Chapter 454 The Legend of Campbell
The moment Rolandal finished speaking, a sad and deep piano sound sounded on the battlefield.
The sound of the piano seemed to have life, piercing into the hearts of every warrior like an invisible poisonous snake, bypassing the passionate drums and noisy shouts of killing, tearing at their spirits.
The charging momentum of the Campbell Citizen Cavalry, who were gaining the upper hand, suddenly stalled, and the joy of victory on their faces was replaced by sudden fear, as if they rushed from the open plain into a fog where they could not see their fingers. Countless dead souls were mourning in their ears, like life-threatening ghosts, dragging them into the bottomless purgatory!
It is not only humans who are affected, but also dwarf warriors.
Those battle-hardened sworn warriors are beating their helmets with their fists in pain, trying to wake themselves up from the curse of the evil spirit of Chaos.
However, their beating was in vain. The sound of metal knocking could not resist the sound of the piano that reached deep into the soul.
"Get out of my head!" A dwarf centurion's eyes were red, and he roared like a voice. He hit his helmet with an axe, and almost knocked himself unconscious.
The dwarf priest raised his war hammer and tried to use magic to resist the curse of the evil spirit. However, he was soon hit in the chest by a translucent green ripple. Blood oozed from his mouth and he lost his fighting ability on the spot.
As for the Rat Men—of course they were also affected.
However, they who were already "crazy" did not stop their attack momentum because of this. Instead, they went even crazier under the stimulation of "BGM".
"Human thing! Die! Die!"
A clan warrior screamed furiously, waving the long-handled sickle in his hand, harvesting the lives around him regardless of friend or foe.
Although he was quickly chopped in half by an axe-wielding sworn warrior, there were thousands of guys as crazy as him behind him.
Encouraged by the sound of the piano, these crazy little mice still caused a big impact on the coalition forces of the dwarves and Campbell. It was obvious that Rolandal did not use his full strength.
Maybe it was to fully enjoy the pleasure of torturing his opponent, or maybe it was just because he had just mastered this powerful power and was still unable to use it skillfully. Erin could clearly feel that although his strength had been raised to a whole new level, it was not yet so powerful that it made people despair.
What to do?
A trace of cold sweat fell from Erin's forehead. She tried hard to steady her spirit while quickly thinking of ways to break the situation.
If it were Mr. Colin·
What would he do?
"It's a mental attack! Stay calm!"
Teresa shouted sharply, trying to wake up the soldiers who were in chaos with a war cry, but after all, she was just an ordinary knight, and she couldn't protect herself.
Her voice was quickly drowned in the all-pervasive spiritual attack, and her shaky spirit wandered between the fog and the wilderness.
In her field of vision, each of the rat soldiers turned into three-meter-tall chaotic beasts, and the same happened to the friendly troops beside her, with familiar faces distorted by the green mist.
Seeing that the soldiers and guards around her were in danger one by one, Irene clenched her silver teeth and raised the light of praise in her hand, her emerald green pupils burning with dazzling golden light.
Can't wait any longer!
"The great ancestor, Angus Campbell, the commander of thousands of armies, the "Unyielding Wall" standing on the hills—"
"I hereby call upon your glory!"
With her solemn declaration, a pure golden light fell from the sky, like a sacred meteor, accurately covering her and the knights beside her.
The light expanded rapidly, forming a huge and solid golden light shield, isolating the mind-distorting piano sound!
Within the light shield, the knights who had fallen into chaos gradually regained consciousness. They were gasping for air, their faces full of panic for the rest of their lives, and they were holding their lances tightly, as if they had just woken up from a nightmare.
Deep in the dense forest, the sound of Rolandal's piano paused slightly.
He seemed a little surprised, but after just a few seconds, a smile of appreciation appeared on the face hidden in the shadows.
"As expected of the light of praise - it can actually block my "phantom heart sound". But how long can your ancestors protect you? "
Before he finished speaking, his index finger trembled twice quickly, and the sound of the piano that echoed on the battlefield suddenly became chaotic and turbulent!
The sad whispers turned into harsh screams, as if there were countless souls crying and scratching outside the light shield, trying to bring those living souls into the boundless purgatory!
The golden light shield began to tremble violently, ripples appeared on the surface, and the shining light also flickered on and off, as if it might disintegrate at any time.
Irene's face became paler.
The previous battle had consumed a lot of her energy, but Rolandal, who had been conserving his strength, suddenly broke through his own bottleneck!
This is not an option!
