For the goddess of the lake!"

The knights of the Kingdom of Bretonnia, who surrounded Tallinnam, let out a lion-like roar.

At this moment, countless Bretonnian knights gathered around Tallinnam, engaged in a final battle with a large number of undead. On the battlefield, swords collided, cold light shone, and the blood of the warriors splashed on this chaotic and dark land, and there was endless darkness overhead, but in front of him, there was endless light.

As far as the eye could see, Tallinnham was like a god, his whole body glowing with a dazzling golden light. The people of Bretonnian around him seemed to be inspired by this force, and their wounds were miraculously healed, and the fatigue that had accumulated throughout the day dissipated in this moment.

"Roaring ......"

A lion's roar rang out, and the sword in Tallinn's hand swept in front of Güll, the commander of the undead legion, and the light scorched the commander of the undead legion. Leaves black, charred marks on Güll's pale skull.

He must protect his lover, and he can't see her hurt. Behind is the place where his lover fell, he has no way out, with tears, Tallinnham roared, anger, love, and pity turned into a shocking blow, and in an instant, endless energy gathered on the weapon, as the long sword fell, the golden light exploded, this blow, as if tearing the heavens and the earth, countless fragments of golden light flew all over the sky, turning into bursts of energy shockwaves, directly hitting the commander of the undead legion.

And, he succeeded! Yes, he did! With the wrath of justice, the sword shattered Güll's block and stabbed straight into the chest of the commander of the undead legion. The sound of steel crumbling bones could be heard, and the commander of the undead legion roared and took a painful step back. However, it was only one step, and there was no further ......

The commander of the Undead Legion, Güll, stared at the mortal in front of him with his ghostly eyes. Yes, he was a mortal after all. Even if he is given by God, he is only a mortal. And it has spent thousands of years in anger and violence. The ghost fire in his eyes has been burning for thousands of years. Can a mortal be extinguished?

Gradually, Tallinnham felt a chill coming from his sword. It was as if an endless abyss was staring at him, making him feel hopeless and painful. The golden sword was fading its dazzling brilliance, and the aura of death and corruption surrounded the sword, eroding it little by little. The sword of the warrior that had just given the people of Bretonnian confidence and hope.

With a crisp sound of metal shattering, the squire's sword in Tallinnam's hand turned into black dust and disappeared in the air.

"Bastard, meet your fate. Mortals can't change their fate!"

A low mockery rang out, and Güll's heavily armored black hand slapped the tiny human in front of him away. Yes, he was so small in front of Güell. Only the commander-level are qualified to fight him, and this human who is not even a knight is simply a-stirring stick.

He disrupted the march of the necromantic army. Let these knights regain their confidence. He's such a-stirring stick. Now, die. Tiny human ......

A voice like an abyss of darkness rang out from Gur's hollow belly, and the black axe turned into a shadow in the air, obscuring all light.

"At least I still love you...... Inya ......"

Tallinnham cried out in despair in his heart, he had done everything he could, however, he still had to face the merciless blow of fate. Perhaps, after all, he is just an attendant, and he can't change anything at all......

Tallinnham closed his eyes in despair, feeling himself lose his vitality.

However, the arbitration of fate did not come. The moment the Black Axe of the Death Legion Commander Güll slashed down, a piercing neighing of horses broke the deathly silence. Then, a golden light lit up even brighter than the one Talinnham had just fought.

"In the name of the Goddess of the Lake, the undead, go back!"

A weakened Tarlinham opened his eyelids to see King Charles of Bretonnia riding on a tall white warhorse, and with a sword he blocked Güll's dark battle axe.

The blade of the axe struck the king's holy sword, sending out hot red and black flames. There was a piercing buzz, like the painful howl of thousands of undead......

"It's the king!"

"Long live the King!"

"Long live Bretonnia! Long live the Goddess of the Lake!"

Charles' magnificent save gave the Bretonnian knights endless motivation again. This time, it was an unprecedented encouragement. It was the first time that almost all the knights of the Kingdom of Bretonnia saw the king himself wielding the holy sword to fight against the evil enemy.

Faith, hope, and glory evoke the power of faith in the hearts of the knights of Bretonnia.

The sparsely numbered, but combat-ready knights of Bretonnia gathered around King Charles and launched a counterattack towards the dense sea of the undead on the periphery.

Blood and mud splattered, wetting his armor and hair, dragging his scarred body, and Talinham limped to Inya's side, only to see his beloved woman lying in a pile of corpses, dying. The Rose Knight's helmet had been knocked off, the silver-white armor had been smashed into a pit, and the dried blood had stuck to Inya's lips, and the only proof that she was alive was the faint breath.

The shouts of killing on the battlefield shook the sky, the horse's hooves were staggered, and Tallinnham just used his weak body to protect Inya. A tall knight's horse almost stepped on him......

In my ears was the roar of the bloody battle between the king and the knights.

The gorgeous holy sword dragged out golden arcs and slammed into the face and body of the commander of the Death Legion.

The light around the king grew stronger every moment, as if he were the spokesman of the gods, and under the protection of the goddess of the lake, King Charles was so brave, his pale hair dancing wildly in the wind, the holy sword unsheathed, golden light splashing, with the wrath of the goddess of the lake, a sword slashed at the body of the commander of the Death Legion, Güll. Pierce and shatter its black armor.

The black axe sent out a whirlwind of black whirlwinds in the air, the waves of death left no grass under Güll's feet, and the dark energy was so powerful that anyone who was not blessed by the gods could not enter. But King Charles's radiant energy was even more powerful, and the angry sword slashed through the undead commander's black axe with one sword, and another sword dented its armor, and before Gul could make a parry, the holy sword delivered a fatal blow that pierced the rotten heart of the undead commander.

In an instant, the wails of thousands of undead rang out, and the body of the commander of the undead legion twitched violently, and his armor contracted violently, spewing out countless dark energy from this dark armor, like a fountain splashing out. It's like a strong acid that corrodes everything around it.

The king didn't have time to evacuate, and was affected by this evil and powerful energy, the old body couldn't help but take a step back, but the dark energy swept through the whole body like a whirlwind, and in the frightened eyes of the whole army, the old king's face twisted in pain......