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Chapter 129 - 95 Attack of the Imperial Knight and... Tornado (4000 words, please subscribe)

Chapter 129: 95 Attack of the Imperial Knight and... Tornado (4000 words, please subscribe)

Facing the Catastrophe Legion, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, the Imperial Knights showed not the slightest fear.

In the two hundred years of the Empire’s history, there had always been numerous invasions by the Catastrophe Legion. Given any chance, these brutally vicious fellows would pounce on the Empire’s walls and fiercely tear a chunk of flesh from the Empire. To repel them, the Empire often had to pay a hefty price.

After every war, the Empire would be filled with many mothers who lost their sons, women who lost their husbands, and children who lost their fathers.

Thus, the hatred for the Catastrophe Legion was almost etched into the soul of every Imperial citizen.

Imperial warriors never feared war, nor death, because they knew all too well that their flesh and blood were the Empire’s most formidable line of defense. By killing one more enemy, they could bring additional safety to the Empire. In protecting the Empire, they also protected their own families. As long as the Empire’s walls stood tall, their parents, wives, and children would be safe, for the Empire would never abandon her people.

"Charge!!"

Amidst the thunderous battle cries, the Imperial Knights drew their long swords in unison. The rising sun reflected off their armor, casting a faint golden glow over their bodies, as if symbolizing their noble souls and unyielding fighting spirit.

Then, the cavalry troop led by Gawain, like a golden blade, fiercely thrust into the heart of the Catastrophe Legion, tearing the enemy apart.

Assault!

That was Gawain’s style of combat. As the second rank of Imperial Knights, he and his troop would always charge at the forefront of the battlefield, gnawing at the toughest bone.

Of course, their attack naturally drew a powerful counterattack from the enemy. Countless blood-red figures surged from all directions, in an attempt to completely devour this troop.

"Knight’s spirit!"

Faced with the Catastrophe Legion’s counterattack, over two hundred people shouted in unison. Then, a dazzling light covered the entire troop, nearly doubling their combat power in an instant, firmly deflecting the enemy’s counterattack. The source of this light was none other than Gawain at the forefront.

In this world, the spirit of a knight was not merely a symbol—it was a belief, and strong beliefs could be transformed into great power.

If judged solely on individual combat strength, even a triple-strength Gawain might not rank within the top ten of the Empire. Not to mention the Emperor Sigma, Lancelot and Morgan, who were firmly ahead of him, and even the top ten warriors of the Catastrophe Messenger were not foes he could easily defeat, let alone Gawain in his normal state.

But, when it came to leading an army, Gawain’s troops were undeniably the mightiest blade of the Empire.

Under the influence of strong beliefs, he could radiate the sunlight’s brilliance onto every person beside him, elevating the overall combat capability of the troops to double or even triple their strength. That shining light was the manifestation of their knight’s spirit. In such a state, no enemy could withstand their charge, including the Catastrophe Legion.

With a tearing sound as flesh was cleaved apart, the Blood Grinding Cavalry Troop, led by the Bloodletting Lord, was utterly shredded by this golden blade. Nothing could stand in their way.

"The power of the bear!"

Behind Gawain’s troops was the Fifth Legion, led by the Panda Man Caesar. This legion had no humans; it was composed entirely of beastmen. Most of them were burly bear tribe members. Although they seemed gentle and naive at ordinary times, once they reached the battlefield and their primal nature was unleashed, they each became fearsome warriors. With their own hands, they tore the enemies’ bodies, showcasing scenes of god-like dramas that resisted invaders.

Under the strike of these two assault troops, the Catastrophe Legion’s vanguard fell into complete disarray. Next, the ones to greet them were none other than the hunters from the Werewolf Clan.

The Sixth Legion of the Emperor’s Forbidden Army, led by the Werewolf Octavian, consisted entirely of werewolves. Compared to assaults, they were even better at hunting, as it was the natural instinct of the werewolf race. Even without any training, their innate coordination allowed them to deliver fatal blows to the chaotic enemies. In terms of killing efficiency, this legion could even surpass Gawain’s golden blade.

At the same time, a special force quietly arrived on the battlefield.

When the Catastrophe Legion’s attention was largely drawn to the three troops led by Gawain, they failed to notice a group of assassins had appeared not far from them.

It was the Empire’s Ninth Legion, the Dark Night Elf squad.

In terms of head-to-head combat abilities, Dark Night Elves had virtually no advantage over other races, because their slender frames could not wield great power or use weapons with devastating damage. They couldn’t even learn magic. Instead, what they had was superior agility and stealth capabilities.

Each Dark Night Elf possessed a talent similar to Le Cheng’s Shadow Step, but unlike Le Cheng who could Stealth for only five seconds, a Dark Night Elf could move undetected in the shadows for dozens of minutes. With this talent and their individual agility, they had developed a formidable tactic—decapitation strikes.