If you just defend passively, your strength will probably be exhausted soon!
She must take the initiative!
The "Light of Praise" changed form again in her hands. The bright golden light converged and turned into an unstoppable lance. The tip of the spear pointed directly at the source of the music in the forest.
She has made a decision to completely eliminate the source of this evil before Rolandal creates a greater crisis!
"Your Highness!?! You can't go! It's too dangerous!"
Seeing the light, Teresa immediately understood Irene's intention, and immediately became frightened. She tried to stop her, but was interrupted by a shout.
"I have to go! That's my obligation!"
Irene shouted back her words, her majestic eyes filled with irresistible majesty, just like her father Aaron Campbell.
There is not a single coward in the Grand Duke of the Principality of Campbell!
They will always regard themselves as knights' creed, always stand in front of their people, will never be late, and will never be the first to leave!
This is why the corruption of Chaos rises and falls in the upper reaches of the River, but never reaches the lower reaches of the River!
Now is the time for her to fulfill this mission!
"Teresa! You stay here to command the army! This is an order!"
At this moment, she seemed to be possessed by the late king, so much so that Theresa froze on the spot, unable to utter a word of apology for a while.
Having said that, Irene no longer hesitated at all. She clamped her legs between the horse's belly, and one person and one horse turned into a golden lightning bolt, resolutely charging towards the forest shrouded in darkness and chaotic music.
Looking at the golden figure coming alone, Rolandal in the dense forest once again showed a surprised expression on his face, but that surprise soon turned into a surprised smile.
"This is so touching!"
Like a poet talking to himself, his fingers that plucked the strings trembled slightly with excitement, and his voice became impassioned.
“In order to protect those useless and weak encumbrances, the noble knight chose to die alone. Let us applaud the bravery of the Campbell family! It is really a song and tearful story, but it is a pity that they met the real "singer", the lance that embodies glory, and the writing is destined to be an epic called pathos!
That winning smile bloomed in the shadows.
But he was not in a hurry to bring death to his opponent, but manipulated the sound of the piano to lead her deep into the jungle.
Fighting the legend of the Principality of Campbell in the midst of the chaos was not a wise decision. Too many demon kings died at the hands of the "Light of Praise".
He can definitely decide the outcome with Irene first, and then go to support his men.
Just when Rolandal was thinking this, a golden light suddenly flashed through the shadows in the forest, instantly caught up with his retreating figure, and flew past him almost grazing his cheek!
The fierce wind left a shallow blood mark on his face, penetrated the entire trunk of an oak tree behind him, and finally nailed it to the mound in the distance with a "boom"!
That is an arrow woven entirely by divine power.
Feeling the heat lingering on his cheeks, the calm smile on Rolandal's face gradually solidified, and his retreating steps also stopped.
"Bow and arrow?!"
He glanced at the plowed mound behind him, and then looked at the figure in the distance who drew the bare bow again, a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that the "Light of Praise" could actually turn into the form of a bow and arrow. It's interesting. You are more tenacious than I thought. "
Rolandal stroked the slight wound on his cheek, feeling the sacred power contained in it, with strong interest in his eyes.
It was this tenacity that completely ignited his desire to win!
Rolandal no longer held back his hand or retreated. Instead, he held the lute across his chest. His slender fingers frantically plucked the lute, and a series of discordant chords exploded instantly!
In the distorted sound of the piano, the entire forest was like a pot of boiling water, twisting in the mist with his crazy spirit.
「Theatre of the Absurd One by One!」
That was the ability he realized when he broke through the Amethyst level. Although it is different from the powerful field, it has the same purpose.
At least in his opinion.
Irene's pupils flashed with confusion for a moment, and the world in front of her suddenly became bizarre.
The ground beneath her turned into a flowing swamp, and the war horse let out a mournful cry, sinking its hooves deep into it and unable to extricate itself.
Not only that, the surrounding trees grew grotesque human faces, silently mocking her. And the sky filled with dark clouds was even more strange, as it actually rained down burning clocks!
In this realm rewritten by laws, swords seem to have lost their meaning.
Amidst the neighing of the war horse, Irene was caught off guard and lost her balance. She fell heavily from the horse and landed in the mud.
She struggled to get up, but found herself trapped in a maze with no end. There were distorted mirrors in all directions, and each mirror reflected her most fearful scene, and at the same time her frightened face was printed. "It's over, little girl."
Rolandal's figure appeared behind her like a ghost. The dagger in his hand saw the venomous light, and silently stabbed her defenseless back.
