CH 165 The Heroic Soul Returns

The Bressian knights, who hacked their way out of the chaos, organized a charge with amazing perseverance, trying to save the gradually falling battle situation. But when they overcame the traps and the corpses of their comrades, and rushed into Legrand's infantry formation, they discovered that the infantry, which had always been looked down upon by the knights, exerted unbelievable power at this time.

They formed a tough blockade with their long spears and shields and tight formation.

Legrand's defense line composed of knights and infantry withstood the charge again and again. The Bressian knights felt like they were attacking a swamp and could only sink in little by little.

"God protects all the warriors who fight for Him with His glory."

The air was shaken, and a sound that seemed to come from the sky suddenly reached everyone's ears.

Bressi's knights saw a faint golden light passing over the earth. Wherever the golden light passed, every soldier of the Holy Legion felt a warmth that flooded his soul——just like the Virgin Mary pouring water from the holy spring on everyone's head.

Bravery, tenacity, fearlessness…

All the beautiful qualities that knights should have were imposed on them at this moment. In the golden light, every member of the Holy Legion, no matter how timid or pathetic they were before, was majestic and sacred at this moment, just like they had really transformed into the warriors fighting for God in the holy book!

The three-wheeled sun rose slowly from the front of the Holy Legion, extremely dazzling and brilliant.

Just like in 217 AD, the heroic King Clemo converted to the Holy Court, so the benevolent God sent His army when his own army collapsed. Angels wearing armor and holding sharp swords now shone the light of the Holy Spirit on the earth. The Holy Legion was just like the warriors who had the cross drawn on their chests by the priest thousands of years ago, completely reborn from the ashes.

Three angels spread their wings in mid-air.

"God bless us! We will win every battle!"

In the middle of the army, the priest raised his cross high.

His voice swept over with a powerful force, like a church bell ringing heavily at sunset, and the heaven and earth became brilliant, like the coming of divine melody.

If for the Bressian knights and the Holy Legion, this glory was the light of the Holy Spirit that saved them, then for Legrand's soldiers, this light was the darkness that pushed them to death. Three angels spread their wings in the sky, and white light fell from their wings. They stood high in the sky and under the angels, all mortals were ants!

Ants should be wiped away and crushed into dust.

Moore, who was holding a shield, was half kneeling on the ground. Big drops of sweat rolled down his forehead and fell into the dirt mixed with blood and mud. He was one of the few people who knew the true cause of Duke Buckingham's death. Before that, he had thought more than once about what kind of power could burn an imperial lion like the Duke to ashes.

​Now he knew.

In the face of such terrifying power, even standing up must bear strong pressure. If his will and fortitude hadn't supported him, he would have been lying on the ground, waiting to be killed. Only a small number of the soldiers and infantry who could block the Bressian knights' charge were struggling to hold on like Moore, and more had fallen down and could not move.

Why? Why should a mortal be like an ant?

Why should their victory be so casually erased?

Moore wanted to roar and curse, and the surging unwillingness gathered into the flames of anger. Their victory was achieved with the soldiers' sacrifice and fearlessness of life and death! Why could God erase all of this with a wave of his hand?

"Stand up."

The moment the angels' wings spread out, Moore could hardly hold on and fell to the ground. But at this moment, a cold and majestic voice sounded. The mountain-like gravity that originally pressed on him was driven back by the sound, and another force pulled him from the ground.

"This is Legrand."

The sun's rays passed through the woods on the sloping highlands and were divided and broken. The smoke and beacon fire rising from the battlefield danced between the light pillars. From the sun, shadows and flames of war, a throne slowly rose from the earth. It was a throne that was beyond imagination and beyond the thinking of all artists.

A throne made of countless bones.

The moment it appeared on the earth, the originally clear sky suddenly became stormy, the wind roared, and the rustling of the forest became overwhelming. It was like this land of Legrand was cheering and dancing, welcoming the arrival of the monarch with the most unimaginable supreme standards!

The King sat on the throne of bones.

He wore silver armor, and the cold armor erased any soft lines. He was a monarch born in blood and battlefields, destined to command thousands of troops and conquer the world. He was holding a white bone scepter that the people had never seen before, and he was so majestic that he seemed to hold the most supreme authority in the world.

"The people of Legrand do not need to kneel to any god!"

The King faced the three angels suspended in the sky from a distance. Under his steel helmet, his eyes contained anger and murderous intent.

The moment he finished speaking, the golden light that spread to Legrand's camp dispersed like a tide. The soldiers who were originally frightened by the angels' arrival only felt that the voice sounded like thunder in their ears, resonating with their hearts, causing blood to rush through their veins, and courage and strength to return to their bodies.

