Chapter 31: Knights, Prepare to Charge! (Revised)

The commander of the Falcon Knights is a Knight who appears elegant and noble.

He is always wearing the most shining armor, maintaining the most elegant posture, and even his beard is trimmed neatly.

As a Knight who came following the Holy Grail, he is now also recognized by the Holy Grail. A brilliant light swirls around his body, which is the very proof of being a Kingdom Knight.

In Bretonnia, Kingdom Knights must go toward the Green Tide to prove themselves, or serve as guardians of a city to supervise and act as agents for the territory left vacant after the Knight King goes on an expedition. The style of Bretonnia dictates that their path of chivalry is extreme.

In reality, the roots of Bretonnia lie in the Knights.

Every call to arms and action by the Knight King will see all high-ranking Knights sally forth, while those left in the rear are often ordinary people viewed as incapable of fighting, or Knights of inferior ability.

It is precisely because of this that the Chivalric Expedition is so prevalent. No Knight or lord would tolerate such an insult to themselves. Bretonnia is about the strong protecting the weak, and if they are not brought along for things like resisting the Green Tide or resisting the undead, then they are the weak being protected.

That is why they choose the Chivalric Expedition, to prove the necessity of their existence from different places.

This ritual did not exist in the early days of Bretonnia, but with the development of many generations of Knight Kings, especially with the previous Knight King, the Paladin Artoria who always appeared in iron-faced full armor, this custom was eventually formed.

But now, they are no longer any "weak ones." On the contrary, they have completed the initial purpose of the Chivalric Expedition, and now resisting the demons is the very climax of the Chivalric Expedition.

"We were once the weak."

Riding a steed, the Falcon Knight paces in front of the many Knights and says aloud: "We were not chosen by the King, and we could not participate in the great battlefield of resisting the Green Tide. We were the weak being protected; in the eyes of those Kingdom Knights, we are a group of commoners."

"We could not prove our strength at the Knightly Tournament, and we could not display true martial prowess and style. We are inferior to those great and noble upper-echelon Knights. Morality, character, martial arts—we seem to have none that are decent."

"However, we have done it now."

"The Holy Grail is right here, and the enemy is right before us."

"Moreover, it is our ancient nemesis, the Great Demon known as the Knight of Calamity that once appeared during the war against Chaos. The monster that once killed countless great Knights."

Looking at the giant monster roaring below, whose form is becoming increasingly bright, the Falcon Knight's voice is incomparably resonant.

"We are now on the most noble battlefield!"

He shouts aloud.

"We shall become heroes sung of in all history books, and we shall slaughter the demons to the last! Perhaps this is also the day we are buried here, but all of this will be worth remembering! Knights! Do you see! There is an enemy over there worthy of a battle!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!!!"

The cold wind is biting, but the blazing light of faith even ignites the sky.

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers, the Holy Grail erupts with a scorching light, and countless pale green mists permeate the air, making all the Knights present feel their fatigue instantly dissipate.

On the hillside, the Knights have already formed into columns. Even though they look incomparably thin and weak compared to the demons, the high-spirited fighting will and the light of the Holy Grail ignited on the lances in their hands both prove that they have the full ability to inflict damage on the demons.

However, just at the moment when everyone is about to begin a tragic charge, a great will suddenly descends into their minds.

"I am sorry, but I do not think your lives should end here."

"... My Lord?" Listening to the voice that descended to his ears, the Falcon Knight is stunned for a moment.

"We have already seen the Demon Legion you spoke of, and we are also convinced that this is a battle of our destiny; why do you...?"

"How long do you think you can resist?"

"Forever, my Lord. As long as our breath exists, these demons cannot pose a threat to our territory. As long as one of us is still alive, they will never be able to step foot in this sacred area."

"No, I mean, I have thought of an idea."

In the minds of the Knights, Li Ang's voice is still as relaxed and indifferent as ever, as if some transcendent existence had suddenly thought of something interesting.

"I suddenly remembered that for demons to enter this world, they must first understand the elements here; in other words, this side must be relatively stable, right? And if small places are unstable, they have no problem. Only large-scale elemental changes can cause the collapse of their existence.

Also, demons are fearless because they believe they will never die. Even if they die, they can be resurrected in another dimension. Right?"

"Yes, my Lord."

Looking at the demons below the hillside whose numbers have decreased by almost nine-tenths, but whose bodies are becoming increasingly massive, whose auras are becoming increasingly realistic, and who have even begun to leave scorched marks on the soil, the Knight responds in his heart.

"As long as their concepts are not shattered, as long as they are not made to leave forever, these demons will sooner or later gain power in the void and then be resurrected. Even the Knight of Calamity has been suppressed several times. But conversely, if they can be truly killed, it would surely make them extremely terrified, right?"

"Then I understand. You just need to charge; leave the rest to me."

"Yes, my Lord."

Bowing his head in his heart to accept the order, the Falcon Knights look at each other, begin to urge their mounts, and in perfect unison, raise their lances high to begin the charge toward the demon camp at the foot of the hill.

"Are the poor little Knights going to show your mettle? Do you think we have no ability to resist at this time? Very good, very good! I will grant your wish! Offer all your blood and skulls to my Lord!"

Just as the demon is laughing loudly while watching the charging Knights, Li Ang stands silently before the Stonehenge a hundred kilometers away, smiling and snapping his fingers.

"Large-scale Magic Operation, Regional Plain Transformation.

Transform that entire mountainous area on my border into a plain."

The stable Stonehenge suddenly emits a terrifying boom that humans cannot hear.

Large-scale elemental gathering and super-large-scale elemental mobilization will cause the surrounding environment to become unstable.

This is common knowledge in the world of Magic.

The moment they feel the turbulence of the surrounding magic elements, the expressions of the demons instantly turn terrified.

"In the name of Lord Li Ang! Die forever! Demon!"

The Knight, shining with white light, roars and instantly plunges the scorching hot lance in his hand into the demon's twisted skull, instantly blasting it into a burst of white light.

(End of chapter)