The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

It is also the "Holy Barrier" that worldly weapons cannot pierce!

Bathed in the radiant Holy Light, knights and their escorts, holding their spears, fearlessly launched an unstoppable and fearless charge into the cannon fire!

The alliance army of the nobles was mostly composed of peasants, just like the Duke's army. They firmly believed that if they broke through the Duke's line, those muddy-legged peasants would disperse like beasts.

In past wars, it was always like this. They didn't need to kill everyone. After all, they were fighting their compatriots. Though they fought for the nobility, they still hoped there would be fewer deaths in this war.

After all, the blood that flowed was their own...

However, just as the Knight Order was halfway through their charge and about to crash into the Duke's army, the Holy Barrier that shrouded their heads suddenly disappeared!

Perhaps the merciful Divine was unwilling to see His people clash swords and let blood sully His holy feathers.

The golden celestial dome broke like a soap bubble, bursting with a "pop".

The charging knights did not even notice this deadly change!

Meanwhile, at the rear of the battlefield, a hundred priests who were devoutly chanting suddenly interrupted their prayers in unison.

They seemed to be hit in the soul by an invisible heavy hammer!

A hundred clergy members almost simultaneously fell to their knees in pain, clutching their heads tightly, blood seeping from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses.

"Ah..."

"My head!"

"Saint Sis above... please forgive your servants."

Some thought it was Heavenly Punishment from the Divine, enduring intense pain within their skulls, anxiously kneeling on the ground, praying.

A cavalry messenger rushed over, looking at the staggering group with wide eyes, unable to comprehend the situation in a panic.

Suddenly, he recalled that a few years ago, Duke Aaron Campbell fought demons in the Maze, and the priest group seemed to encounter a similar situation...

A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

Could it be—

He looked up sharply, but apart from the low-hanging dark clouds, there was nothing in the sky, or perhaps he just didn't see it...

At the same time, above the low clouds,

Qianqian fluttered her wings, floating in air, a strange smile hanging on her crimson lips, watching the bugs below with mocking eyes.

Under the blessing of "Eternal Nightmare," she, proficient in Spirit Magic, merely made a slight move, using "Soul Hammer" to interrupt the hundred priests' combined spellcasting.

Now, they were suffering the pain of a spiritual backlash, unable to cast spells for three days.

The last Queen of the Land of Nightmare was riddled with holes by Campbell's gunners under this group of priests' curses, and finally skewered upon farmers' long spears.

Now, it could be considered great revenge.

Only, a certain yellow-haired gorilla wasn't in that Knight Order.

This was Qianqian's only regret; if that damned Erin Campbell were also in there, it would have been perfect...

The Campbell knights didn't know they had already lost the sacred protection, courageously and devoutly charging toward death.

Within the Duke's battle formation, centurions of civilian origin unsheathed their swords, raised them overhead, and roared their attack.

"Fire—!"

The deafening roar erupted instantly!

Hundreds of "Roxey Rifles" emitted continuous steel roars, pouring round after round of a deadly rain amid the crisp "ding ding" sound!

The charge of the Trident Knights instantly froze.

The first to bear the brunt were thirty Silver Level knights!

Their proud swordsmanship and heavy armor appeared like paper in the face of the torrential bullets.

Even though the extraordinary power within them could protect their vital points, even though they could all chop down the incoming bullets, it was impossible to block so many bullets at the same time!

"Ah—!"

A Silver Level knight quickly fell, followed by the second, then the third... The pride of the Campbell people was thus smashed into bloody pieces along with their horses.

Not only Silver Level powerhouses fell, but also Fine Steel Level knights, and bronze or Black Iron Level escorts.

The five-hundred-member Knight Order was already reduced by half!

Watching their continuously fallen comrades, both Reville and Knight Commander Luclair's eyes turned red, roaring with fury, wishing to tear the gun-wielding soldiers to shreds.

However, their cries were not enough to cover the roar of the steel torrent.

The tumultuous rain of bullets, though temporarily unable to break through the Gold Level powerhouses' "Holy Power," had knocked down other knights and escorts behind them, turning them into a mess of rolling corpses amid chaotic hoofbeats and neighs.

In less than a minute, under the thunderous guns, the proud legacy of Campbell Duchy had vanished without a trace.

The whistling riding spears had not yet struck their opponents before being snapped into two by the merciless industrial fire, leaving only the sharpest tip flying uncontrollably.

With few left to surround him, Reville finally fell from his horse in hatred, rolling over on the frozen hard mud.

He recited Jelock's name, swallowed loyalty and blood into his throat, and engrained hatred into his reddened eyes.

I curse you—

If there's a next life, he would reincarnate on this land, but not as a knight, instead under another title, to regain all that was lost!

The last to fall was Luclair.

He was the strongest in the Trident Knights except for Commander Jelock, only a soul's breakthrough away from Platinum Level.

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