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"Light cavalry, let the light cavalry stop it. Let the artillery turn the gun mouth, and let the musketeer turn!" On the high ground, the fat man gave the order at the top of his lungs.

But his order was too late. All the blood knights were wrapped in heavy red armor, and the riders and war horses were all like this. But their speed was so fast that even the light cavalry were beyond the reach. The blood knights had rushed down the sand dunes and rushed to the flanks of the human army, while the light cavalry rushed to fight.

The Blood Knight's attacks were swift and bloody. Unlike humans, these terrifying executioners had centuries to temper their killing skills. The two sides were similar in number, but their combat power was very different - the human cavalry suddenly met the Blood Knight, and they were cut to death before they could resist or throw weapons, stabbed to death, or simply hit the horse and trampled to death. In just a few minutes, the red wave swallowed everything. The light cavalry was wiped out so thoroughly that the entire flank of the human legion was exposed to the Blood Knight.

The Blood Knights did not stop for a second, completely surpassing the human organizational training level, charging and reorganizing their formation and rushing straight to the next target.

"Fire!" Although the musketeers have not yet fully formed the array, in the face of this situation, they can only fire first.

However, no matter the formation and distance are not good for the musketeers, and the vampires' armor blocked a considerable number of bullets. Although the musketeers barely defeated a few, there was no other troops between them and the Blood Knight. The Blood Knight rushed forward like a hungry tiger. In a flash, they rushed into the musketeers. Their swords and axes exerted their terrible killing ability. Wherever they went, they were bloody and defeated the musketeers in an instant.

The fat general who was commanding the army at a high place watched the blood knights rushed into the infantry's ranks, chopping and slashing the soldiers in groups like grass. He was already at a loss by this sudden blow. All this violated his common sense. Why did this mere cavalry of more than a thousand people rush in? How could it penetrate his entire army horizontally in a blink of an eye, as if he had entered a no-man's land? He looked around in despair, hoping to find a unit that could stop the enemy, and then found his life-saving straw.

"Let the Holy Knights attack! The only one who can stop the enemy is the Holy Knights!" He shouted loudly to the messenger. The latter immediately galloped towards the knights hiding behind the entire army. But to the surprise of the messenger, he found that the Holy Knights had already been prepared.

"Sir, the general ordered you to attack immediately and block the Blood Knights, otherwise we will be in danger of the destruction of the entire army."

The captain of the Holy Knight - the man who drank with the fat man last night - showed a faint smile.

"No, you made a mistake, it's because 'you' are in danger of being destroyed." He no longer cared about the stunned messengers, but turned to his subordinates. "Retreat, take away the magicians, pay attention to the route, and avoid being pursued by the enemy."

After giving the order, he looked back at the messenger.

"Young man, you have a choice. Follow us, or go back and die. You have the freedom to choose."

“I…I…I…I…I…”

"This failure is not your responsibility, it is entirely because the Lord General is incompetent. We just chose to retreat when the situation is irreversible. This is not glorious, but it will not be condemned."

This decision is easy to make. In a few minutes, the entire team of the Saint Knights left the battlefield and retreated.

...

The Sin Soldier fell into despair.

In front of them, there were skeleton soldiers who were constantly killing like nightmares. The dark magic/is gradually strengthening, and the skeletons who were knocked down had climbed up one after another and joined the attack queue.

Behind them, the Blood Knights had already destroyed all the human army unstoppable. No unit could stand up even for a short while under the charge of the Blood Knights. In a blink of an eye, all the troops except the Crime Soldiers had collapsed, leaving their weapons behind and fleeing in scattered places, allowing the Blood Knights to gallop and kill.

The victory and the outcome were decided, and the blood knights were not in a hurry to destroy the last human force. They scattered their formations, chasing and slaughtering the fleeing human soldiers like fun, chopping them down or trampling them to death one by one. The blood dyed the yellow sand red.

All the remaining soldiers who were still resisting retreated into the ranks of criminal soldiers and resisted the continuous attacks of the skeleton warriors in despair.

When the Blood Knights end their bloodthirsty entertainment, it is the end of the Sin soldiers. But even if they are too lazy to take action, the Sin soldiers cannot last long.

Scar used his spear to knock down a skeleton who was trying to attack him. He was already scarred and exhausted. Not only him, the entire team was almost unable to fight. He just used his weak arms to support him to block waves of continuous attacks. The only thing he was happy about was seeing the previously arrogant officer fall off his war horse and was then cut to pieces by the skeleton soldier.

This is the last time we saw the sun. Scar looked up at the sky. The battle had lasted for several hours. At this time, the dark clouds that enveloped the sky had dissipated, and the setting sun was like blood, shining on this battlefield of killing.

"Everyone hold on... hold on!" The old man was still trying to cheer up. But this was meaningless. More than half of the entire team were killed or injured, and the dead were hung on the iron chain, dragging the others to the spot and unable to move.

Several blood knights galloped and rushed towards their team.

The old man raised his spear, but the tip of the gun cut open on the heavy red armor. The sword light flashed, and a gray-haired head flew up. The headless body, which was spurting blood, fell down dejectedly.

A vampire turned over and dismounted and came to the old man's body. The soldiers held their spears at him, but they were all trembling. Half was tired and half was despair.

The vampire stood beside the old man's body, not moving for a long time. He finally raised his head and looked at the group of frightened and uneasy humans, turned a blind eye to the spears, slowly approaching them. His sword had already returned to the sheath.

As the vampire approached further, Scar shouted and stabbed him with a spear. However, the vampire grabbed the spear in an instant and snatched the spear. As Scar staggered and pulled it over, his fist suddenly fell on Scar's chin, hitting him so hard that he fell backwards and fell to the ground.

The vampire turned his spear and threw it out like a gun, piercing a sinner's chest. The latter fell down wailingly, and his body twitched dyingly.

But the vampire did not launch further attacks, but just watched the man slowly die. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes for a moment.

Then he got on the horse again.

"Listen to you mortals!" The vampire galloped around the human team and shouted. "I am Baron Pinold, the noble of Carlyan! I will give you a chance now, throw down your weapons, raise your hand to surrender, I can spare your life for a while! Otherwise, kill me!"

The skeleton soldiers retreated. The remaining humans looked at each other in panic. But this choice was not difficult to make. I don’t know who started, but people threw down their weapons one by one and raised their hands.

On a sand dune far from the battlefield, a pair of eyes lurking in the yellow sand carefully checked everything that happened on the battlefield. Watching the vampires cleared the battlefield, tied up the prisoners of war, and took them away in groups. Even the wounded were simply bandaged and taken away, leaving only the bodies of people and horses all over the ground, broken swords and broken shields, and the sunset was stained with a layer of death.

It won’t take much time to wipe out all the traces, and the yellow sand will cover up all this, leaving only trivial traces to cry in the sand.

After confirming that the Undead Legion had all left, the lurker took out a piece of paper and wrote a line of words on the sand.

"The oracle is completely correct, and the effect of the holy water has been verified. Anyone who drinks the holy water cannot be reawakened by the black magic after death. There is no doubt that with this method, Kalean's army will not be able to be supplemented from the war..."
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