Chapter 811

Chapter 811: The Organ Resounds

Following the sharp red-black lance tip, he charged forward, breaking through the cold air. As he moved at high speed, everything around him became blurry, but the enemy ahead grew increasingly clear. The hot breath escaping from the helmet’s gap and the gray-blue eyes revealed through the steel armor were now within reach.

The two groups of knights charging at high speed on the ground collided like a massive hammer and a sharp sword, releasing intense sparks and a loud sound wave.

The lances thrusting at high speed resembled moving venomous snakes, piercing through thick armor in an instant, drawing hot blood that emerged from behind.

Muffled groans came from beneath the masked armor, followed by a large hand gripping the long spear in his chest and then swinging down the greataxe. This heavy greataxe made a whistling sound as it struck the opponent’s head, smashing the helmet and head into pieces like tomatoes, splattering blood into the masked armor, causing a sigh of relief.

Pulling out the bloodied spear that pierced his chest, this orc warrior struggled to stand again. Facing a cavalry charging at high speed, he opened his arms, letting the sharp lance pierce his chest, then swung down the heavy greataxe, splitting both the rider and horse in half.

“Ha.” Blood froth overflowed from his helmet, and he tried hard to open his eyes, searching for the next opponent in the narrow, blurred vision, hoping to kill more enemies before his death.

Facing these heavy orc cavalry, the first charge of the Blood Lance Knights caused significant casualties. Thousands of elite orc cavalry were pierced like blood bags and fell onto the cold grass and mud.

But their sacrifices were not in vain. After killing the first row of cavalry, the Blood Lance Knights’ momentum was exhausted by the heavy bodies and armor. Then, the orcs holding lances began their counterattack before dying, using heavy axes to split the heads of the arrogant ones, allowing them to rest in this wilderness with the dead.

Clang! The heavy axe viciously scratched the helmet, leaving long scratches and sending it flying.

The Blood Lance Knight without a helmet, his shocked and stunned face exposed to the air, saw the towering figure in front of him. The opponent tightly gripped the spear in his chest and fell down. Without weapons and speed, he was quickly surrounded and killed by the orcs coming from behind, dying under the chaos of halberds and heavy axes.

Such scenes played out continuously on the battlefield. After the two elite cavalry clashed, the danger and cruelty were even more intense than ordinary cavalry battles.

The two sides galloped and collided on the grass, boiling blood occasionally splashing. Companions or enemies fell on the grass still wet with morning dew.

“Turn right.” Darsi held the blood-stained lance, swept it forward, and knocked off an orc’s head. Then he loudly commanded, ordering his subordinates to follow him, accelerating and adjusting direction and formation.

He led the cavalry to charge sideways, avoiding the enemy’s peak while constantly cutting into this powerful legion from the side.

However, this time it wasn’t as smooth as before. These well-trained orc cavalry strictly followed orders, maintaining tight formations, approaching and attacking with an unstoppable force. Both sides suffered continuous losses in combat.

Lances scraping against axes produced sharp sparks. When the Blood Lance Knights lost nearly a quarter of their number, Darsi began to consciously adjust his strategy. He sought opportunities, charging back and then turning around to retreat.

He wasn’t an irrational commander. Understanding that this enemy couldn’t be easily defeated, he would temporarily avoid their strength and look for weaknesses and opportunities later.

The land was filled with rising dust. After another clash, the black-red cavalry collectively turned, swiftly changing course to break away from the orc cavalry. They rushed towards one side to escape.

On the vast wilderness, a small group of people blocked their path.

Leading them was a figure with curved horns riding a tall horse. She was the deputy commander of this orc legion, holding an ancient and intricate copper lance with complex incantations engraved on its body.

Facing the escaping black-red cavalry, this horned tribe leader raised her palm, working together with other shamans beside her.

Fiery red flames like threads appeared beside her, seemingly emerging from the void, gradually gathering from scattered states into thread-like ribbons swaying in the wind.

“I hear signals from the fire, all sorrow will turn to ashes in crimson.”

These scorching, atmosphere-distorting flame threads became rampant under the incantation, expanding wildly after the last spark merged, resembling a frenzied snake.

Dozens

Hundreds

Thousands

Crimson flame threads surged like countless fiery serpents across the wilderness, tearing through the air, distorting vision, burning the earth, rushing low toward the black-red cavalry, engulfing them.

