When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 609 - 572: Twilight Dawn (9k8, Four-in-One - , Watch the Decisive Battle in One Go)_6
On the mound stood the Salvation Army, in the hollow stood the Salvation Army, within five or six meters around him, also stood the Salvation Army.
Apart from the twenty or so imperial knight bodyguards left by his side, he could hardly spot the figures of those knights.
The last knights fled under the sunset, and the mercenaries surrendered in formation.
Countless black and red flags almost obscured the sky, the golden-red sunlight fell on the mound, rows of Salvation Army soldiers looked like golden sculpted holy images in the Holy Hall.
These golden sculpted holy images were shouting, as if they were crying yet roaring:
"Holy Pope, the golden scepter... Knight King, the silver embroidered bed..."
"The ones who sow wheat eat chaff! The weavers have no clothes!"
The farmers and small citizens in the Salvation Army shouted in unison, first in a pause, then they gritted their teeth and roared:
"When Eve and Adam plow, the noble gentlemen sit in high halls?"
Prince Kongdai's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Take my wife... seize my house... kill my good old parents!"
The shouting in the ear actually carried a trace of crying.
"Countless rolling heads, blood debts must be repaid with blood!"
"Blood debts must be repaid with blood!"
"Blood debts must be repaid with blood!!"
"Blood debts must be repaid with blood!!!"
After a moment of silence, with the shout in unison, the front line of the Salvation Army suddenly charged towards the only twenty or so imperial knights left in the inner circle.
Bullets flew, spears danced, the number of knights standing before Prince Kongdai grew fewer, and even the eagle cannons and Fireball Technique and bullets dwindled.
In previous battles, holy power had been exhausted, only the last long spear soldiers and Holy Gunmen rushing over with sabers remained.
In front of countless spears, Prince Kongdai's face turned purple, as the potions and blessings failed, weakness gradually climbed onto his body and heart.
He wished dearly that he could die of a heart attack at this moment.
Unfortunately, as the circle made of spears and sabers kept shrinking, he didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.
When Horn arrived, what he saw was a fat giant kneeling on the ground, pressed down by long halberds on his back, helmet removed, clothes stripped off, coughing like a broken bellow.
Kneeling down he was almost as tall as Horn, his gray pupils stared blankly at the approaching Saint's Grandson.
The giant had pink foamy blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, covered in scars, blistered by electrical burns, and more blood holes.
Some made by spears, some by bullets.
His battered body was like a sieve, even letting light through.
When the prince looked up, Horn could see all the blood holes on his face and the black iron sand embedded in his skin.
"Charles Gordon Finch, this is our first meeting, right?"
The blood blurred Prince Kongdai's vision, he chuckled lightly: "I just saw you on the slope, you are even more ordinary than I imagined."
"Because I am just an ordinary person." Horn shrugged indifferently.
"I am a noble, a Champion Knight, caught by you, an ordinary person, you must be very proud?"
"Rather than a noble, you are more like a slave."
"A slave?" Prince Kongdai laughed angrily, "Did you get that backwards."
Horn stared into his gray pupils: "I have the courage to face the King Pope without bowing or kneeling, do you?"
Prince Kongdai's laughter stuck in his throat, his face froze for a few seconds, then his voice sank: "Chop off my head, you've won, it's what you deserve."
Without further words, Horn slowly walked to Prince Kongdai's side, drawing Blood Covering Cloud.
"Hey, you farmers, do you know how to manage a country?"
"No need for you to worry, we'll find a way." Horn answered him casually.
"Is there a way for you? Civil war or division?" With blood at the corner of his lips, Prince Kongdai glanced at him sideways, "I'll give you a final reminder, even if Leia Kingdom can tolerate you, the Imperial Church won't, see that dusk? Perhaps that's your death knell!"
Horn didn't answer him.
Raising Blood Covering Cloud high in his hand, yet he did not swing it down.
Looking up, staring at the clouds tinted golden by the sunset.
He seemed to see those clouds forming familiar faces passing before his eyes.
Danji, Frick, Kosse, those elders who voluntarily stayed behind, the veterans who died on the battlefield...even Juanuo, the nameless priest, the orphanage in the wild spider forest, and even the unacquainted Vine...
It felt like it happened long ago, yet now it seemed like it was yesterday.
"Sometimes, I wonder what if none of this happened?" murmuring to himself, Horn lifted his head, soldiers were watching them from all around the hills and fields.
Kneeling on the ground was Prince Kongdai, and standing beside him was Horn the Pope.
Self-mockingly smiling, Horn earnestly said softly to Prince Kongdai:
"This is your twilight, also the dawn of the new world."
Prince Kongdai's blood-stained head rolled to the ground, his face full of shock and relief.
The last thing reflected in his eyes was the inverted Ham River.
On the Ham River flowed quietly the dazzling light golden afterglow.
