When the Aida Knight riding a giant bipedal lizard rushed into the ecstatic enemy group, the spear tip emitted a strong light, and any enemy that touched it would be torn apart instantly, as if a knife had pierced the window paper. They formed an assault formation and "plowed" all the way from the enemy group, leaving behind a flesh and blood force behind them, and their mounts would also use their sharp teeth and claws to tear the undestroyed enemies.
Swift, fierce, sharp, unbearable—
This is the combat power of the Manye Aida clan kingdom as the Dragon Knight, and an important participant in the Manye Spiritual Society on the topic of honor.
They rode a medium-sized carnivorous dragon, which is very common in various virgin worlds. Perhaps the ancestors of the wild elves discovered and spread to the Milky Way in a certain galaxy. The status of these carnivorous dragons is similar to that of dogs in human society (although the empire seems to be gone?), not only weapons of war, but also dragons used to protect herbivorous dragons in peacetime.
The Dragon Knights are warriors in the wild elves society. They are organized in clans and attach great importance to honor and family traditions and blood ties, just like human knights. Therefore, the battles between dragon knights are very common, and most of them are out of honor or dispute resolution. These battles and the deaths caused will not cause resentment among clans, because in the concept of dragon knights, dying for honor is not a shame.
During the battle, these warriors will become an important force for the wild elves to protect their society. Because they lack the diverse war engines of their Ark compatriots, these native beasts are almost their only mobile power.
In the past, the Prayer Island generally had more than 200 dragon knights stationed, but when the enemy attacked this time, there were less than 50 knights on the island and had lost half of the previous battles.
Correspondingly, they also killed thousands of enemies, but this is far from enough. The number of enemies seems to be endless, and the remaining dragon knights can only use their lives to buy more time for their compatriots as much as possible.
But facing such a crazy opponent, everyone felt desperate.
Because even the most agile Ada may have accidents in such a crazy wave—
After several times of a dragon knight holding a spear sprinting among the enemy group, he was overwhelmed by the crazy cultists as he fell down. They tore his limbs to pieces and hung them on his body like a medal. The lucky one who grabbed the soul stone lifted him up high and ran wildly to the rear of the battlefield.
There was a profane shrine, a giant shrine decorated with sharp blades, mounted on a track platform, driven by the enthusiasm of the passengers. The men and women, barely exposed with white flesh, were crowded together, surrounded by a huge incense burner, and a tall statue created in a certain image of the dark lady stood above everyone's heads.
A charming figure stood under the statue of Slaanes, and her pale skin shone with light in the bloody light. She wore a night-colored robe and held a staff made of tendons and blood vessels.
As she stared at the battlefield, her thick white hair fluttered on her charming and evil face.
Whenever a cultist kneels at her feet and raises the soul stone in her hand, she smiles, then leans over to pick up the soul stone, and gives the other party a kiss that represents the favor of the dark prince.
After that, the cult will enter the battle with a more fanatical attitude, while the priestess will throw the soul stone into the incense burner, creating more crazy smoke.
No one would have thought that she would be the concubine of Governor Claudechel, the commander of the Expeditionary Force, and also a daughter.
"Praise the Lord of Pleasure!"
Amid the cheers, more cultists with mutations joined the battle. They wore armor and clothes made of fragments, held long swords in their hands, pierced through the skin and flesh as decorative hooks and nails, and their eyes were filled with madness and hunger. At the same time, light vehicles such as armored vehicles began to surround the battlefield from the other two directions and began to shoot indiscriminately with assault cannons and combat cannons.
The casualties of the Ada Guardians began to rise sharply, but the ultimate mission of the cultists was to completely occupy the gate of the Internet and destroy it to prevent uninvited guests from coming to disturb the grand promotion ceremony.
However, the priestess of Slaanezian suddenly frowned. She saw something coming towards her, as if it was a gust of green wind.
In the energy in the ripples, you can see a figure with swaying clothes, long hair and no helmet wearing a figure. The elegant and cold beautiful face was a little angry, and a symbol was engraved on her forehead. A long sword with a flashing silver light seemed like a living thing in her hand.
Luvia Greta, the spirit master of the Prayer Island, is also the teacher of Princess Curtilia and the gatekeeper of the Internet.
When the cult came in like stress, she used the tip of her sword to produce a guy who had grown crab claws, turned around and pulled out the sword, and the sharp blade cut towards the neck of another enemy.
Luvia Greta maintains her state of mind, which is a kind of compassion, not a sin, and she does not feel angry or delighted. She understands this useless behavior, and this self-satisfaction with fighting and revenge, which can easily lead to her sliding into the abyss.
She fought for protection rather than killing, but the enemy became more reckless and clumsy because of her anger, constantly screaming and slashing with droplets, but they were just wasting precious time and energy.
In just one breath, her witch sword cut off two more cultists, and blood slid down the blade.
Even though she was deeply trapped in a siege, she was not afraid or hesitant, but only the glimpse of calmness and self-discipline.
In this state, Luvia Greta's perception was elevated to a transcendent level. The enemy's subconscious psychological exposure movement was foreseeable by her before it was produced. Just when the opponent didn't know how to respond, she had already reacted.
She waved her hand gently, and the shock wave formed by the psychic energy instantly broke the ribs of several unlucky guys who were about to shoot at her with guns.
The invisible blades danced around her. Although the bullets fired by the enemies were close at hand, they could never hurt her at all.
But she did not come for these worthless enemies-
She came here to make a desperate bet.
"A beautiful offering, when you strip your disguise, you will experience true joy, you are the best delicacies in my tray."
The priestess smiled happily and spit out a black snake letter.
Behind her, things behind the clouds began to rush. With laughter, swift shadows stepped forward quickly. One by one, they seemed to flow down from the burning candles and melt wax, flowing out of the dark void, and condensed into shape.
Dozens of Slaines appeared with a laugh, and the priestess also jumped high, descended from the sky with grace, and joined the melee.
Luvia Greta withstood the mental pressure from all directions, absorbed limited power from the pervasive blasphemy, projecting a net-shaped lightning, causing several banshees to ashes in the screams.
Then her witch sword passed by, beheaded a banshee, and quickly retreated as another crab clawed at her.
However, she did not ignore her real goal. After pretending to retreat, she turned into a residual image and appeared behind the priestess very quickly.
Chapter completed!