The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 1041: Volume 33: Where to Go from Here, - 28: Battle for the City (11)_2

Chapter 1041: Volume 33: Where to Go from Here, Chapter 28: Battle for the City (11)_2

Meanwhile, two Black Warrior Kings also moved to the rear of the Windriding Knights’ formation to launch an attack, their Bone Spirit Flame Swords swirling and stirring up billowing dust and smoke, shrouding the entire battlefield in layers of thin mist. This was the poisonous fog created from burning putrid bones, lethal when inhaled by ordinary people, and even for those strong in martial arts, easily penetrating through the skin to cause indirect harm.

The Dark Flame Demons roared, wielding their Trident Magic Halberds as they charged into the circle that the Windriding Knights had deliberately weakened to form an enclosing trap. They seemed completely unaware of the trap’s existence, and the attacks launched by the three Dark Flame Demons wielding Trident Magic Halberds and Bone Spirit Flame Swords naturally merged together. Purple-black fireballs and flame orbs continuously spouted from their weapons, scattering in all directions and clashing with the Fighting Qi unleashed by the Windriding Knights, stirring up a dazzling array of colorful lights.

Caesar watched all this with a cold gaze, undeniable, the strength of this bunch of undead was quite formidable, and from the outside, it even seemed that the undead swarming from all sides had the upper hand. But Caesar had absolute confidence in his Windriding Knights; the twelve sharp formations were enough to destroy any evil that dared to stand in their way, let alone the undead!

The twelve offensive sharp circles continuously shifted shapes, now enclosing the Ghost Knights, now dragging down the Black Warrior Kings, but their main attack force was still concentrated on the front of the Skeleton Warriors’ formation.

They were well aware among these forces, while the Skeleton Warriors were more numerous, they were significantly weaker in individual strength compared to the Ghost Knights and Black Warrior Kings, not to mention the Dark Flame Demons. If they could destroy the Skeleton Warriors’ phalanx from the front, then the remaining Black Warriors and Dark Flame Demons would fall into the enclosing circle of the Windriding Knights. Even if the Ghost Knights could escape the attack with the help of their Ghost Warhorses, by that time, the mere presence of two Ghost Knights would no longer matter.

Komer also keenly noticed this, the black fog was getting thinner, and the speed at which the shattered Skeleton Warriors were replenished was also slowing down. It was clear that unleashing so many undead had also significantly impacted Uma’s Dark Force. But it was not enough to stop the Windriding Knights’ assault.

A high-level advanced enhancement spell quietly formed in Komer’s hands; he had to provide Uma with a power supplement. Otherwise, Uma might have difficulty launching a stronger offensive. Komer did not want Uma to take any risks; the trace of enlightenment within Iliana was always a scourge. If he didn’t retain enough Dark Magic Power to suppress it, perhaps the moment the magic power was pushed to the limit would also mark the end of Uma’s life.

"Lord Komer, are you thinking of intervening?" Noyola’s penetrating gaze fixated on Komer’s movements, "We agreed not to interfere in their war."

Komer cursed inwardly, now was apparently not the best time to trigger a full-scale war; he still needed to observe the changes in the battle.

Xerob and Welch had taken their positions, but the problem lay in Vazinsky and Frenster’s traces also appearing around Damarlinsk Castle. Komer was certain they were also observing the battle through their particular means. Only by maintaining balance could he prevent them from approaching Damarlinsk Castle. Once a melee erupted, Komer could not guarantee if Vazinsky and Frenster would not intervene, and whether Welch and Xerob would be willing to make a move, or if they could withstand the combined force of Vazinsky and Frenster after they acted. All this was beyond Komer’s control; he did not want the situation to become uncontrollable. It was all in his hands.

"Lecler, what are you waiting for?" Komer’s gaze darkened, stabbing at Lecler and his companions like a sharp spike, "What, are you reluctant to take action, or do you want to sit back and watch the fight unfold?"

"Lord Komer, we..." Lecler hesitated briefly.

"Lecler, if the knights of Nicosia still acknowledge me as the Lord of Nicosia, then I command you in the capacity of the Lord: Knights of the Three Great Knights, shatter the false reputation of the Wind Riders. Nicosia is an independent secular entity outside the Church of Light, and Nicosia’s secular power is not constrained by any faith or religion! Do you understand? You have no choice unless you’re willing to see the Religious Court’s Burning Stakes and Gallows erected in the squares of Cyprus and Godeburg!"

Lord Komer’s resonant voice echoed across the square, his piercing gaze drifting across the faces of the knight leaders, "Tell me your choice! Either shrink back, willingly become the faithful believers of the Church of Light, and pray devoutly for what they call faith, or become the free nobles and knights of Nicosia, and enjoy the glory and dignity that rightfully belongs to us!"

Lecler’s face bore a bitter expression as he glanced at his companions by his side, whose faces were similarly filled with hesitation and indecision.

The presence of the dark undead running amok in the Obelisk Square of Damarlinsk Castle was hard for them to accept, but the notion of the Church of Light’s authority reigning supreme over secular power was even more intolerable! To think if the Religious Court of the Church of Light indiscriminately implemented their so-called purification of faith in Nicosia, it would undoubtedly result in a storm of bloodshed, bringing nothing but Burning Stakes and nooses!

Neither the noble gentry nor the free citizen knights of Nicosia could accept such oppressive and insane shackles!

The gazes of the knight leaders ultimately converged on Lecler’s face; he was their leader, he would decide everything.

"Caesar, I think we might have to..."

"No need for further words, Mr. Lecler, I understand your dilemma, although I am surprised at how you could believe such a simplistic and naive provocation from Lord Komer. However, I won’t persuade you further. I gave you a chance, but if you don’t treasure it, then I will have no regrets," Caesar said magnanimously, gesturing to stop the still-explanatory Lecler. He was well aware that a few brief sentences would be insufficient to convince people like Lecler. They struggled to make a decision, but once made, they would pursue it uncompromisingly.

Komer observed coldly. Caesar’s graciousness was within his expectations. Standing in Caesar’s position, he would not act in a manner that was unbecoming either, as it would bring them no benefits. Lecler had made the right choice, even though the knight leaders of the Three Great Knights could not change the balance of power, their involvement could undoubtedly relieve some of the pressure on their own side, now caught in a difficult situation.

Almost the moment Lecler made his decision, two of the Wind Riders broke away sharply from the main formation, surrounding Lecler and his companions before they could fully get into the fray. Six Wind Riders initiated a swift attack, the knight leaders were caught off guard and desperately defended against the fierce onslaught of the Wind Riders. Among the magnificent display, outstanding individuals emerged, plunging the outmatched knight leaders immediately into dire straits.

"Lord Komer, remember I told you that relying on others for hope is an irresponsible act. It seems that you have not witnessed the scene you wished to see," said Caesar with a cold laugh. "If you truly desire to win this all, then show us your true skills. Both Mr. Noyola and I are really looking forward to it."

Demon Destiny comes to an end, and a new book is released, "Reincarnation of Wicked Dragon," a pseudo-fantasy domination genre, a bit slow to heat up, I hope readers will favorite, recommend, and support it. If after 300,000 words it still fails to capture your interest, you may delete it. (To be continued, if you wish to know what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com, for more Chapters, support the author, support authorized reading!)