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The degree was so fast that the knights in the back row even lost the opportunity to dodge, and even their war horses were instantly torn to pieces by the axe-like forks, and then the steel tracks weighing more than a thousand catties crushed the fragile corpses into fine pieces, and almost in a breath, the knights' team was split in two by the tank!

But this was only the beginning, the sides of the tank turret parted, revealing the cold light of the metal underneath, and four ten-mounted repeater crossbows spewed raindrops of death, completely turning the surrounding four hundred feet into a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood!

"What the hell are they doing? Rush over, bastard, and fall on the ground, are you lazy in your equestrian training?" a shrill voice roared, and the owner of the voice was waving his fist vigorously at a piece of crystal: "Stupid, oops, damn it, all ......"

At this moment, on the huge crystal, about three feet square and more than two inches thick, the changing light and shadow were reflecting a moving illusion - the charging scene of the imperial knights.

Erecting shields to protect their heads, and putting down their spears against the saddle, they followed the essence of the cavalry discipline, and within a mile, they reunited into a cavalry, and fell diagonally into two rows of geese marching lines, the sharp tips of the cavalry spears were as red as blood in the setting sun, and the stars were intertwined into neat lines, as if a fiery phoenix was gliding with its wings spread, and like a huge sharp arrow.

The horses' hooves kicked the ground, the knights clenched their spears, the screams behind them were far away, and the enemy seemed to be all over the place in an instant—in this moment. Every knight had forgotten about the steel monster that had just broken through their formation, and all they saw was the rudimentary line of defense made by the enemy with spears.

Rush over, rush over, pierce the enemy's chest, crush the enemy's body, break the enemy's spear, and send these abominable invaders to meet the Grim Reaper!

However, the charge collapsed in the next moment.

It's like an invisible barrier has been erected in the middle of the space. Their degree slowed for a moment, and the neat formation made jagged stubble, and the gap between the ranks began to widen - it seemed as if every knight was trying to hold on to their mounts. Try to stall it, or turn it in another direction.

But the inertia of the shock no longer allows them to make such unconventional moves!

The neighing of the horses led to the knight's heart-rending screams, as if through a silent magical image reached the ears of every observer...... In a flash. The knight at the tip of the arrow had already rolled to the ground with his mount. People turn on their backs!

The ground cracked and scattered like crystal in the setting sun. Under the light of the fading illusion, there were dense steel thorns! They pierced into the horse's legs like snake teeth, and then entangled with them with their movements! Although it was not fixed to the ground, in an instant, the different stress points of hundreds of horses were enough to make it stretched straight and tight...... Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and some of the horses' leg bones were even snapped off by the terrible force! The pain and tearing force caused the sturdy animals to neigh and fall down, pulling their companions under them at the same time. Or just throw it out and fly to the tip of the enemy's gun.

Spectacular......

The scene reflected on the crystal carries a stupid, sadly spectacular look.

One by one, the horses neighed and rushed forward. Falling to their knees, or crashing into their original companions, in the smoke and dust, the great stagnant inertia tosses the humans like toys one after another, and coincidentally falls in front of the enemies who are waiting for them, facing the cold, sharp spears - as if the purpose of their charge is nothing but a deliberate pursuit of their own death!

This tragic scene frightened the knights who followed behind.

They tightened the reins of their horses and threw their mounts apart in the direction of the sides—the exposed thorns of steel in front of them, stretched thirty or fifty feet wide, enough to wipe out all possibility of the light cavalry advancing, let alone break away the two thousand opponents behind them who were relying on the steel wagons!

What's more, in the opposing camp, dotted black shadows have already flown out! Although the rain of arrows that rose up was sparse, it only one salvo knocked twenty or thirty helpless cavalrymen off their mounts to the ground! The arrows that lay across the corpses and pierced the throat were like a magic spell, indifferently reminding the knights of the empire that their opponents possessed such great combat power as marksmen.

“...... Order to retreat! Let them withdraw!"

The image on the crystal shakes and disappears, or the magic on a particular target dissipates with death...... But observation no longer mattered at this point - a fist crossed over the crystal and slammed into the delicate walnut shelf behind it, seemingly making the whole room tremble!

"Damn! Why didn't anyone see that damn illusion! My cavalry, they're all finished!"

The roaring man was dressed in a delicate armor, and every leaf of armor was covered with beautiful lines, overlapping and superimposing a magical luster with the fine gems, but anyone who faced this armor would probably ignore the glittering runes and crystals and pay attention to another fact-

This armor is really a bit ...... 'wide'.

The width of the shoulders is no more than the standard of a sturdy knight, but the outline of the cuirass under it has been swollen into a semi-arc, and the three armor leaves under it are turned outwards in turn, wrapping the bulging structure together with the chain mail, and then together with the armor skirt below, the whole set of armor is decorated in a circle like a barrel wall, and the two iron boots of the skirt armor are stretched out, and they are even thicker as if they have two cylinders in the shape of shoes.

And the owner of this armor unsurprisingly had a bloated face, his eyes were squeezed into tiny gaps by fat, his nose was not very protruding in the flesh on both sides of his face, and his skin was somewhat pale from the blood of the Imperials, making the heavy red color on his lips appear more intense and abrupt.

"Oh my God, that damn golem was rushing over in the first place to block their route! Who can tell me what that thing is? how can it be so fast! Send a message to those mages to stop staring at that damn thing and let the Tower of Magic take it out with ranged spells!"

