Chapter 423 It doesn’t matter anymore
Charge, only charge.

This was the only thought in Arman's mind.

Without the help of the infantry, they had already lost the battle.

However, the opponent's Galar's thin horizontal formation was doomed to be unable to prevent the knights from escaping.

They could escape by continuing the charge, crouching on horseback, the heraldic banner of the three roses waving on the flagpole.

Behind the first line of battle formed by the Black Hat First Legion is the second line of battle, which is formed by the Black Hat Fifth and Sixth Legions.

"Son of a witch!" During the charge, the adjutant beside him cursed, "I was wondering why this warhorse couldn't run fast. Sir, look at the horse's legs."

Alman lowered his head and saw layers of white sticky spider silk hanging on the horses' legs and hooves. The more the horses ran, the tighter the silk became, so they naturally could not run any faster.

He suddenly realized that the sticky unknown substance they threw when they were charging at the Galar soldiers was spider silk bullets.

However, Arman and his men did not have time to dismount and clear the clues.

They entered the terrifying eighty-meter range, which was within the range of the Holy Gun.

However, Alman no longer had a knight to block the guns for them, and this time, it was their turn to face the terrible lead bullets themselves.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

As Jourdan's feather spear is swung down, the strong wind stirred up by the clockwork key will make the originally calm air agitated again.

In front of them and from the sides, wave after wave, three consecutive waves of lead bullets mixed with iron sand hit the knights from all directions.

The knights around you were charging forward and suddenly fell down. Even if they fell on the horse's back, you still have to pay attention to control the horse to jump in time, otherwise you will crash into your teammates.

By the time Alman charged into the second line of the Savior Army's formation again, there were only a little over 300 knights left.

There are still the charging knights and the still flying infantry monks.

But what was different from the previous time was that this time, an unusually large number of knights fell off their horses. Under the swinging of spears, axes and halberds, the horses' bodies were covered with dense wounds, and a knight was often pulled off.

The Holy Gunners were still reloading, but from the sound of the gears turning one could tell that time was running out.

Perhaps due to the influence of various previous factors, it was extremely difficult for Arman to break out this time, and even his calf was pierced through by a lead bullet.

Thick blood flowed down his calf onto the ground, but he didn't feel much pain due to the effect of the potion.

The knights who struggled to break through the second-line Salvation Army line and followed Alman to the third-line battlefield were obviously much fewer in number.

Panting, Arman shook his head to suppress the dizziness caused by the potion: "How many people are left?"

"More than two hundred people, sir, and there are only sixty-seven Royal Knights left!"

"Damn, damn!" Arman had prepared himself mentally, but he still didn't expect the casualties to be so heavy.

When we broke through the first layer of the horizontal formation, we only lost about eighty to ninety people.

It was probably because they had been blocked by layers of spider silk and devil's wind that their horses could not speed up, which led to such serious consequences.

Previously, on the battlefield of the kingdom, when he led 600 cavalrymen to charge into a thick formation of fifty rows, he only lost more than people and a dozen Imperial Order Knights.

This horizontal formation was only six rows long, and they had twelve rows in total, which was less than half of the large square formation, yet they suffered so many casualties.

Although Mizam's practice was not very good this time, his judgment of the Savior Army was extremely accurate.

"Keep charging out." With the hope of escape just before his eyes, Mizam's depressed mood improved a lot. He gritted his teeth and glanced at the sun gear flag, "I'll report to the Pope and ask him to mobilize the Shi's army!"

Now, with the casualties of the Imperial Order Company, coupled with Prince Kongdai's face, as well as his first-hand knowledge of the Salvation Army's situation and his brilliant writing skills, the destruction of the Salvation Army is a foregone conclusion.

At the same time, Arman was also looking at the sun gear flag. He memorized the pattern and raised the flag in his hand to point forward: "Everyone follow me... the Holy Father's ass! What is that?"

All the knights turned their attention to the last line of soldiers.

what is that?
The black smoke was blown away by the wind, as if a curtain had been lifted, revealing dozens of fireball crossbow carts standing quietly.

There is a wizard standing behind each fireball crossbow, and the fireball emitting hot air has already condensed at the top of the staff.

They were at their leisure, holding their breath, waiting for that final moment.

"Holy Father, you have to be kidding me!" Arman screamed in a broken voice.

The hammer struck down, the mechanism and gears rotated, the bowstring bounced, and a red dragon's breath fireball condensed with flames instantly rushed towards the more than 200 knights.

The tail flame of the fireball drew a dazzling track in the air. Just now, only the flame could be seen, but now it had already reached my face.

It was only fifty meters away, but the fireball crossbow was so fast that Alman had no time to dodge.

"Sir Arman!" Several imperial knights of the royal guard jumped up, and the horses under them made a crisp sound of broken spines.

Alman subconsciously raised his hand to stop him, but was pushed off the horse by his men and Huolang, and even his helmet flew off.

All fifteen red dragon breath fireballs in stock exploded, and the charging knights were engulfed in flames and black smoke. They screamed and flew up, falling to the ground with their bodies on fire.

