Dark Soul Moon

He forgot something important.

Although Ashes was moving forward, his thoughts were spinning rapidly.

What did I forget?Ashes thought.

That's something very important to me.

His intuition told him.

However, no matter how Ashes tried to recall it, that piece of memory was always blank, as if it had been erased by someone.

He still remembers his experience in Losric, including the people he met on the road - Hawkwood, Jack Baldo, Carula...

However, one important figure is missing.

That figure was important to him.

But Ashes couldn't recall.

His eyes sank.

Someone had tampered with his memory.

Ashes immediately locked the target on the dark serpent.

When he was in Greece, his sanity was swallowed by the abyss for a period of time, and he was probably passive at that time.

"Ashes, ashes?"

Morgan's voice woke him up.

"The first node has arrived."

She said.

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Artoria rode her own steed—the famous horse Don Stallion, holding the holy lance Lungomigniad.

Looking at the Roman heavy infantry phalanx waiting in front of her, she took a deep breath.

If you just lead the cavalry to charge directly, you will definitely suffer heavy losses.

therefore--

"Rhongo-myniad!!!!!!"

A dazzling beam of light condensed on the tip of the Holy Lance. He raised the Holy Lance horizontally, and then the thick beam of light shot at the Roman heavy infantry phalanx.

"spread!"

cried the Roman commander in a mournful voice.

Why did the spies sent to Britain not get this information?

The king of Britain possesses such a powerful weapon, but the information sent back has no relevant information at all.

Are those spies all idiots!

The commander thought through gritted teeth in his heart.

"The king of Britain is good at commanding troops, and his own strength is not as strong as the rumors say."

"Its weapon is only a long sword that has never been unsheathed, which is suspected to be a ritual sword."

This is the relevant information passed back by the spies.

Then, the commander looked at Arturia who had pulled down her visor, held up her holy spear, and was about to lead the cavalry to charge, and wanted to kill the spies in her heart.

"Cavalry, charge with me!"

The king's voice reached the cavalry standing behind her.

Everyone pulled down their visors and raised their lances.

Then the earth trembled as the British cavalry charged.

The Romans' heavy infantry phalanx was forced to disperse because of the liberation of the Holy Lance. Naturally, the threat to the cavalry was greatly reduced.

Although after dispersing, the Roman commander hastily ordered the soldiers to regroup.

However, it was too late after all, and only a part of the Roman soldiers regrouped into a Roman phalanx.

He was furious in his heart, and then ordered: "Roman phalanx, throw spears!"

Looking at the British cavalry charging over, the Roman commander knew that the team must not break up, otherwise the massacre of the cavalry would follow.

Although the Roman soldiers at the rear have not yet regrouped into a Roman phalanx, the Roman soldiers at the front have already assembled.

The galloping momentum of thousands of horses was reflected in the eyes, and the Roman soldier in front took down the javelin hanging from his waist, and then made a throwing motion.

The well-trained Roman soldiers knew that they must not disperse at this time, and must slow down the speed of the cavalry, otherwise let alone them, the Roman soldiers behind would definitely be pierced.

Therefore, although the legs are trembling, the hands are steady.

"First team javelin, throw!"