Chapter 1829: Chapter 601: Revealing Each Other’s Trump Cards (Part 2)
An indescribable wave of fierce magic first stirred up the deathly tides on the Helm’s Deep Plains.
The coordination of open spaces and firepower suppression in the Summer Palace’s combat manual is not mere empty talk. Two thousand death knights had yet to clash with this fearsome giant beast cavalry when they were first met with a wave of carpet-covered bombardments.
Compared to other armies, the Summer Palace guards have three elemental combat units — Magic Protectors, Lace Archers, and Cambridge Priests. As mages from both the Demon Clan and Beamon set the skies ablaze like a meteor garden, the sky was filled with Lace Burst Arrows and whistling arrow rains, while the ground was assaulted by musical flying blades and pulse waves. Additionally, a group of second-line giants added to the chaos, leaving the death knights who were prepared to charge and fight, reeling and dizzy from the unexpected blow.
The Arcanist Corps, desperately protected by the death knights, did not want to intercept but simply couldn’t!
The bizarre mages standing on the beach, wearing genuine leather coats and large-brimmed hats, launched wave after wave of magic blades. The Lich and Obsidian Destroyers had to not only resist fiercely but also change their positions for the “Dragon Gate Battle Formation,” leaving no extra strength to support the death knights further!
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Seizing the moment when the opponents were turning over and falling, the marauding Knight Korina, accompanied by all the heavy cavalry of the Summer Palace, ruthlessly salted the wounds of the death knights.
Amidst the angry roars of “Hiss Ang Hiss Ang,” the Florentine Knight yanked the metal reins abruptly on his mammoth. His twin brother beast quickly lifted two Doric-sized colossal legs, reared up, and unleashed two crescents of blood blades without warning as if waving massive banana-leaf fan-like ears!
The larger blood blade was as tall as a building, while the smaller was over a man’s height, resembling two scarlet fans spread across the sky, spinning and rolling, meeting the death knights at point-blank range with a wet kiss.
The death knights struck by the two giant blood blades, along with their nightmare steeds, were sliced diagonally into two slabs of flesh fans with a continuous “shush shush” sound.
No battle sword, shield, or armor could withstand such enormous blood blades!
In the face of harrowing bone and flesh separation, the death knights, akin to a cluster of lush, fresh seedlings, found themselves facing Death’s colossal scythe — terrifyingly the new Death’s reaper. They collapsed like dominos, collectively turning red with their blood as a protest against life’s fragility and brevity.
This is the Beamon Master Warrior, the Tenth Prince Ventéclair’s century gospel to the Beamon world: Iron-blood Berserk!
Even Beamon’s own people, upon witnessing the terrifying scenes of fountain-like blood, scattering limbs, couldn’t help but feel an uncomfortable jolt!
No one anticipated that the iron-blood attack unleashed after the twin cavalries’ “same-body berserk” would be so fierce and overbearing!
The huge size of the mammoth cavalry indeed made it the most fitting wielder of such an attack style!
This was merely the beginning; following Korina’s lead came countless fiery chasms spanning the air!
Berserk attacks strike close, not afar. Although not every Summer Palace knight could “self-initiate berserk,” each could use iron-blood attacks under the “Panta Berserk” command directive!
White ribbons of rainbows streaked across the sky, suspending fierce, angry flames as they flew gracefully. Whether they were mammoth cavalry with one stomach or antelope cavalry with three stomachs, they all launched “Great Drunken Hero Immolation Flames” from their weapons simultaneously, engulfed in flames and alcohol!
As if in response, the Phantom Beast Knights in the sky also showered fiery rainbows below!
At that moment, it seemed as if hell’s gates had opened to the Demon World, signaling the apocalypse. Flames and lava were poised to dominate this sinful world!
The Beamon warriors assigned to the Summer Palace guards were gigantic in stature and built, undeniably battle-hardened, with equal prowess in endurance. The Panta-style “Drunken Berserk” was unmatched and fitting for them!
Forming into two lines, the death knights charged diagonally from the two flanks, intending to guard the arcanist central formation but were instantly submerged in the wide-spread sea of blazing fire; facing this air-ground integrated assault, there was a sea of fire ahead, no retreat behind, no skyward escape, no earthward entry, the death knights, caught like mice in bellows, completely lost their sense of direction, crumpled into two masses of human lumps in a daze.
Beyond the steeds of higher-ranked death knights, most common nightmares could only absorb fire through their four hooves and eyes. The death knights, synchronous with their steeds, suffered devastating damage from Panta berserk attacks, each becoming a massive knightly candle illuminating the dim twilight.
The attached flame of the strong alchohol was both fierce and malicious. Once the fire engulfed the energetic nightmares and silver-eyed knights, they often could only make a few frantic struggles before their tendons couldn’t withstand the continuous blaze of high-temperature flames, immediately contracting and snapping, crashing down heavily.