Inya ...... Damn it!"

Seeing the Rose Knights and the Bretonnian Knights fearlessly rushing towards Güll, the commander of the Legion of the Dead, Tallinnham was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. In fact, he didn't care who won or lost this battle, he came here and participated in this terrible war, just for the sake of Lord Berto, and the woman in his heart.

Now that Berto is nowhere to be found, Inya and Duke Quinaris charge suicidally. Tallinnham felt his world torn apart, and he knew that he couldn't save the Rose Knight, let alone the Duke of Tancred. What a powerful undead warrior Gul, a Chaos warrior who existed thousands of years ago, and his strength has not diminished in the slightest since he was resurrected. In front of it, like those bretonnian knights who don't think about themselves, they will only be cut in two. Not to mention, their own hands...... Tallinnham felt his arm barely controllable, as if he had lost consciousness.

However, Inya ...... Is it just going to die?

Not far away, the commander of the Undead Legion, Gul, swung his axe again, and slashed three Bretonnian militiamen with one axe, and the broken torso, shield, and weapon were thrown into the air like garbage, and then fell with a clatter, and the screams were endless. The breath of death spreads across the battlefield.

Inya ...... No...... You can't just die!

Purely by faith, Tallinnam braced himself and walked towards the place of death.

There, Duke Quinaris Tancored, had already fought with the undead lord Güll, and the unicorn hissed in pain. The noble elven warhorse was crushed alive by the undead creatures......

A piercing buzz was heard, and the great axe wielded by Güll, the commander of the undead legion, smashed into the shield of Duke Tencred, Duke of Quinaris, and for a moment, the shield shattered and flew. The immensely strong Duke's shield was torn apart by the battle axe of the undead legion, and the Grand Duke himself was struck down by the thunderous slash.

Tancored was on the verge of death at the hands of the undead commander Güll's tomahawk. However, at the critical moment, a black war horse wearing skeletal iron armor broke into the battlefield and crashed into the commander of the undead legion in a frenzy.

Despite his great strength, Gul was driven back by the sudden charge, and the horse roared past, and a knight covered in blood appeared behind the horse. Tallinnam's heart was almost jumping, and that brave knight was not a knight from Bretonnia, but a freelancer from the city-state of Tyrell, Inya Calradia St. Calvin!

"No!"

"Inya, don't do this!"

"Please!"

"You're going to die!"

Dragged his half-crippled body to the edge of the decisive battle, Talinham cried out in tears. However, no one would heed the cries of a squire. The knights of Bretonnia will not, and in the face of absolute power, chivalry and glory are gone. No one cares whether a foreigner from a foreign country lives or dies.

In this way, Inya stood in front of the commander of the undead legion as a mortal knight.

The dark battle axe slashed through it, sending out a black fire, and Inya dodged with difficulty, and the Moorish holy sword Raven's sword in her hand slashed into Güle's arms, but the undead commander reacted faster, before the Rose Knight's counterattack arrived. The Black Axe stopped it.

The Raven's Sword slammed into the Dark Axe, and the air was filled with the crisp sound of weapons striking. The recoil shook Innia to the ground, and the Rose Knight failed to inflict any damage on Gul with a single blow with all his might, but on the contrary, the Undead Commander was just an ordinary block, and Innia felt a great deal of pressure.

The aura of death emanating from the Undead Commander corroded her at every moment, as well as all the living creatures around her. Grand Duke Tancored, lying on the ground, was dying, his armor shattered, half of his arm almost detached from his body, and blood gushed from the cracks in his armor.

God bless Bretonnia......

The Grand Duke muttered in a low voice, but could no longer get up.

The air was once again filled with the sound of a crisp weapon strike, and the Rose Knight once again fought with the undead Legion commander Güll. It is not so much a fight as it is that Gul is just playing with this inadequate knight. She was very beautiful, she was a woman, and no woman had ever dared to stand in front of her. The dark battle axe roared past, creating a whirlwind of death above Inya's head, and Inya rolled and dodged, stabbing sideways as she rose, her beautiful sword piercing Gul's back.

However, when the tip of the sword touched the armor of the commander of the undead legion, Inya suddenly realized that the enemy's strength was too strong. The ornate armor was so strong that the clay-sliced Raven's Sword failed to pierce the armor, leaving only a shallow dent in the surface of the armor.

"No mortal can defeat me. ”

The muffled whispers of the dead lingered in the air.

In an instant, the commander of the undead legion raised his iron-clad hands and swept away the brave rose knight.

I only felt that it was dark in front of her, and Inya was sent flying like garbage, and the blood rushed out in a poignant arc.

"No! no! no......"

Tallinnam hysteria. The sky seemed to be torn apart, and the rain turned into blood-red blood and fell from the sky.

Inya ...... Inya ......

He pronounced the name of the Rose Knight...... Dragged his half-crippled body towards her.

Charles, Berto...... Damn, where are you?

Goddess of the Lake, if you can hear my prayers, please, please help me!

Please give me strength...... Save me, save Inya, save these people of Bretonnia...... I serve you sincerely! I dedicate all my devotion to you......

Tallinnam prayed hysterically, and when he finished speaking, he slew in the direction of the undead commander.

He saw the monster, much taller than a mortal, and a cold flame burned in Güll's sunken eyes. Laughing like a bloodthirsty butcher......

Grabbing the blood-stained human female knight on the ground, the undead commander's dark tomahawk slashed down.

However, at this moment, a strange light caught glimpse out of the corner of the undead legion's leader's eye. It was an incomparably hot golden light. Like the sun on the ground, it illuminates the dying crowd......

"For the goddess of the lake!"

A cry of despair roared from the mouth of an unknown soldier, bursting with dazzling golden light that even Gul couldn't help but raise his hand to block it.

In the next second, the dark battle axe collided with an ordinary silver sword. Brilliant red and blue fire.

The impact was so powerful that even Gul couldn't help but be shocked back a step. It raised its tomahawk and prepared to fight back, only to see a figure wrapped in golden brilliance. It wasn't until the silver sword slashed through the air again that Gul saw that it was an ordinary human warrior. Not even a knight...... It's a warrior......

Tarinnam's face was full of blood and tears, and at this moment, he felt an unprecedented force rush into his body, like a rushing fountain of life, dispelling all exhaustion and pain, healing his wounds, healing his severed arm, and his armor seemed to be wrapped in an incomparably hard shield. A blow of rage sent Gul back in quick succession.

Under the torrential rain, Tallinnam fought bloodily on the pile of dead people with one man and one sword. With the body of a mortal, he resisted the commander of the undead legion. Each blow, with an incomparably gorgeous golden light, spreads out.

The dazzling light even illuminated the battlefield within kilometers of the surroundings......

"It can't ......"

"It's true!

"Damn, aren't you ashamed to let a nobody rush ahead of you?"

"I will live and die with Bretonnia!"

The captain of the knights, Barak, wiped the blood from his sword and resolutely rushed into the decisive battle.

More and more Bretonnian knights, in frustration and remorse, drew their swords and returned to the battlefield without hesitation.

The banner of glory fluttered again, "For Bretonnia, for the goddess of the lake!" The blood-drenched battlefield resounded with the deafening roar of the knights......