Elden Ring, building a legion of ashes

Chapter 135 Reinforcements

"Pfft—!!"

A sharp, tearing sound, like tearing silk.

Using the immense kinetic energy of its high-speed dive, the Stormhawk's specially crafted, sharp blades, bound to its talons, instantly sliced ​​through the skin on the backs of the foremost descendants of the limbless nobles.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the monsters let out agonizing screams.

Immediately afterwards, another batch of Stormhawks followed.

Each of the seven or eight massive war eagles carried a huge barrel of kerosene under its talons.

As the cry of an eagle echoed through the sky, the wooden barrels were precisely dropped from the air, like heavy artillery shells, slamming into the group of Grik soldiers and the area densely populated with descendants of the limb-splitting nobles.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Seven or eight violent explosions rang out simultaneously from various corners of the battlefield.

The towering flames instantly engulfed everything.

The squads of Grik soldiers who were preparing to charge were instantly burned by the flames, howling and rolling around in flames.

Several descendants of the aristocratic family with limbs were also mercilessly engulfed by the flames. Their luxurious silk robes, originally worn to display their status, now became the best fuel for the fire.

They rolled and roared frantically in the flames, trying to extinguish the fire on their bodies.

When a few of them miraculously escaped the inferno, the long robe had been burned to ashes, revealing the patchwork underneath.

Disgusting, hideous skin.

at the same time.

"Clang—!!"

The side gates and tower doors of Stoneville, which had been tightly closed, suddenly and without warning opened simultaneously.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The synchronized metallic footsteps sounded particularly jarring and oppressive on the chaotic battlefield.

Squads of knights, clad in heavy silver armor and wearing red-tasseled helmets, emerged from the shadows one after another.

The halberds and greatswords in their hands were swirling with a chilling aura of storm.

That was the elite Knights of the Lost Land who once followed the first King of Elden, Gofule, in his conquests across the land!

However, these elite knights, who originally belonged to Stoneville and were supposed to guard Grek, now pointed their swords, sharp enough to tear steel, at the Stoneville garrison.

"Hey kid, what happened to you that made you look so disheveled?"

A rough, deep voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, suddenly rang out behind Xia Tong.

Xia Tong turned around abruptly.

A burly, crimson-gold figure leaped down from the towering city wall on the side.

"Boom!"

With a loud crash, the heavy armor slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Cambri?!"

Xia Tong shouted in surprise.

The newcomer was none other than Cambri, the Forge Knight, who had been imprisoned in the sealed prison for a long time and had finally seen the light of day again.

He carried the iconic Furnace Greatsword in one hand, looking Xia Tong up and down in a disheveled state.

Endurance has always been Xia Tong's weakness, and after a long period of intense fighting, he was already panting and exhausted.

"You've finally arrived!"

Xia Tong breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the nerve that had been stretched to the limit finally relax a little.

"Whoosh—!!"

It was as if they had received some kind of silent command.

All the lost knights simultaneously unleashed a tremendous battle cry and charged back into the ranks of the Grik soldiers.

This almost instantly turned into a one-sided massacre.

With the "Storm Combat Art" buff, the Knights of the Lost Lands were like tigers among sheep, cutting melons and vegetables at will when facing these ordinary exiled soldiers and Grik soldiers.

Greck, driven by jealousy and suspicion, deliberately suppressed these elite knights left over from the previous dynasty.

At this moment, these warriors, who had long harbored resentment, finally found an outlet, and their sharp blades showed no mercy.

Seeing this, Greck on the platform was furious, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"That—that's a Forge Knight?!"

Greck stared at Cambri and another figure, Perm, emerging from the shadows, his astonishment still lingering.

Then, something happened that shocked him.

In the center of the battlefield.

Perm crouched slightly, and the crimson-gold armor on his back suddenly burst forth with a dazzling, holy light.

Combat Technique - The Hundred Faces of the Forge!

"boom!!"

