CHAPTER 434: CHAPTER 405: SOUNDING THE HORN_2

Started running wildly, charging towards the enemy camp.

A cavalry team of 30 men forcefully broke out of a charge of a thousand knights.

The soldiers in the rear also shouted as they charged crazily towards the enemy.

What greeted them was the first wave of arrow rain.

However, this arrow rain did not fall; a more than five-meter-tall Gray Stone Giant raised a golden giant face Shield and an outwardly extended shield phantom, blocking all the falling arrows.

The cannons beside Kane began to roar.

He didn’t even bother to use the aim skill, directly firing the cannons towards the enemy’s rear madly.

Cannonballs fell from the sky, exploding crazily at the enemy’s rear, cries of pain and panic began to spread at the rear of the enemy.

"Poker, hold steady!"

A soldier dressed in blue and white looked at his teammate whose Long Spear trembled and reminded him.

Poker then took a deep breath and steadied his emotions.

The explosion sounds in the rear and the screams impacted his mind crazily.

Back then, when the general announced the pursuit team, he was the first to enthusiastically sign up.

Those red fools had already been beaten into disarray by them, fleeing in panic, and they were about to win this war.

To make his military achievements even greater, Poker did not think much and directly signed up.

Clearly, it was just a bunch of defeated soldiers, their final battle revelry, why?

Seeing the arrow rain being blocked and the giants coming towards them,

The defeated soldiers rushing towards them, their bandages were so conspicuous.

A Ghost-like knight charged in front of him, and Poker’s trembling Long Spear was finally steadied at the last moment, thrusting forward with his comrade beside him.

The forward thrusting of the Long Spear was the most skilled attack method in his life, and also his fiercest attack.

However, that familiar feeling of piercing flesh didn’t come, but it felt like it fell into the void, just like during training.

The pale knight burning with blue flames passed through his Long Spear, penetrating him with a huge lance.

The sensation of his chest being pierced did not come.

But the cold blue flames burned on his body.

So cold.

So hot.

"Ahhhhh!" Poker screamed, falling to the ground, his precious Long Spear sticking diagonally into the dirt.

He frantically patted at the blue flames burning on his body, trying to extinguish them.

The interweaving flames of ice and fire still did not go out and burned even more fiercely.

The struggling movements gradually weakened until he no longer moved, letting the flames on his body burn.

The flames went out, but there was no charred remains, leaving only a pile of gray ashes.

The comrade who reminded him was long gone, and there were piles of ashes everywhere around.

When the archers and catapults in the rear were completely wiped out and blasted to pieces by the cannon fire, Kane converted all the cannon muzzles on his firepower platform into gun muzzles.

Controlling his firepower platform, he advanced quickly forward.

The red aim in his eyes also marked these remaining soldiers.

What greeted them were precise bullets, one after another.

Kreya, leading her ghost soldiers, rampaged within the enemy ranks.

Many of these soldiers could unleash attacks with magic effects, but they lost their lives before even swinging their blades.

When they fell, tiny blood holes could be seen on their foreheads, one after another.

These soldiers had long been a focus of Kane.

With Kane’s cover, Kreya rampaged even more recklessly.

What was left in her wake were screaming blue flame men.

The gray piles of ashes indicated the path she’d taken.

Longbei, taking advantage of his five-meter-tall build, along with his huge arms, held a weapon that seemed small and struck out with his shield, sweeping madly to both sides, sending large groups of soldiers flying into the air with every sweep.

Rainbow-colored pentagrams constantly fell from the sky; each fall was like a piñata breaking, bursting into ribbons.

Sinister yet beautiful.

Lilulu, being the Spirit of Fairy Tales, was not a kind or beautiful being; her beauty and innocence were only revealed to those she loved, and she protected only those children of eternal innocence.

With the exaggerated performances of Kane and the others, the remaining soldiers seemed possessed by the War God, each wielding their weapon dragging their injured bodies, crazily attacking the surrounding blue soldiers.

Due to various enhancements from Kreya’s skills, these soldiers became unmatched, incredibly brave and strong, despite their injuries.

Following behind Kane and the others, they harvested the stragglers.

The former fantasy in their hearts was no longer a fantasy but reality.

They already confirmed that they could thoroughly secure this victory.

Riding on his warhorse, Horn pursued a lieutenant in front of him, the one who had been bragging in front of the formation, taunting them.

Now, due to Kane and their exaggerated performance, this lieutenant was in a panic, making a tactical retreat.

However, due to being a bit spiteful, Horn kept his eyes fixed on this dog who had taunted them with words.

Back then, he was so amazed by Kreya’s enhancement that he forgot to retort.

Seeing him trying to escape, he chased right after him.

The warhorse under him was also enhanced by Kreya’s auras, running faster than the opponent’s.

Seeing the enemy lieutenant so close, Horn directly stood on his horse, leaping powerfully, and then grabbed the lieutenant, dragging him off his horse; the two of them rolled together on the ground.

"Dog, still barking?" Horn cursed as he punched the enemy below him in the face with his left hand, gloved in heavy armor.

Before the enemy could retort, he took the Longsword in his hand and stabbed fiercely into the enemy’s chest, dragging it down hard.

"Ahhh!"

The scream came from the enemy lieutenant’s mouth.

His chest and abdomen were connected by a massive wound, with blood and entrails spilling out from the wound.

Listening to his screams, Horn felt irritated, pulling out his Longsword and chopping down hard on the enemy’s neck.

This quieted things considerably.

Getting up, Horn spat on the corpse beside him: "What a waste, letting garbage like you end our lives. Thank goodness I didn’t die at your hands, otherwise, that would be truly humiliating."

After cursing, Horn mounted his horse and returned to the battlefield.