Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 550 - 98: Return Like Lightning
Rumble.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.
In the gradually descending downpour, the rich scent of blood slowly permeated. Two figures rode their spirited horses up the hill, looking down from their vantage point at the fierce battle between the two armies. Though their numbers were not many, each side with just a few hundred warriors, they fought fiercely and bravely. The male and female warriors excelled at mounted archery and charging. Due to the rain, their bows were affected, forcing them to draw their battle blades and spears for close combat.
Lightning illuminated Duncan’s sharply defined profile as he gazed at the Dragon Head Banner, still standing proudly on the battlefield amidst the storm. For a moment, his expression turned absent-minded, as if recalling the years of campaigning in Europe.
The empire’s most loyal personal guards, the Sarmatian Cavalry.
Though they were fewer in number, they remained fearless against the formidable eastern nomads. A valiant female warrior raised the Dragon Head Banner high, her battle cry echoing amidst the lightning. Behind her, the few remaining hundred cavalry regrouped, gripping their lengthy spears tightly, forming a steel torrent as they launched their final deadly charge toward the enemy.
As they had always been, bold and fierce, guided by the dragon’s banner that inspired their spirit and courage!
"Stay here and wait for me."
Duncan turned his head to glance at the witch Gleya beside him, mounted on his horse alone, lifting a necromancy spear as he galloped downward. His figure seemed like a lightning bolt streaking across the night. The silent king, a one-man army. Amidst the thunderous roar, the will of all spirits trembled, and the lightning thrashed down like a storm, yet not a single bolt struck Duncan, as if lighting the path ahead for him.
"You will return like lightning,
The whole nation will celebrate,
The earth, sea, and sky,
Will be illuminated by your light.
I will wear white clothes,
I will touch you again,
Your light and my heart,
I love you so dearly.
King of Kings, Savior King..."
Blood, death, the neighing of war horses, warriors’ lives blooming like fireworks under the lightning, only to wither.
Under the thunderstorm, silent roaring, reaping everything.
Fierce collision erupted instantly. Faced with the deadly charging elite cavalry, the fierce nomads also drew their battle blades from their waists. Their conquest would not halt, no one could stand in the way of their ambition to conquer the world.
The spirits and flames, storm and lightning.
The thunder roared like a dragon.
In the instant of collision, the casualties were shocking, amidst the rushing torrents were broken bodies, the sorrowful cries of horses; valiant figures fell from their mounts, trampled by the rushing cavalry. The leading female warrior speared an enemy’s corpse with her long spear; her battle cry filled with unyielding spirit, pierced through the enemy’s formation with just a few dozen riders.
Drops of blood steadily fell.
Her body bore more wounds, yet her hand gripping the Dragon Banner did not waver. The few dozen cavalry silently regrouped, surrounded the valiant female warrior, forming an attack formation in the streaking lightning once more.
Charge! Charge! Charge!
Charge to the death, fight until the last person.
The collision of torrents erupted once again, but this time, the valiant female warrior could hold no longer. Her severely injured body swayed, nearly falling from the horse, the Dragon Banner in her hand drooped powerlessly.
But at this moment!
Rumble.
Amidst the lightning, a strong arm caught the swaying Dragon Banner, with that hand raising the fluttering Dragon Banner anew. He also lifted the swaying figure of the female warrior by the waist, effortlessly pulling her into his embrace.
The female warrior looked up, her young face mixed with blood and tears, only seeing the man’s profile illuminated by lightning.
"Hold on to me."
A low voice echoed, filled with power like steel. He spoke deeply, "Your king has returned."
The Dragon Banner, the spear, the heritage of the Sarmatians.
Rumble!
The lightning streaked across the sky like a ferocious dragon.
The necromancy spear whipped up a storm of blood and flesh. As the wind swirled wildly, the surrounding enemies fell in waves like harvested wheat. His lone figure galloped, rein falling into the female warrior’s hand; Duncan raised the fluttering blood-stained Dragon Banner high in one hand, the spear like a dragon in the other, slashing more than ten foes, leading the remaining Sarmatian Cavalry to pierce through the enemy’s formation where bodies lay scattered, almost no one could stand against them.
"Who is that man?" (Nomadic plains language)
"Devil!"
Facing the man like a ghost god, the nomadic cavalry, freshly pierced through, regrouped. The leading prairie warrior, shocked, watched the man carve a bloody path, seemingly feeling an inexplicable terror.
Around them, the Sarmatian Cavalry followed the direction of the Dragon Banner. They saw the severely injured female warrior who held the reins trembling slightly; whether out of excitement, shivering, or fear was unknown.
Cold vertical pupils of dragon eyes emerged in the darkness.
Lightning illuminated it.
Dragon?!
The riders’ expressions, full of awe, dragged their injured bodies together beneath the blood-stained Dragon Banner.
