The fourth quarter ends

"Hussars, let the hussars stop. Let the artillery turn the muzzle, and, let the musketeers turn!" On the high ground, the fat man gave the order hoarsely.

But his order was already too late. All the Blood Knights were wrapped in red heavy armor, and the same was true for riders and horses. But they were so fast that even the hussars could not match them. The Blood Knights had already rushed down the dunes and furiously slashed into the flanks of the human army, while the light cavalry hastily responded.

The Blood Knight's attacks are swift and bloody. Unlike humans, these horrific executioners have spent centuries honing their art of killing. The two sides were similar in number, but there was a huge disparity in combat power - the human cavalry suddenly encountered the blood knight, and before they could resist or throw their weapons, they were hacked to death, stabbed to death, or simply knocked off their horses and trampled to death. In just a few minutes, the red wave engulfed everything. The light cavalry was wiped out so completely that the entire flank of the human legion was exposed to the Blood Knights.

The Blood Knights didn't stop for a second, completely surpassing the level of human organizational training, reorganizing their formation while charging, and rushed straight to their next target.

"Fire!" Although the musketeers were not yet fully arrayed, they had no choice but to fire first.

However, both the formation and distance were not good for the musketeers, and the armor of the vampires resisted a considerable part of the bullets. Although the musketeers managed to defeat a few, there was no other force between them and the Blood Knights. The Blood Knight pounced on him like a hungry tiger. In an instant, they rushed into the midst of the musketeers, their swords and axes unleashing terrible slashing powers, and a bloody storm of blood swept them down in one fell swoop.

The fat general, who commanded the army from above, watched as the Blood Knights rushed into the ranks of the infantry following the defeated soldiers, slashing and slashing down the soldiers like grass in groups. He had been overwhelmed by the sudden blow. All this was contrary to his common sense, how could this mere cavalry of more than a thousand men rush in, and in the blink of an eye it would penetrate his whole army horizontally, as if it were no one? He looked around in despair, hoping to find a force that could stop the enemy, and then found his lifeline.

"Let the Holy Knights strike! Only the Holy Knights can stop that enemy!" he shouted to the herald. The latter immediately galloped towards the Knights, who were hiding in the rear of the entire army. But to the herald's surprise, he found that the Holy Knights were already ready.

"Your Excellency, the General orders you to attack immediately and stop the Blood Knights, or we are in danger of being annihilated. ”

The captain of the Holy Knights, the man who had shared a table with the fat man last night, smiled faintly.

"No, you're mistaken, it's 'you' who are in danger of annihilation. Instead of paying attention to the stunned heralds, he turned to his men. "Retreat all, take the magicians with you, watch the route, and avoid being pursued by the enemy. ”

After giving the order, he looked back at the herald.

"Young man, you have a choice. Come with us, or go back to your death. You are free to choose. ”

"I ...... I...... I ......"

"This defeat is not your responsibility, it is entirely because the Lord will be incompetent. We simply chose to retreat when the situation was irreversible. It's not honorable, but it's not condemnable either. ”

The decision was easy to make. After a few minutes, the entire ranks of the Holy Knights broke away from the battlefield and retreated.

......

The sinners were in despair.

In front of them were a steady stream of skeletal soldiers who were killing like nightmares. The dark magic is building up, and one by one the skeletons that had been previously defeated are getting up again and joining the attack.

Behind them, the Blood Knights had unstoppably destroyed all human armies. No army could hold up even a little under the charge of the Blood Knights. In the blink of an eye, all armies except the guilty soldiers had collapsed, leaving their weapons behind and fleeing, leaving the Blood Knights to gallop and slash.

The outcome was decided, and the Blood Knights were in no hurry to destroy the last human force. They spread out in formation and chased and slaughtered the fleeing human soldiers as if they were having fun, cutting them down or trampling them to death one by one. Blood stained the yellow sand.

All the remnants of the resistance retreated into the ranks of the sinners, fending off the skeletal warriors' onslaught in desperation.

When the Blood Knights put an end to their bloodthirsty entertainment, it will be the end of the sinners. But even if they really didn't bother to do it, the sinners couldn't hold out for long.

Scar uses his spear to knock down one of the skeletons that tries to attack him. He was already scarred and exhausted. Not only him, but the entire squad was almost unable to fight. just used his weakened arms to block the next wave of continuous offensives. The only thing he was happy about was seeing the previously invincible officer fall off his horse and be chopped to pieces by the skeletons.

This was the last time we ever saw the sun. Scar looked up at the sky, the battle had been going on for hours, and the dark clouds that had covered the sky had dissipated, and the remnants of the sun shone like blood on the battlefield of killing.

"Everybody hold on...... Hold on!" the old man was still trying to cheer up. But this is no longer meaningful. More than half of the team was killed or wounded, and the dead were hanging from chains, dragging everyone else in place, unable to move.

Several Blood Knights galloped towards their squad.

The old man raised his spear, but the tip of the spear slashed through the heavy red armor. The sword flashed, and a gray-haired head flew up. The blood-spurting headless body collapsed.

A vampire rolled and dismounted, all the way to the old man's corpse. The sinners held their spears at him, but they were all trembling. Half exhaustion, half despair.

The vampire stood beside the old man's corpse and did not move for a long time. He looked up at the frightened group of humans, ignoring the spears, and slowly approached them. His sword was unsheathed.

As the vampire approached, Scar let out a burst of fire and stabbed with a spear. However, the vampire grabbed the spear and snatched it away with his hand. The moment Scar stumbled and was pulled by him, his fist slammed down on Scar's chin, knocking him backwards and falling to the ground.

The vampire spun his spear and threw it like a spear, piercing the chest of a sinner. The latter wailed and fell, his body convulsing with dying convulsions.

But the vampire didn't attack further, instead calmly watching the man slowly die. A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes for a moment.

Then he got back on his horse.

"You mortals, listen!" the vampire shouted as he galloped around the human ranks. "I am Baron Pinold, the nobleman of Callean! I will give you a chance now, drop your weapons, raise your hand to surrender, I can spare your life for the time being!

The skeleton soldier stepped back. The remnants of humanity looked at each other in horror. But this choice is not difficult to make. I don't know who started the road, and one by one people dropped their weapons and raised their hands high.

On a sand dune far away from the battlefield, a pair of eyes lurking in the yellow sand carefully examined everything that was happening on the battlefield. Watch as the vampires clean up the battlefield, tie up the POWs, and escort them away in teams. Even the wounded were simply bandaged and taken away, leaving only the corpses of men and horses all over the ground, as well as broken swords and broken shields, dyed with a layer of death by the setting sun.

It won't take long for all traces to be erased, and the yellow sand will cover it all, leaving only insignificant traces to cry in the sand.

After making sure that the undead army had all left, the lurker pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a line on the sand.

"The oracle is completely correct, and the effect of the holy water is verified. Anyone who drinks holy water cannot be reawakened by black magic after death. There is no doubt that with this method, Kalean's army will not be able to replenish from the war......"

End of the battlefield of destruction