Blood tax

Chapter 486 Did you defeat my Griffith first, or did I dismantle your wrecked ship first

The phalanx of the rebels was attacked by the cavalry, showing a large gap in the formation, and the soldiers along the way were rushed to pieces.Even a small number of hybrid experimental subjects hidden in the team were stronger and stronger than humans, but they were crushed by the cavalry and died tragically on the spot.

The fallen Desai dropped his lance and grabbed a shield to protect himself.His teammates had rushed over, leaving only him and the corpses of wounded soldiers on the ground.

Fortunately, the rebel army in front of them was also dispersed, and no one paid attention to the second-level squad leader who was alone.He cautiously guarded and guarded, trying to find a chance to join the large army.

Because of this, he was on high alert and suddenly noticed an indescribable abnormality - so uneasy, extremely hazy, as if there was a deadly hunter lurking nearby, waiting for the moment when the prey fell into the trap.

Where does the danger come from?

Desai listened carefully.He heard the sound of turbulent water, the roar of splashing and breaking when the waves hit the shore, and the water of the Dengsa River not far away was rising rapidly!
The river is not deep, and Bayeran's army only crossed the river in the morning. How could it suddenly flood at this time?However, no matter how inexplicable it was, Desai could clearly feel that the river was becoming more and more turbulent, and it was actually overflowing the river bank.

This is a trap!
Desai immediately realized that it was a trap for the rebel monsters to force the commander of Bayeran to lead the cavalry to launch a counterattack!The moment when Captain Griffith, the Hand of God, left the main position to challenge the monsters, it was the right time for the enemies hidden in the dark to launch a surprise attack!
Just then, Desai spotted groups of cavalry, dragoons, and hussars appearing in the distance.They maneuvered around the river bank to the right flank of the rebels, broke through the formation with one blow, embedded deeply into their core, and then broke out of the formation.

One by one, the squadrons are regrouping under the banner, ready to charge again.

However, it was also at this time that the Dengsa River in the rear was rising at a frightening speed, which cut off the cavalry's retreat.

The cavalry unit led by Griffith has been surrounded by the rebel troops and the river!What kind of skill and strength will the enemy in the dark use to make him challenge the hand of God and the elite cavalry he swung down? ?
"Captain! Back!" Desai screamed heart-piercingly, completely ignoring the danger that such a shout might bring to himself.

However, he just yelled, and found that his throat was strangled by a void and powerful force, and he couldn't make any sound.

Desai heard the illusory sound of horseshoes, but he couldn't see it, but it was approaching step by step in an incomparably real way.Fog poured out of nowhere.In the deep darkness, a tall black horse and a knight in black robe and plate armor slowly stepped out.

At the moment of witnessing this living creature, the fighting spirit and rationality in Desai's heart collapsed like ice and snow meeting a raging fire.The din of the battlefield became a stagnant murmur.

A bone-like long sword hangs from the knight's saddle, and black clouds like mosquitoes and flies gather around it and never disperse. Just casting one's sight away makes one feel the dank breath of death.He emerged from the mist, and tilted his head to look at Desai who was standing frozen on the ground. His breath was extremely terrifying and cold, but there was an unspeakable distortion and restlessness.

"Isn't this Desai?" The black horse rider's voice was filled with weird joy, but there was no doubt that it was joy, "I thought you were killed!"

Is this the voice of Gilles de Ace?Desai took a moment to react.However, the rider of this black horse was far from his past companions in terms of size and aura.

"boom--!"

Suddenly, an earth-shattering roar rushed straight into the sky, and a yellow-brown torrent surged, rolling in muddy yellow mud.The Dengsa River unexpectedly rolled up a huge wave several meters high, sweeping towards the battlefield.

In the sound of the turbulent waves, it seems that the thick and crazy breathing is still echoing, enveloping the overwhelming darkness, trying to swallow up all vitality.

Before being submerged by this flood, Desai's whole body was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.Because, between the turbid waves and the dark sky, he clearly saw a giant ship with towering black sails.

The vertical and wide bow, the streamlined hull and the terrifying ram are tearing the barriers of the plane from the empty river. The black sails fluttering in the wind are like the banners of ghosts and ghosts. The mighty momentum that blocked it crushed it.

The ghost ship - "Aronbis" came to the battlefield.

