After Becoming The Tyrant

The infantry of the rebel army gathered in a hurry, raised their half-man-high shields, and wanted to form a shield wall to resist the cavalry charge.The number of cavalry who launched the attack was much smaller than them. The formation of these cavalry charges was a bit weird. They were not lined up in ordinary rows, but gathered at one point and then elongated, shaped like a sharp sword.

The tip of the long sword is the sharpest part of the whole sword.

The Duke of Buckingham is the tip of the sword.

The iron cavalry led by the Duke of Buckingham himself is completely different from the ordinary iron cavalry!

The infantry shouted in horror, seeing the murderous horses approaching in an instant.The knight in the front almost broke through the shield's defense in an instant, his lance swung out, sweeping out a huge half-moon arc, within the arc, all the infantry trying to gather Blood splattered.

The first knight has opened a gap in the entire defense line, and the following knights followed him and entered through this gap.

Compared with them, the entire rebel army is like a mess.

The terrifying impact of the cavalry was fully demonstrated when the Duke of Buckingham took advantage of the terrain to seize the best opportunity.

The shield wall of the rebel army is a flimsy piece of thin paper in front of the charging royal cavalry.The cavalry spears of the knights tore through the paper-thin defense line, directly penetrated most of the rebel army's center in one breath, and cut the rebel army's team in half.

The rebels discovered that their enemies were as fierce as tigers and as cunning as foxes.

The cavalry on both sides was always separated by infantry and baggage teams. The Duke of Buckingham did not give the rebel knights a chance to organize and surround him. All the cavalry closely followed the Duke of Buckingham, always maintaining the formation of long swords.

In front of the iron cavalry, the infantry could only let them trample.

After breaking through the line of defense, the royal cavalry immediately threw the heavy lances as spears and threw them with all their strength.Wherever the two-meter-long iron gun passed, blood spattered, causing death or injury.

And at the moment when the iron spear left their hands, the cavalrymen had already drawn out the swords around their waists, swung them down from their horses and slashed.

Puffs of blood splashed up and splashed onto their armors. These knights looked like gods of death bathed in blood.

The horse vacated.

Surrounded by several cavalrymen who finally caught up, the Duke of Buckingham jumped up with his horse and man, swinging his sword in mid-air.The tactics used by the king when he fought against the Gurendian heavy cavalry were repeated on the Duke of Buckingham - the king's martial arts were taught by him himself!

People and horses dance together, and the sword light dances like the moon.

The rebel cavalry who had just arrived were obviously on the side surrounding the Duke of Buckingham, but at this time they had to raise their shields to defend.

A young knight's shield met the Duke of Buckingham's sword. He only felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, and the next moment the shield flew out.Without hesitation, the Duke of Buckingham slit the knight's throat with his sword.

The horse fell to the ground, and the Duke of Buckingham continued to charge forward, followed by other royal cavalry.

The Duke of Buckingham went straight to the center of the army, where the rebel flag flew, and Prince Will was there.

Prince Will's generals tried their best to find him and asked him to give orders, but they found that Prince Will's complexion was pale and trembling under the heavy armor.

Prince Will witnessed the Duke of Buckingham across most of the battlefield, coming towards him like a broken bamboo, trembling uncontrollably.

When I was young, I was on such a battlefield, and it was also a small-to-many battle.

The still proud Prince Will encountered a fiasco in his life.

His army was torn apart by the cavalry of the Duke of Buckingham, his knights were trampled by the knights of the Duke of Buckingham, and he himself was almost killed by the sword of the Duke of Buckingham.That is the lunatic of the Qiangwei family!How can a normal person be against a lunatic!

His pride, his dignity, and his ego were all shattered in that battle.

It wasn't until William III died of illness that the Duke of Buckingham guarded the Rose Palace, and the Duke of Buckingham's son John replaced him on the battlefield, and Prince Will's fear gradually faded away.

But now, that nightmarish fear has intensified.

He pushed away his subordinates who were anxiously calling out to him, turned his horse's head, and was about to flee in the direction he had come.

A soft sigh fell into Prince Will's ears, and into everyone's ears.

Prince Will seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall. He fell off his horse and stared blankly at the sky.Ripples of light spread out in the air round and round. The light carried majesty and power beyond human imagination, and the war horse neighed and trembled.

The soldiers of the rebel army subconsciously fell to their knees.

"A miracle! A miracle comes!"

Someone trembled and shouted, with worship and fear in their voices.

