The kingdom of the west wind, the wind breathes in the wilderness, the war horses roar, and the flag flutters.

On the earth, nearly 50,000 rebel troops, carrying tumbling banners and spears, meandered forward in the cold wind, like a giant snake.

Stratus clouds are stacked in the sky, and there is not a single ray of sunlight to be seen, and the thick black clouds seem to collapse at any time, making people breathless.

Boom –

A bright flash of light briefly blinded people, followed by a deafening sound of rolling thunder.

At some point, a group of knights appeared in the sky, and they seemed to have electric flashes on their bodies, without flags, slogans, statements, or cover-ups, and in silence, they rushed straight down the hills, their hooves crisp, leaving behind a scorched black march track, and occasionally electric flashes.

The lightning-like knights wore well-fitting armor with a bright silver body and pale blue steel edges, and a shield and a sword cross on their shields and right arms.

The galloping cavalry split up on the ground, and finally formed a straight line, this horizontal straight line, 700 people moved like one person, sharp spears were neatly aligned, standing upright forward, although it seemed thin, but like a mountain and a tsunami, unstoppable.

The rebel army under the banner of Venus on a blue background did not have time to line up to block the attack, and the ranks that stretched on the ground were as if they had been scraped off part of it by a scraper, and blood was flying, and there was no way to live.

Pullman and the others saw this amazing scene, their eyes were split, they did consider the possibility of the Knights of Lightning participating in the battle, but no one knew that it would be so terrifying, this group of knights with lightning crest seemed to have encountered no resistance, changing directions and lines in the wilderness, shuttling back and forth, slaughtering nearly 6,000 people in just a short time, and this seemed to be just the beginning of the warm-up exercise.

Following the great pact of wind and thunder, these warriors who guarded the Chaos Vortex appeared on the battlefield where they should not have been, and the swords and spears in their hands were aimed at their own people.

They are true soldiers, they don't question any orders, they don't waver even if they kill their own kind, and their cold will is colder than steel.

Rapid trumpets sounded over the wilderness, and the officers roared and urged the soldiers to form up to resist the blade-like attack, and the square-like formations gradually took shape on the ground.

The soldiers lined up closely, shoulder to shoulder, constantly converging and converging to form thick square hedgehogs.

Mixed with the smell of nervous sweat, one soldier could even hear the heartbeat of his comrades, and the small soldier could not see the scene outside, so he could only clench his spear nervously, follow the officer's instructions, and flatten in a certain direction.

But the officer's anxious voice kept changing, as if the enemy's position was fluctuating, sometimes to the east and sometimes to the west, as if teasing them. But the dwarf soldier knew that this was not a joke, the constant cracking of thunder, the neighing of horses, the clashing of steel, everything was so dense that it was like fried beans, and it never stopped.

Finally, the officers stopped letting them change direction, and their hearts slowly sank.

Is it finally our turn?

The faint blue electric light filled the field of vision, incandescent and then felt a light body, as if flying.

Below is a scene of steel and blood, and the body holding the gun is really like himself......

"Ahhh Pullman rode his horse and rushed down the hillside in a rage, following him with a group of guards in black cloaks.

However, the lightning knights in the wilderness didn't care, and still harvested their lives in an orderly manner, and the silver front swept through the dense formations of the rebels one after another like a rain wiper.

By the time Pullman led his army down, some 20,000 troops had been slaughtered, red blood sliding from the bright silver armor, but the armor was still shiny and undamaged, as legend has said, they were a mighty and noble heroic order, untainted by stigma.

Finally, Pullman approached the group of knights surrounded by lightning, and they turned their horses' heads, and after killing a phalanx, they formed a neat formation again and met them.

The masks of this group of lightning knights had already been pulled down, and they could only see the thunderous eyes flowing through the gaps, and the horses roared, and another charge began.

Knock Knock Knock –

The distance of more than 500 meters had been passed in just an instant, and Pullman saw that the electric light spread with the horse's hooves, and when the cavalry on both sides approached, his body was already numb, and he used the transcendent core in his body with all his strength to barely perceive his body.

Boom –

A terrible sword light flashed, a large amount of blood spurted out of his left arm, one arm flew high, and then rolled down to the grass, the thick arm seemed to want to grasp something, but the hand was already empty.

The war horse under the crotch staggered forward a few steps, fell to his knees, and could no longer stand up.

Pullman struggled to get up from the ground with his greatsword, and he was alone at this time.

Enduring the severe pain in his left arm, he plunged his right hand into his arms and took out the last two pieces of [Blood Activating Elixir], one into his mouth and the other on the wound on his left arm.

The medicinal sugar in his mouth mixed with blood and chewed, and there was a faint sweetness of maple sugar in the rust taste, as warm as when he first tasted it.

I don't know when the blood sprinkled on his face flowed down from between his eyebrows, and some entered his eyes, bringing a burst of stinging pain, making people unconsciously want to close his eyes, but he didn't dare to close them, his round eyes looked straight at the group of silver knights opposite, and his vision was blood-red.

Leaning slightly on the great sword that stood on the pestle, his trembling right hand plunged into his bosom again, and took out a small orange fruit, which was originally as crystal as crystal, but now it was stained with dust and blood on his hands.

"I'm sorry, teacher."

He looked at the small fruit in his hand, and suddenly remembered that summer parting afternoon, with the soft singing surrounding the forest.

[It's been a long night]

[When you're pursuing]

[but there is no hope in sight]

.....

[I know it doesn't seem to make sense]

[I know this is extremely hypocritical]

[I know you're unbearable]

[One more day]

[One more day]

[Even though he is covered in bruises]

[Even if the wings are broken]

[Can't stop you from flying]

[Someday]

[You'll see]

[The miraculous starlight]

"I'm sorry, everyone, teachers, I'm afraid I won't be able to see that starlight in my short life." Pullman's tone seemed to sigh and say goodbye.

He tossed the orange fruit into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, then picked up the great sword beside him in his right hand, stepped forward, and once again charged towards the group of cavalry who had descended like a thunder god.

The sturdy back and the heavy sword were so small under the dim sky.

The breeze blows, and broken flags and spears are planted diagonally on the earth, telling a dream that is difficult to realize.