Brand pointed his sword forward—
The cavalrymen immediately shouted in unison, forming a black torrent rolling forward. It seemed no one knew fatigue, not even the horses. Even the enthusiasm of the self-defense corps behind was completely aroused. They had only one thought left: forward, continuously forward.
Accelerate, keep accelerating.
No one had the energy to think of anything else. It seemed all their energy was used to produce adrenaline. They enlarged their pupils, breathing exhaustedly, as if using their last breath to rush at any possible enemy and drag it down to hell.
Even if men and horses were exhausted, these warriors must at least grab that final victory. They looked up, as if they could see the young man’s sword pointing forward, leading to an open door.
Behind that door, lies a miracle.
Brand finally saw another undead army ahead. He firmly believed he had already broken into the second or third defensive line, so had he entered Albton or Weisa’s control area?
Or ’Dead Maggot’ Magus?
He saw a whole bunch of white skeletons turning on the riverside, far more than he had encountered before. Brand squinted slightly, already seeing at least two teams of black knights beside the opposing commander.
Brand knew this time he caught the big fish, but whether he could swallow it was another question. Yet Brand knew he had to swallow; he could not retreat, nor did he have any room to retreat, leaving only one thought.
A narrow path meets the brave, and the brave wins.
He raised his sword, the tip of the elf sword almost dazzlingly bright. The wind roared around his ears; besides the wind, he heard nothing else, almost shouting desperately:
"Cavalry, attack with me—!"
Only forty-nine people, but the response echoed like an avalanche; when the thunderous sound of hooves reverberated through the entire valley, it felt as if heaven and earth collaborated, everyone united as one.
’White Knight’ Albton’s expression changed instantly.
Like Magus, he had been speculating about the identity of that human commander and which sequence the mysterious army belonged to in Erune. But he didn’t expect to encounter the enemy in such a situation.
When he turned his head, a pair of eyes burning with fierce frost flames looked through the white helmet at the charging cavalry, almost thinking he had returned to the era when classical knight spirit shone.
’White Knight’ almost had a brief moment of distraction. He remembered countless years ago, on the Golden Flower Plateau, the human pride, the eagle Cruz Empire’s cavalry were also proud, never bothering with tactics. They only needed to charge, keep charging, constantly charging to achieve victory.
Because in this world, there was no longer such a proud, honorable army. It felt as though each of them would rather die in the midst of constant charging.
Their lives were for that instant of burning—radiant and dazzling.
Facing an army that regarded death as the highest honor, all combat power seemed pale. All resistance appeared so powerless and meaningless, Albton even found a trace of wavering in his heart, almost thinking he had returned a hundred years ago.
His distraction caused him to miss the best reaction timing. When Albton suddenly realized he should steer his skeletons, it was too late.
Brand, holding the elf sword, charged forward like the blade of a surprise team— a silver line, leading all kingly knights forward.
Indeed, he saw those skeletons slowly turning, but it was too late, too slow!
"Corpse Witches—!" Albton drew his longsword with a clang, almost a shriek from his soul.
Ten corpse witches raised their bone staffs simultaneously.
A dark storm suddenly appeared in front of the undead army. As the storm formed, the earth shattered, sharp rocks flew up, instantly turning into powder, branches on either side transformed into black smoke, shrieking upwards.
’White Knight’ Albton held his breath, unsure if his previous sight was a hallucination, but how could Erune see such cavalry nowadays? Immediately, however, this pale knight remembered he had long ceased breathing...
But the next moment, the frost flames in his eyes froze. He couldn’t help but open his mouth slightly, watching the young man raise his right hand, slashing out from the dark storm—
He raised his hand, a transparent blue array on his hand shimmering faintly.
Though the dark storm composed of negative spirits blew his hair back, he raised his hand high, and the storm turned instantly.
He went forward, the storm followed—
It felt as though at that moment, Brand was the king commanding the storm. When he shouted word by word: "Energy Drain—"
The storm immediately turned.
The front row of skeleton soldiers fell one by one, the back row of skeletons tried to raise their long spears, then were hit by their companions face-first and also fell one by one.
But Brand was already at the end of his strength.
Yet the next moment, they saw the young man’s warhorse falling—
Not only these undead creatures, but everyone on the battlefield saw Brand fall from his horse. For a moment, it felt as if the whole valley quieted down, the human refugees couldn’t help but widen their eyes, stopping what they were doing.
Frey was tightening the reins to urge the self-defense corps to speed up, but when she turned around and saw this scene, she couldn’t help covering her mouth, unable to make a sound.
Miss Merchant’s face finally changed, she couldn’t help lifting her skirt and running forward.
Reto, Mano, Batom, Fulong Tower, Yulier also couldn’t help loosening their reins, realizing that even such a young man could fall?
But Brand had already adjusted his posture the moment he fell from the horse; he was merely waiting for an opportunity.
As he landed, his body rotated half a circle in mid-air, shooting out like a released arrow. He moved forward, his sword moved forward, a silver line.
Everyone saw that striking silver line—
Symbolizing miracles.
After the silver line, twelve skeleton soldiers split into halves simultaneously. Brand landed amidst countless undead, his sword still raised high.
He saw the tall, white undead knight.
He also saw the fierce frost flames burning in its eyes.
So it’s you, ’White Knight’ Albton, former hero of Erune. Brand looked at the opponent, his elf sword slightly tilted, the glowing sword blade pressing on with a gust.
"Your journey ends here, young man!" Albton said, blocking Brand’s sword with a single stroke.
Silver Power, Brand borrowed the force and immediately withdrew.
This was going to be tough indeed.
He couldn’t help but think—
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