Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 12 Run! Run at breakneck speed!
"Ptooey~ Ptooey~ Ptooey~"

Haven was a little dizzy after Taren threw him out of the pile of dirt.

"Young Master, how are you? Are you alright?"

Watching Taren's mouth open and close, Haven reached out and picked at his ear.

"Huh? What did you say? I can't hear you?"

Helpless, Taren had no choice but to lean close to Havent's ear and shout:
"Young Master! Are you alright? I see the energy shield has disappeared."

"I'm fine!!!" (Very loudly)
With Taren's help, Haven stood up, dirt streaming down his body.

"Young Master, what have you done? How did things get like this?"

"What?"

"What did you do? The magic circle seems to be gone too."

"Ugh!!!! You don't understand! Art!!!! The power of art!!!!"

Haven looked around and, using the flames burning on the minotaur's body not far away, made out the surrounding situation. It was indeed very artistic; the area within a 20-meter radius was completely open.

"Young master! What do we do now? The horse has been knocked down by your art, and Babaka can't get up for the time being."

After a moment, Haven was no longer so dizzy. He vigorously washed his nose to get the dirt out of his nasal cavity and patted Taren on the shoulder.

"Mission accomplished, now it's time to retreat, as for the horses."

“Chirp~~~~~~~~~~~”

A long howl interrupted their conversation. In the distance, a black-robed figure with only one arm walked over, surrounded by ghouls.

"heresy!!!!!!!!

You wicked maggot, how dare you ruin Lord Naraku's plans!

I will tear you to pieces!!!

Seeing the black-robed man who was extremely angry and whose body was flaming with green flames, Haven couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Taren, I need to change what I just said. We have to run! Run!!!"

Taren glanced at the ghouls approaching from all sides and nodded. The young master's art had just destroyed their defensive formation, and now only seven or eight White Lion Knights remained gathered around him.

“Let’s go to the eastern outpost; there are spare horses there.”

With Taren's help, Haven followed the team unsteadily, as if he were drunk.

South wall of Whiterun
"Everyone, prepare to form ranks, three-stage attack, prepare to face the onslaught."

Faced with the fearless onslaught of the ghouls, Whiterun, outnumbered and outgunned, could only manage a meager resistance and had no time to clear the piles of corpses beneath the city walls.

By this time, the pile of corpses was almost level with the city wall.

Count Morrie brandished the broken sword, directing his men to fill in. Clearly, the decorative sword was no match for such intense combat.

"Damn it! Damn it! Hasn't Kevin's situation been resolved yet?"

However, it was clear that no one could answer his question.

"Solis! Solis! A few more blows, let the soldiers catch their breath, the pressure is too much!"

As the battle progressed, some powerful undead appeared in the siege force of the ghouls, most of whom were mid-to-high level in life.

Mixed among the ghouls, they suddenly inflict heavy damage on the defending soldiers.

"My lord, Lord Solis is injured."

"#￥&"

After cursing under his breath, Mori looked at the situation on the city wall with a worried expression. "Are we going to perish here today? God, great Tyre, save your people!"

'Thump~~~~~~~'

A loud explosion rang out, and the attacking ghouls seemed to be disturbed, their movements momentarily halting.

"Roar!!!!!"

A loud roar echoed from within Whiterun City.

A moment later, a battered dragon flew up from the city, its bones, which emanated a faint golden light, protruding from its body.

Clearly, Count Hylan's protracted battle had inflicted considerable damage on the dragon.

However, the soaring dragon paid no attention to the soldiers fighting the ghouls on the city walls.

It flew straight towards the ghouls outside the city, its golden eyes, burning like flames, shining brightly in the night sky.

At this moment, Earl Hylan, covered in blood, also jumped onto the city wall, took a few steps to his old friend's side, and looked at the flying dragon with a puzzled expression, asking...
"what's the situation?"

"Don't know? What's going on with you?"

Earl Hylan took out a bottle of potion from his pouch and tilted his head back to gulp it down. He hadn't had a chance to drink the potion during the fierce battle with the dragon.

If I didn't stand in front, my personal guards would be instantly killed the moment they met the dragon. Even so, most of my fifty-man personal guards were lost.

"We were almost completely wiped out. If that dragon hadn't suddenly broken free and flown away, we probably would have perished together with it if we had continued fighting."

The black-robed men who had been standing on the earthen slope controlling the ghouls' attack on the city collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood, as if struck by a heavy blow.

The leader of the black-robed men turned to look behind him, where the hillside that had been radiating red light had now turned completely black.

"Damn it, someone has destroyed the necromancy enslavement array!"

"Roar!!!!"

Before the man in black robes could say anything more, a giant dragon with a crimson glow on its chest flew over, its golden pupils burning with furious flames.

"You filthy, vile vermin"
You will pay the price for your actions! (Dragon's words)

Immediately afterwards, the dragon opened its mouth wide and breathed its dragon breath at the ghouls below, instantly turning a large number of ghouls into ashes in the dragon flames.

However, the dragon was already on the verge of death. After being manipulated and controlled by the Church of Death and enslaved by the undead, if it weren't for hatred and the inviolability of the dragon's dignity, Nagre would have already returned to the call of the Dragon God.

After unleashing a burst of dragonfire with all its might, its battered body could no longer support another attack.

Seeing the black-robed man protected by the defensive shield, the dragon let out a mournful roar, circled in the sky for a moment, tightened its wings, and crashed into the location of the black-robed man.

With a deafening roar, a cloud of dust billowed up from the hillside as the dragon rammed into it.

Smoke dissipates
A large pit, fifty meters in diameter, appeared, and moments later, a withered hand emerged from the soil.

The dragon lay motionless in the crater, its massive jaws clamping half of the black-robed man between its teeth. Its eyes, which had once shone with golden light like the sun, slowly dimmed. Faint green flames flickered again from the tattered parts of its body.

At the edge of the pit, the black-robed leader struggled for a long time before rolling out of the sand.

The dragon, watching its impending death, let out a sinister and piercing laugh.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie"
Embrace death!

The dragon looked at the tiny, insignificant chicken claw reaching out to it, but unfortunately, it was already unable to move.

"Lord Io~ Forgive me~~~~~"

Nagre calmly closed his eyes, awaiting death.

"Stop! You scoundrel, take this righteous blow!"

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