The exploding fire dragon swept through the air, and dozens of knights were burned on the spot.

Mizam was not as smart as Arman. He was hit by a fireball on the back of his head. He was deprived of oxygen while unconscious, and then his whole head was engulfed by flames. The horse under him did not realize that his master was dead, and continued to run on the battlefield with the flaming skull on its back.

The knight in the flames was forcibly cut into several pieces by the flames. Seeing this, the purple-faced mercenary knights could no longer endure it and started shouting: "Arman is dead, Arman is dead!"

"Nonsense, Knight Lingya is not dead!" Several guards immediately stood up to refute the rumor.

Their refutation was of no use, because at this moment, Alman's horse was covered in flames and roared in pain, rolling and running in the center of the battlefield, trying to extinguish the terrible flames with the wind.

The knights who were originally trying to attack and fight on the periphery lost all their will to fight the moment they saw the burning horses.

Even the invincible Arman has fallen, what's the point in continuing to fight?

To make matters worse, when the morale of the church army collapsed, the holy musketeers of the two legions of the third-line guards gathered together and opened fire.

The flying lead slid under the sky, and the knights, slowed down by the flames and their spears, axes and halberds, fell on their horses in panic.

The lead bullets whizzed and collided with each other, and shot into the flesh and blood. The smell of burning and steaming blood filled the nasal cavity.

Crows descended from the sky, eager to feast on the heated blood.

The knights, who had been barely maintaining their formation, immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Only the Imperial Order Knights were still trying to escape by charging towards the flanks, but they were greeted with a dazzling burst of thunder.

"Uuuuuu——"

"Charge!" The charge horn sounded again, but this time it was the Savior Army that blew the horn.

Marching in neat steps and with their spears laid flat, the Savior Army infantry monks began their usual charge.

Pushing away the guard whose back was burnt by flames, Arman struggled to get up. His palms were burnt by flames and his calves were pierced by lead bullets.

On the battlefield where knights and lead bullets were flying, the sound of footsteps of the Black Hat Legion turning around and trying to attack from behind could be heard from behind.

The ground and bushes were burnt black, and in the gray light and shadow, there were drifting flames and dead branches stained with flames everywhere.

Like hellfire.

The dried blood on his face cracked and Alman laughed silently. His knights did not engage any cavalry as they were pinned to the ground by the wizards and infantry.

He was confident that if Prince Condé were in his position, he would still be defeated.

The only difference is probably that Prince Kongdai was able to rely on his extraordinary martial arts to fight his way out with dozens of personal guards.

The Dunjar Phalanx had already sounded the alarm, but the arrogant knights were still indulging in their past glory.

"Boom——"

A blazing white light rose from not far away, and a Valkyrie-like knight with electric snakes wrapped around his body walked slowly towards them.

After getting rid of the fighting local knights, Jeanne finally arrived at the battlefield in time and stood in front of Armand.

She wore a breastplate wrapped in white cloth with a gilded cross, and the neck guard rested on her chin, preventing her from lowering her head. She could only look sideways downward at Arman.

"Arman, you have committed a devilish crime. The Holy Father has sentenced you to death. Do you accept the punishment?!"

The electric snake struck the forehead of the unhelmeted guard, causing the knight who was attacking with the sword to instantly stand at attention and fall stiffly to the ground.

"Don't move, go back." After scolding the guards, Armand slowly walked towards Jeanne.

The Holy Gun Cavalrymen nearby immediately took out their Holy Guns and aimed them at Arman.

"No, let him come over."

Alman limped forward, and the most charming smile of his life appeared on his handsome face.

"Witch, witch, the most beautiful rose has the most poisonous thorns." Arman stopped in front of Carrot's horse and looked at the young knight in front of him.

"Smooth talk!" Jeanne snorted coldly. Lightning struck, leaving black cracks on the wooden pole. She raised the lance and aimed it at Arman.

"Beautiful lady, maybe you don't believe it, but the first time I saw you, I felt that my disgust towards witches was probably unnecessary. I will definitely fall in love with you."

"No need." Jeanna's eyes flashed with tenderness. "Whether I am a witch or not, I already have... You, the knight, are so rude!"

Alman was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled: "Then I must meet him. Adding a witch's name to my roster is my lifelong wish."

"Indecisive and dirty!" Jeanne cursed in dissatisfaction.

With his throat pressed against Jeanna's lance, blood flowing from the tip of the lance to his collarbone, Arman stopped smiling, raised his head and asked without any sadness or joy: "So, the era of glory has come to an end, right?"

"Your glory is fake." With two dark circles under her eyes, Jeanna's eyes were filled with the luster of electric snakes. "The era of knights has ended!"

When the black smoke cleared, the guards fled all over the mountains and plains, while the knights jumped into the water in panic as they were chased by the hussars.

A gear-shaped sun flag was wandering on the battlefield, and wherever it went, there were thunderous cheers.

"Maybe. Anyway...it doesn't matter." Closing his eyes, Arman took a step forward with relief.

(End of this chapter)