The King of Knights in a Different World

Countless people fell, but the same number continued to fill their vacancies.

Behind a black flying dragon sits a middle-aged earl whose name is Farrar, who is also the field commander of this force. In the chaos, he remained relatively calm.

He understands that the most important thing now is not to attack the soldiers below, but to find a way to first kill those who are threatening to their army. That is, the remnants of the White Dragon Legion and the strong archers and magic crossbows specially trained by St. George. As long as these things are destroyed, they will not be threatened.

Then you can burn as much as you want.

Several hundred meters high in the sky, he was earnestly looking for the source of the attack on the flying dragon. Finally, leaning back on one side, but higher than the safety, he found the dragon hunting unit that had been concentrated.

"Originally, I deserve to be Saint George. After discovering that his dragon hunting troops were scattered and unable to pose a threat to us, did he choose to use it in a concentrated way? This way, I can indeed kill some flying dragons. But in this way, you also gave me concentration Annihilate your opportunity. Inform all ministries, leave the other units alone, concentrate on the firepower to solve the one below." Farrar said loudly to the adjutant behind him.

"Yes!" The adjutant nodded, sending an order to the magic behind him.

The magician immediately began to use magic to convey this command to the other people around him. Suddenly, the flying dragons that had been scattered began to concentrate in a certain place. Other people on the wall also reduced a lot of pressure.

"It's completely caught by the king. The next thing is to see the performance of that unit." St. George noticed that the flying dragon in the sky flew towards where they put the bait down, and he clenched the holy sword in his hand.

Now is the most critical time. If these flying dragons can be defeated in one fell swoop, it will undoubtedly cause a huge blow to France's morale.

In the flames, he chopped down a French soldier who had just climbed up, liberating the holy sword in his hand. The huge sword of light swept past, and the eight ladders on the city wall were instantly shattered. The attack caused a burst of cheers.

But before the cheers were over, the ladder at the rear had been erected again.

At the current speed, if he keeps using the Holy Sword, Saint George may be too exhausted to fight these things.

At this moment, a fire flashed, and the huge Siege Tower collapsed in front of everyone. Directly killed a piece of nearby soldiers.

"All magicians and crossbow arrows are aimed at the joints of these big guys. Their weakness lies in the joints." Lucifer put down the longbow in his hand and commanded loudly to the surroundings.

With Lucifer's hint, the others seemed to have found the trick, and they madly outputted to the joints of these big guys. Although the accuracy of these soldiers is not very good, the number of them is higher, and the accuracy is not so important.

A wagon collapsed in front of France's eyes, and at the same time many soldiers were affected, and Lothar's face in the distance was a little ugly. He originally wanted to use these things to consume the power of Lucifer or Saint George, and when their power was almost consumed, the holy swords on their side were dispatched together. *

no.34 The war of hunting ancient dragons (please ask for votes, ask for flowers)

In this way, the enemy in front of you can be defeated in one fell swoop. But looking at it now, Lucifer's holy sword has not been liberated, and his plan has completely failed.

"Blow the horn and notify the Flying Dragon Legion. Let them solve the troops that threaten them as quickly as possible, and then come to the front to support." Lothar had to change his strategy at this time.

"Yes!"

"Anses, you take all the knights. Aim at their gates and smash them in your best way."

"Yes!"

After Anses left, Lothar continued to look at a patch of independent soldiers not far away. He thought about it, but still didn't think about ordering them.

The Flying Dragon Legion in the sky didn't need Lothar to say, they had already started the attack by the troops below. At the beginning, it was Dragon Flame, but all were blocked by shields and magic enchantments. It was estimated that after the opponent's magician's magic power had almost bottomed out, Farrar ordered the Flying Dragon Legion to go straight down and use physical attacks.

However, as they descended, they did not notice that another troop opposite the dragon hunting troop came out. Their leader is a knight in white armor, his name is Kaylar.

