Chapter 315: Roland's Might
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"Alas, although it is against the way of knighthood, it is in line with the benefits of the battle array!" Roland couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the down-and-out aristocratic coalition. Immediately, without hesitation, two hundred Frankish knights charged, and under the blessing of heavy holy power, a dazzling huge cross hung high above the head of the army, making the whole army imposing.
Dawn nodded approvingly, although Roland was recognized by the whole of Europe as a model of knighthood throughout the Middle Ages, it can be said to be a model and benchmark of chivalry. But in a dark age where the sword is reasonable, moral exemplars are not qualified to survive. The so-called chivalry is nothing more than political propaganda used to mediate internal disputes after Catholicism became the sole faith.
The earth made a sound similar to a heartbeat under the trampling of the horses' hooves, and the faces of several aristocratic powerhouses who were lucky enough to survive showed a trace of dead ashes.
Cap's eyes were split, and he let out an unwilling angry cry: "You actually colluded with the Holy See, Kevin, you are finished, and your family is finished......"
Kevin's face was bruised, he knew that what Cap said was true, so he would never allow the coalition to exist in this war.
"Kep, you dare to explore my way, leave your head now!" Kevin snorted coldly, then turned and got on his horse, unsheathed his sword, and rushed towards Cap.
Chenxi thought that the overall situation had been decided, but she didn't expect that the battle situation was still scorching. These aristocratic families have collected and stored many treasures for thousands of years, and at this time, despite being besieged, they still exerted unimaginably strong resilience.
The Boom ...... Knight's Charge was a virtual wipe out for the chaotic coalition survivors, and the underpowered were quickly eliminated, but everyone left had their own way of withstanding the onslaught.
"Bang......" Several heavily armored knights were knocked out like tennis balls, and the horses sitting down also fell to the ground with broken tendons. A huge inky sledgehammer was invincible, and the knights around him could barely resist it if they formed a military formation. The dwarf Nelson not only had dwarven blood, but also inherited the Dwarven tribe's Hammer of Forge. Not far away, the leader of the Norman family laughed coquettishly, and his body moved at high speed like a streamer. The light foil trembled with a dazzling cold light, and the heavy armor of the Frankish knight had no effect on this spike-type weapon, and a cloud of blood mist erupted from the scene.
Cap's size had almost doubled, and the ancestral sword in his hand suddenly looked a little petite. He had a dead chill like Lake Avalon on his body, and everything he touched when he slashed out his sword qi quickly formed a layer of frost.
Even if the Frankish knights suffered setbacks in the early days, this force did not damage his reputation as an iron army, and relied on the strength of the military array to survive the ravages of the treasures on the field.
Roland under the helmet showed a frightened look, and he couldn't help but be glad to have the help of the two powerful magic circles of Dawn. Otherwise, the aristocratic powerhouse on the scene really has the ability to rely on the treasure to counterattack, if he folds his own personal army here in the first battle, the blow to the prestige of the Pope's family will almost collapse.
"I really underestimated you, but that's fine, I originally wanted to let a few of you go out to promote the might of our army, but now you can all stay!" Roland said coldly, the giant knight's sword in his hand exuding a misty brilliance.
Roland's Sword Durandal, also known as the Sword of Angels or the Immortal Blade, is known as one of the three holy swords of Europe, along with King Arthur's Sword in Stone and Siegfried's Barumk. The sword originated from the Elder Elves and was later given to Roland by Gabriel. The hilt of the sword contains fragments of the garment that the Virgin Mary cut when she gave birth to Jesus, the teeth of the Saint Peter, the blood of the Saint Brazil, and the hair of the Saint Denis. Therefore, this sword is also the most noble sword in the entire Christian lineage. Roland was also recognized as the first Palatine paladin in Christianity because of this sword.
"Lord Roland, please let Cap me solve it?" Kevin didn't dare to rush into the military formation, so he could only shout from afar.
Roland glanced at it coldly, displeased with this kind of traitor in his heart. But he also knew that this battle had inherited a lot of affection from the other side, and if it weren't for a series of information he provided about the movements and personnel composition of the coalition forces, the battle would have been completely different.
"Before I finish dealing with the other miscellaneous fish, he'll leave it to you!" Roland snorted, commanding his knights to make way for Kevin to charge, and then pressed his armor to charge towards Nelson not far away. The sitting steed Verandive spewed out two long white gases from his nose, and his momentum was like a giant rhinoceros. Christianity originated in the Canaan region, and the main god Yahweh held the animal husbandry deity before he ascended to the throne, so the Papal War Horse has a unique method of strengthening, although it does not have too obvious characteristics, but it is better than balance.
"Get out, let's get out together, or we'll be killed by the army. Nelson forced the cavalry back with his hammer and yelled in all directions.
"Evading cavalry on flat ground, if you give them enough momentum, we'll just die faster. A voice replied helplessly, none of the people present were stupid, if they could escape, they would have escaped. The reason why there is a lot of reverence for those who break the formation on a single horse throughout the ages is because when facing the military formation, personal bravery will be suppressed to the extreme, and even sixty percent of the ten things may not be able to play. A hammer warrior like Nelson can be a killing machine with the help of his own troops. But at this time, he was fighting alone, but he was entangled by a dozen cavalrymen and couldn't move.
Nelson was about to answer, but he found that his body suddenly became so light and light, his head flying high, and for the first time in his life, he looked down on everyone on the battlefield. There was a blood-red scene in front of him, and only the back of a heavily armored knight wrapped in holy light flashed.
"I ...... Dead?" Nelson's last thoughts slowly dissipated.
Roland swung four swords out of the battle, and the three sword owls were the first three strong men, but only the fourth sword only removed one arm of the Norman family's feminine swordsman.
"Paladin Roland, I've written down the arm-snatching vendetta!" Norman snorted resentfully, and then turned into a cloud of blood mist and floated away.
The blood mist was invisible, but when it touched the light on the Frankish knight's body, it made a corrosive sound of "zizi", which was accompanied by a terrible howl, which showed that the damage to Norman was great.
"Bloodline, something that can't be seen!" Roland frowned, and casually took out the horn on his waist and blew it.
"Buzz ......" Sacred Horn Olivante, Roland's most important hallows artifact. Gabriel has the ministry of angels in heaven, and this holy name is given by him.
The sound waves of "no ......" sweep away all unclean things. Norman let out an unwilling scream and turned into a cloud of ashes. Even Cap was affected by the horn, and the unstable Avalon mist was blown away. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.