Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 11 Raid
With a roar from Haven.

The knight squad that was unleashing their sword energy slash immediately turned their heads to look.

At this moment, the minotaur, in his frenzied charge, was less than fifty meters away from the raiding party.

"Scroll ready, minotauror advance direction, first round of firing."

Upon hearing Taren's command, the knight on the left quickly drew a magic scroll from his waist.

With a pull of both hands, ten fireballs were hurled at the charging minotaur. A violent explosion followed, and the minotaur was blasted backward.

Seeing the minotaur struggling on the ground, Haven breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young Master, get ready!"

Hearing Taren call his name, Haven quickly turned around and took out the alchemical bomb his teacher had given him from his pouch.

"Hehehe~
You guys are really brave!

A massive magical energy shield rose up, instantly blasting away the ghouls surrounding the magic circle.

The unexpected turn of events disrupted the raiding team's plans.

"Master, what should we do now?"

Watching the black-robed figure sitting in the center of the magic circle slowly stand up, Haven gritted his teeth.

"Continue! The magic energy shield has a limit to its defense; continue the attack."

"Yes! Everyone, roam and attack! The remaining Fireball scrolls, attack the target's energy shield!"

As the formation changed, the assault team began to rush around the edge of the energy shield. Twenty fireballs hit the energy shield, creating ripples. The magic circle trembled and then quickly returned to calm.

Seeing the situation before him, Havent's face flashed with unease, and then he shouted to Taren:

"This won't work; we need to concentrate our attack on one location."

The knight commander, who was vigorously wielding his lance, paused for a moment after hearing his young master's words, then looked up towards Whiterun City. Even from a distance, he could see the sky there, slightly reddened by the flames.

"White Lion Legion, dismount! Form ranks!"

Under Taren's command, the thirty knights quickly formed a semicircle, keeping their young master at the innermost part.

Half-kneeling on the ground, Haven quickly rummaged through his magic pouch for the magical items his teacher had given him.

The white lion knight at the front, wielding a knight's great shield, had already engaged the approaching ghouls. Facing the charging ghouls, the knight at the front delivered a synchronized shield bash, repelling them.

The knights in the back row, wielding long spears, thrust their spears at the ghoul's head, unsure how long it would take their young master to break through the energy shield.

He did not use the sword qi slash, which consumed a great deal of battle qi, again.

Haven, positioned in the center of the formation, failed to break the energy shield despite casting five Fireball scrolls in succession.

Seeing that Haven couldn't do anything about the energy shield, the man in black robes inside sat down again.

"Hehehe~
Don't waste your energy, embrace death.

You will find salvation in death.

And you
Ah~~~~~
So young, so full of life, I will offer you as a sacrifice to Lord Naraku.

I believe Lord Naraku will enjoy the taste of your flesh.

'roar!!!!!!!'

‘Dong~dong~dong~’

The sound of footsteps, like the beating of a giant drum, came again. The minotaur, who had just been knocked down by the fireball, got up again and walked towards the raiding party.

“Moo~~~~~”

The minotaur let out a bellow and charged towards the crowd, wielding his large club.

Taren stared gravely at the approaching behemoth.

"Young Master, you need to hurry, I'm afraid I can't hold on for much longer. Harik, Fedmin, Mumu, Babacar, come with me."

Taren drew his longsword from his waist, and his fiery battle aura surged forth once more. He unleashed several sword energies forward, clearing away the ghouls in front of him. The five of them quickly broke through the gaps in the shield formation and rushed out.

"Victory belongs to the white lion"

As the minotaur swung his club at him, Taren took a few steps forward and launched a leaping slash aimed at the minotaur's head.

Sensing danger, the minotaur instinctively shook his head.

Taren's longsword struck the bull's horn as if it were striking a block of iron, producing a dull metallic clang.

The powerful reaction force bounced Taren back, and feeling the numbness in his palm, his expression grew increasingly serious.

When this minotaur was alive, he must have been at least at the peak of a high-level warrior. With the enhancement of necromancy, his physical body is even stronger than when he was alive.

The minotaur, who had taken the full force of Taren's attack, was also somewhat confused, and the soul fire in his eyes flickered a few times.

However, after a few moments of hesitation, the minotaur quickly regained his balance, roared, and charged forward again with his club.

The massive white club, accompanied by the stench of rotting flesh, crashed down on the five men. They quickly scattered, their years of combat experience needing no further explanation from Taren.

Having fought the Orc Empire many times, they knew that the Minotaur's weakness was its slow turning speed. After dodging the attacks, Harik and Fedmin quickly rushed to the Minotaur's sides from behind.

Taren held his swords upright in front of his chest with both hands, his body ablaze with bright flames of fighting spirit, which then flowed rapidly towards the two swords in front of his chest.

Mumu and Babaka, standing on the left and right sides, charged towards the minotaur with their glowing knight shields.

The powerful impact momentarily froze the minotaur in place, and Harik and Fedmin, who were hiding behind him, quickly delivered a double slash to the bend of the minotaur's knees.

Two sounds: 'Bang~ Bang~'.

Like the sound of a rope snapping, the minotaur, still in a state of paralysis, immediately knelt on both knees.
"Flaming Cross Slash"

Having fully charged up, Taren unleashed a massive red cross-shaped sword aura at the kneeling minotaur.

The minotaur struck by the cross slash was thrown to the ground, its massive body engulfed in flames.

Taren, having completed the strike, leaned on his two-handed sword, panting heavily. This attack had nearly exhausted his fighting spirit.

'Boom! Thud!'

A thunderous roar came from behind, and before Taren could turn around to see what had happened, a powerful gust of air blew them all away.

The perspective shifts back to the energy shield.

Embrace death!
You will find salvation in death.
Great.

"Hug me, you stinking shit!"

Having you was worse than being fucked by a dog.

If you're so eager to die, you should have let your mom dump you after she finished with you.

A direct hug...

It was obvious that the energy shield was not soundproof, and the extreme foul language caused the black-robed man on the magic circle to momentarily lose his mind.

The black-robed man, realizing what was happening, blushed slightly on his previously withered and pale face. He stood up abruptly from the magic circle and pointed his withered, chicken-claw-like fingers at Haven.

"You you you~~~~~~~"
You heretic!!!
I will skin you alive, rip out your tongue, and cut off your head to see your writhing, convulsing flesh.

As the man in black robes left the magic circle, the energy shield that had been radiating a halo dimmed.

Seeing the situation, Haven quickly slapped a scroll onto his body, and a small magical shield was generated in front of him.

"Alright, alright, I'm waiting for you, art is Patrick Star!!!!"

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(End of this chapter)