hero?it must be me

What's more, these attacks are at best half-servant knights?

The tide will only come up...

Nothing works.

That wave will only come up!

The war horses of the second formation are no less good horses than those of the first formation.

However, no matter how desperately these war horses spread their hoofs, the distance between the knights and the wave is still shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Whether it is a person or a horse, when facing the wave, Lancelot's order allows them to choose to flee in a legitimate way.

I want to escape, but I can't escape.

No matter how hard you try, it seems to be in vain.

All they can do is to run as fast as possible, and even faster...

Then, in order, they were overwhelmed by that wave of darkness... without discrimination.

What exactly is this?

no one knows.

But if you want to find a metaphor, it's easy.

【die】.

I don't know when it will come, I don't know what form it will take.

But you know it's always coming.

Be it today, tomorrow, this minute, or the next second, it will always come.

The process is full of countless unknowns.

The result is uniquely known.

Like a wave of death...

This is, the ghost thing that is chasing them!

"Please retreat to the third formation immediately!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"As long as you're still here, it's worth waiting for me!"

As he said that, the adjutant dropped the tip of his sword and was about to stab the ass of Lancelot's horse.

But for Lancelot, if he didn't want to, how could he let the sword hit.

With just one turn of the sword, he held the adjutant's long sword, and then exerted strength with both arms——

"Take those who can escape to the third formation, let them retreat immediately, and evacuate this area at full speed, and wait for me to bring my brothers back."

In mid-air, the adjutant who was picked up by Lancelot and flew into the distance heard Lancelot's steady voice echoing in his ears.

"If I fail to come back... I will report everything truthfully to the Holy Capital."

"——The coach!"

Before being hugged by the retreating sergeant at the forefront, the falling adjutant could only be seen, with azure blue light flowing all over his body, Lancelot holding a sharp knife, head held high, charging alone...

Overwhelmed by the tide.

-

Riding a war horse and crashing into the billowing thick fog, Lancelot did not lose an inch.

He has the consciousness to fight to the death, and at the same time maintains a clear mind.

The expected injuries did not come.

At the moment when he was engulfed by the dense fog, there was indeed a strange coldness that seemed to penetrate into his body through every pore, which made Lancelot feel uncomfortable.

But maybe the protection of the elves had an effect, and the creepy coldness only lasted for two breaths before disappearing.

Although it is still possible to feel the surrounding temperature is very low, colder than the wilderness, but at least, when Lancelot looks around, he no longer has the difficulty of stiff hands and feet like before.

Cautiously observing the surroundings, Lancelot realized a possibility as he saw the gloomy scene that looked like ghosts crying and wolves howling in the Nine Hells.

"Could it be that it's an inherent barrier...?"

Before he could ask for proof, a sound of hoofbeats came from not far away.

Along with the sound of the horse's hooves, there were roars and wailings from the fight.

Lancelot frowned.

He was familiar with those voices.

Soon, the sound of hooves and fighting approached.

Under Lancelot's vigilant watch, a group of knights in strong clothes rode their horses, slashing and driving away the howling resentful souls, while running out of the dark green mist in front of them.

Seeing Lancelot, they shouted almost in unison.

"Master!"

Lancelot's expression did not immediately show relaxation or excitement.

He examined these knights, and some possibilities emerged in his mind.

Could it be an illusion?

Could it be some kind of ruse?

You can't blame him for thinking too much, Lancelot has faced various opponents in his life, and naturally there are many cunning villains among them.

For an unknown pure-blooded dragon species, the thin information he had at hand could not allow Lancelot to immediately draw a conclusion on what he saw and heard.

"All, get out of battle!"

"Yes!"

Facing these well-trained elites, the resentful souls in the mist seemed a little weak.

Under Lancelot's order, the knights dealt with the resentful spirits nearby, and then quickly formed a team to confront the resentful spirits who dared not come forward at will.

Immediately afterwards, Lancelot called the current temporary commander among the knights, and asked several questions in succession, ranging from military affairs to personal matters.

In the end, when the temporary commander said loudly, "The album of my king in Sir Lancelot's tent is the latest issue!", Lancelot and these knights were sure that they were the real ones.

As for more complicated ideas, they don't have the time to do it now.

"That is to say, you are also involved in this field, but in the process of gathering people so far, you have only encountered the obstruction of those resentful souls?"

"Yes! Although there are brothers who were slightly injured due to the siege, most of them are in good condition!"

"..."

It was obviously good news, but Lancelot frowned more and more as he heard it.

What does it mean?

Just trying to delay our pursuit?

Lancelot couldn't help recalling the strong sense of oppression on Zheng Qi's body.

No, it's impossible.

Lancelot shook his head to himself.

That is simply a gesture of not preparing for any of us to go back alive.

"...Didn't you meet that follower?"

"No."

"How is the staff gathered?"

"It's basically here, but I'm not sure if there will be any new brothers involved."

Hearing this, Lancelot thought for a while, and was about to say something.

"Boom."

Suddenly, like a bell, a loud voice rang in everyone's ears at the same time.

"how?"

Lancelot looked up.

The knights didn't need him to say more, and they became alert.

"Boom."

In the mist, they were answered by another torrent.

Only this time, the voice seemed to be louder.

"Boom."

The interval was exactly right, and when the knights looked around, the bell sounded again.

Moreover, it was louder than last time, as if it was stirring their internal organs, and the moment they heard it, they even had the illusion that their bodies were trembling.

Meanwhile, the Cavaliers noticed a new anomaly.

"Master!"

"I saw."

With a sullen face, Lancelot looked at those resentful souls prostrated on the ground in the mist, as if they were worshiping something.

Following the direction where the dead souls kowtowed, Lancelot and the knights turned their heads to look at the same time——

"Boom."

In the deep shadows, two dim lights were suddenly lit.

Wrapped in billowing mist, the steel giant stepped forward, trampling once again with that shocking sound in front of the rebels who couldn't bow down.

"Everyone is here."

Zheng Qi looked down at the knights looking up at him.

"Then, let's begin."

Chapter 349 Chapter 49: Who are you messing with?

"Oh!"

The steel hands and feet turned into an invincible heavy hammer like divine punishment.

Urging the horse to run, but still unable to dodge in time, three more people didn't even have time to let out a dying cry, and they bloomed into blood-colored flowers.

"Ugh-"

At the same time, behind the giant god, accompanied by an all-out roar, more than a dozen spears made of fine iron pierced the air.

however……

"Dangdangdangdang..."

Those three-meter-long throwing spears, which were enough to pierce through heavy shields, could only be exchanged for crisp sounds like knocking on the knuckles on the mountain-like steel back.

"hateful!"

Witnessing with my own eyes that my spear-throwing looked like a wooden chopstick, it burst at the moment it hit the target, and some people in the team couldn't help cursing.

But no one would blame him for his moody expression.

Because at this moment, no one really has such leeway.

——Facing the [monster] in front of you, no one has such leeway!

"What about the captain? Throwing a gun doesn't work either!"

The knight who asked the question already had uncontrollable trembling and panic in his voice.

This can not blame him.

Because of throwing spears, these knights are already [the last dam].