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- I don't know the time, because there is no timing tool here.
Location, I don’t know, because there is no need here. [bsp; Jester was riding on a Hellfire Nightmare, followed by a team of skeleton cavalry. One cavalryman was carrying the flag of the Knights of the Blue Moon. The dark flag was embroidered with a pale waning moon.
Jester likes this flag very much, not only because its shape is very stylish compared to the heraldry of those human nobles, but also because Cang Yang has solidified a necromantic spell on the flag.
This spell does not give them extra vitality like undead throb, nor does it make their armor stronger, nor does it imbue their blades and spears with the power of plague and pain.
The purpose of this spell is to fight against God's will.
After death, all things perish. Undead creatures are only allowed to wander in the underworld. Whether they are evil gods or good gods, they can use the suppression of the plane to dissipate the dead in the main plane, because this violates the most basic laws of life.
And as servants of the gods, those magical professionals can also use the will of the gods to drive away undead creatures.
If there is no such God-given power, then we can only use ordinary swords to dismember the moving dead, crush the bones and spread ashes, and completely destroy them to let them rest in peace.
Attached to the flag that Jester carries is such a spell, which can help the undead creatures fight against the dispelling undead of priests and paladins.
Because what they faced was a group of elite members of the Holy See of Light.
The Gray Guard.
Unlike those rigid priests and brainwashed paladins, these guys have sworn an oath before the gods. As long as they follow the highest oath, they will not lose the power given by the gods because of violating the doctrine.
In short, they can do whatever it takes to achieve the so-called "noble" goal.
Not only that, these guys who put themselves in darkness for the sake of light also have many evil abilities. If the Paladins are a headache, then the Gray Guards have risen to an extremely dangerous level.
When Yueying and his party set out, they ordered Jester to lead a group of skeleton cavalry into the territory of the Holy Roland Empire to attract the attention of nearby armies.
Because Yueying couldn’t really cross the border of the Roland Empire by herself and Cangyang.
Jester took away a full two hundred skeleton cavalry, disrupting the deployment of the imperial defenders. Yue Ying and his party successfully crossed the border, but Jester fell into the dilemma of being chased by the Templars.
The undead creatures fought against the magicians. They lost the right time, went deep behind enemy lines, and lost the right location. Jester had no intention of fighting, and he couldn't even save people and people.
So Jester’s army retreated again and again.
But fortunately, the undead creatures do not need supplies, do not need to rest, will not complain, will not be lazy, and will not mutiny. In just a few days, they have circled several armies of the empire countless times.
But today, it was obvious that there was no way to escape. As a group of traveling merchants in front of him approached, they suddenly took off their disguises and raised the flag of the Gray Guard.
The Gray Guard of the Gray Monastery.
"A bunch of religious lunatics." Jester cursed in his heart, but nothing showed on his face.
Under normal circumstances, he could have taken advantage of the undead horses and turned around to escape, but there were at least three thousand regular Shinra soldiers equipped with high-quality weapons on the left and right rears, ready to kill himself and the skeletons around him. All smashed to pieces.
What’s even more terrifying is that behind him, more than a hundred Templars from the Knights Templar are slowly pacing on heavy war horses.
The only hope is the group of gray guards. As long as he can defeat those dozens of gray guards, he can escape.
The dark storm slowly lifted up, and the sky became gloomy. The haze drifting from nowhere blocked the sunlight, and the wind was tainted with a faint bitter taste by the negative energy flowing around.
The grass that the undead army horses stepped on was all withered, and a withered yellow velvet was dragged behind him. Jester held the sword tightly, feeling the strange feeling of flesh and blood connected with the weapon. The darkness contained in the sword flowed with his thoughts. , responding to his own heartbeat, flowing throughout his body with pulsation, coating Jester's breastplate with a layer of light black trim.
The black air was like the midnight of the winter solstice, cold and silent. As Jester waved his sword forward, the darkness swept forward like a tide. What was originally just withered and yellow grass blades all turned silently into shape in the lonely winter night. Ashes scattered in all directions.
"Target, one hundred meters ahead, the front row is equipped with heavy lances, the back row has knight swords ready, shields are in place, the whole army"
"The whole army, attack!"
Success or failure depends on this, if you can't break through the formationIf we get into a fight, it won't take long for Shinra's main force to catch up, and then this army will be completely destroyed.
Jester doesn’t have much affection for the Knights, but is somewhat grateful that they saved his sister’s life. The reason why he didn't want to fail was just because of his anger.
