Chapter 1310

"Kill! Avenge our brothers!" A soldier of Eternal Night, tears streaming down his face, raised the war blade in his hand and even deliberately picked up a broken blade from the ground.

He had also watched helplessly as his brother died beside him, but that brother—had used his own body to shield him from the blast. All he could do was watch helplessly as a large patch of flesh and blood on his brother's back was torn apart, and then slowly await death's arrival.

He had to avenge that brother; he would slaughter every one of those despicable Westerners!

"Kill!"

One after another, soldiers of Eternal Night awoke from the nightmare, each with a firm gaze and clenched teeth. They recalled that their survival was not all due to luck—much of it was because their comrades had sacrificed themselves, and only then were they able to narrowly survive.

If even they gave up, what would become of the brothers who died for them? Were they to have died for nothing?

17　They must not have died in vain! They are still alive! They can avenge their fallen brothers!

Their hearts roared! Their fighting spirit was roused! Their hot blood boiled.

"Kill them!!!"

The brothers who died under the magic cannonballs were limited in number; the enemy mainly chose to attack Colin Fortress. But what the Holy Kingdom's army did not expect was that, under the Holy Fire's devastating strike, these fellows still had the courage to fight.

If it were themselves, they would probably have already been scared out of their wits, with no fighting spirit left. Of course, artillery fire could not extinguish the fighting will in the hearts of the soldiers of the Eternal Night Legion, because from the moment they overcame the nightmare, they suddenly realized they were not living for themselves alone—they were also living for their friends. What they carried was not only their own hope, but everyone's hope!

"The fallen brothers absolutely must not have died in vain!"

"Avenge them!"

"Killing one is too much of a loss! Killing two is just right, killing three is a profit! Haha."

"Let these Western Region people see how formidable we are!"

"Don't think being able to use cannonballs is something great. If you've got the skill, then step over your father's corpse!"

All faith and hope, at this very moment, transformed into a single word—Kill!

Before the broken walls of Colin Fortress, because there was only one breach, all the Holy Kingdom troops could only attack here. Correspondingly, the remaining Eternal Night Legion also chose to defend this spot to the death, each one glaring ferociously and gripping the war blade tightly in hand.

"Want to get past? Fine! Step over your father's corpse!"

"Today it's either you die or I perish!"

The first to arrive was the Holy Kingdom's cavalry corps, holding knight lances and wearing battle armor with decent defensive power. This was also why knights countered infantry—high mobility, obvious weapon advantage, plus defensive power; all these advantages combined clearly made them a cut above ordinary infantry. However, what now stood in their way were the soldiers of the Eternal Night Legion.

When a man embraces a determination to die in battle, then he shall be invincible!

The attackers were cavalry, and the Eternal Night soldiers also knew that the war blades in their hands were no match for the enemy's lances. But cavalry also had flaws when charging—that was their fixed direction. Once they began accelerating into a charge, they could only go forward; during this time, the lance in hand also could not be lowered too much, otherwise it would very easily stab into the ground, causing both rider and horse to tumble head over heels.

To defeat the enemy, they could only evade the enemy's charge and launch attacks from the flanks.

Even facing a massed charge, if they did not evade, they would only be trampled to death by the endless stream of warhorses.

Dodge the lance's attack, and when the enemy passes by, seize the moment to deliver a fatal blow!

Although the enemy's battle armor had excellent defensive power, the joints between the armor's sections were extremely weak. Attacking these spots would have the same effect.

There was another method: attack the warhorse beneath the enemy. The warhorse had no defense at all on its body; as long as they attacked the warhorse, they could make both rider and horse tumble head over heels.

In an instant, the Eternal Night soldiers had already made their decision!

Kill!

The charging cavalryman had his lance already aimed at the soldier, a vicious grin on his face, thinking that in just one second he could pierce through the heretic before him. However, the next second, the Eternal Night soldier gauged the timing perfectly, spun around, and narrowly let the armor on his chest graze past the lance tip, while the war blade in his hand, following the momentum, slashed at the hind leg of the enemy's warhorse.

The horse's leg was severed and the cavalryman lost his balance; in an instant, he tumbled forward off the horse's back.

The surrounding Eternal Night soldiers, who had long been prepared, seized the chance, rushed up and hacked him to death with a flurry of blades, then moved on to the next.

The first Eternal Night soldier to appear, although he had not managed to kill the enemy with his own hands, still possessed quite the team spirit, thinking that if he could cut down a few more cavalrymen, then the brothers behind him could also be considered avenged! Immediately after, another cavalryman attacked. He used the same trick, narrowly dodging the enemy's attack, and the war blade in his hand once again severed the hind leg of the enemy's horse.

The Eternal Night soldiers behind once again killed the fallen cavalryman.

The good times did not last long. Seeing this, the cavalry behind coordinated directly, two at a time attacking almost one after another. He dodged the first cavalryman's attack and also severed the horse's leg.

"Go to hell, heretic!"