landbeastnovel Chapter 288 Knight Legion, Skeleton Clone Evolution?
Chapter 288 Knight Legion, Skeleton Clone Evolution?
Chapter 288 Knight Legion, Skeleton Clone Evolution?
A massive body made of silver fur nimbly flipped in the air before silently landing on the ground.
It displayed amazing agility in the air, and immediately resumed its combat posture upon landing, ready to engage in battle again.
However, this was the Cerberus's last desperate struggle.
This demonic hound, the size of a bull and with three ferocious heads, had its neck torn in half.
Large amounts of blood flowed down its neck like a red waterfall, staining the ground red.
The terrifying demonic hound let out a weak, mournful wail from its three heads, then its massive body swayed and collapsed heavily to the ground, never to rise again.
Seeing that their leader was dead, the remaining dog demons let out mournful cries.
Some of the lucky dog demons, who hadn't yet been entangled by the silverback bears, immediately rushed headlong into the dense forest.
The remaining few were not so lucky. They struggled desperately under the claws of the silverback bear, but were eventually blinded and had their throats bitten off.
After dealing with the canine demons, the silverback bears quickly returned to the battlefield to continue supporting their comrades who were still fighting fiercely.
Seeing this, Lu Renjia breathed a long sigh of relief, knowing that the crisis had been averted once again.
However, before he could recover his composure, a noisy and jarring clamor erupted from the spear formation in front of him.
Ahead, the once orderly and unbreakable formation of the spear phalanx was now like a wheat field ravaged by a storm, a scene of utter devastation.
Like a horde of unleashed demons, the lesser demons rolled and leaped wildly across the battlefield, their crimson forms emitting piercing and chilling screams and roars.
These creatures, like red waves, relentlessly crashed against the blue and white figures, tightly enveloping them in a huge, swirling vortex.
At the heart of this vortex, Olaf and a group of elite NPCs, leading disorganized militia and spear-wielding skeletons, are engaged in a fierce battle with countless lesser demons, the sounds of battle deafening.
Everyone gritted their teeth, brandishing their swords and spears, and fought a desperate battle against the demons.
The spear-wielding skeletons became the militia's last pillar and shield.
These lifeless warriors possessed extraordinary resilience and loyalty.
They pierced the chests of countless lesser demons with their cold spear tips, securing precious living space for their companions behind them.
Under their protection, the militia were able to catch their breath for a moment and readjust their tactics and formations. At this point, no orders could be conveyed in such a chaotic situation.
Only war!
Olaf, wielding his giant axe, charged into the front lines and was virtually invincible.
Wherever it appears to be unable to hold on, it roars and charges forward.
The lesser demon was instantly cleaved in two by Olaf's axe, and the massive horned demon couldn't even last two rounds.
Olaf slashed mercilessly, and soon his entire body was stained red with demon blood, making him look like a war god who had returned from hell.
However, the surrounding demon army was too numerous to kill.
Even in areas where Olaf and the others couldn't reach, militiamen were still stabbed in vital areas by the lesser demons' forks and fell to the ground dead.
Or they might be grabbed by the horned demon's strong arms and torn in two alive.
The appearance of the first casualties did not frighten them.
However, when the formation could no longer be maintained, a second and third wave of casualties followed.
Dozens of spear-wielding skeletons were no longer isolated figures.
They have now become the core of small squads, with each skull leading a group of militia temporarily trained from ordinary civilians.
These militiamen may be somewhat inexperienced in combat skills, but their rifles and shields are the last line of defense for protecting their homeland.
Whenever a spear-wielding skull swings its meticulously crafted spear, a group of militiamen always follows closely behind.
Their spears, like branches in a dense forest, pierced out from different angles and heights, forming an impenetrable wall of steel.
Even those horned demons that charged frantically could only fall into pools of blood when faced with such a dense and coordinated attack, becoming yet another cold body on this scorched earth.
Nevertheless, the combined human and undead forces remain in extreme danger.
Their lines have been shattered by the relentless onslaught of the demon army.