Inexplicable anger came from the sword. That kind of anger did not allow oneself to fail, because oneself was
The devil.
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"I live in the devil's abyss."
"Just to keep the glory alive!"
The Gray Guards shouted the holy words of the Gray Monastery, and the power given by the gods unfolded on them one by one, a faint layer of black shadow, inconspicuous.
Jester cannot understand their fanaticism, but he can understand them. They have been indoctrinated by decades of religious dogma and have turned into madmen. For the sake of honor and to prove their piety, let alone die for the gods, no matter how evil they are. As long as it is in the name of gods, they will do it without hesitation.
They are the true backbone of the Holy See. Enemies without scruples are the most terrifying. Because they have no scruples, they have no weaknesses. When the paladins hesitate, they can raise the butcher knife without hesitation.
This may explain why there are so many Inquisitors among the Gray Guards.
The Gray Guards raised their weapons, and all kinds of strange weapons formed a white wall of blades, blocking Jester's path.
Jester narrowed his eyes, and the jet-black air column entangled in the dark storm extended nearly one meter forward from the tip of the sword, pointing at a Gray Guard leader in the distance.
"Come forward, for the glory of the monastery!"
"Glory!"
The heavy horses ridden by the Gray Guards also began to move and launched a reverse charge towards the skeleton cavalry. The two dense forests of spears were about to come into contact.
Jester suddenly felt that everything in front of him had slowed down. He saw the flag of the gray monastery flying slower and slower, and finally almost solidified in the wind. The dust stirred up by the Gray Guards' mounts hung in the air, like moths in amber. .
Only his own sword stabbed the fiery chest in front of him unswervingly.
The sword murmured to himself that there was fresh flesh and blood and soul waiting for him there, and the killing of broken limbs and withered life was waiting for him, and he was somewhat looking forward to the coming killing.
"Jester, this is what you and I both long for. You love killing, and so do I. I can bring you the joy of killing. All you have to do is let me control one of your hands."
"I refuse, I will not become your slave."
The sword once again tried to persuade him, but this sword was obviously not good at persuading others. The words it said were weak and empty, and Jester was not moved at all.
Without waiting for the demon sword's response, Jester felt the blade of the sword pierce a layer of metal. Then, with a cracking sound, the gray guard in front of him was knocked off the saddle by himself, and the negative energy of the rotating dark storm eroded his body. As for his body, as early as the sword penetrated his body, all his physiological functions had disappeared. What fell off the horse was just a completely cooled corpse.
The forest of spears and spears behind them also penetrated into the blade wall of the Gray Guards. Many spears broke and many skeletons fell. The sharp neighs of undead horses cut through the sky, mixed with the neighs of dead horses.
The Gray Guards broke through the first line of skeletons and plunged into the second row of skeleton soldiers holding swords.
Thorn chains, long hook knives, axes, spears, heavy swords countless exotic weapons intertwined with the white blade wall in front of the Gray Guards. The fragile bodies of the skeletons were torn and penetrated, and the heavy swords easily cut off their heads. , the bones were smashed into pieces by the war hammer.
But the Gray Guards also felt uncomfortable. The skeletons' counterattack penetrated the dense blade wall, and the rusty iron swords penetrated the Gray Guards' bodies through the gaps in the armor, leaving deep and shallow scratches on their bodies. Yin Hong The blood surged out, dyeing the shirt and armor red, and even the wind was dyed with a fishy smell.
Neither the skeletons nor the Gray Guards made a sound. The undead did not know what pain was, while the Gray Guards used their will to suppress it.
Even though they were trampled repeatedly by horse hooves after falling from their horses, not a single Gray Guard screamed.
These opponents deserve respect.
"It is also worthy of our vigilance."
Jester added this in his mind.
Who is not afraid of death? All creatures are afraid of death, and even the most elite troops will scream because of their casualties, but these Gray Guards did not make a sound because they are not afraid of death.
"Have you been completely brainwashed? What poor guys."
The armies of both sides penetrated each other and ran back to back for tens of meters. There were corpses leaning on each other on the ground behind them, and their blood was trampled by horse hooves in a mess.The corpses seeped out from the pile, staining a large area of ??the ground red, and leaving a series of blood-red horse hoof prints behind both sides.
"Turn!"
"Turn!"
Both sides gave orders at the same time.
Both armies turned around and faced each other again.
The skeletons looked at the Gray Guards opposite with eyes burning with soul fire, and the Gray Guards responded with fanatical looks.
"Raise the gun!"
"Raise the gun!"
"All troops, charge!"
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Damn the internet keeps getting stuck
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