Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 598 - 598 282 Dawn Breaks Part 2

598: Chapter 282: Dawn Breaks (Part 2) 598: Chapter 282: Dawn Breaks (Part 2) The Black Scaled Flying Dragon lowered its head and roared, its thick neck pulsing as scorching Dragon Breath spewed forth, akin to a crimson ocean overturning from the skies, instantly engulfing the winged Corpse Demon that hovered ignorantly close.

The charred corpse burned as it fell to the earth, with the Dragon Breath unrelenting, sweeping over the city walls and the sea of corpses crawling across the suburbs, leaving flames raging, Armor and flesh melting, and the blood in the moat evaporating in the heat.

As the earth turned into a sea of flames, the thundering iron hooves carried the knights across the scorched ground, a tide of steel armor and blades first charged into the sea of corpses sprawling over the mountains and fields.

In the curtain of night, thunderclouds rolled, and gathered lightning struck the ground like the wrath of the gods, raising smoke as arcs of lightning erupted from the storm, the azure color blowing away a large number of Corpse Ghosts.

A streak of silver light spun backward amidst the lightning, held firmly at an angle by the black Hand Armor, dodging the thrust of the Riding Spear, Garner dragged the blade upward, slashing down the undead cavalry that passed by.

Ahead, the silver-armored girl wielding the Long Spear delivered a vertical strike that seemed to almost split another charging Corpse Demon Knight as it dismounted.

The Corpse Ghost fell apart, unable to withstand the immense force, tumbling with a clatter, as Lokhak took over, lifting the heavy Halberd amidst the crossing, and with an axe blade wrapped in a gust, smashed together the walking corpses sent flying by the armored warhorse into powdered bits.

More than a thousand formidable Heavy Armor knights galloped wildly, tearing open the massive sea of corpses under the cover of their allies.

The dragon lizard, engulfed in Molten Flame, carried the king seated firmly on the throne, leaping agilely into the air far beyond its size, and as the huge dragon body landed, it scattered a swath of undead.

Countless Corpse Ghosts rushed recklessly towards the Steel Furnace Castle’s King on his dragon saddle, yet the Dragon Thorn Scale Skin capable of roaming volcanoes ignored the insignificant bites and blades surrounding, as the fearsome dragon head swung sideways, the thick flames from its mouth scorched the front in a fan-shaped area, turning the enemies and the ground into flowing magma.

On the dragon’s back, wielding double-bladed Battle Axes with unmatched speed, the eld Helarn used the giant blades to smash one demon ghost after another that climbed to scorn the throne.

His aged eyes, locked onto the Felu knights charging towards the fortress, roared loudly, issuing commands.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!…

The Melter Demons, striding between gaps in the formation, trembled the ground with each step, three ancient giants, once more active in the world, halted their advance and opened their Earth Core furnaces.

Three glaring, scorching spiral fire pillars surged forward, the terrible flame torrent roared as it entered the corpse group, each undead turning to ash amidst the sweeping Magic Flame.

The Heavy Armor Helarn warriors wielding great axes and shield axes collided silently with the foul and corrupt sea of corpses, like short, thick steel hammers pressing into a pile of dry wood, inexorably grated the black waves beneath the Moonlight inch by inch.

…

In the Inner City, the walls of fire blocking the undead siege had extinguished, revealing the corpse tide crowding the entire fortress perimeter, but outside the city, the colossal beasts and mighty reinforcements illuminated by the raging firelight, incited the fortress defenders’ desperate roar like mountains echoing.

“——Dragon!

That’s the Kingdom’s Fire Dragon!

The King’s reinforcements have arrived!!”

Orland soldiers on the city walls raised their weapons, cheering exuberantly in the air, morale lifted from the brink of collapse as if they saw the dawn of hope.

Ines stared dubiously at the flying dragon bypassing the distant city.

She felt her shoulders relax, vitality surging in her heart, though she glanced sideways at Agatha who was just as puzzled.

Thinking that Sir Angor just escaped through the secret path, does he fly?

To have reached Mamor County already and brought father’s reinforcements?

Moreover, the Klonia Guard traveling by land would take several days, not everyone has Flying Pegasus rides, it’s impossible for them to arrive so soon.

Agatha stepped forward, squinted her eyes trying to discern features, and quickly shook her head at the lord: “Your Highness…

that appearance, is not the King’s dragon, nor the Crown Prince’s…”

Upon hearing this, Ines turned her head again towards the army that stormed from the outside of the city.

On the continent, are there other realms that tame dragons?

Let’s not mention the flying dragon in the sky.

