After Becoming The Tyrant CH 153 Ambush In The Valley
The dark red of the sky was dispersed by the sun-like brilliance, and the dark clouds returned to pure white. In this white cloud layer that was rare in hell, the angelic host plucked the golden harp and played a magnificent melody. In the melody, it seemed that temples rose from the ground, and the gods in the center of the temples lowered their heads slightly, looking down on all living beings.
Countless angels flew down from the clouds and met the skeleton army that was also like a sea.
The angels holding longbows shot arrows at the skeleton army on the ground from mid-air. And flocks of bone birds circled and flew up from the army of death, facing the angels' sharp arrows without fear. In the army of death, groups of black priests covered from head to toe in black robes raised their staffs high, their chants gathered together, and chains of iron chains ran across the sky with black mist. The angels who did not dodge in time were imprisoned by iron chains, and the bone birds then tore them apart with their sharp claws.
Angels were constantly killed under the claws of bone birds, and clusters of white light were constantly blasting away at the army of skeletons on the ground, the skeletons and undead reduced to ashes in the holy light.
In the eyes of the blacksmiths in the iron smelting department of Legrand's First Military Industry Department, the skeleton lizards, who were more "cute and well-behaved" than apprentices, no longer have the gentle appearance they had when breathing fire in front of the furnace.
Skeleton lizards hid in the lake of sulfurous fire everywhere in hell. When the angels who landed on the ground with swords passed by the lakes of fire, they would burst out of the lake with a fountain-like rain of sulfurous fire, spewing out big balls of raging fire, their long bone tail also sweeping out with deadly force. Compared this ferocious appearance to that when in front of the furnace, it was like a domestic hound turned into a giant wolf in the wilderness.
The angels swung their sword and split the skeleton knights from the skull to the mount. The holy flame carried by the sword was attached to the skeletons, and the bones were set on fire and burned. The army of hell shrouded in black mist and the army of angels covered in white light collided like two completely different worlds, light and dark.
Mela was also standing on the top of the tower of the castle. He maintained a state of half-human, half-crow ready for battle, looking up at the angels in armor in the clouds in the sky, who had neither happy nor sad countenance on their faces.
Right now, only ordinary holy spirit angels were participating in the battle. The higher-level Angelic Host was still standing above the clouds and had not yet entered the war. At the forefront of the clouds, the seraphs looked down at their old opponents who had not been seen for thousands of years, and centered on Blackstone Castle. The bloodkin who had been promoted some time ago also only held daggers made of moonlight and stood still. The bone wings of the flying buttresses of the Blackstone Royal City flapped, playing a deep and cold melody.
From a long distance away, Mela's eyes collided with an angel holding a holy spear in front of the cloud.
He grinned slightly, revealing a bloody smile.
That was his mortal enemy. For a thousand years, he could only take the form of a little crow, and he couldn't even set foot in hell before the King woke up. It was all thanks to him.
But now was not the time to fight his mortal enemy. The most powerful soldiers and generals of both sides have not yet entered the battlefield. Hell had been dead for a thousand years, gods had buried their bones, and angels had been dusted in the dilapidated Kingdom of God for thousands of years. The two sides were still testing each other's current strength. This was a protracted war.
It would end with the death of the last angel, or the ashes of the last skeleton knight.
The hymn echoed layer by layer between the sky and the earth, and Mela saw the Devil suddenly pull out his sword.
"What are you going to do?"
Mela flapped his wings and flew near the Devil.
"Go and kill a guy." The Devil said lightly.
"It's not yet time, and you want to rush to the sky to fight a whole legion of Seraphim?" Mela asked, "His Majesty is not here right now."
The Devil didn't answer him. Endless black butterflies surged out and coiled upwards, and he flew high into the sky.
Mela spread his wings and landed on a tower. On the other half of the dark red sky, countless dark clouds churned and gathered, blending with the black butterflies.
"That lunatic."
Mela cursed in a low voice.
Although the angelic host standing in the clouds had not yet joined the battlefield, this did not mean that they turned a blind eye to the enemies who actively flew up and approached. Dozens of angels at the front took off their bows from their backs together, one after another golden long arrows hit the bowstring, all aiming at the Devil who was approaching rapidly with the butterflies.
After those arrows left the string, they left long-lasting golden traces in the sky.
The arrow of judgment.
The space in front was filled with gold, and arrows of judgment were shot at the Devil's body, forming an inescapable cage.
The Devil did not hide or retreat, and was still advancing.
The space in front of the Devil suddenly distorted, and the arrows seemed to fall into a weird vortex, and when they reappeared, they had already been teleported to a distant place. Seeing this scene, Mela heaved a sigh of relief. He knew that the King had given the bone scepter to the Devil before, but he did not expect that after the King's banquet, His Majesty would still choose to put the scepter in the hands of the Devil and let him be in charge of hell and command its troops.
Vaguely, Mela recalled the familiar scene from a long time ago.
At that time, the silver-haired monarch sat on the throne, and the knight could always charge forward without any scruples. For his sovereign was watching him from behind.
The monarch bestowed glory, power, and life on the knight.
"A lunatic."
Mela said.
A lunatic trusted by the monarch.
A lunatic who was entrusted with authority by the monarch, and entrusted to the whole of hell.
Just vaguely, he felt a little envious of the lunatic rushing up to the clouds to kill the enemy.
Trust, for the creatures in hell, was a word that was both feared and yearned for.