"Everyone, it's now! For the glory of the Knight King." Kailar first took out a spear flashing with thunder. He aimed at the flying dragon in the sky by throwing himself into it.

"For the glory of the Knight King!"

With this shout, more than five hundred thunder guns flew to the dragon group in the sky at the same time. Suddenly a series of harsh explosions came from the sky, accompanied by the dragon's sorrowful cry. The knight on the dragon's back was almost stunned by the explosion of the thunder.

They watched nearly a third of the flying dragons fall from the air, but they had no time to react. The second wave of mine guns came again, and some violent explosions were again found in the air. For a while, all the French troops attacking the city were looking directly at the dazzling light.

What flew out again was the third wave mine gun, and another burst of more violent explosion overlapped with the previous one. Many people didn't understand what happened when they saw this scene. They were surprised at the explosion in the sky, and at the same time surprised at the flying dragon legion that fell from the explosion.

Facing the falling dragons, the dragon hunting troops did not spare their arrows at all, and they made up for the dragons with the rumbling sound in their ears.

Accompanied by the five-wave mine gun, only a few crippled flying dragons remained in the sky, and they were also completely shot down.

One of the most elite corps in France. Originally, it did not meet the same air force and had almost no opponents. Now it was wiped out in just a few minutes. If it hadn't seen it with their own eyes, probably no one would believe this fact.

The thunder light in the sky like the sun finally disappeared, and the battlefield fell into a short silence. Seeing this scene, the French, who had been morale high, were instantly swallowed by fear. Many soldiers jumped off the wall and chose to escape.

The soldiers still on the ladder were a bit unclear, but many soldiers on the ground chose to retreat after seeing a scene in the distant sky.

They didn't understand what it was or what caused the Flying Dragon Legion to fall, but there was one thing they understood. If that thing hits oneself, it is definitely a nightmare. With this as a starting point, the great rout began.

The soldiers in front saw the soldiers behind running away, and they ran back with them. And almost at the same time, intense thick smoke came from the far rear of France, and the black smoke reached the sky, and at the same time, it announced that there was an accident behind them.

Seeing this scene, Lucifer ordered directly to St. George behind him.

"The time for a decisive battle has come, open the gates! Everyone will follow us to attack."

"Yes! Open the city gate!"

France was also frightened by the black technology knot Lucifer prepared. If Lucifer used the holy sword to chop off the flying dragons, although they were afraid, it was not like that. The problem now is that they have no idea what a light gun is flying across the sky.

Horror comes from the unknown.

"What the **** is that?" Lothar's eyes twitched, his face a little pale.

At this moment, the prince's roar sounded around him!

"Lotha! What the **** is that? Britain has such dangerous weapons, why didn't you tell me earlier? My legion, my dragon legion, all gone!"

"His Royal Highness, calm down. There are definitely not many ghosts, otherwise..."

Lothar was calm, but the prince was already a little hysterical.

"How do you know that there are not many of them. What if they specifically made us think that way?"

The complete destruction of the flying dragon hit him far beyond everyone's imagination. That is not only his net worth, but also the source of his confidence. But this confidence was rubbed on the ground in just a few minutes, and he could hardly believe what was happening in front of him.

The prince's words quickly spread all around, which also made the military's mind begin to shake further. Lothar saw this and was about to stop it.

"His Royal Highness! Please don't shake the military spirit, I..."

Suddenly, another news made him almost vomit blood. A very embarrassed noble officer ran over to report to him. He knew this person, and he was the adjutant of the White Rock Fortress appointed by him before, named Lunuo.

"Marshal! The White Rock Fortress was lost, please return to the Marshal immediately." Lu Nuo cried out and said a shocking news.

"what!"

"Last night, the White Rock Fortress was breached by the British."

"Impossible! The Britons are right in front of our eyes. You told them that they were behind me last night. Can they fly, Luno!" Lothar almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"No, Marshal, it's not. The banner of that army is different from here. It's a silver lion pattern!"

