Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Looking down on the battlefield from a high altitude, one would notice the clearly defined Red Sea constantly surging towards a black jungle of steel.

It is already difficult to distinguish who is who, but as the Lord covers himself with holy light, he looks like a prince on a white horse mixed among a bunch of barefooted farmers.

Mandela stood in the distant sky on the back of a griffin watching all of this. He had privately discussed with Fulina that this sister's daughter highly respected this Highcliff Castle Lord, saying that his talent in commanding small-scale wars was extremely high, and his strength was terrifying, having single-handedly defeated three hundred berserk Minotaurs.

But simply knowing and seeing with one's own eyes are two completely different things. This kind of visually impactful effect cannot be expressed in words.

What Mandela didn't expect even more was that the other party's holy light cultivation had reached such a level.

Although he had not practiced the "Holy Word Codex", the old guy from the Holy Light Church was just like that, and this Highcliff Castle Lord was still very young, with a great future ahead of him.

"Tsk tsk, this young man." Mandela watched as the other party held a greatsword as wide as a door, and with a light sweep, the space in front of him was immediately cleared. The demons were like broken sugar cane, falling all over the ground.

He couldn't help but touch his bald head that shone brightly in the sunlight: "If he joins the Vanguard Red Swordsmen, he will definitely be able to stand alone, maybe even my position will have to be given to him."

"Lord Mandela, you shouldn't even think about it." Bodov smiled slightly, looking at a girl next to him: "This Lord Levi has already joined the Holy Light Church."

"Oh?" General Mandela looked at Fatir: "But didn't I hear that he only has a nominal title?"

He smiled, making it clear that he intended to poach people.

After all, anyone who would let go of such a good seedling without snatching it must have had their eyes poked out by a goblin with his grandmother's embroidery needle.

"In fact, this is just a rumor." Fatir's cherry lips opened and closed, revealing half of her exquisite face without any change in expression: "The Holy Light Church is already preparing to establish Levi as a Saint, and after solving these demons this time, they will go to Gonda to complete all of this."

Her move of half-truths and half-lies has already gained seven points of true inheritance from someone.

"Is that so? But hasn't the Holy Light Church not established a Saint for a thousand years?" Mandela still pressed on, "And according to the doctrines of the Holy Light Church, the Saint and the Saintess will be united."

He stared intently at the pure and aloof girl next to him, as if she was untouched by the dust of the world.

In the era when the Holy Knights almost dominated, the Saintess of the Holy Light Church was responsible for managing the priests who studied magic, while the Saint was the leader of the Holy Knights.

There is no doubt that both the Saintess and the Saint have top-notch holy light talents and are the most beloved by the Goddess of Holy Light.

Therefore, in order to make the Holy Light Church more prosperous, the two most talented people will unite in the hope of giving birth to descendants who inherit the talents of their fathers or mothers, or even surpass the talents of both.

This method has actually been tested for a long time.

The son of a rat can only be a rat, and the descendants of a dragon can only be dragons.

Although there is no shortage of monsters among the sons of rats who can far surpass their peers.

But this probability is too low, and it is impossible to appear even once in a hundred years.

Until after the decline of the Holy Knights, the Saint also completely fell into the ink that left a heavy mark in history.

"If the other half is such a person with excellent talent and character, then even any Saintess in the history of the Holy Light Church would not refuse." Speaking of this, a hint of blush finally appeared on Fatir's calm face, but no one noticed: "I am no exception."

"Damn it, this kid is really lucky." Mandela touched his bald head, feeling very depressed: "I think I'm not bad either, I have muscles if you want muscles, and looks..."

He suddenly understood why the other party was so popular, "Okay, I admit it in this regard, I am indeed three points inferior to him."

You know, this Saintess is known as the "Daughter of the Goddess" in Gonda, which shows how beautiful she is.

The royal nobles pursuing her are enough to line up from Gonda to the Holy Sith Empire, and even that prince is one of them, but none of them catch the eye of this girl.

