Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 273

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The knights from the Church of God of Knight had once again run into a fight.

Although most of their mounts had died in battle, there was a "Mounts Summoning" in the divinity of the Church of God of Knight, which could summon a Celestial Steed filled with power and light. Originally, most of them had already used up their magic power and couldn't cast a spell, but with the help of the Church of God of Knight, all of them recovered their physical and magic power immediately. Not only could they summon mounts, but also use the extra magic power to enhance their spells.

Therefore, thousands of Celestial Steeds emitting white light appeared on the battlefield, each carrying a knight who was flustered but still had high spirits. These knights sang the fight song loudly and rushed to the enemy under the shadow of magic light.

The orcs, who had fought hard, were not strong enough to fight with them. Although the orcs still had an absolute advantage in number, no matter how superior their numbers were, they couldn't resist such an enemy with the highest morale who couldn't feel tired or die.

Yes, the knights of the Church of the God of Knight were neither tired nor dead. No matter how serious their injuries were, they would recover immediately after white light fell and then stand up to fight bravely.

Certainly, there would be some pain in this process, but for knights who had fallen into fanaticism due to their incomparable honor, this pain didn't make them retreat, but stimulated them and made them more bold and powerful.

None of them had another thought in their minds at this very moment. Their minds only echoed one sentence, "Fight! Fight! Fight again! "

In just two or three minutes, the orcs' army was unable to maintain its position. Even though Emperor Youniro Tiger had removed all the elite troops that he could mobilize to the front line to resist, he couldn't resist the crazy attack of these fanatical immortal soldiers.

The heavy infantry position collapsed.

The spear position collapsed.

The barricade position collapsed.

Their heavy cavalry attacks were useless.

The Mage Corps' coverage bombardment was useless.

If wars were like playing cards, he had played almost all the cards in his hand, but he still couldn't recover at all.

Maybe… it was time to use his trump card?

The emperor clenched his fist but hesitated.

He had been confident about his trump card all this time, but… was it powerful and effective enough to resist the attack of a god?

Especially not a small and insignificant god, but a hero who had once commanded all human beings, overtaken the Pantheon temple as the strongest among all the powerful divines, and defeated the whole orcs' holy pedigree.

Could his trump card really work?

If it didn't work, what would he do? And what would the orcs face in the future?

The orc emperor, who had always acted decisively, was now in a dilemma under great pressure.

Crick didn't think too much. Although he wasn't a follower of the God of Knight, he was also in high spirits, shouting and screaming to fight harder.

He hadn't received the treatment of direct divine power, but was simply fighting near the God of Knight and accepting his power had already boosted his strength. In addition, the nearby knights casting their group spells not only revitalized him, but also helped him in ways that he himself didn't recognize.

In this case, even if he wasn't good at fighting, he could still shout loudly, join in the fierce battle, and even perform better than other knights.

Of course, if he took time to look at his character attributes, he would find that his skill had leveled up from Hill Lord Level Two and Scholar Level Four to Hill Lord Level Three, Scholar Level Four, and Knight Level Four. What was more, a suffix had been added to the Knight Level Four. "Thanks to the halo gain of the God of Knight, the knight level has temporarily upgraded ten levels."

Among the newly upgraded levels, Hill Lord Level One had been accumulated through administrative process and upgraded before the expedition, but Knight Level Four was upgraded during this war, which was especially great.

However, without the halo gain of the God of Knight, he was not a master even with a total level of 11. Scholar levels could only add gains to the spell-caster's profession, while Hill Lord Level Three was equal to Knight Level Two. That meant his actual combat effectiveness only amounted to Knight Level Six, which couldn't even reach a middle-ranked knight.

But with the temporarily upgraded ten levels from the halo of the God of Knight, not only had his combat effectiveness upgraded 16 levels, matching an advanced knight, but his total level had also reached level 21, stepping into the so-called "Legendary" level.

Of course, a legendary master with a total level of 21 whose composition was Hill Lord Level Three, Scholar Level Four, and Knight Level 14, was just a "super Shuihuo" at the bottom in the legendary realm. Even the lord of Garth City, Joseph Riley, was stronger than him. Maybe highly-ranked warriors could have beaten him, but after all, he was a legend!

Besides… although he was a legend of "Shuihuo," the knights around him were not.