It was something that all dark creatures could not obtain. Their nature destined them to have no connection to the goodwill of the world. They didn't have these things, but it didn't mean they really didn't desire these things... Otherwise, those skeleton knights wouldn't be hanging out with humans in the military industry department, or the skeleton lizards wouldn't flick their tails and follow the orders of the mortal blacksmiths.
Just like, a long time ago, it was the great monarch who endowed them with goodwill for the first time.
In the chaotic hell, where one fights to the death and fights endlessly, there was no respect at all. The strong was the ruler and the weak died. It was the silver-haired monarch who ascended the throne of hell, bestowing upon all the dead creatures that the lords regarded as slaves the status of knights, granting them glory and equality, and granting them a dignity they never had in hell.
So after a thousand years, they were still willing to serve the King.
However, there was a difference between trust and trust.
Giving respect and trusting them to fight for themselves was different from giving life, authority, and all faith.
In the sky, the black butterflies whirled and danced, forming into a big dragon and flying through the air, colliding an angel directly at the front of the clouds. The angel raised his shield and blocked it. The moment the black butterflies approached the angel, it dispersed and surrounded him. The wings of the angel spread out, and the higher the rank of the angel, the greater the pride. This action of the Devil was equivalent to provoking him in front of all the angels and throwing down a gauntlet in a challenge for a duel.
Out of pride and arrogance, he flew away from the clouds.
The Devil had already slashed out with a sword.
After the angel flew out of the clouds alone, Mela lowered his head, stopped looking at the Devil, and continued to pay attention to the battle situation on the ground.
………………
When dawn was approaching, the sky and the earth became a hazy blue.
The three people climbed to a high ground, hid in the woods, and observed the distance with the special glasses provided by the witches. Among these three people, there was one wearing a dark red cloak, with silver hair blown by the night wind. He was obviously the King who should have been in the army.
"They are indeed here, Your Majesty."
The knight on the King's left whispered.
The reason why the King appeared here was because three days ago, the battle report of the "crows" had arrived at the main tent, and the spy under the Head of the Households reported that the vanguard army of the Holy Legion of the Holy Land had landed at Porto Port. Just like the prediction made by the King when he discussed with the generals before this, the goal of the Holy Army of the Holy Land was indeed the central part of Legrand.
The Port of Porto was the territory of the Mason family who conspired with Earl Pligney to rebel.
Unlike Earl Pligney, who was killed by Kriyan archers in the Battle of Putton County, the patriarch of the Mason family was very cautious. He did not join the rebel army and marched all the way, but stayed in Porto Port, and seemed to have made preparations for either outcome. If the rebels were victorious, he would claim to be stabilizing the rear, and if things went wrong, he would sail out to sea and flee.
But in the end, although the rebellion failed, the head of the Inquisition Bureau led his troops back to Herrid, and the huge numbers of the Holy Legion also gathered on the other side of the Abyss Strait. Patriarch Mason believed that it was still profitable to stand on the side of the Holy Court, so under the protection of Herrid City, he still stayed in Porto County.
This time, the Holy Army of the Holy Land abandoned Swan Harbor in Herrid City and chose Porto Harbor as their landing point.
The vanguard of the main force of this second Holy Legion was the Holy Court's Eternal Knights, an elite force second only to the Knights Templar. After the Eternal Knights landed, they marched towards central Legrand. The city they attacked had previously encountered a dragon that destroyed the fortifications, and the repairs in a short period of time were obviously much worse than the original ones.
Therefore, the Eternal Knights successfully attacked cities and land all the way, making extremely fast progress.
As the vanguard of the Holy Army of the Holy Land, the Eternal Knights did not stay in the captured cities for too long like the Holy Legion of the Sea in the southeast of Legrand, but moved forward quickly after leaving follow-up troops to hold the captured cities.
And on the day the Eternal Knights landed, the King led an army, broke away from the bloated and slow main army troops, and marched lightly and at full speed just like in the last Northland campaign.
After the Eternal Knights captured the first castle, the King led his selected army to march overnight, and took a shortcut to the front of Yoringshire County in the night——a canyon that he had to pass through to go to Yoringshire County.
He was Moore, an old subordinate of the Duke of Buckingham. He was almost provoked back then to become a knife used to assassinate the King.
The King did not actually punish them for their assassination plan. After the Battle of Truu, Moore offered to resign from the army, and was thrown into the Iron Rose Cavalry by the King to assist General Sheehan in training soldiers. Later, he made a lot of military exploits in the Northland rebellion. General Sheehan didn't know what happened before, so he asked the King for a reward for him.
And the King, as if he had forgotten what happened before, bestowed him with a title and transferred him to lead an army alone.
This time, when the King led the vanguard to rush forward, most of the soldiers selected were Moore's subordinates. This was the first time Moore had seen the King up close since the Battle of Truu City. Compared with the King in his impression, His Majesty seemed to have changed a lot. Back then, Moore was able to hold grievances and speak radically in front of the King, but now he dared not.
The majesty of a true monarch had enveloped the King.
It would be great if the Duke could see His Majesty now.
Moore thought.
The King didn't know what his subordinates were thinking. He saw the army appearing on the horizon, and after confirming that the number was about the same as his estumation, he put down his witch glasses.
"Get ready for battle."
He ordered.
The soldiers led by the King laid in ambush on both sides of the valley. What was peculiar however, was that what they held was not a sword, nor a longbow, nor any traditional weapon.