The battlefield, which was still noisy just now, suddenly fell silent.

The Duke of Buckingham reined in his horse and stood on the blood-stained snow with his equally damaged cavalry.

The so-called "miracle" was reflected in his icy blue pupils.

"Is this the God's Descended Soldier that Kerimo got back then?"

said the Duke of Buckingham softly.

That was the history on the other side of the strait. In 217 AD, King Kerimo accepted the help of the Holy Court, and obtained the help of the Holy Lord at the price of accepting the Holy Court as the state religion.In Blacy's Chronicle it is written that "...angels in armor fought with mortals, and they crowned King Cremer with their victorious laurels...".

The power of the gods changed the situation of the originally defeated battle.

Now, after more than 1000 years, that power has emerged again.

The three iron carriages had been shaken away, and there were three holy caskets in the carriages, which contained three holy remains that were supposed to be buried in the church to be worshiped by the world.White light spread out from the holy skeleton and gathered in mid-air.

In mid-air, a pair of huge white wings slowly spread out from behind the young white-robed monk, and the armor appeared on his body from illusion to solidity at the same time.The entire space was silent, and everyone in the rebel army was prostrate on the ground. The only one who did not kneel and kowtow was the cavalry led by the Duke of Buckingham.

They also felt a heavy pressure, but none of the knights retreated.

Because the Duke of Buckingham did not back down.

He stared at the war angel suspended in mid-air, reached out to take the king's flag from the knights around him, and held it up high.

Wang Banner flutters.

This is the banner of mortals.

The angel opened his eyes, his expression was the same as all the murals of the Holy Court Church, neither happy nor sad, but his pupils retained the shadow of a monk in white robes, as clear as a mirror, which reflected the image of the exalted king Mortal Knights of the Banner.

"Descendants of the Dragon Slayer."

He said, very softly, but it reached everyone's ears.

"It's been more than 1000 years, do you still want to continue with the original choice?"

"More than 1000 years."

The Duke of Buckingham looked up, looking at the scarlet king's flag fluttering in the air, which was somewhat broken.

More than 1000 years!

The Qiangwei family has struggled to stand on this land for more than 1000 years!They were smashed again and again, under pressure from all sides again and again, and poured their blood on this land from generation to generation... It turns out that they have persisted in this way for more than 1000 years!

"What was the choice of the Qiangwei family more than 1000 years ago, and what it will be after more than 1000 years."

said the Duke of Buckingham slowly.

"You will die." The angel looked at the old duke, looking at the eyes that have been passed down from generation to generation, "Even so, do you still want to fight?"

"The dragon treats mortals as food, and you treat mortals as ants. Now, have you started to feel pity for ants?"

The wind blew the tail of the flag into Duke Buckingham's face. He marched all his life and never talked nonsense, but today he didn't care about the time.

"Is it pity? Or is it discovery—the gathering of ants also has earth-shaking power?"

His gaze sharpened suddenly, like an ancient knife turned sideways, with a cold light leaping across the edge.

ice cold.

"We can give you glory, strength, power," said the angel, "we can give you strength, we can make you transcend the boundaries of the ordinary, and achieve extraordinary things."

The Duke of Buckingham laughed: "No, you don't understand what we want at all!"

For the first time, doubts appeared in the angel's mirror-like eyes.

"You don't understand at all."

The Duke of Buckingham looked around, the snow had turned into mud, corpses were pressed one by one, blood and slush were mixed together, knives, swords, and spears were everywhere.

In the war of mortals, whether they lose or win, they should all depend on themselves.

Before every knight stepped onto the battlefield, he was already prepared to return triumphantly after victory, and to die on the battlefield after defeat.This is the fate of the knights, they have no regrets!But it is by no means like it is now - the victory or defeat of the entire war situation, the fate of millions of people in the entire country, disappeared in a flash, in a single thought.

No matter how much mortal blood is, in front of the gods, it is just a small drop of water, falling silently.

"That's why we are always unwilling to bow our heads to you!"

If mortals are like ants in front of the gods, all the selfless efforts and hard work are just a joke.

How ridiculous that would be!

The persistence of the Qiangwei family for more than 1000 years is nothing more than the fate of mortals, which is decided by mortals themselves!The history of mortals is written by mortals themselves!They want themselves not to be prey, not to be ants, not to be puppets!

They want to stand upright on the ground!

They just want a fairness, but they want a freedom.

