Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 270

"Hey, are you still alive?" Crick kicked the Orc in front of him who was at least one-third taller than himself as he pulled out his sword from his body. He was panting heavily as he shouted to his side.

"Still alive for now," Spencer answered, panting as well. "But I am not sure about later."

"I've killed four, isn't that great!?" Crick boasted merrily. "I am actually great at fighting!"

"Great at fighting my ass! I injured them. You only gave them the final hits…" Spencer did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he secretly admired his friend's tenacious life force and outstanding luck.

Their team originally planned to directly attack the Orc emperor in an attempt to chop off his head. But how could the Orc emperor not see their intentions? As a result, they were had only begun to charge when the Orcs moved a team of centaurs over to them. Each of them had shockingly long tridents in their hands, and they had forcefully stopped the charging calvary team.

Although they had finally broken through the centaurs' barricade with Spencer's martial arts skills and the knights' willingness to die, the Orcs' following troops had already arrived. They were trapped and fell to the predicament, surrounded by layers of enemies.

The worst part was, they could not charge at all.

In this fierce battlefield, a calvary who had lost its speed was as good as a live target.

Luckily Crick was good on his toes. He immediately commanded everyone to hop off their horses and turn themselves into infantry. They even used the tridents taken from the centaurs and quickly set up a simple but unsightly defensive position. Luckily they moved quickly. They took advantage of the short time frame before they were surrounded by enemies. In less than half a minute their positions were set.

They became a reef in the middle of the Orc armies, which were like tides. They met the stormy waves again and again but they were never beaten or drowned by them.

The biggest hero among them was, of course, Spencer. This young expert who already had a foot in the legendary door was really very extraordinary. He could always swing his precious sword to stop the enemy's attacks no matter how many enemies there were. And he did not linger in one battle. Every time he caused a certain amount of damage in one enemy, he would change target. From the beginning of the battle, there were not many who died under his sword. But those who helped give the fatal blows and the crowd who followed behind him gained a lot. If this happened to commoners, they would live their lives steadily without hunger, based on the total number of Orc heads that they chopped off during this battle.

But Spencer was already tired, and his battle mates were tired as well.

Perhaps they could still block one wave, two waves, five waves, or even more from the Orcs. But without a doubt, they were situated in a death trap. It was just a matter of when they were going to die, and how… that was it.

"Spencer, your little sister's character is not cute at all!" Crick suddenly started a topic that was totally irrelevant as he sat on the floor and panted heavily after stopping yet another wave of Orc attacks. "She is so pretty; but how can her character be so terrible?!"

Spencer sighed deeply. "I have no idea… maybe that is just her luck."

"Your martial arts are so good, how can your brain be so stupid?"

"Yeah? You think you're so smart, but in a while, you are going to be chopped into mincemeat along with me, the stupid man!"

"…I do not like this ending. If novels end like that they should be banned!"

"Life is not a novel. Just let it go… here they come again!"

The knights who couldn't catch their breath stood up one after another to welcome the group of lionman elite who were fully armed, with big axes in their hands.

Meanwhile, in the sky, Leon gently patted the griffon's back and ordered it to turn around and charge into the enemy again.

The air force battles were the fiercest and fastest. Two sides fought face-to-face, and the chance to battle often only happened in a moment of lightning. If one's ability was not good enough, he might not even be able to attack the enemy at all.

The air force instructors usually mocked the soldiers who performed poorly in training. "With skills like yours, it is more reliable to just charge into the enemy rather than considering how to hit them when you are on the battlefield!"

As a matter of fact, in the air force battles, especially in big-scale ones, charging was the most dangerous thing. It would end with the most number of people dead and injured too.

Imagine how deadly the force would be when two high-speed flying creatures charged each other! Perhaps strong griffons and flying demon beasts could withstand this type of attack, but more than half of the knights could not. Maybe the knights would be dizzy after just one attack and lose control of their rides. Their rides would return to their natural characters once their masters lost control. They would then fight in the way that they were originally good at, or maybe they would flee the battlefield until the knights regained consciousness.

That was why during air force battles there were usually two parties charging at other at once. Then a large batch of rides would tangle up and fight in the air while a large batch of rides would disperse in all directions. Only a handful of them could remain in their original battle arrays to launch the second wave of attacks.

Those who could perform second-wave attacks were all elites in the air force. There was a glorious title among the Eagle Kingdom Air Force, called "three rounds."

The so-called three rounds meant that this knight could carry out three charged attacks continuously. The strength of the body and the tenacity of their will were simply incredible!

Since the beginning of the battle, Leon had already charged more than ten times the "three rounds."