However, at the moment when the dagger was about to touch the armor's stomach, Irene, who had been trapped in an illusion, suddenly turned around, and the light of praise in her hand turned into a sword, sweeping over with a sound of piercing the air!
This blow was faster than Rolandal expected!
He jumped back hastily, and the edge of the sword he swung grazed the tip of his nose dangerously.
Although he moved very quickly, a few bangs on his forehead were still cut off, and they drifted away with the noisy sword wind·"
He was not a swordsman after all, but a bard, and close combat was not his specialty.
In contrast, he is better at standing at the rear to provide support to friendly troops, or to perform mental attacks on weak-willed enemies!
At the same time, Irene's attack did not stop. She swung the long sword in her hand continuously, slashing out dozens of swords in an instant.
The forest floor covered with fallen leaves was dragged along a ten-meter-long trajectory by her combat boots. The violent sword wind raged in the forest, catching up with Rolandal's jumping afterimage several times, although it was quickly dodged by the latter's ghostly and flexible movement.
What a fast speed!
Looking at the pursuing offensive, Rolandal was frightened and angry. His fingering on the lute kept changing, but the sharp sword blade was not affected at all!
What is going on with this guy? !
His heart skipped a beat, and he tore off a black string with his index finger.
The stern Wolf Hao emerged from the body of the instrument and transformed into a blue frost wolf. A pair of huge wolf claws pounced on Irene's sword blade.
"Dang—!"
The sound of metallic clanging resounded!
Looking at the frost wolf that emerged from the lute, a trace of surprise flashed across Irene's face.
Even though she quickly closed her sword and stabbed instead of slashing, piercing the frost wolf's throat, Rolandal still caught the moment of pause and distanced herself.
.—.You are not afraid of my illusion. Looking at Irene, who had clear eyes and steady breathing, Rolandal lowered his voice, and for the first time the peach on his face was replaced by solemnity.
Irene did not answer, but just resumed the offensive posture, holding the sword with both hands, the blade pointed at the tip of his nose, unwaveringly preparing for the next round of attack.
The descendants of the Campbell family have been protected by divine grace since the first generation of Dukes, and are naturally able to resist the whispers of demons that confuse the mind.
Especially the whisper of the succubus.
This is not the ability given to her by the "Light of Praise", but the protection that comes with the name "Campbell" itself, flowing in the veins of every direct descendant.
Rolandal verified his conjecture from her silence. His best illusion skills were of no use to her. No wonder he had such a hard time fighting this guy before.
But Rolandal was not angry, and the desire burning in his eyes was stronger than before, and was mixed with twisted delusions.
What a good person.
This tenacious rider is more delicious than he imagined! Although he had captured some steadfast sacrifices before, most of them could not survive two rounds of torture before going crazy and could only be made into specimens and hung on the altar to stink.
Unlike this guy, she might be able to sustain it for a long, long time, and this is undoubtedly the best sacrifice to Chaos!
Even higher than the saint named Kallen!
"Hehehehe, then let me try, how much pain your soul can bear!"
Rolandal's laughter gradually became manic, blending into his manic singing.
Irene quickly raised her sword on guard, but mistakenly discovered that the ground beneath her feet began to truly tremble!
That's not an illusion, it's magic!
As Rolandal sang with a high-pitched voice, dark cracks opened around him, exuding the smell of sulfur and corruption.
Immediately afterwards, distorted chaotic beasts crawled out of the cracks, just like what was sung in the doomsday psalms.
Some of them have the jointed limbs of insects and the heads of beasts, with smelly pus flowing from their mouths, while others are completely a mass of squirming flesh, with tiny eyes replacing their pores.
Hundreds of chaotic beasts roared under the control of Rolandal's music, and launched a siege on Erin from all directions.
Irene waved her long sword to fight, but she fell into a hard fight in an instant.
Every time she swung the long sword in her hand, she could pierce or smash a strange beast, but more monsters kept coming.
Their claws and fangs left scratches on her armor, and each impact made her blood surge.
She could feel that her physical strength was being consumed rapidly.
Especially because the light of praise has overdrawn so much of her life force that her face has become paler and beads of sweat are pouring out from her forehead.
"What a brave man, but it's a pity - death is the final destination of all heroes."
Rolandal's voice was like a devil's whisper, lingering over the battlefield, trying to disintegrate Irene's will to resist.
What he needs is a living sacrifice.
rather than a burned-out sacrifice.