Lothar was completely stunned by the sudden news.

"Silver lion! Lungominiad? Isn't she north? How could she suddenly appear in the south?"

Altria's aunt, Lungominiad. She has an extraordinary deterrent power in this country, and the surrounding countries have heard the name. Now her name appears here, which means they may be surrounded by two legions.

The faces of some nobles beside Lothar also turned pale.

"Zi! The goddess of ice and blood!"

"The White Rock Fortress is our escape route!"

"How did they get past when we didn't find it?"

"The ghost knows. I heard that the ice that flows through the blood vessels of that woman is not blood, just in case..."

While the front was hit hard, the back also changed at the same time. Rumors arose all at once. The hearts of the people are turbulent, and many nobles rush to their private soldiers, ready to flee at any time. *

no.35 Bento is collected (please ask for tickets, ask for flowers)

At this moment, the door of the Dragonscale Fortress had been opened. The army of the entire fortress quickly rushed out from the gate, headed by the Knights of Lucifer, they began to chase the defeated soldiers who fled.

Originally, Anses was still going to lead the Cavaliers to charge, but now this kind of charge will undoubtedly trample him to death. Seeing the defeated soldiers on the front line, he shouted immediately.

"Asshole! Who told you to retreat. Get me a weapon, go back and kill the enemy!"

Anses' fury didn't play a big role, and the defeated soldiers were not listening to him at all. Several leading aristocratic generals also took the lead in retorting.

"Go on your own!"

"Yes! Why don't you go by yourself!"

"what are you saying!"

At this time, the best course of action should be to kill a hundred, to stop the retreat and clean up the army. However, facing the generals who were also nobles, the two titles he had just ran were still higher than him, and Anses did not dare to supervise the team. He dared to do this, and he might be sued by these nobles to the king in the future, and he might go to jail after the war.

He could only watch these broken soldiers flee back, and in desperation, he shrank his knights toward the place where the marshal was. At the same time, he was about to go to Lothar to take orders, but halfway through, he heard the news of the loss of the White Rock Fortress.

This time, not only the deserters, even the knights beside him looked at each other, with a shaken expression.

"Marshal Lothar, is the matter at the White Rock Fortress true?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not. Now the soldiers believe it is true, and those **** are also preparing to escape." Lothar looked at the deserter in the distance seriously. He has sent people to order those people to defend on the spot, however, there is basically no effect.

"Marshal, the current situation is not irreversible. We..."

Anseth was still preparing to say something, and there was a huge explosion from the place behind them. A path of light reaches the sky, which is the effect of the king's sword when it is liberated. Because of this ray of light, an extra avenue appeared in front of Lucifer's Knights.

On the white war horse, Lucifer stared closely into the distance. He brought five thousand elite knights and charged towards Lothar's place. The situation in France is already in chaos, and the only person who can clean up the situation is Lothar. As long as he entangled him or even defeated it, the defeat of the entire France is basically doomed.

When Lucifer stared at Lothar, Lothar also saw Lucifer's intentions.

"It seems we have too much time to think about it, Anseth. Knights, get ready to fight!" Lothar drew his holy sword for the first time, and he issued an order to his Knights of Guards.

This 10,000-strong force has not been affected too much, and has the ability to fight, but it has no formation. In contrast, most of the team led by Anses has joined the ranks of deserters.

"Not bad. There are still troops that can be mastered in this situation, but because of this, I can't let you live." Lucifer saw the gradually forming military formation in the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The holy sword in his hand flashed with a fierce storm again, and the torrent of light beams formed by the storm bombarded the weakness of the distant army formation. The French soldiers who were too late to escape were caught in this torrent and melted instantly.

"Don't think that only you have the holy sword, kid." The holy sword in Lothar's hand burst into red light.

