The lord is red again

The shield wall of the Rand soldiers was built into a steel fortress, and the smooth and shiny hemisphere directly met the charge from the Dragonized Royal Guards.

The first collision between the two sides was accompanied by a loud explosion.

They were the cavalry charge that truly belonged to this era. The spears and lances pierced through the shields like the long teeth of a hound, and the complete defensive formation was instantly torn open.

Lightning rolled overhead, and the lightning illuminated the two sides of the collision, representing the impact of multiple forces such as power, magic, and secret patterns, which caused ripples.

The first shield was smashed and shattered, and the fragments of the shield engraved with secret patterns chased the ripples and spread around.

The Dragonized Royal Guards successfully broke into the shield wall, but did not completely break through. After the offensive momentum was stopped, what awaited them was a counterattack.

The strong shield impacted, and some people were overturned.

A group of people and horses fell to the ground.

In the drifting black smoke, fighting and roaring resounded.

The cavalry of the palace closely guarded the huge building that no one knew what kind of terrifying thing was hidden. They were the strongest wall.

Unfortunately, the other dragonized soldiers were almost cleared out, and the lock formation had been formed. Linde not only had melee infantry and cavalry, but also archers quickly joined the battlefield and began to fire arrows and various alchemical weapons.

The spherical tortoise shell defense formation of the Rand soldiers spread out and launched an attack.

On the other hand, the dragonized cavalry covered with dragon scales fell into a 360-degree encirclement bombing. There was not enough open space for them to move. They were restricted and trapped in place, unable to exert their strength.

When a crack was pried open in the solid scales, it meant that the last line of defense was not far from being completely broken.

The dragonized cavalry began to retreat, so that they could slowly change from being attacked from both sides to only facing the enemy from one side.

The dragonized cavalry gave up the active charge and attacked, guarding the various entrances of the palace, turning the entire palace into an airtight eggshell fortress.

For the Rand soldiers who were on the offensive, it took more courage to charge forward. Siege warfare represented a large number of deaths, and they needed the courage to face danger.

If they charged forward, someone would inevitably die.

The commanders looked at Lind, whether to exchange more deaths for victory in the war or slow down.

But as the cheers came into the commanders' ears uninvited, they turned around and looked.

Wen Raven, holding a rapier, rushed forward quickly, and she was the spearhead and rushed to the front.

Wearing a close-fitting knight's light armor, Wen moved quickly. The rapier in her hand was like the sting of a poisonous bee. Every time she swung the rapier, a burst of blood would be spurted out.

From the absolute crushing of the high level, even if she was not good at strength, she could still harvest lives at a high speed.

A warrior who would not die, a warrior who would kill with one blow.

Perhaps from today to countless years later, many soldiers would think of Wen when they were mentioned as the most perfect assassin.

Because she would not die, she would have a second chance and a third chance if the first assassination failed.

Undead Knight Wen.

Many people have witnessed the battle between her and Lind at that time, and that battle almost plowed the surrounding open space several times. The main force of environmental destruction came from Lind.

Afterwards, Wen swore allegiance to Lind, which meant that Lind might be more powerful, and some people might even subconsciously look down on her.

But when the dragon-transformed Royal Guards, who almost crushed all the troops and were as invincible as a steel wall, were defeated by Wen at a speed almost like a massacre, they realized the difference between the two sides belatedly.

There may be differences between the strong and the strong, but there are also similarities, they are all stronger than themselves.

The bodies of dragon-transformed war horses, dragon-transformed cavalry, etc. piled up on the bridge, crowded in groups of three or two, and piled up into small hills.

The piles of corpses, unknown liquids and gurgling blood quickly wet the ground.

Wen stood alone in the middle of the road. She gently swung the rapier in her right hand, and the blood spilled on the ground along the trajectory of her wrist swing, leaving a clear radial red bloodstain.

He raised his left arm, stabbed the sword against his arm and clothes, wiping off the last bit of blood.

In front of the pile of corpses piled up by the behemoth, the figure holding the sword looked extremely thin. The strong impact of the body and the breath of death that hit his face made people tremble.

After a moment of silence.

"Charge!!" roared.

The war is still going on.

