The King of Knights in a Different World

Countless people fell, but the same number continued to fill their vacancies.

Behind a black flying dragon, sat a middle-aged earl, his name was Faral, and he was also the field commander of this force. Amid the chaos, he remained relatively calm.

He understood that the most important thing now was not to attack the soldiers below, but to find a way to kill those who threatened their legion first. That is, the remnants of the White Dragon Legion and the strong archers and magic crossbows specially trained by St. George. As long as these things are destroyed, they will not be a threat.

Afterwards, you can burn whatever you want.

At an altitude of several hundred meters, he was seriously looking for the source of the attacking dragon. Finally, on one side, but compared to a safe high place, he found the gathered dragon hunting troops.

"That's the way it is. As expected of St. George, after finding that his dragon hunting troops were scattered and unable to pose a threat to us, did you choose to use them in a concentrated manner? In this way, you can indeed take down some flying dragons. But in this way, you also gave me concentration. Annihilate your chance. Inform all ministries, leave the other troops alone, and focus on the one below." Faral said loudly to the adjutant behind him.

"Yes!" The adjutant nodded, and conveyed the order to the magic behind him.

The magician immediately used magic to convey the order here to other similar people around him. For a while, the flying dragons that were originally scattered began to gather somewhere. Other people on the wall also reduce a lot of stress.

"It was completely expected by the king. The next step is to see the performance of that army." St. George found the flying dragon in the sky flying towards the position where they put down the bait, and he clenched the holy sword in his hand.

Now is the most critical time. If these flying dragons can be defeated in one fell swoop, it will undoubtedly deal a huge blow to France's morale.

In the flames, he cut down a French soldier who had just climbed up, and the holy sword in his hand was released. The huge sword of light swept across, and the eight ladders on the city wall were instantly shattered. The attack drew cheers.

But before the cheers were over, the ladder at the rear was raised up again.

At the current speed, if he keeps using the holy sword, St. George may not be able to finish these things from exhaustion.

At this moment, a flash of fire flashed, and the huge siege tower collapsed in front of everyone's eyes. It directly killed a nearby soldier.

"All magicians and crossbow arrows are aimed at the joints of these big guys. Their weak point is at the joints." Lucifer put down the longbow in his hand and shouted orders to the surroundings.

With Lucifer's hint, the others seemed to have figured out the trick, and they frantically output to the joints of these big guys. Although the accuracy of these soldiers is not very good, but the number is large, and the accuracy is not so important.

A building car fell in front of France and affected many soldiers at the same time. Lothar's face in the distance was a little ugly. He originally wanted to use these things to consume the power of Lucifer or St. George, and when their power was almost consumed, the holy swords on their side were dispatched together. *

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In this way, the enemy in front of him can be defeated in one fell swoop. But looking at it now, Lucifer's holy sword has not been released yet, and his plan has completely failed.

"Blow the horn and notify the dragon army. Let them get rid of the troops that can threaten them as quickly as possible, and then come to the front to support." Lothar had to change his strategy at this time.

"yes!"

"Anses, take all the knights with you. Aim at their city gates and smash them into pieces with your best method."

"yes!"

After Anses left, Lothar continued to look at a group of independent soldiers not far away. He thought about it, but still didn't think about ordering them.

The flying dragon army in the sky didn't need Lozado to say that they had already started the attack from the troops below. At the beginning, it was Long Yan, but all of them were blocked by shields and magic barriers. After the opponent's magician's magic power had almost bottomed out, Faral ordered the flying dragon army to go straight down and use physical attacks.

However, just as they were going down, they didn't notice that another troop came out from the opposite side of where the dragon hunting troop was. Their leader was a knight in white armor, and his name was Kelar.

"Everyone, it's now! For the glory of the King of Knights." Kailar first took out a spear that flashed with thunder. He aimed at the flying dragon in the sky by throwing himself.

"For the glory of the Knight King!"

With this shout, more than five hundred thunder guns flew towards the dragons in the sky at the same time. Suddenly, a series of ear-piercing explosions came from the sky, accompanied by the mournful cry of the dragon. The knight on the dragon's back was almost stunned by the thunderous explosion.

They watched nearly one-third of the flying dragons fall from the sky, but they had no time to react. The second wave of thunder guns came again, and some violent explosions were found in the air again. For a while, all the French troops who were besieging the city looked directly at this dazzling light.

The third wave of thunderguns flew out again, and another more violent explosion overlapped with the previous one. Many people saw this scene and didn't understand what happened. They were surprised by the explosion in the sky, and they were also surprised by the flying dragon army that fell from the explosion.

Facing the falling flying dragons, the dragon hunting troops did not spare their arrows at all, and they made up for these dragons against the rumbling sound in their ears.

After five waves of thunder guns, there were only a few disabled flying dragons left in the sky, and they were completely shot down.

One of the most elite legions in the whole of France, which had no rivals with the same air force before, was completely annihilated in just a few minutes. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, probably no one would believe this fact.

The sun-like thunder in the sky finally disappeared, and the battlefield fell into a brief dead silence. Seeing this scene, the morale of the French was instantly swallowed by fear. Many soldiers jumped off the city wall one after another and chose to escape.

