When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 607 - 572: Twilight Dawn (9k8, Four-in-One - , Watch the Decisive Battle in One Go)_4
The long spear in the hands of the long spearman exploded uncontrollably, splintering and striking the breastplate of the charging knight, producing a clattering impact.
One layer, two layers, three layers, Prince Kongdai had lost count of how many layers of soldiers he had pierced through in the final hundred meters of this passage.
Countless lead arrows flew past his eyes, the colliding blades already dulled.
With each layer, several once-close knights perished, falling from the Knight Order to Holy Seat City, they had always been by his side.
The relics and remnants representing the Golden Finch Dynasty were gradually obliterated in the ocean of blades and lead bullets.
The knights of the Golden Finch Dynasty that he and Lakunio had painstakingly saved, the loyal knights nurtured at any cost, fell at the edge of horse hooves.
Galian was shot down by a Helical Gun and surrounded by countless long spears. He roared furiously, swinging his greatsword, but was shot in the waist.
Edmund charged forward with dozens of knights to intercept the incoming Jeanne, facing the oncoming thunderous charge.
Ailard's horse was struck by an axeman, causing him to fall off and get surrounded by long spearmen.
Every crossing of Salvation Army soldiers marked the death of a friend of over ten years, and Prince Kongdai's heart bled with sorrow.
Yet he still raised his knight's sword high: "Charge! For glory!"
Despite not knowing whether it was from potions or inspired by glory, the Imperial Knights charged headlong into the blood and flesh network formed by these soldiers.
"Charge!! Charge!!!"
Over a hundred remaining Imperial Knights shouted, surprisingly generating a momentum like mountains roaring and seas shattering.
The hundred-meter corridor had turned into a swamp of flesh and blood, and Prince Kongdai had reached the edge of the mire.
The sun banners waved, and this hill, where Demon Horn was located, only had one last slope left.
Protected by the Personal Guard Knights, Prince Kongdai could even see that Demon Horn's face, that expressionless face clearly.
"Horn—"
Pointing his longsword forward, Prince Kongdai roared this name.
"Horn!!!"
So close now, never had he been this close before.
He had charged to the foot of the slope, less than seventy meters of distance, and even heading uphill, it was merely three or four seconds for the Imperial Knights.
On the hillside, Horn, also locked his gaze on Prince Kongdai, hand resting on Blood Covering Cloud, feeling it vibrating, if it wasn't an illusion!
"Horn Gallar!!!" Prince Kongdai's roar echoed from the foot of the slope.
"Charles Gordon Finch!!!" Drawing Blood Covering Cloud, Horn's brows furrowed, shouting with red eyes and gritted teeth, "Imperial Guard, deploy!"
Rows of iron long spears and axe spears rose from behind the slope, the full-armored lance soldiers clad in metal marched orderly to the hilltop.
The roaring stopped abruptly, and Prince Kongdai's lips trembled constantly: "Where did these soldiers come from? Where did these soldiers come from?!"
That Demon Horn, at the height of the battle and its conclusion, had left a reserve behind the slope!
Damn it, the troops that crumbled with one charge at the second hilltop definitely wore Salvation Army uniforms, the Defensive Army!
Three hundred full-armored lance soldiers emerged from behind the mound, charging straight at Prince Kongdai with the character "屮" painted white on their chest armor.
Though only three hundred, they were the last straw before Prince Kongdai, who had been charging all the way.
The knights charging upwards seemed like a tsunami rushing to the edge of a cliff, while the descending Imperial Guard resembled a torrential flood.
At the moment of impact, shattered knight's swords and breaking gun shafts flew skyward simultaneously, and the eyes of every Close Guard Cultivator were filled with knight's spears and longswords, while each knight's view was filled with axe spears and great halberds.
Monks had their heads crushed by hooves, knights were pierced by long spears, layers of iron armor shattered, and the front row of knights fell one by one.
Seventy meters, sixty meters...
"Charge, break through them, and victory is ours!" Prince Kongdai roared, personally leading the charge to the front.
Sixty meters, fifty meters...
Dozens of vampire vines rose, entangling the horse hooves, leaving terrifying scars.
"Victory or death, continue the charge!" Countless lead bullets, even those from the Helical Gun, hit Prince Kongdai, but lodged halfway in his flesh, halfway out.
Fifty meters, forty meters...
"The last, the very last stretch of the path!" After shouting this, the prince suddenly stopped speaking, staring blankly at the hills to the left and right.
At the top of the hill, the last two falcon cannons finally arrived, and the devilish voice of Demon Horn rang out:
"Praise the Holy Wind!"
Lead bullets whistled, iron shot scattered, pieces of flesh and limbs flew, and a large gap appeared in the knights' ranks, and not a few Close Guard Cultivators were hit by friendly fire.
Horses neighed, kicking riders off their backs as they fled battlefield like headless chickens.
Staring intently at Horn on the hilltop, Prince Kongdai could no longer advance even a single step.
The last thirty meters, the last thirty meters to take Demon Horn's head.
Yet these thirty meters seemed to slow down time, or even reverse it, they continued uphill, but drifted further from the battle flag.
At this moment, for the first time in his life, Prince Kongdai despaired.
In the Changge City Arena, he had won twenty-two wins in a row when he started out, beginning as a Square Banner Knight, and a year later, became an Imperial Knight. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
On the Kush River battlefield, commanding a hundred knights into enemy lines, breaking through five formations, successfully killing the Vampire Duke unable to escape, he earned the Golden Lion title.