He swung the sword in his hand, and a crimson torrent faced the golden torrent. In an instant, the appearance of Kilometer became a high-energy magic vortex. Everything around it seemed to be swallowed up by it, and thousands of French people didn't even have time to leave their last words.

"I'll help you, Marshal!" Anses also drew out his holy sword, and he waved the sword in his hand.

A golden torrent spiraled around the crimson beam of light like a snake, and the combined force of the two rays of light finally did not equal Lucifer's power for the time being. After a violent explosion, the shock wave spread to a kilometer away.

The dusty sky temporarily blocked each other's sight.

"Good job, two! However... the Thunder Lance knight is in place, and my Thunder Lance hits the target."

"Yes!"

The thunder gun in Lucifer's hand seemed to fall to the place where the opponent's magician's troops were located. The ensuing rain of hundreds of thunder guns bombarded the opponent's ground like a shelling group.

Then came the second blow, Lucifer deliberately avoided the owners of the two holy swords in front, but aimed at the place where their knights concentrated.

Another burst of thunder gun bombardment came down, and France's just stabilized army formed a huge flaw in an instant. Lucifer ordered Altoria to lead the team to tear open the line, but he rushed forward and faced the two holy swordsmen.

The white horse leaped high in the air, Lucifer jumped off the horse, and the holy sword in his hand burned and aimed at Lothar who was still in the dust below. While falling like a meteorite was caught by Lothar's hands, the war horse under Lothar screamed. As the ground sank, the war horse had vomited blood and lay down.

"What kind of power is this!" Lothar felt like he was hit by a giant's warhammer, and there was a burst of pressure from his bones.

Just when Lucifer was about to swing the second sword again, a cold light from nearby made him retreat temporarily.

"Marshal!" After Anses forced Lucifer back with a sword, he came to the marshal.

At this moment, the surroundings were in chaos, but the three holy swordsmen had miraculously gathered together. However, the collision between them is not friendship, but disaster. It is precisely because of this that Lucifer breaks in alone and lets Altria attack the other side.

After a violent impact, the three temporarily separated, and Lothar and Anses' hands were stained with blood. The impact of the sword and the sword just now almost made them grab the holy sword in their hands. In contrast, although Lucifer was a little embarrassed, he did not suffer any injuries.

"King of Britain, I admit that I underestimated you. Whether it is the grasp of the fighter or the strategic arrangement, you are already far above me. But! You are committing the biggest mistake now. Your appearance gives This gave me a chance to turn defeat into victory." Lothar was panting at this moment. In countless holy sword confrontations, Lucifer's strength made him feel that his body was about to fall apart.

"Look around, are you sure that what is right in front of you is opportunity, Marshal of France?" Lucifer spread his hands.

The surrounding area seemed to have been ravaged by natural disasters, and the fragmented ground was covered with the corpses and blood of the French knights. The battle between them just now affected the deserters and knights all around, and the indiscriminate attack made everyone subconsciously stay away from here.

"As long as you kill you, Britain's entire offensive will disintegrate in an instant. Appearing in front of my eyes is the worst decision of your strategy this time." Lothar clasped the sword in his hands tightly with his eyes very firm.

"Is that so? Maybe you should look at it from a different perspective. As long as you kill you here, the French army will completely turn into a piece of scattered sand and collapse for thousands of miles." Lucifer's holy sword aimed at Lothar.

The same is the Holy Sword ambassador, even if it is one enemy and two, Lucifer still looks calm and relaxed. In contrast, the two in front of them looked very embarrassed.

Looking at Lucifer, who was only injured in his clothes, Lothar knew in his heart that Lucifer could not be taken by the strength of the two of them. The same holy swordsman, but the strength between individuals is worlds apart. At this moment, he made up his mind.

"Anseth! Go and tie everyone to retreat."

"But the marshal!"

"go!"

Anses did not defy the marshal's orders again, turned and ran back.

"Want to go! Is it that easy?"