A huge golden horn instantly condensed on Perm's shoulder, and he transformed into a golden comet, shooting out at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Bang!"

The impact produced a deafening sonic boom that echoed through the air.

The aristocratic descendant with the extended limb that blocked his path of charge didn't even have time to scream before being smashed to pieces by the terrifying impact.

The sharp golden horn slashed its limbs, and severed limbs flew everywhere, as if a rain of blood was falling from the sky.

Perm's momentum shows no signs of abating.

Combat Technique - The End of the Hundred Phases of the Forge!

A massive golden dragon tail instantly formed behind him, followed by a sweeping attack that devastated the enemy.

"Whoosh—smack!!"

The other two limb-splitting noble descendants who rushed towards them, along with more than a dozen soldiers who tried to surround them, were swept away like fallen leaves.

The soldiers fell silent after landing; their internal organs had already been shattered.

The two descendants of the nobles who had been given amputations also had their limbs severed, but these monsters were incredibly resilient and were still struggling on the ground trying to get up, though their movements were clearly distorted.

With the defection of Perm, Cambri, and the entire Knights of Lost Home, they joined the cause.

The situation on the entire battlefield suddenly took a dramatic turn.

Meanwhile, on the towering city wall in the distance, a completely black crow landed at some unknown time.

Its eyes gleamed with an eerie, dark blue light as it silently observed everything unfolding below, like a detached bystander.

Perm slowly straightened up, and with a slight shake, the bloodstains and bits of flesh on his armor fell off.

He and Cambri stood side by side, like two golden war gods, gazing at Greik on the high platform.

"You—how dare you betray the noble Golden Grenadier?!"

Greck felt deeply humiliated and was enraged beyond measure.

His pale and distorted old face turned a deep liver color due to the extreme rush of blood to his head, and the veins on his forehead throbbed like earthworms.

"Traitor! Traitor!!"

The dozens of arms behind him frantically clawed at the air, their nails hissing as they scratched through the void.

"You actually betrayed the Golden King!"

"And these knights who have lost their homeland—that is the legacy left to me by my ancestor, Griffith! It belongs to me!"

"How dare you?! You despicable bastards!!"

He raised his golden axe high, no longer caring about any kingly demeanor.

Like a complete madman, he jumped heavily off the high platform.

"boom!"

The earth trembled.

He rushed straight towards Xia Tong and the two Furnace Knights, his eyes filled with nothing but frenzied killing intent.

"I'm going to kill you all! I'll chop you all to pieces!"

"Cut off all your limbs and attach them to me!!"

Kenneth Hyde, who was some distance away, had already shrewdly retreated to a relatively safe high ground.

He had been quietly observing the changing situation on the battlefield.

"I never imagined that this guy could actually turn two Forge Knights who had long since disappeared against his will, and even recruit those unruly, homeless knights—"

Kenneth Hyde watched Xia Tong's retreating figure, his eyes filled with a deep sense of apprehension and awe.

"You're truly remarkable, Lord Xia Tong."

And on a solitary tower further away.

A man dressed in prison clothes, with only his right arm remaining, coldly surveyed the battlefield below with his cloudy eyes.

Getok.

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He was observing, trying to see which side had the upper hand.

If Xia Tong's side gains the upper hand, he will follow Xia Tong's previous instructions. That plan might allow even a lowly rat like him to get a share of the spoils.

If Xia Tong's side is forced into a series of defeats, then he will not hesitate to disregard Xia Tong's previous words and continue to be his humble gatekeeper.

"Let's wait and see—"

"Let's see if Grek can actually defeat these damned coalition forces."

Gotock's voice sounded unusually calm, revealing the shrewdness and callousness of a petty stock market man.

"It's unbelievable that both the Forge Knight and the Lost Knight have defected."

"What kind of power does this faded one named Xia Tong possess that allows her to change the minds of those stubborn knights?"

"Not simple, not simple at all————"

Gotok murmured quietly, his fingers unconsciously tracing the scar on his severed arm.

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