Chapter 267 Chapter 264 The Impostor
“Boom.”
The two cavalry groups collided, their lances splintering, knights tumbling off their horses. The fallen riders quickly got back up to engage in one-on-one combat.
George fought fiercely, even expending magic power to unfold his light wings. His sword was suffused with white light as he cleaved down a demon cavalryman charging at him.
But individual heroism had limited impact on the overall battle.
More knights of Bartos fell, bleeding, and the number of knights beside George dwindled until he found himself alone. The demon cavalrymen raised their bright red spears, attacking him from all sides.
Worse still, powerful beastmen had infiltrated the ranks, preparing to join forces with the frenzied demon knights to behead George.
Outnumbered, with Old Bai gravely injured, George fell from his mount, reinserted his knight’s sword, and drew out two massive golden swords from his dimensional space bag. He repeatedly used Light Charge in an attempt to escape the encirclement, but the demon knights saw him as a challenger.
Under the blessing of the Blood God, their eyes glowed red, allowing them to see through all obstacles and lock onto George’s figure.
Kill him! Take his head! Only the strongest can hang the head of Dragon Slayer George on the tip of their spear.
The demon knights roared with excitement.
More than thirty armored demon knights surrounded George again, their bright spearheads thrusting toward him.
Ji Ma flew in the air, anxiously casting a powerful curse.
The shining spearheads and blades lost a fraction of their power. A curse devastating enough to collapse a mortal onto the ground would only do that much to the demon knights.
George felt some pressure relieved. He adjusted his angle, tilted his armor slightly to attack, wielded the enormous sword, and despite the attacks coming from behind, he struck the head of a heavily armored demon horse in half, then, gripping the sword, stabbed through a nearby window to take down another.
But at the same time, several scorching spearheads and blades struck him in the back, either slash or thrust.
George could only rely on his armor and divine protection to withstand the blows. His back armor sparked with countless sparks, and even red-hot iron shards flew off, burning the sacred scriptures taped to his armor.
George roared, briefly defending himself, then flapped his light wings and leapt up, cleaving towards the demon knight sitting atop the high demon horse.
To kill George for honor, the demon knights charged fearlessly, not retreating an inch in the face of the terrifying Holy Cut, launching quick, precise, and ruthless attacks.
In an instant, sparks and holy light intertwined, the center resembling a forge, continually splattering fiery sparks.
It was a brutal battle, a life-or-death struggle between George and the demon knights, whether George’s armor would break first and his bodily structure be destroyed, or whether the demon knights would all perish.
Ji Ma was anxious in her heart.
On the battlefield, surrounding and killing a strong opponent with high-quality cavalry forces was a common tactic, and common means it works.
In this world, no matter how strong a warrior is, they cannot fight alone; otherwise, there would be no organized armies, and no one would lead a guard unit into battle.
Let alone the fact that the ones fighting George were demon knights. Each one believed in the Blood God, had once been favored by the Blood God, with minds only filled with slaughter, easily ambushed or trapped, yet could rise from the trap and carve out a bloody path, facing brute force without fear.
“Get out of the way!”
Ji Ma shouted, throwing two jars of “potion” downwards.
The jars shattered, and the expensive extraordinary materials transformed into a dazzling mist, quickly expanding into glowing orbs, scorching the black-armored demon knights. The black armor heated and reddened as the demon knights engulfed by the light orbs finally couldn’t stand it and raised their hands to shield their heads.
One of the demon knights, whose chest had been split open by George, let out a scream and fell.
But that was about all.
Their thick armor, tough skin, and incredibly resilient bodies meant that the light orb, capable of incinerating mortals into ash, was merely a moderately damaging spell that could injure but not kill.
Ji Ma knew that preventing powerful demon knights from slaughter was not something she could rely on with area-of-effect killing magic, but she could buy George a second.
She was very clear.
In this dire situation, only a team of cavalry could come to the rescue, even a group of hot-headed, not-so-strong chivalrous knights would suffice to block the pursuing demon knights.
Ji Ma looked left and right, seeing figures rushing through the mist, including beastmen and even beastman heroes, all contributing to the glory of killing George.
“Where are the others? Have all those Bartos knights been killed?”
Fortunately, the chaotic light orbs somewhat slowed the encirclement from the beastmen. They lacked the conditions and will to push through the light orbs to beat George and instead avoided the erratic glowing spheres.
Ji Ma flew to another place, hoping to find reinforcements.
After all, George was holding off all the demon knights by himself, surely some sizable group of knights would come bursting out, and there had to be some reckless knights willing to die for George.
She flew for several hundred meters, seeing deformed corpses of knights and warhorses lying on the ground, with boulders continually crashing down, knights scattering in all directions to evade the falling boulders.
Ji Ma also spotted a few remaining Cup knights and quickly flew over to inform them that George needed rescue.
The Cup knights replied, “We can’t gather our forces.”
Just as the words left their lips, another kingdom knight was crushed by a boulder, prompting the knights gathered around the Cup knights to scatter once again.
“A bunch of useless fools!” Ji Ma shouted angrily. “You can’t even handle the demon knights and are running away, leaving my George to be surrounded. So useless, why not just crash into death earlier?”
“Succubus!”
“You still have the ability to get angry?” Ji Ma raised her middle finger. “What are you scared of? A bunch of indiscriminate falling rocks. If you all weren’t like the undead, fearing nothing, couldn’t you organize a unit to charge in and save him?”