The soldiers who were still on the ladder were a little confused, but many soldiers on the ground chose to retreat after seeing the scene in the distant sky.

They had absolutely no idea what it was, what it was that brought the dragonflight down, but one thing they did. If that thing hits him, it will definitely be a nightmare. With this as a starting point, the Great Rout began.

The soldiers in front saw the soldiers behind them running away, and they ran back together. And almost at the same time, intense thick smoke came from the far rear of France, and the black smoke reached the sky, and it also announced that there was an accident behind them.

Seeing this scene, Lucifer directly ordered to St. George behind him.

"The time for the decisive battle has come, open the city gate! Everyone follow us and attack together."

"Yes! Open the city gate!"

France was also taken aback by the black technology knot prepared by Lucifer. If Lucifer used the holy sword to cut down those flying dragons, although they were afraid, it would not be like this. The problem now is that they have no idea what a light gun flying in the sky is.

Terror comes from the unknown.

"What the hell is that?" Lothar's eyes twitched, his face pale.

But at this moment, the roar of the prince sounded beside him!

"Lothar! What the hell is that? Britain has such a dangerous weapon, why didn't you tell me earlier? My legion, my Dragon Legion, are all gone!"

"His Royal Highness, calm down. The number of those ghosts is definitely not large, otherwise..."

Lothar was still calm, but the prince was a little hysterical.

"How do you know there aren't many of them. What if that's what they made us think?"

The blow to him caused by the complete extinction of the flying dragon was far beyond everyone's imagination. That is not only his net worth, but also the source of his self-confidence. But this confidence was rubbed against the ground in just a few minutes, and he could hardly believe what happened before his eyes.

The prince's words quickly spread around, which further shook the morale of the army. Lothar saw this and was about to stop it.

"Your Highness! Please don't shake the morale of the army, I..."

Suddenly, another piece of news made him almost vomit blood. A very embarrassed noble officer ran over to report to him. He knew this person, he was the adjutant of the White Rock Fortress he appointed before, named Lu Nuo.

"Marshal! The White Rock Fortress has fallen, Marshal please come back immediately." Lu Nuo cried out a shocking news.

"What!"

"Last night, the White Rock Fortress was breached by the Britons."

"Impossible! The Britons are right in front of us. You told me they were right behind me last night. Can they fly, Luno!" Lothar almost thought he heard it wrong.

"No, Marshal, no, the flag of that army is different from this one. It is a silver lion!"

The sudden news completely stunned Lothar.

"Silver lion! Rungomigniad? Isn't she from the north? Why did she suddenly appear in the south?"

Artoria's aunt, Rungomigniad. She has an extraordinary deterrent power in this country, and the surrounding countries have heard of this name. Now her name appears here, which means that they may be surrounded by two legions.

The faces of some nobles next to Lothar also turned pale.

"Zi! Ice-blooded goddess!"

"White Rock Fortress is our retreat!"

"How did they get there without us seeing it?"

"Ghost knows. I heard that even the ice flowing in that woman's veins is not blood. What if..."

While the front suffered a huge blow, the rear also changed at the same time. Rumors spread all over the place for a while. The hearts of the people were turbulent, and many nobles ran to their private soldiers, ready to flee at any time. *

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And at this moment, the gate of Dragonscale Fortress has been opened. The army of the entire fortress quickly poured out from the gate, led by Lucifer's Knights, they began to chase the defeated soldiers who fled.

Originally, Anses was planning to lead the knights to charge, but in this situation, charging would undoubtedly trample his own people to death. Seeing the defeated soldiers on the front line, he immediately yelled.

"Bastard! Who told you to retreat. Pick up your weapon and go back to kill the enemy!"

Anseth's fury didn't have much effect, and the defeated soldiers didn't listen to him at all. Several leading noble generals also took the lead in retorting.

"Go and go yourself!"

"That's right! Why don't you go yourself!"

"what are you saying!"

The best thing to do at this time should be to kill one to warn the others, so as to stop the retreat and tidy up the army. However, facing a general who was also aristocratic, and the two titles he just ran were higher than him, Anses did not dare to supervise the team. If he dared to do this, he might be sued by these nobles to the king in the future, and he might go to prison after the war.

He could only watch these rout soldiers fleeing backwards. In desperation, he shrank his knights to the place where the marshal was. At the same time, he was going to take orders from Lothar, but on the way, he heard the news that the White Rock Fortress had fallen.

This time, not only the deserters, but even the knights around him looked at each other with shaken expressions.

"Marshal Lothar, is the White Rock Fortress true?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not. Now the soldiers believe it's true, and those bastard nobles are also preparing to flee." Lothar looked at the deserters in the distance seriously. He has sent someone to order those people to defend on the spot, but it has basically no effect.

"Marshal, the situation at hand is not irreversible. We..."

Anses was about to say something when there was a huge explosion from a distance behind them. A ray of light reaches the sky, which is the effect of the release of the King's Sword. Because of this ray of light, there was an extra avenue in front of Lucifer's Knights.