“Admit it, your glory is meaningless, and your resistance will only bring more pain! Look around you, that is the future of this world! Our starry sky is destined to fall into eternal heat death, and the great true god Urgos is the forefather who dominates all futures. As for you, no one will come to save you! "
Irene gritted her teeth and cut a twisted monster into two pieces with a sword. However, the sharp claws of the other monster left three deep scars on her arm, and the blood instantly stained the arm armor.
Hill-sounding laughter came from the air, seeming to be laughing at her mistake, and also seeming to be cheering for her death.
Looking at the chaotic beasts coming like a tide, Irene did not retreat at all on her face, but her heart was filled with sadness.
Is this the end of it?
Is this the end?
She thought of her brother's instructions, the expectations of the people in Thunder City, and the soldiers who followed her."
Until the end, a gentle face appeared in her mind, which was perhaps the existence she missed the most in her heart.
Colin·
Sorry, I might... have to break my promise.
An unprecedented strong longing and regret surged into her heart, but they were quickly replaced by resolute strength. Now was not the time for love between children.
At this moment, the power turned into a warm current, flowing slowly through her sore and cracking arms and wrists, and merged into the sword she held tightly in both hands.
That was her last ripple.
This is also her last stubbornness!
For the sake of the people who are suffering in this land, and for the loyal soldiers behind her, she vows to kill this devil who sold his soul to Chaos at any cost with the sword!
For this—she will call for a miracle of her own!
Grand Duke Aaron Campbell probably would not have expected that the sword he planned to stab at the next Demon King would end up unexpectedly stabbing at the center of another crisis.
As far as the results are concerned, it is certainly better.
After all, the labyrinth has never conquered the surface, but Chaos has plunged the surface into a true purgatory time and time again.
If the Dusk Province falls, the Principality of Campbell will certainly not be spared.
Rolandal frowned slightly, and suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, so he changed his mind about leaving it as a sacrifice and decided to end this trouble first.
As soon as his index finger pointed forward, the whole forest suddenly became dark, so that the curse he pronounced on death instantly lost its target, like the cut off green smoke disappearing into the darkness.
He missed!
Not only did he miss, but the dozens of chaotic beasts surrounding Irene Campbell were also strangled by countless long swords falling from the sky in an instant!
Looking at the sudden change, Rolandal was slightly startled, then his face changed wildly, and he looked around to find the reason for his failure.
Magic? !
Buyi is the illusion he is best at!
The black fog faded into a gray forest, and the faded leaves suddenly opened a pair of scarlet eyes, like bats hanging upside down in the trees.
For Campbell's knights, they are definitely no strangers to the swarm attacks of little demons, but Rolandal has never seen this thing before, and he was caught off guard for a while.
..Although I don’t mind a certain noisy toad teaching a certain powerful orangutan a lesson for me, it is His Majesty’s toy after all. "
Sitting on the branches of a pine tree, Sissi, wearing a red and white dress, was lazily admiring her nails. I don't know which woman she learned this mature charm from. It can only be said that it doesn't suit her at all.
In the bushes not far behind her, Yossi and Missy were praising their king and cheering for Sissi.
"Oh, oh, you are worthy of Sissi! This humiliation is simply top-notch! I think my opponent must have been scared to death!"
"That's it! Yossi has already leaked out!!"
"That's right! Huh?! You just leaked out!!"
Sissi yawned and glanced at the rescued Irene.
She had just led her clansmen to this area. Unexpectedly, as soon as she landed, she found two people fighting each other.
Although she also thought about whether to teach the gorilla a profound lesson, such as waiting until she was maimed before taking action, but thinking of His Majesty's order, she took action immediately.
And
That guy’s strength made it impossible for her to take him lightly.
The faded forest echoed with the noise of laughter and play, like a group of little mice plotting their famous mischief in the shadows of the trees.
The sound is like mental pollution, which makes people want to chop them into mince and rub them into the pie.
Rolandal squinted his eyes and looked around for the source of the mental attack, and quickly locked the approximate location of his opponent.
He could clearly feel that the guy who was staring at him was not very strong, and was no different from the guy holding the Light of Praise.
Platinum level is at its peak, but it is still far behind diamonds. The only thing that surprised him was that the guy with only platinum level strength actually had such a terrifying amount of magic power that he couldn't even compare to himself who was already at the ordinary amethyst level.
What is this guy’s background? !
Just when he was surprised, the thick fog shrouding the forest began to slowly approach him, along with the murderous intention brewing in the thick fog.