Ji Ma was just talking nonsense. Humans instinctively avoid danger; otherwise, why would covering fire work? Only mindless puppets could slowly form lines in the stone rain thrown down by the cyclops, ignoring their comrades’ screams and the nearby boulders, following orders to charge as a group.
But what could she do?
Bring La Acanis over?
His career traits were totally unsuited for direct confrontation on the battlefield.
The Cup knights across from her fell silent, saying, “Unless a miracle happens.”
Ji Ma laughed in anger.
“What a waste of time.” Ji Ma flapped her wings hard and flew up into the sky, planning to seek out the Pegasus riders and griffin knights. Regardless of whether through charm or lies, she would gather as many as possible, as only the aerial troops could save George now.
As for where these aerial troops were? Perhaps they were at a more critical location on the battlefield, determining the outcome of the battle, but Ji Ma didn’t care; as long as George could be saved, so what if they all died?
At that moment, the rainfall of boulders from the cyclops suddenly halved.
Ji Ma hesitated slightly. Could it be that a miracle has occurred?
The halved boulders aimed at a group of ranger knights rushing to protect the cyclops’ final defense line.
Close-range boulder throws were deadly; the ranger knights were thrown off their horses. Even more frightening than the slaughter of knights was the pile of downed knights and rolling boulders obstructing the advance path for the knights behind.
The charge’s momentum was greatly reduced, and the last line of defense for the beastmen crumbled alongside the knights.
Among the fleeing knights was George’s brother, riding a warhorse, scrambling, his heart pounding against his chest armor.
The booming sound of boulders falling grew ever closer.
“Boom!”
Like thunder, an oval boulder smashed down next to him, crushing both a knight and his horse.
His heart nearly leaping out of his throat, he heard his mother’s voice crying for some reason.
Am I going to die here today? Like a crushed beetle.
Fortune favored him, the booming sound of the boulders receding.
He survived. George’s brother couldn’t believe it, touching himself to confirm no organs were missing. Nearby, there were many knights around him.
Safe.
George’s brother pulled on the reins, turning his horse’s head to look through the mist, glimpsing the tall and hazy silhouette of the cyclops.
What a terrifying monster! What kind of hero could slay such a creature?
The area around the cyclops was chaotic. He saw dozens of ferocious griffins and hundreds of pegasi diving down to attack the cyclops.
Among them was the great King Lionheart.
Under their ferocious assault, one of the cyclops fell in the mist, and George’s brother could even hear the screams of the beastmen.
The feet of the cyclops were surrounded by horned beasts and minotaurs, providing cover for the cyclops and engaging in battle with King Lionheart, greatly diminishing their lethal efficiency.
After all, whether pegasi or griffins, they couldn’t fly without a running start; there were beastmen below grabbing at legs and wings, perhaps only dragons could take to the sky.
A terrifying ball of lightning lit up among the cyclops, killing the beastmen shielding them, but it was far from enough.
George’s brother forgot his fear, shouting, “The king needs us!”
Just as the cyclops required ordinary beastmen for cover, so did King Lionheart and his aerial troops need ordinary knights as cover; that was how the left-wing ambush plan was formulated and how the boulders fell upon them.
Without blinding light, that bastard child didn’t know where he ran off to. What an honor it would be to fight alongside King Lionheart! I’ll be written into songs, I’ll be more glorious than him.
Out of jealousy and a craving for honor, his mind heated up, looking left and right, only to find few knights responding to his call.
No one.
He couldn’t charge at the cyclops alone.
George’s brother waved his sword, shouting, “Follow me! Charge again! One more charge!”
The cyclops’ killing spree cast a shadow over many knights’ hearts; few followed George’s brother.
A few knights, seeing George’s brother’s armor, came up to ask, “Are you George?”
The name of the impostor!
George’s brother angrily retorted, “No!”
They immediately turned around to leave. George’s brother looked back and found the knights who had been following him had also vanished into the mist.
It dawned on him. Without George’s reputation, how could he rally others? Heroes bring hope for victory, dispelling shadows in people’s hearts, but who was he?
Just an obscure chivalrous knight.
George’s brother shouted a few more times, but no one responded.
At that moment, ahead, figures emerged from the mist—knights gathered together, but they were headed away from the cyclops.
George’s brother hurried to catch up, and as he broke through the mist in his ultra-Gothic armor, someone exclaimed, “Dragon Slayer George?”
George’s brother gritted his teeth in anger but said, “We must fight alongside the king.”
The knights surrounded him, and an old knight approached, lifting his helmet to ask, “Are you George himself?”
George’s brother raised his visor, revealing a face somewhat similar to George’s, saying, “Indeed.”
After speaking, his face burned, and he quickly lowered his visor.
“George! It’s George!”
“George has come!”
George’s brother’s face grew hotter, shame overwhelming him. He raised his sword, turned his horse’s head, and charged toward the cyclops.
At this moment, he felt that compared to staying here, the cyclops’ boulders weren’t so terrifying.
If no one followed him, then so be it. He would rather be crushed by the boulders.
Behind him came the sound of hooves as people cried out wildly, “George is leading us!”
Scattered knights began to converge, forming a stream of iron at the tip of George’s brother, hurtling toward the cyclops…