...

The defense inside the palace is more empty than expected. Only thunder echoes inside the magnificent building. Many stone pillars support the corridor of the palace, becoming the source of the swaying shadows under the lightning.

The Kingdom of Rand, which adheres to the aesthetics of "big" and "gold", is as majestic as ever in its architectural style.

Dense halls and palaces occupy every corner. Even if Goliath is put aside, the palace itself is a fully functional military building.

But it is a little different from what I imagined. The army did not encounter any obstruction in the palace. There were only some hunchbacked dragon-like figures wearing long skirts of court ladies staggering inside the palace.

When the soldiers raised their swords, the dragon-transformed people didn't even know how to dodge and were chopped down to the ground.

It was as if the body dragged by the barnacles was finally freed. Without wailing, it lay quietly on the ground to welcome its own death.

The army walked towards the highest building in the palace.

As they walked upwards, the rain fell again. The rolling thunderclouds drove the sporadic rain to fall. The rain hit Lind's face and flowed down along the contour of his cheeks.

Lind stood in front of the door of the King's Hall. The dragon-patterned door was lit by lightning, as if there were two evil dragons on the left and right, roaring at him.

Wen, Crystal Mage, Lance, Marcus, Renzo, Reed, Leo, etc., like Lind, they stood on the stone steps in the rain.

The lightning stretched their shadows.

Below were the Rand soldiers who were bleeding and wounded, but still holding their weapons. They were wearing dirty or broken armor and looked up at the figure who had walked to the front.

There was a tacit understanding in everyone's heart when they came here. There would be something waiting for them behind the gate in front of them, something powerful.

Lind turned and looked behind him. The wide road and stone steps were full of people, and some were squeezed to the edge.

The golden soldiers had filled this place.

You can see the soldiers' eyelashes trembling because of the rain, and you can also see the rain falling on the wide hat of the Crystal Mage, splashing water droplets.

Lind even thought that if there were undead here, maybe he could record it.

He turned his head to look at the gate, and the thunder and lightning were still dazzling.

The forked lightning once again lit up the gate, even splitting the night.

Boom.

The soldiers were shocked, and then they realized that it was not thunder, but Lord Lind who raised his hand and pushed open the dragon-patterned gate.

The light was like a sword slashing vertically along the axis of the picture, splitting the gate in half, the rain stopped suddenly, and the thunder also stopped for a moment.

It was as if the journey started from the Star Dragon Post, and all the encounters along the way were for this moment, and were all foreshadowing before going on stage.

The gate slowly opened, and the light became wider and wider.

At the same time, the thunder slowly subsided.

The general direction of the script is to develop in the direction of the plan, growing from weak to strong step by step, defeating evil and winning the final victory.

The difference is that it is not the undead who embarked on the journey but Lind, and the person standing here is also Lind.

There was no grand story of a stranger from another world setting out on a journey to defeat the Lord of Evil and save the world. Only Lind, who was also a representative of the evil villain, personally pulled the curtain open, and then forced himself onto the stage to perform regardless of anyone's emotions.

There was silence all around.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the door, trying to see what would appear from inside. They could feel the light emitted as the door was pushed open, and darkness was spreading in their hearts.

The sound of combat boots rang out, and Lind had already stepped into the door. His body was bathed in the flashing lightning inside the door. His shadow was twisted into a rope and then stretched out and thrown out of the door, throwing it on the stone steps.

Immediately, Lind's voice came from inside the door, and what he said made every soldier's heart sink to the bottom of the valley.

"Kurt, my brother, you look a little bad now."

In front of Lind was a huge monster, with a pair of broken wings that looked like a cloak drooping on its bulky and fat body.

It has four legs and is covered with thick scales, each of which is as strong as a Rand Greatshield.

It is difficult to take in the other's figure with the eyes, and the tail extends from the center of the sight to a farther distance that cannot be noticed by the peripheral vision.

Thunder roars above the top cover that has been lifted, and the light illuminates the huge figure.

Lind looked up at the behemoth that looks like a small sentry tower, and the pair of long horns raised high seem to pierce the sky.

Kurt Hedwin.

Now, he has transformed into a behemoth, a dragon!