Chapter 492

Chapter 115: Bloody Winds and Rough Waves, Part One

Infantry led the charge, followed by elite cavalry, with the Faith Order stationed in the center, breaking through sin and obstruction. Holy lances and fireballs alternated in the sky, shooting towards each other’s formations. When over a thousand church knights charged forward, it seemed as if even the distant mountains were shaking.

To the heretics, such an unexpected situation was perhaps beyond their initial expectations.

According to their original plan, those surviving knights from the Third Knight Order who were captured would be stripped naked and driven away, whipped until they bled. Few of them would rise again in resistance. Once people bowed their heads, they would never lift them again. Even if there were a few who refused to submit until death, it would not be many; they would just be killed. Killing those who did not comply made the rest more obedient. They had never failed before, but this time was different.

From the moment Captain Nick began shouting, the mist concealers hidden behind the formation sensed something amiss, but hesitated and did not issue any change in orders. Instead, he chose to observe. But in the next moment, events took an unexpected turn.

The knights originally used as a human wall charged suicidally towards the rear, one after another, fearless. Hundreds of captives suddenly caused chaos at the front of the formation, halting the advance. Meanwhile, the forces split into two wings spread across the wilderness, unable to regroup in time. The First Knight Order charged in like a rolling thunder, and at that moment, the mist concealer’s heart sank.

Frenzied, dangerous shouts erupted from the hilltops, spreading throughout. The murderous intent within was unmistakable, even the most ruthless heretics were taken aback, then felt their scalps tingle. They understood that such shouts meant true, relentless combat. At this moment, every tooth and hair of the enemy could be a deadly weapon.

The surging crowd of the wild, the elite cavalry, resembled a peerless sharp sword piercing straight ahead. Golden light lit up the sky, and the distance between both sides rapidly narrowed. The knights charged forward, stepping over the corpses of slain comrades, eyes filled with fierce violence, colliding with the heretics—

Blood surged instantly!

“Yaaahhhhhhhh—”

Blood, shadows, armor, shields, swords, all converged in a mass at the front line, several meters away. Amidst the boiling cries, I was pushed to the center, shoulder-to-shoulder with those beside me.

In my field of vision, Isaac leaped up, his armor shimmering, swinging his sword to explode a flying fireball. He soared over ten meters high, falling like a cannonball into the front lines, his fists creating wind, instantly turning several heretics into pulp.

“Great God, as you have said, your grace bestowed upon me, sanctified light, angelic feathers to punish the wicked… Faith Order, prepare!”

The young bishop closed his hands in prayer, brilliant white light suddenly blooming around him, merging with the golden light of countless believers into descending white feathers. Dozens of members of the Faith Order sang hymns on the battlefield. The young bishop floated off the ground, bathed in light and feathers, solemnly issuing commands, pointing towards distant heretics—

“Nephilim White Wings.”

Shining white light blossomed in the sky, forming countless blazing white spheres, blinding light pouring down, brightening the entire wilderness. Feathers like snowflakes fell from above the heretic formations. With a hum, the world seemed to lose its color in the next instant.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh—

Faint, dense sounds rang out from the battlefield. The white spheres in the sky turned into countless beams of light, sweeping down like rain, cutting through chests and lower abdomens, severing heads and arms. Blood and screams erupted among the heretics, over a hundred crushed instantly, no longer able to rise.

Boom—

After the white light receded, ice columns rose under my feet, propelling me out of the crowd. I condensed an ice platform, stepping on it, riding the icy wind over the knights’ heads, charging into the heretic formation. I descended, kicking one person aside, landing on the ground, wielding Captain Gray’s spinning wheel, creating a storm of blood and gore.

“Twenty-four, twenty-five… thirty…”

The heretics were fragile as paper in front of the terrifying giant scythe, torn apart, blood and flesh splattering onto me. Flames burned around me, the pope’s knight cloak instantly stained red. Countless hideous yet heart-stopping faces appeared in my eyes. I watched them, tearing them apart one by one with the scythe. As the stench of blood filled the air, my inner rage and sorrow became harder to quell.

Damn it…

“Gate of Truth!!!”

Boom boom boom!!!

Ice frost waves exploded in my left palm, like a sea dragon surging forward, instantly engulfing twenty to thirty figures, freezing them quickly in various poses, solidifying them on the battlefield, turning them into ice statues.

Behind me, knights enhanced by the light shield lunged into the crowd like tigers, the war machine ravaging the wilderness. Holy lances and fireballs, cries and shouts, blood and flames rolled across the grassland, mud splashing everywhere. Swords and long knives clashed.

If viewed from above, the hook-shaped formation of the Sacred Church’s First Knight Order was like an unbreakable blade, tearing open a gap in front of the heretics, then advancing with overwhelming force, pushing into the crowd.

“Charge, charge, charge—!”

In an instant, the knights’ center line had reached the front of the enemy. Saphiros, eyes red with blood, rode a horned beast, leading the sixteenth squad in a fierce battle against the heretics who had regrouped!

Fireballs continued to hit the light shield, causing ripples, then shattering. Saphiros was unperturbed. He swung his sword, decapitating one person, blood splashing onto him. It was no longer the sticky, hot sensation; the enraged knight commander yearned for such blood, only the blood of demons could extinguish the fire burning in his heart.

“Warriors, follow me! Kill these scum—”

Even if we die, we must take down more beasts!

The fighting quickly escalated to a white-hot intensity. The surging crowds had already turned into a sea of blood. Countless knights fell in battle, but more heretics scattered under the sword tips. In the next moment, as the front line delved deeper into the enemy ranks, the war horns sounded again from the rear of the wilderness. The fighting knights immediately changed formation, splitting from the center, a thousand infantry shouting like a tsunami, pushing towards both sides of the enemy formation.

The heretics trying to encircle from the sides were still turning back when the knights created a gap in the heretic formation. Then, over six hundred elite cavalry charged from the rear, galloping through the gap, rushing to the forefront of the battle, smashing in like a heavy hammer, like a massive meat-grinding machine, gears turning “click click,” scythe guns flashing, continuously harvesting lives.

The clash of weapons crisscrossed across the vast wilderness. I shook the blood off my scythe, covered in nauseating flesh. The enemies in front finally decreased. There were still cries and shouts around, but looking out, apart from knight companions, mostly were fallen bodies.

Puh—

I delivered a final strike to the enemy on the ground, still feeling an uncontrollable surge of hatred. Looking up again, only two or three heretics were left resisting. Numerous knights stared at them, swords raised, advancing.

Only in the distant wilderness did the fierce battle continue. The elite cavalry advanced unstoppable, nearly slicing through the heretic crowd, about to break through towards the city walls. Suddenly, a huge fireball ignited and fell from above—

Boom!

The explosion stirred strong winds and scorching waves, throwing horned men into the air. Amidst the blood and fire, a massive figure burst out from one side, wrapped in intense flames, charging into the elite cavalry like a bull.

In the next moment, dense fog rose again from the wilderness.