Chapter 55: Light Descending from the Heavens
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud explosion on the ground, and a figure burst out from the excavated hole.
"This is my warrior..." Fur looked at the neatly arrayed battle formation and fell into silence.
The faint golden glow emanating from the warriors made him feel dazzled.
Especially those long spears—just looking at them made his eyes feel scorched.
"Priest, be careful. My squire will protect you," said Knight Wolf as he mounted his warhorse and urged it forward.
"Everyone, advance the formation!" he shouted loudly.
"Ha!" The warriors let out a battle cry, holding their upright spears in their hands, advancing toward Fur.
Three prospective knights, each accompanied by two experienced mounted squires, spread out to widen the distance.
Knight Wolf rode his warhorse to the recessed rear of the formation, commanding from the center.
"Advance!" he ordered, and the battle formation moved forward.
There was no negotiation; the opponents were a mix of undead and demons, entities that could not and needed not be communicated with.
Even if they appeared as armored knights, it was merely a disguise.
Blessed as they were, they could 'see' the intense malice emanating from the opponents.
Therefore, at this moment, there was only one option: attack!
Step by step, the warriors advanced steadily, letting out synchronized battle cries.
Fur instinctively wanted to retreat, but the rising brutality within him made him halt.
Anger was burning.
'Just mere humans!' a voice roared in his mind.
'Not tasty...' a second voice in his heart sounded somewhat timid.
'No! These guys can hurt me,' a third voice advised within.
Fur heeded the third voice and glanced at the three groups of cavalry encircling from the periphery.
But these guys were troublesome too.
He thought of those he had killed earlier—though weak, they were enough to hold him off for a while.
However, he now possessed new power...
'Ah, my child, do not hesitate. You are one who possesses the power of dominion. Look at them. Now they are your enemies, but they can also be warriors under your dominion. Issue your command to them,' a fourth voice sounded.
Extreme disgust, yet a sense of familiarity, and a hint of fear.
Fur felt as if he had forgotten something. When he tried to recall, it became blurry.
"Ha!" The warriors' footsteps and battle cries brought him back to his senses.
The distance was already close. Fur's education taught him that these people were about to charge.
He could naturally evade with his speed, but the roaming cavalry would not let him escape so easily.
These troublesome guys, and the faint light on their bodies...
No longer hesitating, following the guidance of the somewhat familiar fourth voice, he felt the power within his heart...
"Kneel!" he suddenly shouted, issuing a stern command.
A force spread out, and the warriors' bodies seemed to be suddenly subjected to heavy pressure, causing them to kneel on one knee, supporting themselves with both hands, their spears falling to the ground.
The warhorses let out miserable howls and also knelt on the ground. Knight Wolf's superb riding skills barely kept him from falling off his horse.
The roaming cavalry fared worse—their warhorses abruptly stopped, throwing them off and slamming them hard onto the ground.
Corleon felt as if he had been struck head-on, his head spinning slightly, but he quickly dispelled the mental oppression.
"Haha, hahaha, this power." Fur laughed maniacally.
Looking at the kneeling crowd, he felt like a noble—no, like a king—being worshipped by his subjects.
'Yes, child, this is the power I have given you. Do you see? Before you, all shall kneel and accept your dominion. Their lives and deaths are under your control,' the hoarse voice sounded like a teacher, instructing Fur on how to use this power of dominion.
"You, disrespectful to me, end your life," Fur said, pointing at someone.
As he spoke, the person he pointed at, with a terrified expression, picked up his hand axe, gripped it with both hands, and with all his strength, struck his own head.
With a crack, his body collapsed to the ground, the hand axe still embedded in his head.
"Ah!" Panic-stricken screams erupted.
This bizarre scene shattered the morale of those around.
The suppression vanished, and they drew their short weapons for close combat, charging at Fur.
"Hahahahaha, weaklings! Come, let me test your strength!" Fur laughed wildly and charged forward.
Battle formations were meant to help the weak resist the strong.
Once the formation was gone, for experienced warriors, it became a melee.
He easily dodged the warriors' attacks, countering with his fists.
Often, a single punch would shatter their bones.
Only when touching the faint golden light did his hands feel a burning sensation.
His body was armored with conceptual equipment, yet this burning sensation penetrated the armor, directly scorching his hands.
But it didn't matter.
This body's regenerative ability was extremely strong, healing in an instant.
Apart from this faint golden light, these well-trained warriors had no power to resist his strength.
They were easily knocked down and then killed.
"This is mysterious power!" Knight Wolf finally dismounted.
"Everyone, calm down, regroup! Cavalry, can you still move?" he shouted, trying to reorganize the formation.
However, the warriors were already bloodshot, charging at Fur one after another.
They launched a desperate assault.
No, it wasn't a charge.
Even though they were trained as professional soldiers, encountering a battle with over thirty percent casualties would typically lower morale, causing hesitation or even retreat.
But now, they were charging as if on a suicide mission.
Knight Wolf saw the blood-red in their eyes, the faint golden light on their bodies slowly fading.
He suddenly turned his head, looking at Corleon, who was holding his head.
He was still conscious, just slightly dizzy.
"Priest! We have a big problem," Knight Wolf shouted.
Only then did Corleon see the battlefield in chaos, a one-sided massacre.
"Run back, tell the lord, this monster is not an ordinary undead or demon. He possesses mysterious power!" Knight Wolf shouted.
"I will buy you time!"
Corleon glanced at the horse twitching on the ground beside him and decisively gave up the idea of riding, preparing to turn around.
However, a sudden inexplicable tremor made him stand still.
He felt a familiar power.
"Knight Wolf!" Corleon turned back and shouted.
Knight Wolf, about to charge, paused, turned around, and saw Corleon still there.
Just as he was about to get angry, he saw a slender, pale golden light rising behind Corleon.
"What is this?!" He felt an extremely familiar power within the pale golden light.
It was the power he felt after being blessed.
In his eyes, the pale golden light paused slightly in mid-air, then, as if locking onto some power, streaked across the sky, plunging into the middle of the battlefield, and exploded with a boom.