Chapter 987: Saint Fall's Final Leap
"Whoever stands in my way will die!" The moment Ardashir came into contact with the Sixth Triumph, he roared like a spring that had been suppressed to its limit.
"kill!"
The entire Holy Fallen Knights no longer built up their strength but chose to burst out.
At this moment, the momentum of the Holy Fallen Knights directly suppressed the Sixth Triumphal Legion.
Ardashir led the way, his god-breaking strength making him exceptionally powerful in charging into battle.
The heavy scimitar extended with flames and slashed towards the Sixth Triumphal Soldier in front of him, tearing apart his armor and sending his body flying.
Blood splattered all over Ardashir, making him look like a demon.
At this moment, hundreds of elite soldiers collided with each other.
These elite soldiers of Parthia and Rome are the elite who stand almost at the pinnacle of this world.
At this moment, nearly a hundred people fell forever, but neither Ardashir nor Achino was moved at all.
That's what war is like. Once it starts, there is only winning and losing, no right or wrong.
There is only this one way, either kill your way through or block the way, it is that simple. Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, you must rush through!
Although the world is big, it can no longer accommodate Parthia and Rome to coexist.
A Parthian Holy Fallen Knight centurion who was shot several times, roared and sprinted forward. His brilliant will made it impossible for the oncoming Sixth Triumphant Soldiers to look directly at him.
And just because you can’t look directly at it doesn’t mean you can’t kill it.
The weapon in his hand pierced through him once again, and the stubborn fire in the Centurion's eyes gradually went out.
The will is brilliant, but not brilliant enough. It cannot be like a god breaking through the boundaries, with an immortal mind and an indestructible body.
But before that brilliant will dimmed, the centurion of the Holy Fallen Knights swung his heavy scimitar as if he had sensed something, and swept forward with an indomitable momentum.
Even if he dies, he will still take two people with him.
Wherever the scimitar passed, there was a pool of blood, and then the last ray of light in the centurion's eyes disappeared. He fell off his horse with a sigh, and was crushed into powder.
"I will give you everything I have for the glory of Parthia!" The centurion whispered as he fell off his horse, "General Ardashir, you will succeed!"
He died, but his will lived on.
After falling off the horse and turning into powder, the unyielding will and the belief of never regretting until death were directly incorporated into the blessing of the Holy Fallen Cavalry Corps. Even if we fall down, our spirit will be with you!
For the glory of Parthia , shine once again.
"kill!"
Ardashir roared and slashed with his sword, even though he had already reached the realm of breaking through, and even though his will was as clear as that of a god or a devil.
However, on a battlefield like this, relying on personal strength is not enough to truly influence the outcome of the battle, even Ardashir would inevitably be injured.
The God of Breaking the Realm is not invincible, and the Sixth Triumphant Soldiers are not trash either. They also stand at the top of the human legion. Even if they are not the strongest, they are not trash either.
Ardashir swept his sword across, killing the opponent in front of him, leaving him no time to dodge.
"Bang!" A sharp arrow pierced through his chest. In a war of this level, there was no invincible general at all. Even if Lu Bu was mixed in, he could not be strangled by elite soldiers. Although Ardashir was strong, he was not indestructible. No matter how strong the talent was, it had its limits.
Achino knew that he was no match for Ardashir, so he waited for a long time with his bow and arrow, waiting for Ardashir's weakness.
He seized the moment when Ardashir's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet returned, and shot an arrow through his chest.
Seeing the arrow in his chest, Ardashir was in a trance for a moment, then he roared, broke the arrow shaft, shot the arrow out from behind, and then forcibly sealed the wound with his will.
There was a stinging pain in the wound on his chest , but the pain did not shake Ardashir. Instead, it made him even more ferocious.
It was just an arrow piercing his chest, it's just a minor injury and nothing to worry about.
Ardashir's will shines brightly, and the Holy Fallen Knights are even more powerful. They are wounded but still brave. Such an Ardashir is their guiding light.
Cut off the weapons, cut off the opponents, cut off all enemies that dare to stand in front of you, whether it's the Sixth Triumph or the glowing bird-man barbarians, just chop them down with one knife and kill them. If you can't even kill through a mere eagle flag, then what's the point of fighting against Rome?