Each line of defense is like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.
The soldiers' faces were etched with exhaustion and fear; perhaps at any moment, total collapse would occur.
Just then, the Demon of Slaughter finally joined the battle.
This giant demon was dressed in a heavy and sturdy suit of metal armor.
Wherever it went, the bodies of the lesser demons were trampled into mincemeat.
Its shadow, obscuring the sky, cast an indelible shadow on the hearts of everyone who witnessed it.
Faced with this final boss, more than a dozen spear-wielding skeletons quickly assembled.
These spear-wielding skeletons do not attack haphazardly; each of their attacks is meticulously calculated, aiming to inflict fatal damage on the enemy in the shortest possible time.
More than a dozen spears thrust out almost simultaneously, their target aimed directly at the seemingly invincible body of the Demon Slayer.
However, the Demon of Slaughter did not attempt to dodge.
It simply stood there quietly, letting the spears crash into its armor.
With each clang of metal, those spears that once struck fear into the hearts of countless enemies snapped like fragile tree branches the moment they touched the Slaughter Demon.
But among this group of spear-wielding skeletons, there was one that stood out from the crowd.
This is an elite skeleton; its spear is not only incredibly sharp, but it is also enhanced by the power of "Death's Crown".
When the finely crafted spear aimed at the gaps in the Demon Slayer's armor, it successfully pierced the Demon Slayer's skin, but stopped after only a few centimeters, unable to go any further.
The Demon Slayer's physical strength far exceeded expectations, making even inflicting such a minor wound exceptionally difficult.
The Demon Slayer did not give these warriors any more chances.
It wielded a giant sword, a massive weapon that shone with a red light and was almost as tall as the Demon of Slaughter, exceeding four meters in length.
Although the sword's edge wasn't particularly sharp, driven by the unparalleled power of the Demon Slayer, each strike was enough to shatter anything that stood in its way.
As the blazing greatsword fell, a piercing whistling sound filled the air, as if even the air itself could not withstand the force and was groaning in pain.
The first to be hit was that elite spear-wielding skeleton.
Its hard skull shattered instantly under the impact of the greatsword, and fragments of its head flew everywhere, creating an extremely gruesome scene.
Fragments of bone scattered and cracked in the air, splattering onto the bodies and faces of the surrounding militiamen.
The militiamen witnessed this horrific scene, and fear instantly overwhelmed them.
They screamed in terror, dropped their weapons, and desperately tried to escape from the demon.
The demon's monstrous laughter shook the heavens and earth, as if mocking these cowards who tried to escape.
Its greatsword swung again, each swing accompanied by a deafening roar.
The man's body, torn to pieces, was thrown about, like fallen leaves swept up by a gale.
The Demon of Slaughter strode through the militia ranks, the spears thrust at it snapping like fragile straws under the wielding of the fiery red greatsword, utterly unable to cause it any real damage.
Just then, the long neighing of warhorses suddenly rang out, and the entry of the Demon Slayer into the battle signified the arrival of the final turning point in the battle.
The heavily armored knight NPC, who had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, roared and his whole body was filled with a strong fighting spirit.
He raised his greatsword high and shouted, "Cavalry, target: Slaughter Demon, charge!"
The warhorses, propelled by dozens of cavalrymen, thundered like a continuous war drum, charging with unstoppable momentum toward the massive figure that had stirred up a bloodbath in the spear formation.
The cavalry charge was so imposing that the Demon Slayer easily noticed it.
From his gaping maw spewed a plume of black smoke mixed with flames, and he laughed like a hyena as he charged toward the cavalry.
A hint of joy appeared on the face of the heavily armored knight NPC.
The Demon Slayer is incredibly powerful, but even so, it's impossible for him to single-handedly defeat a group charge of dozens of cavalrymen.
The Demon Slayer, confident in his terrifying strength and sturdy armor, actually launched a counter-charge against the cavalry.
This is exactly the scene that the heavily armored knight NPC most wanted to see.