Spencer and his partners were the most elite knights in the whole Thunderbolt Principality. For an effective assault, Commander Spencer had even made other arrangements for those who hadn't reached the middle or the advanced-level knights. At this moment, under the halo gains of the God of Knight, not only had all of them become legendary masters, but Leader Spencer had also reached a total level of 29, and every level contained great power, which could be called the real middle legend.

A middle legend and a group of primary legends, even if there was one who didn't possess such great power, were enough to sweep millions of enemy troops.

Not to mention there was a God beside them.

Although the God of Knight drew his sword, he didn't use it to fight his enemies. Instead, he was releasing his divine power to heal and help all of his followers.

It seemed like he wasn't fighting with the enemy to reserve strength, but in fact, he was just wondering.

In the orcs' camp, the Tigerman wearing a golden armor, who was standing on the chariot under a flag, had caught his attention.

Although his power was covered by special seals… there was clearly the power of the divine in his seemingly weak body.

Was this orc emperor an actual God? Or had he long been a god but never tried to upgrade his deity or obtain his priesthood? Did he stay in man's world all this time?

No matter what the possibilities were, this orc emperor was a great variable that needed to be excluded.

Therefore, the God of Knight figured out everything after a short period of thought and waved his sword toward the orc emperor.

That plain and simple sword looked somewhat shabby.

As the sword fell, lights rose in all directions.

A white sword light surged out of the ground from the God of Knight, stretching straight towards the orc emperor and piercing through various obstacles.

When it passed through the knights' bodies, it was harmless, and knights who were in a fierce battle would not even feel its existence. But when it passed through the orcs' bodies, it became the desperate messenger of the hell, and no orcs survived after it penetrated their bodies. All fell to the ground softly.

There were no scars on their bodies, but all of them had died. Even the resurgence spell could not bring their souls back to their bodies.

There were at least thousands of people on the way, but the sword light broke through all the obstacles without any difficulties and came to the orc emperor.

"How terrible!" Junero Tiger was shocked and pulled his trump card to resist without any thought, yet a white hand reached out from behind him, blocking the sword's light.

Bang! The explosion made all the people on the battlefield look at it. The orc emperor's sturdy chariot collapsed immediately, splashing around in numerous pieces of woods and metals, and the surrounding guards were blown up by the blast of the explosion, falling in all directions.

Junero had planned to fight to the death, but he stopped and turned around with doubt.

The grass-covered robe on Tragic Wind Big Druid had already been blown away, leaving nothing on his body. Now there was a blonde woman standing beside him, who looked about twenty six, with white skin and a frail appearance.

To be honest, just looking at her appearance, she seemed like a weak princess who stayed in her study all year round. She would not leave the confines of her room, so even sunbathing in the courtyard could be called strenuous exercise for her. If Hans Christian Anderson could have passed through time, he would have shouted, "Who said that the Princess and the Pea was bullsh*t! Don't you see! Such a weak woman could surely feel a pea under twenty mattresses and blankets."

However, this was an illusion.

It was this weak woman, who seemed to be blown over by the wind and faint in the fierce sunlight, who had held the attack of the God of Knight for Youniero Tiger.

Everyone who saw this scene, including Youniero Tiger himself, was stunned.

The Tragic Wind Big Druid… should have been so strong!

Had something gone wrong?

But the Tragic Wind didn't want to explain, instead, he turned to Youniero and his white face without any blood in it showed livid doubts.

"Mr. Tiger, I promised you that I would try my best to help you." She said, "I kept my promise and did my best."

The orcs' emperor nodded. He could clearly sense the power of that blow. No matter what means Tragic Wind had used, stopping this blow could definitely have used up his power.

Tragic Wind smiled and sighed deeply.

"The next time I go outside, I hope I can meet a king who understands my ideas and puts them into practice. Then my journey will be worth it." The furiosity on her face faded quickly and even the vitality of her body faded, "Hope that next time I wake up, I'll still have such a fortune."

Her body burst out after saying this and turned into countless colorful light spots that sprinkled all over the place and disappeared without any trace.

At the same time, a magic tower hidden in a secluded and narrow world shined with obscure light.

That meant the owner of this tower had fallen asleep again, waiting for the next awakening.

Or… he would never wake up again.

Chapter end