In the hunting wind, the ghost ship was covered with huge black sails, and the terrifying howling sound enveloped the sea.Its speed was extremely fast, and it turned the huge and solid hull across in the blink of an eye.As the shields were raised one by one, patches of orange-red light suddenly lit up under the dark sky!Immediately afterwards, thunder rolled, gray smoke surged, turbulent and loud, a long whip whipped the ground, and instantly reflected the water surface red.

The sixteen heavy cannons on the side of Alombis fired at the same time, tearing a cliff-like auditory fault in the air.The entire battlefield was overwhelmed by the sudden attack and momentum, shaking violently amidst the dense roar of the wind.

Desai was knocked to the ground by the strong wind.Dense artillery shells flew over his head and hit the assembly point of the Bayeran cavalry.

Flesh and blood flew, men and horses neighed, and the unprepared cavalry and the nearby rebel phalanx were swept away by shelling, setting off heart-piercing screams and groans.

……

Galadia, who was staying at the headquarters of Borodino Dwarf Hill, has been paying attention to Griffith's movements.She first saw that the cavalry easily smashed a phalanx on the right wing of the rebels. Then, just as the cavalry reorganized and prepared to attack again, the river surged, and a giant ship shrouded in the breath of death came out brazenly. It was a salvo of cavalry and rebels.

"What it is!?"

Witnessing this tragedy, before Galadia could respond, the command staff around her subconsciously exclaimed.This mysterious giant ship of the dead blatantly crushed the audience, causing mortals who looked directly at it to feel sharp pains in their brains, and their whole bodies were weak and weak.

"what--!"

Some spiritually sensitive low-grade magic students directly triggered their fear, screaming and running around with their heads in their arms.Even their fear emanated in the form of an illusory black mist, drifting in the direction of the ghost ship.

Berthier's face was pale. He had conceived more than a dozen plans for the intervention of third-party forces, but he did not expect that a gunboat would sail out of thin air on the Densa River with limited water depth.

"Calm down, huh, calm down," he panted quickly, suppressing the restless fear and panic, and said to the elf lady beside him, "The battle situation is too unfavorable for our soldiers, we must recall Griffith as soon as possible to cover him troops withdrew."

Galadia was not a member of the command, and as an elf, she was a guest of Byelan's army, not the commander.Berthier's words are just out of respect from all aspects.After finishing speaking, he wanted to summon the messengers and give the order to retreat.

"Do not."

Berthier thought he had heard wrong at first.

Miss Elf's clear voice had a decisiveness and momentum that he didn't know.At this moment, the soft waist-length hair also flew up, and the always happy and beautiful eyes gleamed with noble determination and cold indifference.

She took off the longbow on her back, drew out a green arrow, and swept lightly at Neferti beside her.

"Ouch~"

The silver-haired girl suffered from pain, and a shallow wound was drawn on her fair arm.The blood-stained arrow suddenly burned with a silver flame, like starlight.

Galadia raised her longbow and said to her companions:
"Don't underestimate Griffith."

As soon as she finished speaking, she bent her bow and shot an arrow, a dazzling golden light erupted between the bowstrings, turning into a bright light like a phoenix flapping its wings, breaking through the clouds, and reflecting the dark sky into a pure golden brilliance.

The light flashed, and the arrow wrapped in psionic energy emitted a deafening sonic boom, piercing the distant ghost ship like a meteor.

The arrow was like a blazing flame, and the glow was like weaving. The moment the arrow light hit the ghost ship, it seemed to tear open an invisible and strange barrier, piercing the hull of the ship!
The moment it hit the hull, the golden halo exploded, causing bright ripples on the water surface.The majestic giant ship actually exploded a large amount of ink pus under one blow, dyeing the water surface into pitch black.Countless crumbs and organ-like dirt shot straight into the sky, and then fell down in pieces.

"As you can see," Galadia stood proudly with her long hair flying in the strong wind, "Miss Neferty has a spiritual connection with Alombis, the ship of the dead. The space-time beacon of the ship's arrival. And her blood is enough to invalidate the shield of the ship of the dead."

She gracefully drew out the second arrow, and lifted it up in front of her lightly, scaring the silver-haired girl back.However, what Galadia was staring at was the direction of the giant ship of the dead:

"Come, Naila von Kumansha,

"It was you who beat my Griffith first,
"It was I who took down your broken boat first."

(End of this chapter)