Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence

Chapter 285: Chapter 137: Golden Light Knight · Unstoppable

Under the blood moon, the war between the Hesse Territory forces and the Two-legged Flying Dragon Legion became incredibly brutal.

From the high-hanging blood moon, the battle raged on into the darkest hour before dawn, lasting over eight hours.

Countless corpses piled up on and below the city walls, with the flowing blood converging into streams, ultimately turning into rivers of blood in the trenches.

These three trenches are crucial defensive works dug by humans, encircling the entire fortress from the front of the city walls, with two of them eventually connecting to the rushing Brionne River from the northeast and northwest.

The surging river water was originally sufficient to ensure these trenches had ample flowing water, washing away any monsters attempting to traverse these defenses.

If a Beastman Roar Beast Group were to attack this human outpost, hundreds of Horned Beasts and Inferior Horned Beasts might not even make it past these fortifications before being shot by the defenders.

Field fortifications are undoubtedly one of the most outstanding inventions in human tactics, providing humans with a significant tactical advantage in resisting various Evil Legion sieges.

Especially such interlinked defensive fortresses, with sharp caltrops planted before the city walls, and deep trenches in front of the caltrops, monsters couldn’t set up their ladders and would be washed away.

But faced with such a massive Monster Legion, even such a perfect defensive work was trampled flat by the monsters with their flesh and blood!

Countless corpses fell into the trench on the battlefield, blocking the channels and stopping the water flow.

The monsters crossed over these corpse-paved roads from the trench, climbing the wood walls with claws and launching an assault on the city walls.

Numerous slain bodies fell from above, pierced by sharp stakes below, yet they couldn’t stop the frenzied attack of these monsters, leading to a gradual buildup of flesh, creating a path for ascending the city walls.

Oerstein Knight had rushed to the front line, fighting fiercely on the wall to salvage the precarious defense line.

One reason for such a tense battle line was Sandarion’s relentless determination, when the monsters climbed the city walls, he decisively sent 4 Two-legged Flying Dragons to swoop down, cruelly tearing through the Half-Elf Archers and Dwarf Firearms Soldiers, striving to open a gap in coordination with the assaulting monsters.

As long as they secured a footing on the city walls, Sandarion would send the terrifying Human-Skinned Wolves. Once these strong and fierce monsters engaged in close combat, except for the Dwarven Mountain Shield Array being able to somewhat defend, all the human Armed Attendants were doomed to be slaughtered.

Not even the Elite Level Walking Knights might be able to stop an armored Human-Skinned Wolf!

Oerstein knew too well the dreadful outcome, so he personally wielded the Warhammer, repeatedly casting Divine Magic to strengthen the defenses of surrounding allies on the battlefield.

Following him in sharp counterattacks were two small squads of formidable Walking Knights, including one equally powerful Walking Champion Knight like Oerstein.

Whenever danger arose on the defense line, they rushed in immediately, having consumed over 50 vials of Endurance Potion.

Such a formidable battle edge indeed produced unparalleled effects, with two evil, cruel Two-legged Flying Dragons already completely killed by them, one massive body falling from the city wall, getting pierced by sharp stakes outside the city, four stakes entering its soft abdomen, leaving huge blood holes, draining nearly all the blood from its massive form, creating a blood pool. The other fallen body eternally lay on the cold city wall, like a small mountain covering numerous soldiers’ remains.

Dwarf Commander Dorglin panted heavily before Su Li, complaining: ”My Lord, our city wall is still too low, only three meters high, allowing monsters to flatten it with corpses. If we had a thirteen-meter-high wall, these monsters wouldn’t be able to attack even if they perished completely!”

At this moment, the powerful Dwarf Ranger was bathed in blood, the once green coarse hemp garment had turned dark red, the fresh blood splattered on him still steaming. This was the blood sprayed by the enemies he killed, having slain 117 enemies in this battle!

Even in this old world, the righteous camp is always besieged by evil armies, and in one great war, a powerful Champion Warrior slaughtering over a hundred enemies is an astonishing achievement.

Like Skaven Blood Fury, alone axing through a siege, slaughtering 999 enemies, those Divine Chosen are admired even by Khorne as outstanding servants.

The powerful demons never truly die; they are only banished back to the Demon Realm when defeated, always having a chance to burst forth from it if space rifts appear.

If Su Li has a long enough life, he might even fight this cruel demon again someday.

Dorglin’s physical strength cannot compare to a Demon’s Chosen One, and he returned to transport more gunpowder to replenish his ammunition, attributing half of his over hundred victories to the Firearms.

He couldn’t help but lament: ”Although we dwarves disdain elves’ arrogance, we must admit, given this dense monster situation, if a High Elf Mage could cast a Flaming Skull Spell, it might kill dozens of monsters in one go, clearing an attacking Beast Herd.”