"Byelan is victorious!"

"Wan Sheng!"

The cavalry regiment began to charge.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!" The dark crowd in front started to commotion. Griffith saw countless black humanoid creatures like festering anthills from the gaps in his undulating helmets, one by one in front of the cavalry.

It collapsed and fled in all directions.

"Boom!" The cavalry battle line broke through the enemy's defense line like a flood, making a deafening roar. Griffith flew away the skull of a monster, and then trampled several of the same kind under the iron hooves of the war horse.

It was only then that he saw the enemy's appearance clearly.

This is a creature that is slightly shorter than humans and has dark green skin. They have the same hands and feet as humans, but their sharp fangs protrude from their lips, and their ears are like donkey ears. These enemies wear strange-shaped black and gray armor and hold hand-held weapons.

Machete, wooden shield or spear.

Half-orc Griffith felt that his brain, which had just returned to normal, was in chaos again, with all kinds of confusing and conflicting information tangled together.

Howling orcs, marble pillars wrapped in flames and collapsed ruins, huge and twisted shadows emerging in the rolling waves of fire... all kinds of information are gathered in the mind, as if there is an illusory image, and the countdown hand of the clock is moving.

Roll towards the end.

A dark shadow emerged from the depths of his consciousness and slowly turned around. Griffith subconsciously felt that this person's identity was extremely important, almost forgetting that he was still on the battlefield, and tried his best to see the shadow clearly.

True appearance.

"Ouch!" Suddenly, a 4 or 5-meter-tall giant monster appeared in front of him. It was extremely strong, with muscles as strong as rocks all over its body, and it swung a giant tree towards the second-level team leader.

"Uh? Ah?!" Griffith, who was still trying to see the mysterious man's true appearance, immediately flew out with his horse, spinning and hitting the ground beside him.

…

The severe ringing in his ears made people go crazy. Griffith got up dizzily, only to see an armored cavalryman holding a spear bump into the giant monster that had just knocked him away, and they fell to the mud together.

The cavalry battle lines have disappeared, and there are shouts and screams of fighting everywhere.

"Woo!" A sharp voice sounded from behind, and Griffith turned around quickly. Two orc warriors in tattered clothes, holding machetes and wooden shields, had already rushed to him not far away.

The trainee knight subconsciously moved his right hand forward, and the lance with half of his hand cut off immediately pierced the throat of one of the orcs. At this moment, another orc flew over and aimed at Griffith's head.

One knife.

"Cang!" Griffith dodged slightly, and the blade hit his shoulder armor and bounced away directly. The trainee knight took out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it into the horrified orc's eyes.

The two corpses fell to the ground almost at the same time, and black blood spattered from the gaps in the visors to the eyes and mouth. Griffith immediately vomited, holding back the nausea while blinking and pulling out the long sword from his waist, looking for the next one.

an enemy.

"Griffith!" Krista and another injured cavalry ran over. They all lost their mounts, their bodies were covered with mud and blood, and they still had sabers or half-part lances in their hands.

"The coalition has penetrated the defense line and rushed over. What should we do?" Krista's helmet flew to an unknown place when she fell from the horse just now, and her silky blond hair was draped on her shoulders. She pointed to a part of the battlefield.

He turned to the side and said to the two of them: "A group of orcs are coming towards us."

"We are staying here," Griffith picked up a shield from the ground and held it in his hand, while raising the sword in his hand, "come closer to me!"

On the muddy ground nearby, several cavalrymen who had been knocked off their horses were crawling up from the ground. Two of them immediately ran towards Griffith who was shouting. Several others also gathered together and formed a small formation.

It was too late to assemble or retreat. A group of orcs who were shouting and fighting were originally sent to support the defense line here. But before they could arrive, the defense line disappeared under the impact of human cavalry. The remaining two groups were on foot.

The cavalry were precisely their targets.

The five dismounted cavalry immediately gathered together back to back and formed a circular formation using swords and shields they could pick up.

"Waaaagaaaaah!"

One of the orcs was the fastest. It jumped over its companions and struck Griffith with an axe. Before its ax could fall, Griffith pierced its chest with his sword.

"Boom!" Several orcs collided head-on, hitting the shields of Griffith and the cavalry around him with a deafening bang. Before they could stab each other, the orcs behind them pounced.

Come up and crowd in their companions.

Rusty machetes and axes were dangling in front of him. Griffith seized the opportunity to stab a sword from the gap and pierced the abdomen of an orc. The little monster immediately screamed and clenched his hands.

He grabbed hold of the sword blade that pierced him and twitched.

In the crowded crowd, no matter how hard Griffith tried, he could not pull out his long sword. The screaming orc was squeezed around by his companions behind him and Griffith's shield, as if he had been crushed.

Like an orange, it keeps spitting out blood foam.

A spear was stabbed from the crowd, and a cavalryman standing next to Griffith was stabbed in the throat. The tall warrior fell down before he could even grunt, pressing on Krista behind him. Already

The cavalryman who died was still holding on to his shield in his hand, maintaining his standing posture despite the crowds from front to back.