"Fight for Legrand!"

Moore jumped up from the ground, raised his shield and spear high, and roared hysterically.

Don’t bow your head, don’t prostrate yourself, don’t crawl on the ground!

Because this was Legrand, the land of freedom!

They were the people of Legrand! They should stand upright on the earth!

The Devil stood on the ground, hiding in the shadow of the forest, looking at the monarch in the sky from a distance, and suddenly chuckled silently. This was the Majesty he was loyal to… when he had nothing left, he still decided to become the enemy of the gods! The most noble soul was born in the lowest race, and then burst out with incomparable brilliance.

His Majesty was born to be on the throne and rule the world!

Black mist filled the forest, and the Devil pulled out the dragon bone sword from the black umbrella and inserted it into the ground. A door to purgatory slowly rose.

"It's you."

Far away, in the sky, the face of the mortal monarch was printed in the mirror-like pupils of the angels. Thousands of years of dust have not made them forget the past——on the contrary, all those overridden memories were still as clear as yesterday. As an angel, the dignity of a divine being was trampled upon by a mortal for the first time.

"You are a sinner who has offended the gods!"

The seraph drew out his flaming sword and pointed it at the King who was confronting them on the throne.

The King looked coldly at the three wrathful seraphs, and he raised the bone scepter high.

"In the name of the monarch, I order the heroic souls to return and fight for Legrand!"

In the forest, the door to purgatory summoned by the Devil suddenly opened. The wind roared out, and in the wind, war horses neighed.

Legrand's soldiers looked up in the wind and saw a huge army rushing out from behind them, gray clouds sweeping like tides. This should have been a terrifying and sinister scene, but as the knights riding skeleton horses approached, Legrand's front suddenly let out a cry that resounded throughout the world.

All the Legrandian knights who participated in the battle saw——

An ancestor that the family was proud of!!

The first knight of the Lorraine family, Godfrey the Guardian!

The first knight of the Willer family, Taranto the Killing Spear!

The first knight of the Moore family, Barcelo of Tuca!

The first knight of the Rolandst family…

……

One by one, the knights who returned from hell and appeared on the battlefield were knights that all Legrand people were familiar with! They were the knights who followed the first monarch of Legrand to establish the great Legrand Empire on the earth! They were the most glorious followers of the Rose Family!

Their portraits hung in the galleries of the family castles. From the moment every nobleman was born, his memory was destined to be filled by the exploits of his family's ancestors. His parents would point to the portraits of their ancestors and tell him about their family's past. History and glory were passed down from generation to generation.

The reason why nobles were nobles was because they could trace their line back to heroic ancestors!

The reason why nobles were nobles was because they had to prove that their surname was worthy of it!

One after another, extraordinary knights appeared in front of the Legrandian soldiers. They who had turned into knights of death raised their swords high.

"Fight for Legrand!"

They shouted loudly.

A thousand years ago, they screamed like this with all their might.

A thousand years later, the heroic souls returned, and they remained unchanged.

Fighting for Legrand during life, and then doing the same after death!

"Fight for Legrand!"

One after another, Legrandian soldiers clenched their weapons, with tears in their eyes.

Who cared about angels and the Holy Lord? Their monarchs and their ancestors said that they were not at fault, so the guilt mentioned by God was just empty talk!

Fight for Legrand!

The King's scepter pointed to the Holy Legion blessed by angels.

"Kill!"

The Legrand army led by the heroic souls collided head on with the Holy Legion, which was plated with the light of the Holy Spirit and looked like a bronze statue. The swords clanged, and everyone was fighting to the death.

Up in the sky.

The black butterflies gathered around the King, and the Devil who opened the door to purgatory and completed the first task walked out of the void. He stood beside the King, holding the dragon bone sword, and leaned slightly towards the King with a smile: "As you've ordered, Your Majesty."

"The mortal king who signed a contract with a devil."

A low and cold voice sounded. The three Seraphs did not look at what was happening on the ground but stared coldly at the throne suspended in the sky.

The Devil stood at the side of the King, and together they formed a new era.

A new era for madmen and fanatics!

The angels held their fiery swords. The red fire rolled across the sky like ocean waves, and the space twisted and intertwined from the heat. They knew the horror of this pair of contractors a thousand years ago. After their return, they lost their original arrogance and planned to go all out from the beginning.

The King's ice-blue pupils reflected the familiar sea of ​​fire.

"Kill them."

He ordered.

The smile on the Devil's lips widened, and he accepted the order happily.