Now, she is instead sticking to a bumpkin lord who rose from the countryside.

In fact, the point that really depressed Mandela was that Fulina kept talking about this Lion Hunter Knight, and there was probably something unclear between the two.

This feeling of having two golden flowers picked by someone made him, a bachelor, feel like he had eaten a whole lemon.

The Vanguard Swordsmen riding griffins around them looked at their instructor's clever bald head and face that could scare children, and curled their lips in unison - is it only three points inferior? He really knows how to put gold on his face(往自己脸上贴金: flatter himself).

If the other party is an elf in terms of appearance alone, then their instructor can only be regarded as a goblin, and a goblin who has no self-awareness!

"Damn it, what are you all looking at?" Mandela immediately became exasperated: "When I was young, I was also a famous handsome man in my hometown!".

"Hahaha, I guess the boss's hometown must be a small village with thousands of people."

"That's right, in my village of hundreds of people, I'm also very handsome."

Amidst a burst of laughter, the griffin knights led the Lionheart Vanguard Red Swordsmen and Fatir, and Bodov's group flew towards the distant Transverse Mountains.

Their mission is more important, to clear the last remaining demons in the Transverse Mountains and close the space channel.

The only thing worth worrying about is that Balor Flame Demon. This is a real legendary creature in the Abyss. Fatir and Bodov are both high-level casters, and Mandela's own fighting spirit has reached the level of a master comparable to the two.

But none of them dare to guarantee that they can definitely deal with the other party.

......

At the same time, within the Transverse Mountains.

This mountain range spans the entire border of the Debenan Territory, completely cutting off the Holy Sith Empire and the Southern Territory.

It is full of huge pine needle forests with the thickness of two people hugging, with jagged rocks, many wild animals, and even magical beasts can be seen everywhere in the depths.

Unfortunately, at this moment, most of this mountain range is controlled by demons.

In the center, there is a huge stone gate more than ten blades high, with strange red light emitting on all four sides. If you look closely, you will find that the inside is full of desolation, filled with lava and yellow sand.

Dense demons are looking forward to the verdant mountains and forests on the other side, their scarlet eyes full of greed and ferocity, enough to make people's scalps numb and tremble.

And starting from this portal, the surrounding huge trees have been felled on the ground, and a area built with stones has been cleared.

In the center of this area, there stands a tall bone throne, and a huge and terrifying figure is standing above overlooking the two figures below.

That is a creature with a pair of horns, and its arrogant expression is enough to make everyone lower their heads. The wings behind it are wide enough to cover its entire body.

This monster has a impressive figure. Even if it maintains a sitting posture, it is still three blades high. Its body is like a piece of refined steel that has been tempered thousands of times, as if the gods have used all their elaborate carving on it.

It is wearing a set of armor flowing with bright red light. It is made of Abyss Hell ingot. In addition to being indestructible, it can also amplify its own fire element spells.

At its feet is a huge flame sword that is two heads taller than itself. I am afraid it weighs tens of thousands of pounds. Only this kind of creature with world-destroying power can easily use it as a weapon.

"Small and lowly creatures, report your identities to me?" The voice of the huge and terrifying figure is like the rolling thunder in the dark rainy night sky. Its eyes look down upon everything, like a giant residing on the Thunder Cliff surveying the ants below.

This figure is the Balor Flame Demon stationed at the portal, and only this kind of top warrior among the demons can have a world-destroying demeanor.

"We are the believers of the Faceless God, a group of pitiable people wandering in the darkness with nowhere to go." The hooded figure below knelt on the ground and replied respectfully.

"Why don't you dare to show your true colors?" Its voice was rolling, like the thunder of heaven anger.

"My lord, we are believers of the Faceless God, our faces are extremely ugly, this will insult your noble and respected status." The petite figure said neither humble nor arrogant.

"Explain your intention, and take off that concealing hat!" The Balor Flame Demon said with a grin, as if he believed his statement: "If you are here to investigate the situation here and close the portal, or dare to seek benefits for yourself, I, Bartley Fiat, the commander-in-chief of the West District Demon Army, 'Abyss Soul Melter', will roast you, a group of weak insects, into fried meat with scorching flames, and feed it to my Abyss Melt hounds!".