These fiery serpents sliced through armor, weapons, and bodies like red-hot iron wires, vaporizing them instantly in the high heat.

Facing the sudden casualties, Darsi’s eyes under the mask turned cold. His blood-stained lance was gripped tightly by his strong arm, then shot out like a meteor.

The black-red lance instantly carved a trench in the wilderness, piercing the horned tribe leader, and the blood-stained lance flew toward the sky behind.

“Cough.” Holding her mouth, she clutched the incantation lance, re-energizing it.

The blood-stained cavalry continued to gallop across the land, their bodies emitting black smoke and numerous burn marks, but they maintained their formidable strength with the aid of extraordinary abilities.

Facing these blocking shamans, the cavalry accelerated, their lances beginning to wobble slightly, gradually aiming at the ever-closer enemy.

Darsi caught the lance thrown by his subordinate, gripping it tightly, leading the charge straight at the horned tribe female commander.

Clang—

The blood-stained incantation lance blocked in front of her, she struggled to fend off this sudden thrust.

The blood-red lance deviated slightly, scraping along the incantation-covered lance body, piercing into her shoulder bone, shattering the flesh and bone.

In that moment, Darsi recognized this horned tribe woman.

“Nia?”

He had some impression of this timid yet diligent junior. She was one of the rare orc students at Bridge Academy, and she had a special fondness for literature, disliking conflict—a stark contrast to other orcs.

Their interactions at school were limited. When Nia was in second grade, Darsi was the top student, the focus and star among students, while Nia was just an ordinary Bridge Academy student, her grades average.

Their only conversation at school was when Darsi led students in training exercises. That time, he got to know her name, but afterward, he paid little attention.

Perhaps she had progressed rapidly, but she didn’t matter to Darsi in terms of competition and consideration.

Little did he know that years later, he would encounter this junior here.

But so what? Along the way, he had encountered many graduates from Emanas, including his seniors and juniors. Any enemy was to be eliminated. There was no such thing as warm camaraderie among soldiers; it was merely poets’ imagination and embellishment.

On the battlefield, victory was everything. Or perhaps because they were once classmates, he needed to be extra cautious. The enemy might be familiar with his style and tactics, targeting accordingly.

This defeat today was probably due to this junior’s advice. Shouldn’t he expect nothing less from a graduate of Bridge Academy, someone who takes military duty seriously?

Withdrawing the thrust lance, as Darsi’s speeding figure passed Nia, he swung back, the cold blade slicing through the air, aimed at Nia’s vulnerable neck.

Clang—

The lance tip was once again blocked by the incantation lance, sparks flying, and a notch appeared on the lance body. Nia, aware of her senior’s ferocity, remained highly vigilant, saving her life.

The moment passed, and Darsi led the remaining black-red cavalry surging toward one side of the wilderness, leaving the shaman squad in ruins.

Struggling to stand with the incantation lance, Nia was supported and treated by the arriving reinforcements.

With only half of the Blood Lance Knights left, Darsi sped across the wilderness. Looking back at the heavily armored orcs, he thought to himself.

“Next time, you won’t be so lucky, Nia.” Knowing he was targeted, this star general began planning his response. If faced with similar setbacks again, it would only become harder.

Not only did he know this, but Nia was also aware. So, after some time, on the horizon, a neatly arranged army appeared.

Seeing the forest green cloaks of the ranger knights and the hastily dug trenches, Darsi immediately understood that this army had come to ambush him.

“Morning Horn Knights, ha.” Darsi muttered, then lowered his body, urging his horse to accelerate.

The black-red cavalry suddenly turned, charging toward the empty space. Despite knowing it was a trap, Darsi wasn’t inflexible. He quickly adjusted direction.

But when he crossed the hill, another group of ranger knights on light hunting horses appeared. They held short bows, ready to shoot arrows, which rained down on the red-black knights.

Compared to the 1600 remaining Blood Lance Knights, these ranger knights numbered only around 200. After two rounds of shooting, they scattered, relying on their light equipment and better stamina and speed to evade pursuit.

They were mere flies, Darsi thought, but a shadow loomed over his heart.

If the enemy had considered his journey so meticulously, there might be another ambush ahead.

After some contemplation, he stopped his troops unexpectedly.

“Rest here.”

It was safer to recover strength and treat the wounded rather than risk traps elsewhere. The harassing ranger knights were temporarily driven back by his thrown lances.