However, no one will give them the sky or the earth.

"None of you will give it, so—" the Duke of Buckingham said softly, his voice had been quiet for so many years, "the Qiangwei family will take it themselves."

Take it with blood, with the lives of generations after generation!

"As long as you stand here, you are not our enemy." The angel held the fire sword, and he pointed lightly at the place where Prince Will was.

The Duke of Buckingham looked back at the knight behind him: "Go, don't disappoint this rare kindness."

The cavalry stood upright, and no one left.

"Don't feel ashamed, the enemies you are facing now are beyond the scope of your oath." The Duke of Buckingham said lightly, "Go."

"Are you insulting us?"

The old knight who had followed him the most years spoke, he was blinded in one eye during the battle, and blood flowed all over his face.He slowly raised his sword and pointed at Prince Will who was kneeling on the ground.

"Should we go after a dog that pissed his pants?"

His description is vulgar and presumptuous, completely inconsistent with the spirit of chivalry.But as soon as he finished speaking, all the knights burst into laughter, wild and wild, as if there was no invincible angel in front of them, and there was no invisible pressure around them that sank so much that they almost fell off their horses.

The Duke of Buckingham was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud.

He reined in his horse and looked at his knights: "I'm very happy!"

He was cold and stern all his life, no matter how great the victory was, he had never laughed like this, and he had never expressed his feelings so bluntly.

"I am very happy!"

The Duke of Buckingham raised his royal banner aloft.

"You're all here! I'm glad you're all knights of the empire!"

"For the glory of Rose!"

The knights roared, and they raised their swords high.

The war horse no longer neighed.

The horses and their owners have been fighting together for many years, and they have already connected with each other.At this moment, the war horse actually overcame the natural fear, and just like its owner, proudly raised its head, not retreating an inch.

"Now! Follow me—"

The Duke of Buckingham turned to the angel, and he swung his sword.

"charge!"

He was the first to rush out like just now.

The knights followed, and the iron hooves of their horses kicked up blood and mud from the battlefield.They follow their generals without hesitation, they are a long sword, they are the swords and knives of mortals!Old knights, young knights, there are only a few hundred of them left.

But at this moment, they are the mighty army of the empire!

The angel spread his wings and drew his fiery sword.

The mighty red fire spread in midair, with the angel as the center, and within a space of hundreds of meters, all the snow melted in an instant.The water from the melting snow turned into a long scalding river, tossing and flowing, straddling between the rose cavalry and the rebel army.

It's like a moat between mortals and gods.

As long as you step over, you will be smashed to pieces.

The scorching air waves rushed towards the face, and the horses kept moving.

"kill!"

exclaimed the Duke of Buckingham.

This is war!

This is the war between mortals and gods and the world. This war has lasted from the age of legends to the present and has never stopped.

This war is endless!

"kill!"

All the knights shouted loudly.

On the battlefield, knights have only one mission - to kill!Kill your enemies, or be killed by them!The rose cavalry will never retreat!

The angel held the sword in both hands and raised it high.

The red fire in the sky rolled down, carrying endless majesty and violence. This is not the power of human beings, but the power of gods!The fire rolled past like a bloody sea, and there were thousands of swords in the fire.The world is bloody, and everything crawls.

God's punishment came and devoured everything.

………………

The border between Legrand and Newcana.

The king led the vanguard and rushed all the way, arriving here almost non-stop around the clock. They had just passed through the first town, and then passed through two autonomous cities before arriving at the royal castle of Newcana.

The king is at the front of the line.

He reined in suddenly and looked up to the north.

The north wind howled between the sky and the earth, and the wind was so cold that it penetrated into the bone marrow.The king held on tightly to the reins, feeling that the blood seemed to be cooling inch by inch, and it seemed that there was a flame boiling in his heart.

The soldiers stopped behind the king and looked at him suspiciously, the army was a little noisy.

However, in the world, all voices are away from the king.

Tick.

It seemed to be an illusion, and it seemed that the voice was carried by the wind and came from far away.

Tick.

It was the sound of a drop of blood falling.

Whose blood is that?

"go ahead!"

The king suddenly roared.

He raised his whip high and swung it down vigorously.The war horse roared and galloped out.The cold wind blew on the king's face like a knife.He held on to the reins tightly, his joints turning terribly pale.

Over mountains, across glaciers, and through swamps, the king galloped through the bitter cold of late winter.

How much does he own?

How much can he lose!