"Please allow me to explain, my lord!" The hooded man took off his hat, revealing a face without eyebrows or a nose. Even the remaining eyes and mouth were distorted, extremely ugly.

"We dare not oppose you, we are here to help you successfully enter this world."

"Since the god we believe in was blasphemed and sealed by humans, we have hated them! We are constantly thinking about how to destroy this group of damned blasphemers."

"What a group of extremely ugly creatures!" Bartley seemed to be sighing, or perhaps mocking.

I don't know if it is mocking that they are obviously the same kind of people, but now they are thinking about how to solve the other party, or that their cowardly and incompetent appearance is really making people unable to look up to.

"I know the god you believe in, and our thoughts are the same." Bartley said this first, and then continued: "But lowly creatures, how dare you say you can help us? You are not even worthy of being a dog!".

"My lord, please allow me to explain, we are not looking down on you." The hooded man continued: "It is undeniable that you are powerful, but that fortress is too solid, and it is completely impossible to break through it with manpower alone. And now humans have also sent reinforcements, which will arrive soon, and the situation will become more and more critical."

"Therefore, we have decided to help you open the city gate and completely solve these humans!"

"Oh?" Bartley was a little surprised.

It is not stupid. The White Bone Fortress has not been taken down after so long, partly because it has to sit here, but it also shows how easy it is to defend and difficult to attack.

Opening the city gate itself is very dangerous, after all, there are still many damned humans in the city.

If they really open it and occupy the fortress for defense, they will be innately invincible.

In order to buy time and completely stabilize the portal, it is worth taking some risks.

"When are you going to act?" It asked.

"The plan is tonight, when the moon is high and the night insects are quiet." The hooded man said with a respectful expression.

"I promise you, lowly ants." Bartley quickly made a decision: "Sign this contract, and then go cheer, go jump, go be grateful, this is what I bestow to you."

With a wave of its hand, a already drafted contract appeared in its hand. It first wrote its name on it, and then threw it down.

This is the Abyss Soul Blood contract. Once signed, both parties cannot violate it. Once violated, they will usher in the bitter consequences of regretting their entire lives.

Bartley would not so easily believe a human being, so it looked down at the hooded man kneeling below with a grin.

Its huge palm was already clinging on the hilt of the flame sword, and if this human being below had the slightest hesitation,

Then its "Digen's Howl" would send him to hell!

But what it didn't expect was that the other party did not hesitate at all, and quickly signed his name on the almost slave treaty.

The contract also turned into two balls of light and entered into the heads of the two people respectively. Bartley felt that the contract had taken effect, and both of them were restricted by a special force.

"Very good, human, I hope you can really do as you said." Although Bartley was a little surprised, after seeing that the other party had really signed the contract, his tone could not help but soften a little, but the arrogance on his face became more obvious.

The hooded man respectfully saluted before turning around and leaving.

The Balor Flame Demon has been watching the other party's back disappear from sight, and then looked at the sky.

In just five days, when the portal is strengthened and completely stabilized, more powerful demons will be able to pass through, instead of being forced by the space door being too weak and only being able to pass through some weak guys.

......

The battle on the main battlefield is also very fierce. Both sides are trying to push the battle line towards the opponent's direction.

Life and blood here are as cheap as air, and are consumed at an alarming rate every moment.

In this vast battlefield, Highcliff Castle is like a reef standing in the sea, letting the storm sweep, the waves crash, and it still stands firm.

If the Six-Armed Snake Demon can barely have some resistance, then ordinary demons really have no power to fight back. The orc barbarians did not even attack them specifically. Just a wave of the giant axe can cut off them one after another at the waist.

The Lord is guarding at a gap deliberately left open by the Highcliff Castle steel formation. Every time he wields his sword, there are countless fresh flesh and severed limbs, and countless corpses have covered the earth.