The change appeared amidst the mournful howls.
In other words, the absolute combat power that Gibran can rely on, and the troops that he really cares about are these beast-like fanatics howling in the blood mist!
Now he is also standing in this thick blood mist, and the power of madness and venom makes him intoxicated.
This is power.
Belongs to his strength!
It seemed to bring him back to the past, when he was facing one of the main forces of the Silver Plate Kingdom, he was given the power by that existence, and then led the troops to easily wipe out the main force of the Silver Plate Kingdom!
That's right, even if the whole army was wiped out, he could still clearly remember how he tore apart the knights' bodies.
It's as easy as tearing up little chickens.
"Hey hey hey hahahaha—"
Gibran let out a weird laugh.
Even though the thick blood mist was eroding his body, making him look less human, his skin turned bloody and naked, his figure was also growing, and sharp teeth and claws were also growing.
He's taking on that dreaded demonic form.
And that has been cut off.
But slowly condensed in the blood mist, a brand new left hand!
This is the sacrifice of thousands of people, who have successfully communicated with the great existence under the death penalty mountain. It was that existence who gave Gibran a new arm, but also issued new orders.
Bloody arrogance erupted from Gibran's body, and his voice sounded like a roar: "Kill them!"
"Kill roar—"
A sound almost like a roar of a beast also appeared.
A breeze blows.
The blood mist dissipated.
But what appeared on the battlefield was the burly figure that was already half-deviled, with bulging muscles and tight black robes, a body close to 2 meters, like a powerful servant of hell!
They have fallen into the power of hell and become servants of the abyss.
3000 semi-demonic zealots onward.
The longsword and hatchet in his hand were clenched tightly.
But like a toy.
But with that thick arm, it will be more lethal when swung, and the fighting power will be stronger!
And right next to it, the cavaliers who had been shot by the short javelin a little, and there were 900+ knights left, also changed their appearance drastically, including the war horse under the crotch, muscles all over the body, and sharp teeth appeared in the horse's mouth.
Their eyes are all scarlet, full of madness and bloodthirsty!
It is not so much a force of human forces.
rather...
Troops of the Abyss!
A terrifying army that has been eroded by the power of the abyss and is completely half-demonized!
Then, following the roar of the commander Gibran, he slowly stepped forward. After a little shaking, the speed of the entire army began to move faster and faster, as if the ground was shaking when running!
This reminded Kant of the army of high-ranking gnolls he encountered when he was still weak.
"It's... interesting!"
The king's sword in his hand was pulled out instantly.
point forward.
An order resounding through the space also appeared in the mouth: "Attack!"
"Attack!"
"Attack!"
"Attack!"
The captains of a series of troops responded one after another.
The troops, which were already ready to go, were all ready. They moved slowly, formed a dense formation as before, and headed towards the half-demonic fanatics who were rushing forward!
If semi-demonic fanatics are a tsunami.
Well these Rhodoks.
It is the embankment!
The broad shields are erected, arranged in a neat and solid low wall, and there are sharp spears at the rear and at the top, which can be lowered at any time for the sharpest and most cunning stab!
There are also those Rhodok sergeants with better defense and stronger combat effectiveness.
Holding a two-handed machete like a halberd.
stride forward.
His arrogant appearance simply ignored these semi-demonic fanatics.
For these Rhodoks, even if these fanatics seem to be semi-demonized and have amazing fighting power, no matter how amazing they are, can they still compare to the hordes of Swadians, who are invincible torrents of iron cavalry
However, they are still a group of heavy infantry, but they are a little stronger and their combat effectiveness is a little stronger!
As for the Knights of those fanatics.
Naturally, one's own cavalry will deal with it.
Groups of desert robbers rushed over, throwing the short javelins in their hands fiercely, even at a very short distance, regardless of their own danger, throwing at the half-demonized knight attendants.
These desert robbers are killing the enemy with their own lives.
But something changes.
If the short javelin didn't hit the vital point directly, it would no longer be able to directly kill those knights and knight attendants.
Some people even had a few short javelins stuck all over their bodies, and they were still mobilizing their horses to catch up with the desert bandits at a faster speed. Even the man and the horse were cut into two sections, and blood was spilled on the ground.
In just a few moments, even in less than a few tens of seconds, hundreds of desert bandits were hacked to death under the hooves of these semi-demonic knights and knight attendants.
As for those semi-demonized knights and knight attendants, less than fifty people died in battle!
Quality trumps quantity.
There was a bit of panic in the eyes of the desert robbers.
Although the spears and scimitars in their hands could still hit these knights, even if they cut off the chain mail, it was as if they were cut on wood, and were directly blocked by the jumping muscle layer, and even the bones were injured. less than.
This is the embodiment of insufficient damage.
In other words.
The current battle is no longer something these light cavalry can intervene in!
And in an instant, these desert robbers also began to disperse under Bestur's scolding, just like the wounded Kujit light cavalry unit, scattered towards the surrounding flat area like a pack of wolves, without continuing to fight hand-to-hand .
For the Kujit people, the so-called chivalry does not exist.
They are a pack of wolves!
Seeing the opportunity, he jumped up and bit the opponent hard.
If the opponent is so powerful that he has a few teeth broken out, then it doesn't matter, just disperse and retreat.
Because next, stronger friendly forces began to act. Those Sarande riders who wore Sarande armor and possessed more superb fighting skills, were led by Mamluk, who was full of heavy armor with man and horse. Charge!
These are the real main force of the cavalry, and the desert bandits are just light cavalry.
The reason why Kant brought.
It is because of the large number that they can be used as scout cavalry and harassment cavalry.
At critical times, it can also act as a food requisition team, scatter out to grab food, or protect one's own logistics supply line. The role itself is not to rush directly to fight the enemy fiercely!
Now these iron cavalry of the Salanders are the real main force of this expedition!
Able to hedge head-on.
There is no fear of the powerful combat power of those semi-demonized knights.
Because the weapons in the hands of this group of cavalry are shining with a slight golden light, as if they are attached to some kind of wonderful power, the status spell from the Enfarth Empire.
"Sharp Golden Blade!"
(end of this chapter)