On the white war horse, Lucifer stared closely into the distance. He brought five thousand elite knights and charged towards the place where Lothar was. The situation in France is already in chaos, and the only person who can clean up the situation is Lothar. As long as it entangles him or even defeats it, the defeat of the whole of France is basically doomed.

When Lucifer stared at Lotha, Lothar also saw Lucifer's intention.

"It seems that we have no time to think too much, Anses. Knights, prepare to fight!" Lothar drew out his holy sword for the first time, and he issued an order to his guard knights.

This 10,000-man army has not been affected too much, and it still has the ability to fight, but it has no formation. In contrast, most of the teams led by Anses have already joined the ranks of deserters.

"It's not bad. There are still troops that can be mastered in this situation, but it's because of this that you can't let you survive." Lucifer saw the gradually forming army formation in the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The holy sword in his hand flashed a fierce storm again, and the torrent of light beams formed by the storm bombarded the weak point of the distant army formation. The French soldiers who had no time to escape were drawn into the torrent and were instantly melted.

"Don't think that you are the only one with the holy sword, kid." The holy sword in Lothar's hand glowed crimson.

He swung the sword in his hand, and a crimson torrent met the golden torrent. In an instant, a high-energy magic vortex formed a kilometer away. Everything around seemed to be swallowed up by it, and thousands of Frenchmen didn't even have time to leave their last words.

"I'll help you, Marshal!" Anses also drew out his holy sword, and swung the sword in his hand.

A golden torrent spiraled around the crimson beam of light like a snake, and the combined force of the two beams of light was finally not equal to Lucifer's power temporarily. After a violent explosion, the shock wave spread to a radius of one kilometer.

The sky was covered with dust, temporarily blocking each other's sight.

"Good job, both of you! However..., the Thunder Gun Knight is in position, and my Thunder Gun hits the ground to attack the target."

"yes!"

The thunder gun in Lucifer's hand was like a meteor passing through a chord and fell to the place where the opponent's magician troops were. The ensuing rain of hundreds of thunder guns bombarded the opponent's ground like a bombardment group.

Then came the second blow, Lucifer deliberately avoided the two holy sword owners in front, but aimed at the place where their knights were concentrated.

Another burst of thunder gun bombardment fell, and a huge flaw appeared in the newly stabilized army formation in France. Lucifer ordered Artoria to lead the team to tear apart the line, while he rushed over immediately, facing the two holy sword users.

The white horse leaped high in the air, Lucifer jumped off the horse, and the holy sword in his hand blazed and aimed at Lothar who was still in the dust below. At the same time that the falling like a meteorite was caught by Lothar with both hands, there was a wail from the war horse under Lothar, and at the same time as the ground sank, the war horse had already vomited blood and fell down.

"What kind of power is this!" Lothar felt as if he had been hit by a giant's war hammer, and there was a burst of pressure on his bones.

Just when Lucifer was about to swing the second sword again, a cold light from the side made him retreat temporarily.

"Marshal!" After forcing Lucifer back with a sword, Anses came to the Marshal.

At this moment, the surroundings were in chaos, but the three holy sword users miraculously gathered together. However, the collision between them brought not friendship, but disaster. It was precisely because of this consideration that Lucifer broke in alone and let Artoria attack the other side.

After a violent impact, the three separated temporarily, and the hands of Lothar and Anses were covered with blood. The collision of swords just now almost made them hold the holy sword in their hands. In contrast, although Lucifer's body was in a bit of a mess, he didn't suffer any injuries.

"King of Britain, I admit that I underestimated you. Whether it is the grasp of the fighter or the strategic arrangement, you are far above me. But! You are making the biggest mistake now. It gave me a chance to turn defeat into victory." At this moment, Lothar was a little out of breath. Countless holy sword confrontations, Lucifer's strength made him feel like his body was about to fall apart.

"Look around, are you sure that what is in front of you is an opportunity, Marshal of France?" Lucifer spread his hands.

The surroundings seemed to have been ravaged by natural disasters, and the broken ground was covered with the corpses and blood of French knights. The battle between them just now affected the deserters and knights around them, and the indiscriminate attack made everyone stay away subconsciously.

"As long as I kill you, Britain's entire offensive will disintegrate in an instant. Appearing in front of my eyes is the worst decision in your strategy this time." Lothar tightly grasped the sword in his hands with firm eyes.

"Is that so? Maybe you should look at it from a different angle. As long as you are killed here, the French army will be completely reduced to a piece of sand and be defeated for thousands of miles." Lucifer aimed his holy sword at Lothar.

As a holy sword user, even with one against two, Lucifer still appeared calm and unhurried. In contrast, the two in front of me looked very embarrassed.

Looking at Lucifer who only had his clothes injured, Lothar knew in his heart that with the strength of the two of them, Lucifer could not be taken down. The same holy sword user, but there is a world of difference in strength between individuals. At this moment, he made up his mind.

"Anses! You go tie and organize everyone to retreat."

"But the Marshal!"

"Walk!"

Anses didn't disobey the marshal's order anymore, turned around and ran back.

"I want to go! Is it that easy?"