The wills of all the soldiers were tied together by Ardashir. That strong will to sacrifice made all the soldiers clearly feel that this was for themselves, for their families, and for rest in peace.
The murderer who will destroy the country is right in front of them. Someone must stand up to stop this disaster. In the past, it was the ancestors who were recorded in history books and worshipped by later generations, but this time it is themselves!
The desperate resistance of the Sixth Triumphal Legion did not last long before it was defeated by Ardashir.
However, on the entire battlefield, the losses of both sides were basically the same.
The number of casualties among the Sixth Triumphal Army was higher than that among the Holy Fallen Knights. However, the soldiers behind the Holy Fallen Knights also suffered many casualties due to the sniping attacks from the Sixth Triumphal Army and the Seventeenth First Angel.
But the moment Ardashir rode out of the defense line of the Sixth Triumphal Legion, all the elite Roman soldiers, including Achino, felt discouraged.
There is no way. When the killing penetration appears on the battlefield, it means the fundamental gap in strength between the two sides.
Moreover, both sides involved idealistic legions. The strength of the Sixth Triumphal Soldiers who were killed began to decline instantly, and their bodies began to decline visibly, and the decline brought about self-denial.
The Sixth Triumph fell into a vicious circle. If there was only the Sixth Triumph here, Ardashir would have won the battle.
Unfortunately, there is no if, Michael flapped his wings and stood in front of Ardashir.
The momentum of the Holy Fallen Cavalry's charge was also stopped, and the legion that appeared before them was only stronger than the Sixth Triumphant Legion.
"clang!"
The broadsword in Michael's hand stopped the heavy scimitar in Ardashir's hand. Ardashir frowned. The opponent was very strong!
"Sinner! This road is blocked!" Michael blocked Ardashir's way.
"Humph, you really think you are an angel!" Ardashir sneered twice. He was familiar with the three newly formed legions of the church.
The seventeenth Eagle Flag is the First Angel Legion, the eighteenth Eagle Flag is the Second Angel Legion, and the nineteenth Eagle Flag is the Third Angel Legion.
He didn't care much at first, but after seeing the movement of Michael's blessing before, he knew that these three legions were probably tough guys.
However, after the actual collision, he realized how tough this guy was.
"All of them have cultivated their Qi into Gang, and they also have talent?" Ardashir was a little surprised.
These two words are harmless when separated, but when combined together, they are indeed qualified to compete with the Holy Meteorite Knight.
The Kshatriya warrior group that Rahul once wanted to form had exactly this effect, but unfortunately the caste system and the complicated Brahman and Buddhist system almost determined that he could not succeed.
However, the First Angel Legion before them possessed such strength. They used faith to transform those barbarians who only had physical fitness into angels, and then assembled them into a legion.
"However, this is not enough to stop me!" Ardashir let out a long roar, and bits of starlight appeared on the Holy Meteorite Knight.
Michael shook his head, not angry at Ardashir's wild words.
"No matter if it's cavalry, infantry, or others, when they are unable to kill their opponents head-on, it means their weaknesses have been exposed," Michael narrated calmly.
"The warriors under your command are indeed determined and unparalleled in attack, but their defense is too weak!"
The half of the angels who had not yet engaged in the battle put away their weapons, clasped their hands together and began to pray with their eyes closed. More and more light from the sky shone on the angels who were engaged in the battle.
Even the angels whose stomachs had been ripped open or whose arms had been chopped off began to recover rapidly.
"Healing ability?" Ardashir frowned even more tightly. This move made him feel suffocated. What is most feared in war is not bloodshed, but disability.
Disability will greatly affect combat, and serious injuries, to some extent, will cause far more burden to one side than death.
And these winged birdmen in front of us can actually exert such terrifying effects when fighting.
This means that when the opponent is in a non-combat state, the healing effect will only be better.
"No, this ability has flaws?" Ardashir noticed the effect of these rays of light, which could only shine on the angel warriors and the auxiliary soldiers, while the Sixth Triumphant Soldiers were not healed.
"No, it's not a flaw. The Lord is powerful!" Michael saw what Ardashir was thinking. "It's just that the Lord's blessing will only fall on His Lamb!"
Upon hearing this, Ardashir's priority target has changed. This troublesome and difficult legion must be killed as a priority.
When the team is wiped out, it is extremely applicable to cut off the healer first no matter what the situation is.