He was swinging the scimitar that he obtained from the legendary assassin as he slew all enemies along his way during every charged attack. As long as the enemy was within the attack range of his scimitar, no enemy could escape.

Of course, he did not give every enemy a fatal hit. There were many who were only lightly injured, and they merely fell down. But Leon was an expert who was highly experienced in air battle. He had mastered the essence of them. Every time he swung his sword, he made sure it could cut the leather strap used to secure the knight's body to his ride.

When they in the sky riding on the backs of flying demon beasts at high speeds, what would happen when they did not have the leather strap that secured their bodies to the beasts?

They would become fallen dumplings, of course…

Hence he could proudly announce, "Under a knife, there is no one."

Because even if they were not slain, they would fall to their deaths.

Compared to the fierce and chaotic killing on the ground, there were fewer air force members. There were even fewer elites. Leon, who completed more than thirty charged attacks continuously and killed more than a few enemies every time, attracted the attention of experts in the Orc army.

Especially in his final few charges. He was faced with air battle experts who had exceptional strength, who could quickly adjust positions and resume battle. There were more than a few who were pretty famous in the Orc army. They could have been considered members of the experts' team.

But there was no difference to him when they were under his blade.

"Who is that person?" the legendary expert Napoleon Juma asked the registrar beside him. He was a deerman mage who was in charge of commanding the air force.

The registrar looked along where he pointed and saw a person riding a royal griffon, whizzing vertically and horizontally in the air. He dropped the experts of the Orc air force onto the dusty ground as if he were dropping dumplings.

That person was wearing a thief's leather armor and looked quite shabby. But the scimitar in his hand was shining with a cold light. The shape and light of the scimitar were a little familiar…

"Isn't that Sir Atel's scimitar?!" he exclaimed. "Could this person be Rien Leopard-Killer who killed Sir Atel?"

"Rien Leopard-Killer… how dare he openly use this incident as his surname?!" Napoleon hummed, as his eyes became icy and biting.

"Order them to circle him," he said. "Find the archery expert and bring me the mages who are good at air attacks."

"Sir… isn't this an overreaction?"

"Execute the order!"

"…Yes, sir!"

Commander Napoleon's order was passed on quickly. The Orc air forces quickly closed in on Leon and started attacking him in a circle. While on the ground, the archery experts holding magically enhanced bows, and battlemages who were good at long- range magical sniping, gathered around and launched sneak attacks on him.

But this type of trick was not effective at all.

Leon's abilities exceeded these calculating tricks. He had been hiding his true abilities until now; but as an expert at the top of the legendary realm, his sense of danger and opportunity were at an unbelievable level. Right now he was high in the sky, and the attacks from the ground could not get to him as quickly. So there was enough time for him to evade. As for the circling attacks from the Orc air force… he was actually glad the Orcs had circled in on him so he did not need to waste time in killing them one by one.

As the number of Orcs in the air force increased, Leon's killing speed heightened. Gradually, the battle in the sky started to tilt in the direction of the Eagle Kingdom.

At this moment, Sir Napoleon, chief commander of Orc air force, turned to a violent mood. If it were not for the registrar who grabbed his leg with a death grip, he would have hopped on a flying demon beast despite the congenital defects of a deerman and charged towards the "Leopard-Killer" bastard for a death match!

At this moment, the battle on the ground had turned in a favorable direction for the Orcs.

Although the two wings formed by the believers of the God of Knights could hold on, the human troops in the center were gradually losing hold.

This was definitely not because human soldiers were not brave or strong enough. But the fact was, their abilities were limited.

In terms of inborn physique, the Orcs had some advantages over humans. When the battles were so tangled it looked like ground meat, that advantage would start to become evident. For example, when they were both stabbed by spears, most humans would die on the spot. Quite a few Orcs could keep fighting.

In the past, humans relied on better weapons and stronger discipline to gain an advantage on the battlefield. The Orcs usually lacked the determination to fight till the end. They would flee the battle whenever they felt tired or sleepy in the middle of a fight. Usually, they would be fighting very hard one minute, and in the next, they could be rushing off like wolves. Most past battles were like this.

This time, although the Orcs' equipment was still terrible and their discipline unruly, their fighting spirit remained high. The reason for that was the emperor's flag inching slowly towards the center of the battlefield.

As long as the emperor was on the battlefield the Orcs' spirits would remain high until they won or died.

Looking at the main field that was gradually emptying, King Woods of the Eagle Kingdom was silent for a moment. Then he issued a command to fight head-on. The Golden Crown Eagle Flag also slowly marched towards the middle of the battlefield…

Chapter end