The cavalry rapidly closed the distance to the Demon Slayer. The heavily armored knight NPC had unleashed his full power, his lance slightly raised, making him appear like a majestic war god.
Thirty meters!
The distance was covered in the blink of an eye, and just as the two sides were about to make contact, the heavily armored knight NPC issued the final command.
"Lower your spear, prepare to thrust!"
Upon hearing this, the knights did not hesitate at all. They quickly and tacitly lowered their spears, the sharp tips gleaming coldly in the sunlight, pointing directly at the vital points of the Demon Slayer's body.
However, the Demon's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.
Its clenched lips suddenly twitched, revealing a cunning and cruel smile, as if it could already foresee the bloody drama that was about to unfold.
Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented sense of crisis surged into the heart of the heavily armored knight NPC.
He sensed the ominous sign almost immediately.
But at this moment, he could no longer back down and could only grit his teeth and face the impending disaster.
The Demon Slayer's hands suddenly opened, as if tearing open a rift in space, and a dazzling red light suddenly erupted, engulfing the entire battlefield in a sea of fire.
Within that red light, countless black and red fireballs poured down like angry volcanic lava.
They expanded violently in the air, emanating an extremely dangerous aura, as if they were about to devour all living beings.
"A barrage of fireballs!"
As Lu Renjia fought in the distance, his mind resounded as if struck by lightning.
The name of the magic spell echoed in his mind like a curse.
He knew all too well the terror of this magic; it was a talent skill that only a very few exceptionally gifted demons could master.
Lu Renjia, who had received military training at Haicheng Military Academy, was no stranger to this.
At this moment, the regret and self-blame in his heart surged like a cold tide.
He should have foreseen this possibility and reminded his NPC teammates to take precautions.
But at this moment, it was all too late.
The shouts of the heavily armored knight NPC echoed through the firelight: "Dodge!"
However, that was the last effort he could make.
With a deafening roar and a blinding flash of light, he and his horse charged into the red light, colliding head-on with countless fireballs.
The scene was extremely tragic, like a giant firework blooming on the battlefield only to be extinguished in an instant, leaving behind only endless death and destruction.
The cavalry and cavalry that followed were also unable to escape this disaster.
They were hit by the sudden fireball, letting out screams and cries of alarm, but these sounds were quickly drowned out by the explosion.
Only a dozen or so cavalrymen at the rear of the column managed to rein in their runaway horses thanks to their exceptional agility and well-trained instincts.
They stared in terror and despair at the raging sea of red light before them, as if they could already foresee their impending fate.
The Demon of Slaughter roared across the battlefield.
The sound was like a beast awakening from the depths of hell, carrying a chilling pressure. Ignoring the lingering heat left by the chain fireballs, it resolutely swung its massive, fiery red greatsword and charged toward the area of red light that was gradually fading away.
While the high-level spell, Fireball Barrage, is powerful enough to cover a large area, its destructive power against a single target is not significantly increased due to the dispersion of energy.
For Lu Renjia, who also has a relatively reasonable skill set as an apprentice, the Fireball Barrage, though powerful, is not enough to pose a fatal threat.
However, for lightly equipped and agile light cavalry, a barrage of fireballs was almost annihilating.
Their armor was insufficient to withstand such intense heat, and their speed also contributed to the fire.
As the flames and smoke gradually dissipated, the once orderly cavalry formation was now scattered and disorganized, as if it had suffered an unprecedented disaster.
About forty light cavalrymen were unfortunately caught in the fire, and their figures struggled in agony in the firelight.
The timely summoning of the Bone Shield by the Ark protected nearly half of the cavalry, saving them from this round of attacks.
But the rest were reduced to ashes in the high temperature and explosion.
Their mounts collapsed with mournful cries, their bodies writhing in the flames, becoming yet another casualty on the battlefield.
The air was filled with a nauseating smell of burning.
The Demon of Slaughter did not hesitate at the sight before it; it charged straight at the cavalrymen who had escaped the range of the barrage of fireballs and were still in shock.
Without the knight's leadership and protection, these cavalrymen appeared particularly helpless.