"Trouble!" Ardashir frowned. He had to admit that the church's new-style legion had a great impact on him.
The original war situation began to change. The three nurse legions would make Parthia's war extremely difficult.
Although it cannot provide a large-scale killing effect on the front battlefield, this healing ability is no less than any killing ability.
This meant that the originally planned low-intensity war could not be used in an instant, and Parthia had no choice but to give it a try.
Once dragged into a war of medium or low intensity, the growth rate of the recruits on both sides will be completely at a different starting line.
At this moment, Ardashir was extremely glad that he chose to send troops, otherwise the three legions of angels would have caused great trouble to Parthia.
This kind of legion, whose positioning is almost equivalent to the soul of the army, is really too difficult to deal with and must be killed.
Even if the Holy Fallen Knight has not yet taken the last step, he must give it a try today.
Ardashir, who was determined to kill, did not hold back, and Michael quickly realized Ardashir's murderous intent.
"Sinner! How arrogant!" Michael's expression was indifferent. Although he was very angry, he always remained rational.
As the vice-lord of heaven, he carries far more than other angels, whether in mythology or now.
His current state is actually very strange, 50% human and 50% divine. He often behaves in a way that is inconsistent with his own settings, but in these behaviors he seems to always maintain his talent for calmness.
"Go to hell!" Ardashir lifted the restrictions.
A fierce momentum burst out from Ardashir 's legion. At this moment, the dazzling golden light no longer burst out from Ardashir's body, but from all the Holy Meteorite Knights. The gilded light continued to circle and rise, directly tearing a pillar of light from the sky to the earth.
"Divine Guards?" Michael's eyes flashed with disbelief. This time he was truly horrified. The legion before him went from being difficult to deal with to being invincible in an instant.
"Retreat!" Michael did not hesitate at all. The current legion of angels was definitely no match for the legion in front of them.
At this moment, all the soldiers on the Roman-Parthian battlefield looked back involuntarily, and all the legions that had reached the level of decisive battle were looking at the beam of light with solemn expressions.
"Miracle?"
Gretz, the commander of the Seventh Eagle Flag Legion, stared at the beam of light intently, as if he saw the Yulin Army reflected in himself. Although it did not look as powerful as the reflected Yulin Army, it was still an invincible existence.
The commander of the Second Legion, Camillus, had an unpleasant expression on his face. As a branch of the Second Trajan, he naturally understood what a miracle was.
Even every legion commander has a way to achieve a miracle.
That is to kill the 30th Eagle Banner Legion and make the Second Trajan complete again. Unfortunately, this method is almost impossible.
Not to mention that the two sides are almost equal in strength, the domestic political factors alone are enough to give Trajan II a headache.
To be honest, the Second Trajan's Eagle Flag was snatched away back then. The former Second Eagle Flag Legion is now the First Auxiliary Legion. It is impossible to say that they don't care at all.
Once the situation becomes life-and-death, the Roman Senate might even turn the First Auxiliary Legion into the Second Eagle Flag again.
So Camillo had no choice but to increase the amount of training.
"Miracle Legion?" Yue Fei of Congling frowned and looked in the direction of Parthia.
"It's a trouble! Let's wait for the information to arrive!" Yue Fei shook his head and kicked out all the distracting thoughts from his mind. It was just a miracle legion, no big deal.
Moreover, they can draw on the divine cavalry from northern Kushan at any time, and a miracle legion cannot have any impact on the overall situation.
Moreover, it is Rome that should be worried now, because the Han Dynasty is now Parthia's most loyal ally.
"Old Li, could this be a miracle of the Huns?" Guo Si looked into the distance in the direction of Parthia, cursing.
"Just rubbish. We are at this level now. When they start to fall back, we will beat them to death!" Li Que said with a sneer.
Miracle? Miracle is good!
Originally they thought they wouldn't be able to defeat the Huns this time, but unexpectedly a miracle would happen on the Huns' side.
That's perfect. If there is no order at that time, they will have a reason to slip away from the defense zone and attack the Huns directly.
You ask what the punishment will be for running around randomly?
What a joke! No one would ever punish you for sneaking off to fight the Huns.
Unless you lose a head in the fight, but would their Divine Iron Cavalry lose a head?
Won't!
They can only blow the Huns' dog heads off.