The huge mouth opened and squirmed, and spat out a series of roars, so sharp and piercing that everyone in the room frowned, until a few breaths after the words fell, and a mage in a robe finally had a chance to speak in an echo: "Lord Urdu, you should know that thing has been hovering out of range of the mage tower. There's nothing we can do about it......"

The uninspired explanation was interrupted the next moment - or the other party was simply waiting for someone who dared to answer to come as a channel for leaking.

A bloated, fat bread palm jerked out, grabbing the mage's collar. Pulling his emaciated body towards the illusionary crystal, "Out of range, then explain to me! How did they shoot magic so far? Didn't you say that the limit of the Death Cloud Technique is only four hundred feet, but this is even four thousand feet...... They've got their eye on the mages! Let them land immediately! Damn it! Fly in the sky and be a target! Forget it, it's better to die. Save yourself some foolish forms of misestimation that claim to be wise. Let my knights go to die for no reason!"

The six mages in the room changed color at the same time.

Cursing and shouting do not change the essence of the words, in fact, it is the person who is the commander who directs the situation - the stupid means that have been carried out indiscriminately from the beginning of the battle, the frivolous persuasion that gives the enemy a chance to breathe, the impulsive rush that sows the cause of the slaughter of the cavalry, and the enemy's unexpected magic range and means are only minutiae. In a regular battle to defend the city, such heavy losses should not be saved at all!

But for a moment, everyone in the room chose silence rather than defense - because everyone understood that there was no point in holding accountable at this time. The big question should be how to deal with the actions of the enemy!

Tumenes' cavalry was moved.

The charge was not very fast, for their goal was only an opponent who was struggling to survive - and when a frontal charge could not be achieved, the only strategy for the cavalry was to temporarily avoid it.

Staying in the green mountains is not afraid of no firewood, this truth is simple and simple everywhere...... But if you want to escape, how easy is it?

The knights of the empire had no way to retreat - behind them, the haze of the Death Cloud Technique was spreading, and the huge black steel, spewing gray steam, charged towards their comrades! Black steel raindrops, swaying into the surrounding space, within a radius of eight hundred feet, any defense, would only crumble in the terrible steel rain, unable to form!

There are obstacles in front and strange soldiers in the back, this plain more than two miles long has become a whirlpool of death at this moment, and the more than 1,000 knights who are wrapped in it can only choose one on the left or right.

Or in a crisis situation, when the strength of a team is really tested, the knights of the Empire undoubtedly showed their abilities perfectly, and in this chaotic battlefield, they did not even have to listen to the sound of the trumpet, they were able to follow their banner and reunite as a team.

However, or maybe it's because it's too good......

A dark shadow flickered by

On the crystal, the illusion of magic is constantly shaking and changing, from the top of the head of one dead knight to the back of another...... However, when the picture was stable, a huge black shadow suddenly passed by!

It was as if time had frozen for a moment, and then suddenly flowed again, and the back of the knight conjured by magic suddenly began to twist and tremble in an instant! The metal began to warp from the middle, revealing a bright red color underneath, and after showing the greatest tension, the metal suddenly jumped into a mess of blood mist! The bright red muscles and internal organs tumbled outward, filling the whole picture in an instant!

The bright red of blood, the yellow and white of fat, and the green of the internal organs formed an eerie color, and the room where the crystal was located was silent......

After half a ring, one of the mages trembled and reached out and pressed it, so that the scenery changed to the back of another person, and with the spiritual traction of the mage, the picture turned, and then, everyone, saw the true face of the huge black shadow!

It was a knife.

But or. The knife is no longer enough to describe its shape...... For it was more than five feet long, and seemed closer to a metal plate—except for the slanted, rough tip, and even the barely sharp edges, which were only dark and dull edges.

Behind this knight were a thousand cavalry of Tumenes, who did not deliberately maintain a charging formation, but scattered in a formation of hundreds, or even fifty, and ran towards their respective targets. Faintly formed the momentum of the encirclement - although the enemy they wanted to encircle was almost equal to them, but at this moment, they had the absolute upper hand!

At this moment, those Imperial knights are nothing more than frightened birds, and their opponents are full of spirit, and the huge steel monster is rampage through the battlefield. With a rumbling bang and billowing smoke, draw all the attention of the people of the Empire. Every Imperial knight prayed in their hearts that they wouldn't run into the monster's 400-foot range. Compared to the hideous forks stained with shredded flesh and blood, and the steel arrows that flew like drops, the spears and swords of the Tumenis cavalry were lovely things.

The corpses on the battlefield were resting, and some knights saw that there was no hope of escape, so they had to turn around and charge to the death, but by this time the situation of the two sides had reversed. The horses that had lost their charging power could not give them an advantage over the Tumenians who were charging like wolves, and the broken up formation was even less likely to give them any hope of organizing, but the scale of two hourglasses was cut in two by the Imperial cavalry. They have completely lost more than half of their strikers!

This abrupt remark made everyone stunned.

Several mages opened their mouths slightly in shock, and even forgot to recite the incantation--an enemy had infiltrated this heavily guarded magic tower--it was impossible!, however, the unfamiliar black robe in front of them was like a heavy piece of pig iron pressing on everyone's heart, making them feel as if their hearts had stopped beating, and even the temperature on their bodies was taken away by the cold metal!

"Who are you?"

"Passing. That voice (to be continued......)