798: Chapter 0798: The Holy War 798: Chapter 0798: The Holy War The Saintess’s mouth twitched, and her fists clenched with anger.
Priest Field gave a wry smile, “This ti we truly underestimated them, I didn’t expect that in a hundred years, the Blood Clan could develop to this extent.”
The Knight patted his chest, “Priest, let’s break out!
With us here, we will surely protect you and the Saintess.”
Field shook his head, “There’s no need for that, signal everyone to break out together, no need to worry about and the Saintess.
If it is the Lord’s will that the Saintess and I appear here together, then we shall comply.”
The Saintess said, “Indeed, I, Emily, may be killed but not humiliated.”
The Knight’s expression turned resolute, “Alright, I’ll go down and prepare now.”
Outside the tent, more than three hundred Knights blew the call to action as they mounted their horses.
The Saintess and the Priest took down their tent and similarly mounted their steeds.
Their large party surged down toward the base of the mountain.
The sounds of galloping hooves rose into the air, scattering up clods of turf and dust from the ground.
On the mid-slope, the Blood Clan had constructed a defensive line overnight.
Battles nowadays were no longer like the ancient ones fought with bows, arrows, and long spears.
With the combination of their undead bodies and modern weaponry, even the lowest-class Blood Servants could unleash devastating destruction.
The Knight Order, set in their old ways, was at a disadvantage because of this.
In this great battle, the Blood Clan had even resorted to using rocket launchers, leaving the Knight Order at a loss.
Secular powers chose to observe impartially from the sidelines.
But as for weapons, the Blood Clan was much more open-minded compared to the Knight Order.
After more than three hundred mounted Knights charged, Marquis Rauss Brukh stood at the forefront, holding a telescope.
He said to an attendant with a faint smile, “Old age is really taking its toll, even my eyes aren’t as good.”
The attendant patted his horse, “Marquis, you look no older than an eighteen-year-old.”
The Marquis laughed heartily, “How could I not age?
Vampires age, too.
It’s been two hundred years in the blink of an eye, and I didn’t expect I could command such a grand battle again.”
Like Old Weide, he had also participated in the Civil War.
As soon as the Knight Legion entered the encirclent, Rauss raised his Command Banner and issued an order to the crowd, “Prepare!”
A group of newly added Blood Servants, at the Duke’s command, began to click and clack, loading their semiautomatic rifles.
Each person’s model was different, so brought their own, others were purchased by the Blood Clan.
The secular governnts kept an eye on them, strictly prohibiting bulk arms sales to them.
Arica allowed gun ownership, but registration was required.
The Blood Clan bought weapons through various channels, and they could never buy too many at once, which led to the mismatched models.
As the Knights’ horses charged into five hundred ters range, guns of various models aid at them.
Four hundred ters,
Three hundred ters,
Two hundred ters.
The atmosphere at the scene froze to a standstill, and at this distance, Marquis Rauss still hadn’t given the order to fire.
So thought to themselves with a touch of sorrow that Marquis Rauss was getting old.
In their ti, achieving a hit at thirty ters with a volley fire tactic was cause for thanking heaven, a blessing from God.
With large-caliber machine guns, now, one had to start firing over a thousand ters away.
When the Knight Legion approached within one hundred ters, Rauss put down his cigar and finally gave the battle command to his subordinates.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Bullets instantly swept through like a wild storm, buzzing as they swept toward the Knight Legion.
The Priest shouted, “Defense!”
He raised his scepter and then roared out, “Shield of Light!”
With a hum, a hundred-ter-wide light shield suddenly enveloped the ranks of the Knight Order.
The 300 or so battle steeds could only be covered by a third by the clergy.
Two-thirds of the knights also lifted their shields and roared in unison, “Shield of Light!”
The shields in their hands instantly emitted streaks of white light, shining on the field like mirrors.
Bullets rained down in a furious clatter, shaking the palms of their hands violently, rattling unceasingly upon the shields.
The Shield of Light, the most basic battle law of the Holy Light Knight Order, allowed for the concentration of the Power of Faith in a short ti using the knights’ handheld shields.
When the bullets reached them, they splashed as if hitting a surface of water where light converged.
A dozen knights with low Cultivation Levels were turned into blood sieves, tumbling forward off their steeds and collapsing on the ground.
The rest of the knights ford a sword and continued to charge.
A group of vampire servants were startled; they had not expected their opponents to have such a tactic.
In so defensive areas, rocket launchers and mortars were deployed.
At a hundred ters away, there was a continuous thunderous rumble as the ground was blasted with deep holes.
Now, the knights suffered no small losses.
As one wave attacked, fifty or sixty were blasted into the air.
Priest Field shielded everyone, and although he protected them, the shock wave from the bomb made him spit blood, his whole body shook violently, as if he were struck by an elephant repeatedly.
Rauss was not surprised at all and shouted an order, “Volley Fire Formation!”
This was no ordinary spear; it was a Black Spear imbued with the blood of Blood Clan Dukes, designed to penetrate the Knight Order’s Light Shield.
As the Knight Order charged to within fifty ters, the Blood Servants, following pre-practice, picked up a batch of spears and stood in the front, forming an arc-shaped defensive line.
The horses neighed wildly, shaking the ground with their hooves.
In the face of such an onslaught, even the Dukes in front couldn’t help but squint their eyes.
“Sword of Light!”
Saintess Emily and the Knight Order shouted in unison, drawing their longswords and raising them high into the sky.
Under the flickering sunlight, blades of the swords soared into the sky, slashing towards the Blood Clan’s position in swift strokes.
The sword shadows, accompanied by a whistling sound, fell from the sky like cannonballs, making the ground tremble as they sliced through the Blood Clan’s defenses.
An area of the Blood Clan’s defenses, three to forty ters long, was swept away in an instant, leaving behind a bloody path.
These vampires dressed in black robes to block the sunlight exploded into flesh and blood upon contact with these swords.
Vampires from both wings converged rapidly, reestablishing their formation as quickly as possible to close the breach.
The Knight Order, upon landing a fierce blow, received a hoarse command from their leader, “Cover the escape of the Saintess and the priest first.”
Regardless of the priest’s earlier instructions, they now chose not to follow them.
The Knight Order launched another fierce assault, breaking open another bloody path before the Blood Clan’s troops could close in.
The Saintess’s mount burst out, but the horses of the other knights collided with the three-ter-long Black Spear.
The Shield of Light was unable to block this spear.
With a series of thuds, the horses below were impaled by the spear due to the force of inertia.
“No!”
Emily’s eyes turned red with fury, wanting to fight her way back, but she was dragged away by several knights who managed to break through.
The priest and a group of knights were engulfed by an overwhelming number of vampires, where long spears, longswords, and bullets clashed in such chaos that the silhouettes of the combatants beca indistinguishable.
Marquis Rauss watched Saintess Emily with a cold sneer, “Still trying to escape?”
With a wave of his hand, five Earls from the Brukh Family spread their copper wings and soared into the sky.
They pursued the Saintess down the mountain with incredible speed in the air, each tracing a golden trail of light.
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