She was even more bewildered by that peculiar dragon beast larger than the flying dragon without wings, unheard of.

What was it that shot forth blazing torrential flames?

Why so enormous?

Is it a giant wizard?

Ines shielded her eyes with her small hand under the night, truly unable to make out the distant vaguely appearing outlines, she temporarily abandoned investigating, lifting her gaze at the continuously flying Scorpion-tailed Lion across the night sky.

In the sky, not a single shadow of a Corpse Demon or Bat Ghost could be seen.

Roughly estimated, a thousand celestial beasts were soaring, dominating the entire airspace of Kilmerton, while the Lion Scorpions made continuous dives under their riders’ command, raiding the Ghoul scattered throughout the outer fortress.

From what she knew, even at the peak of the Kantadar Kingdom, there were only about four hundred Scorpion-tailed Lion Knights.

Such a number of Lion Scorpions could never be the power of Kantadar…

Under the cover of darkness, Kovis pulled the reins of the Stormhawk, flying swiftly, bypassing one Lion Scorpion after another, gradually nearing the Wild Mountain Dwarf sky cavalry captain with an exaggeratedly carved helmet crest.

(In Helarn language) “Help me clear the ramparts and let’s head to the eastern wall to open the side gate for the main army!” Kovis shouted to the dwarf in a rough accent.

“Then lead the way, shrimp!!” The coarse voice of the Wild Mountain Dwarf roared a reply.

The young knight frowned but didn’t fuss, considering that this bunch of short uncles weren’t even as tall as himself.

Pulling on the reins, Kovis ordered Xiao An beneath him to dive with flapping wings.

The Wild Mountain Dwarf officer blew the beast horn war call, and immediately, dozens of Lion Scorpion guards gathered, charging together with the Felu people’s Stormhawk Knight towards the outer wall of the fortress.

The Scorpion-tailed Lions descended from the sky one after another, slaughtering the dense ghoul soldiers on the ramparts, quickly exterminating all enemies occupying the area.

Kovis unfastened his strap and leapt from the Stormhawk, charging into the tower as soon as his feet hit the ground, racing towards the room controlling the fortress gate mechanism at the middle level.

In the crowded darkness, ghostly eyes of faint light turned towards the intruding golden glint, and ghoul warriors raised their blades with roars.

The trembling fingertips danced, tracing Dharma Seals, as two long swords unsheathed in mid-air from his back and side waist.

Lightly chanting a magic curse to drive the twin swords.

——Buzz!

Like blades of a meat grinder, the steel blades whirled rapidly around Kovis.

The light of the demon rune flickered circle after circle, forming a killing storm that followed the young knight’s sprinting, slicing all approaching ghouls into dismembered remains plastered on the walls.

Having slaughtered the enemies gathered in the tower room, the two long swords, accompanied by a gust of bloody wind, hung behind Kovis.

The boy, covered in blood and gore, advanced towards the huge winch controlling the eastern gate, illuminated by the moonlight from the shooting window.

Magic power flowed in a loop to enwrap the winch, and Kovis made a sudden and forceful gesture.

The massive axle immediately drove the stout chains, raising the fortress gate amidst the clattering sound.

Seeing the opened entrance in the distance, Leon pulled the horse’s head, then loosened the reins, raising the dazzling Holy Light on the galloping horse.

One by one, charging warhorses were soon drawn by the knights, surging towards the eastern gate of the fortress following the guidance.

The pounding hooves entered the fortress, breaking through the enemies blocking the way, crossing the embers-unchoked moat, galloping through streets towards the more towering inner fortress walls.

As men, horses, and flags drew closer, the defenders still engaged in a fierce battle inside and outside the Central District recognized the commander’s banner.

The West Bay Knights guarding the gate decisively lowered the heavy drawbridge.

Leading charge back to the alliance’s precarious front line, the generals, blackened and reddened by blood, leapt off their horses, climbing the stairs on foot, reaching the arched suspension bridge filled with battle cries.

They were not greeted by allied soldiers but by the familiar bloody stench.

——Boom!!

Sound waves vibrated; the blade in the red mist hadn’t even reached Leon before Olivia, charging at high speed, intercepted it with a spear.

The bloody mist contracted violently, as if unable to maintain its spectral form.

The formless undead didn’t attack again, only to be met by the girl knight abandoning the spear for a sword and flashing close.

The blade sliced horizontally through the suddenly solidified red mist.

Severed at the waist, the vampire sergeant, with disbelief and a twisted grimace, pitched forward, spraying blood as their body hit the ground.