I don't know how much time passed, but the besieging orcs took a few steps back. Three dead cavalry and a dozen orc warriors laid layer after layer of corpses on the ground. Another small group of cavalry in the distance.

It has also been submerged in the sea of ​​people.

Griffith didn't know which weapon he had changed. He was holding a hatchet that he snatched from God knows where, and he and the trainee nun were on guard back to back. The panting orc soldier wiped the sweat from his head while talking.

Staring at the two people a few steps away.

Krista dropped the half-broken saber in her hand, quickly took off the heavy book hanging from her waist, and tied it with a silver chain. There were four shining horns on the chain. She had just used it to bless the cavalry.

The holy book turned into a terrifying shield covered in sharp teeth in the blink of an eye...

The blonde girl held the shield and gently rested her head on Griffith's shoulder. The two stood in silence, waiting for their final fate.

"Wan Sheng!"

The majestic war cry erupted again at an unknown location on the battlefield. A large group of infantry penetrated the enemy's line from nowhere, and under the leadership of the commander, they rushed towards the battlefield here.

The orcs who had been besieging the cavalry just now began to waver. Some of them shouted that they wanted to kill Griffith and the others, while others began to turn around and run away.

"The Holy Light gives me courage,

"The Holy Light gives me protection,

"The Holy Light looks at me and casts fear on the heads of my enemies..."

Griffith heard the soft prayers of the girl behind him. Krista suddenly picked up the chain in her hand and swept it around. Griffith shrank his head smartly, and then a silver light flashed around him.

The orcs tore a bloody path.

The slender blonde girl didn't know where she got such strength. She waved the chained holy book and started flying in the center of the orcs. The orcs who were still shouting just now fled in all directions.

"Don't stop, keep attacking!" Several infantrymen had already broken through the defense line and came to Griffith's side. The leading sergeant put his face close to his visor and shouted, "Follow us and continue...ah!"

Before the sergeant could finish speaking, a sudden violent tremor came from under his feet. A hand wider than the troll's body stretched out from the ground and smashed the sergeant to pieces.

"Behemoth!"

"Behemoth!"

The attacking infantry let out a burst of frightened shouts, and fell into a mad rout in front of the sudden monster. In the midst of this shout, a giant as tall as a hill broke out of the ground. Its skin was as powerful as if it were made of bronze.

With a huge horn on top of its head, its wheel-like single eye scanned the battlefield, then turned around and struck at the surrounding infantry and cavalry.

What is this! Griffith screamed in his heart. Although he soon realized that this was the legendary monster that hunted the dragon. When his vision was obscured by the black shadow, the will of the war test was still unbearable.

Such a sudden sight.

In the dark, he seemed to hear the sound of two dice falling to the ground. Immediately afterwards, Griffith felt as if a gap had opened in his head, and chaos, evil, fear and anger poured out.

His rationality is losing.

The legendary monster appeared without any warning. The terrifying force brought a powerful shock wave, and Griffith was blown to the ground like grass in the strong wind. Most of the nearby comrades were trapped.

Out of fear and madness, some of them fled in all directions, while others charged at the behemoth with spears, but the sharp spearheads pierced the behemoth's body and shattered instantly as if it had hit a city wall.

The terrifying giant beast swept over with its arms like city walls, and the chaotic infantry brigade immediately heard the sound of continuous bone cracking. All the soldiers who were hit flew into the sky in pieces and then fell to the ground in pieces. In Griffith

It sounded as dense as hail falling to the ground, and fear and nausea spewed out of his stomach.

A group of cavalry returned to the battlefield. They had just broken through the defense line and were preparing to besiege the enemy formation that was still holding on. They ran into the devastating attack of the legendary creature. Some of the cavalry screamed and fled, while others

It hit him due to inertia.

Screams and crackling sounds echoed in the air.

It's so... so scary... I must be dreaming!

My ribs are broken...it hurts...damn it hurts!

Griffith's whole body was trembling. The armor all over his body was of no use against Beamon's sweeping sweep, and his internal organs were shattered just by the wind pressure.

Griffith kept vomiting blood and scraped on the mud floor, trying his best to escape from the battlefield.

At this desperate moment, a brilliant golden light appeared in front of him.

"Geffy, hold on, I'm coming!" Krista ran towards Griffith with her smooth blond hair hanging down, still chanting healing magic.

The warm heat immediately enveloped Griffith's body, and he felt as safe and calm as if he were soaking in warm water. All he could see was Krista's bright face and brilliant blond hair.

Ah...is this a goddess?

"Snapped!"

A gust of wind blew past him, and the trainee nun who was in front of him a moment ago immediately disappeared.

"Krista!" Griffith heard Golona's familiar and horrified shout, and then he saw the broken limbs of the novice nun falling to the ground in pieces. The head had been separated from the body.

Rolled in front of Griffith, those big blue eyes were still looking at him.
To be continued...