Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 147
With crimson armor and death-driven horses galloping across the cloudy plains, there was no doubt that he had overcome the sun and long since cared.

The stench of blood all over the body has not dissipated from the most distant place to the tip of your nose.

When the pale knight attached to the team at an extremely fast speed, they would still marvel and draw their swords, but they never dared to step forward.

The smarter, stronger, and more experienced knight can see the gap, the gap between the enemy and himself at first glance.

Granset looked around, but didn't speak, but rode straight towards the dimension stone carried by the attendants.

It can't hurt him, and he's just using Warpstones to replenish his legion and heal his stupid colleagues.

Nock plucked up the courage to curse. "You demon, stop!" Even though he couldn't hold a sword with one hand, he still shouted.

The blood in his body is tingling, because of that terrible power, and also has its own reasons, complicated emotions pervade, but for Granset, there are too many heirs like this.

It's an understatement that he didn't even think of him as his own descendant. "You're disabled, I won't kill you, it's boring."

Nok's eyes filled with anger, how could he have encountered such insults since he became a knight. "I didn't!" He almost smashed the huge sword in his left hand, but it was soft and powerless.

The first-generation Granset didn't even use a weapon, it just turned sideways, as if avoiding flying insects.

Nock's face was contorted, because he swung the sword forcefully, and the sting caused him to fall off the horse.

Weak to no interest, this is the expression of that guy, all the knights looked at him vigilantly, until he was about to touch the Dimensional Stone, several kingdom knights mustered up their courage, or because they were kingdom knights they had courage.

One of the several lords led them and rushed towards Granset with a spear. Facing the charge that was enough to pierce the bat wolf's fur, the vampire just yawned.

In his full 700 years of life, how many times has he seen such an attack?

10? 20?

No, thousands of times!
And they all came here longing for his life!
But standing here, he is still fine!

Granset dodged. To him, the charging lance was as slow as a fly. Experience, body, and ability all stacked together.

But he just raised his own sword blade, leaning on it, relying on the impact and speed of the opposite horse, he cut off the horse's head, human head, and lance together.

Like a moment of magic in the eyes of mortals, the lord and his BMW left the mortal world.

The so-called fine-work plate armor, excellent chain armor, padded cloth armor, three layers with human skin, muscles, everything you see is cut open.

The scarlet liquid was sucked abnormally dry from the vampire's blade, and then he retracted his weapon, as if those strong men in full armor were fake, scarecrows.

"Ahhh!! For the lady!" A chivalrous knight frantically drew out his long sword. He may have been frightened crazy, or he may want to be honored. In Bretonnia, there are quite a few young people like this.

Granset just raised his hand and punched him. The knight on the horse didn't even have time to react, his head twisted abnormally, and his spine made a clicking sound.

Not human, not human-friendly, mail, plate, metal or whatever...

They have witnessed such a terrible heresy, but they are powerless. The ability of this blood knight has far surpassed that of mortals, even surpassing countless armies.

Squire, knight, who dares to go forward?step?
Granset gasped, and the only sound on the peaceful plain was the hooves of the black death horse.

In the distance, the high setting sun is down, and the plain is looking north. On the path leading to the castle, Roel is riding a mule, holding a gun high in his hand.

He spotted this strong man early on, because he went out almost as soon as he left the castle.

The whole team was panicked, but he didn't come over. He just walked straight to the location of the Dimensional Stone. Roel felt that something was wrong, but there was no doubt that the matter had been settled.

When Roel walked out of the castle and came to the main battlefield, he saw such a terrible situation, abnormal dead bodies, and the vampire count wandering in the courtyard.

Nok, who was lying on the ground, felt a bad feeling in his mind.

The range is enough, but whether to shoot or not, he doesn't think his gun can destroy the enemy, and...

The monster is angry, and the knights here are going to die!

This is a quarter of the Knights of Brionne!If all the hundred knights leave, Brionne will definitely suffer for a long time.

He doesn't dare to shoot!

"This monster!" Roel cursed secretly, and led people to watch from a distance. Others understood what his leader was doing, and how could he deal with a monster that even knights could do nothing about.

Bombs, gunpowder, or something else?Let's talk if you hit it!

Granset grinned as his fair fingers stroked the surface of the Primordial Stone, and the green stone reflected the knight.

"Where are your ladies, what about morality, a group of useless things, the group of knights a hundred years ago beat you countless."

"Hahaha, hahaha!" He plunged into the dimension stone with his hand, pinched it firmly with his fingers, and grabbed the huge stone that needed a horse to pull with one hand.

Then he walked towards the castle like no one else was there.

Lord Nok lay beside the horse, clutching his broken arm, and watched the powerful monster leave weakly.

The knights dare not speak out. His superhuman strength, terrifying temperament, and experience in the Hundred Years War, even if all the active people here are killed, they will definitely not be able to defeat him.

Roel watched the dimension stone being slowly taken away from a distance, and fell into thinking.

When Granset took the Dimensional Stone far away, it was almost enough for the knights to run away, and the knights were retreating like bereaved dogs.

"This position?" He gestured with his finger, the dimension stone about the size of a troll was extremely conspicuous on the horizon, and this distance was still within the range of the mortar...

He picked up the horn and blew it violently.

Gunners, knights, all raised their heads and listened to the orders with their ears.

A moment later the gunner shouted. "Fire at the dimension stone!"

Rumble, rumble, there was a roar of black powder, Granset's warrior instinct made him feel dangerous, and he looked around, but he didn't find who was attacking.

The vampire that the Bretonnian knight turned into still lacks the concept of black powder!
When he saw a black object falling beside him, the soil rolled and the hot lead exploded, his head buzzed.

"Who, who is casting spells?!" He yelled, and stood on the plain unscrupulously. His armor can absorb all kinds of mana in this world!
Then a black cannonball landed right above him... The dimensional stone burst, and the suffocating chaotic magic power spread out!

(End of this chapter)