Looking at the motionless Rolandal, Sissi, who was sitting on the edge of the tree, had a blush on her lips, and a long sword jumped out of her hand.
It’s over.
The nasty bug—she was about to kill the guy who tried to soil the toy, but a warning sign instantly climbed over her head.
Sissi looked stern, flapped her wings behind her, and flew more than ten meters away like an arrow from a string!
Almost at the same time that she escaped from the tree, a chaotic beast crawling on four hands jumped from the ground like lightning, and bit off the branch she was sitting on.
"Roar one by one!" The chaotic beast roared and tried to use its strength to jump again.
Sixi did not pause as she flew into the air, raised her right hand behind her, and a black lightning hit the head of the chaotic beast!
That is the "Eternal Dream Demon" given to her by the Demon King!
The chaotic beast that was hit on the head by the long sword didn't even have time to let out a mournful beak before falling to the ground in pain, turning into a ball of broken black smoke and blending into the cracked surface.
The long sword named Eternal Dream Demon returned to Sissi's hands.
She looked at Rolandal who was banned by illusion again, but her pupils suddenly shrank.
The person has disappeared!
When she came back to her senses, she realized that the world around her had turned into a thick gray-green fog, swallowing her up.
This guy actually locked her into the cage of illusion in just a moment!
Listening to the melodious music in her ears, Sissi's bright red lips raised a persuasive smile, and she gritted her teeth and whispered.
“What a worm that doesn’t know how to behave——
It’s quite good!
However, expecting to defeat her with just a few mortal tricks would be too much to underestimate the Queen of the Land of Nightmares!
She is invincible when she stands with her tribe!
The vast sea of spiritual ripples was gathering in her sea of consciousness. She closed her eyes, but saw the entire forest.
Every leaf seemed to be breathing, and that was the sound of her familiar tribesmen.
However, just when she was about to use this power to completely destroy the opponent's spiritual sea, those strange red eyes were suddenly startled.
The sound of the piano was not just for her, but enveloped the entire forest with a devastating force!
Under the influence of the sound of the piano, her people showed painful expressions and fell from the sky to the ground one after another.
Looking at the tribesmen falling in pain, the beautiful face twisted for an instant.
「I'm going to tear you apart!!!」
Dare to touch my people!
Sissi roared, breaking through the illusion, and rushed towards Rolandal who emerged from the woods with murderous intent. She stabbed with her sword, but it was stabbed in the transparent phantom.
Her heart suddenly sank. She was still in the illusion, and the breakthrough orange was just an illusion made by the guy holding the lute.
"It seems that today is a good harvest day. I actually harvested two excellent "sacrifice" at once. "
Sissi did not speak, calmly and carefully observing the surroundings, looking for a breakthrough to break through the illusion.
"Penpeng is actually a little devil. But I don't understand, why are you standing with this guy? Aren't you old enemies?"
Handle appeared from the other side of the woods, Rolandal said curiously, and at the same time cast his gaze at Irene, who had not moved for a long time.
However, at this moment, the expression on his face suddenly froze as he was sure of victory a second ago.
I saw the princess of Campbell standing on the ground with a long sword, her body that seemed to be almost exhausted was surging with eye-catching energy!
Especially the "Light of Praise" in her hand, which is shining brighter than ever before!
That light is no longer in the form of a simple weapon, but outlines a slender and elegant figure in mid-air.
The light dissipated.
A handsome man holding a magic wand was standing quietly in front of Irene.
He was dressed in dark purple attire, with shining silver buckles, and his deep eyes were calmly watching everything in front of him, as if everything was under his control.
Rolandal was stunned.
Including Sissi who was fighting with him, the same was true. The two twisted faces were filled with indescribable shock and jealousy for different reasons.
Can the light of praise be transformed into a human form? !
What's going on? !
"What a blasphemy! It seems that your delusions have become blind. I will make you all sacrifices to Urgos!"
Rolandal roared angrily, unable to accept that someone was more handsome than him, while Sissi was filled with jealousy and didn't understand why it was the Demon King!
What a blasphemy!
How dare you think that Your Majesty belongs to you even though it is just His Majesty’s toy!
There is only one person who is the same, and that is Irene with the long sword.
He always comes in time.—
When she needs him most.
Looking at that always reliable figure, a relieved smile appeared on Irene's face, and her tense shoulders relaxed a little.
Hold up her shaky consciousness and increasingly hazy vision, she murmured in a slightly hoarse voice.
“So you are my miracle—..”