On the vast wilderness, the cavalry halted, treating each other. They took out bandages and potions from inside their armor, treating themselves and their comrades, sitting together for a quick meal and rest to regain energy.

Twenty minutes later, the sound of hooves pounding the ground echoed.

The cavalry remounted and formed ranks, facing the incoming direction. The orc cavalry in crimson cloaks pursued them.

“But how much fighting power can we have in such a fatigued state?”

Facing the orc cavalry breathing heavily and sweating profusely, the black-red cavalry had regained most of their strength. They charged down the slope, their black steel armor like a flood, rushing toward the towering and heavily armored orcs.

The sound of hooves trampling the grass echoed, accompanied by the rapid impact. The lances in the hands of the cavalry glowed, the blood-red light slicing through the wilderness like meteors.

They formed a tightly packed triangular formation, cutting through the heavy and exhausted orc cavalry, leaving trails of blood.

“Forward, Clancia.” Looking at the increasingly close black cavalry, an orc muttered, raising his massive axe, which clashed with the lance. The lance pierced his throat, and the axe severed him in half.

With unparalleled strength, Darsi led the cavalry out of the heavy cavalry line, taking 1200 with him, while others lay forever in the blood.

“But that’s all for now.” Watching the black-red cavalry charging up the hill, a group of gray-robed alchemists stood behind the lines. The lead alchemist directed the soldiers to action. Golden strands peeked out from under the hood.

In front of the Blood Lance Knights were dismounted knights holding shields. These ranger knights from the northern mountains undertook various tasks on the battlefield.

Silver steel shields formed a wall on the hill, blocking the charging cavalry.

“Ineffective.”

Looking at the thin and fragile line, Darsi muttered, then leaned forward, accelerating again to lead another charge.

As the horses galloped, the enemy drew closer, clearly visible.

“500 meters.”

“400 meters.”

“300 meters.”

Behind the shields, faint counting could be heard. When it reached 300 meters, officers ordered the shield bearers to retract the shields, revealing what was behind.

A war machine mounted between two iron wheels was exposed, shiny steel gun barrels densely arranged, resembling a pipe organ, bending into a circle, exuding a cold and deadly aura.

[Organ Resounds 3.0] (Rare Golden Grade): A multi-barreled magic crystal gun modified with new alchemical techniques, featuring rotating barrels, each equipped with an independent firing pin. Paired with standard magic crystal ammunition, it can drive 800 shots per minute, efficiently killing enemies. The only drawback is its high cost and ammunition consumption, but this does not diminish its terrifying battlefield dominance, especially effective against dense enemy charges.

Inspired by the pipe organ seen at a concert early in her career, Letis developed the first generation of multi-barreled magic crystal guns. Later, she bent the parallel pipe organs into a circle and improved the base to make it more mobile, presenting the final mature design.

“I’m sorry, Senior Darsi.”

Watching the advancing black-red cavalry, Letis gripped the slender command sword and swung it fiercely.

“Fire!”

“Shoot continuously, rotate and shoot until all enemies fall!”

These cold machines emitted crisp sounds under the soldiers’ operation. Flames lit up the hill, and countless bullets rained down like a storm, the crimson enchanted bullets burning fiercely, striking the cavalry in front.

Continuous sparks and explosions erupted, and blood splattered into the air and onto the ground. Once formidable Black-Red Knights, known as the nightmare of the battlefield, were shattered by the cold and blazing roar of the war machine.

Even the best battlefield commanders, the strongest bodies, and armor, were torn apart in this mechanical storm. Each burning crimson bullet was like a messenger of death, plunging riders into eternal darkness.

It wasn’t that they weren’t brave or excellent; it was simply that times had changed.

The sharp edge of innovation had just begun to emerge, shocking the stagnant world and making people realize the power of technology and civilization once more.

Minutes later, the battlefield fell silent again.

Under the broken crimson sunset, the ground was littered with bodies riddled with wounds, dark red blood staining the grass. Crows flew in from afar, circling the desolate battlefield.

Looking at the blood-red corpses and tattered flags around him, Darsi knelt on the ground, his legs broken by enchanted bullets, covered in wounds, blood flowing steadily. No one else stood around him.

“This is my end.” His consciousness gradually blurred, then he fell into the pool of blood.

That night, the most elite Blood Lance Knights of the Empire were annihilated on this unnamed hill, signaling the collapse of the imperial army.

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