The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 497 - 17: Battle of the Yadesi River2

He pulled out the long sword from his waist and raised it high, Jones roared, "Attack——!"

"Roar——!" The nine heads of the Hydra reared up in unison, letting out an earth-shattering roar.

Surrounding the Hydra were countless patchwork monsters, resembling giants clad in heavy armor. They wielded heavy weapons such as iron hooks, wolf fang clubs, huge axes, and large cleavers. Undoubtedly, this was a heavy main force unit.

...

"Send soone to intercept him," Elder Bartholow said lazily, half-covering his face.

"Yes!"

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*"Why are we going out to engage the main force?"* Prince Harries, usually composed, was visibly shocked.

"This is an opportunity, Prince Harries," the ssenger from the Blood Clan explained, "Think about it, what if you successfully capture Giant Snake City Lord Jones? That would propel the Nikolaus family to new heights."

However, Prince Harries wasn’t easily persuaded, *"Really? And what if the entire army is annihilated? Our Nikolaus family would vanish from this world, right?"*

Helpless, the Blood Clan ssenger could only shrug, "I cannot change this order, I hope you understand."

Prince Harries’ eye twitched involuntarily.

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anwhile, the battle between the Ganggro Family and the Giant Snake Silver Moon Knight Order had already begun.

Nearly a thousand mbers of the Blood Clan flew in from afar while the knights on horseback quickly raised their large shields.

This action was puzzling, as the approaching mbers of the Blood Clan were not using weapons like bows and arrows. Even Tiris was a bit confused.

However, they soon got their answer.

The large shields flipped open, revealing that each undead knight held a bow in hand. Yes, they had been holding the shields single-handedly to conceal the bows in their other hands.

In an instant, the Ganggro family mbers, still in bat form, were dumbfounded.

"Ready——!" William, at the forefront, raised his sword and swung it forcefully, "Fire!"

A barrage of arrows whistled toward the charging Blood Clan mbers.

The Blood Clan, who had been charging forward monts ago, quickly scattered, each bat desperately flapping its wings.

Typically, any adult mber of the Blood Clan could easily dodge an arrow shot by an undead knight from a distance of nearly a hundred ters. But when it ca to a rain of arrows, it was a different story. Especially since these arrows were not ordinary; after being shot, they quickly split into nurous thin needles.

After a single volley, dozens of bats from the Blood Clan fell to the ground, including several direct descendants of the Ganggro family. Those bats that were hit by arrows didn’t even have ti to react before they were trampled by giant horse hooves the size of cauldrons... so were even trampled directly on their faces.

This scene was undoubtedly horrifying for the Ganggro family mbers. Not long ago, they were nobles living in castles, enjoying a life of luxury and leisure, each one a pampered young lord or lady. But now, they had beco soldiers on the battlefield, ready to die at any mont, with their bodies possibly never to be recovered.

*Who could accept such a drastic change in such a short ti?*

"Prepare for the second volley!" William once again raised his sword high.

In the next mont, the undead knights had already nocked their arrows again. The swarm of little bats was terrified, frantically dodging in all directions. Suddenly, the battle seed to turn into a ga of cat and mouse, with screams that even carried a hint of sobbing.

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Elder Felix, watching from the cabin, reluctantly rubbed his forehead and softly said, "If they had a bit more courage to charge directly into the enemy ranks, this undead knight corps wouldn’t be able to handle them."

Elder Bartholow sighed helplessly, "They have no fighting spirit; that’s the biggest problem. Send so zombie troops to try and surround the knights."

"Yes!" the ssenger responded.

Turning his head, Elder Adrian looked to the other side, "It’s also beginning over there."

Over there, he ant Jones.

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In fact, Jones had long begun. He stood on the Hydra’s back, shouting and roaring, leading a large group of patchwork monsters directly into the zombie horde.

The zombies were slow, strong, and heavily armored. However, the patchwork monsters were even stronger and heavily armored. A single swing could crush a zombie, armor and all, into a pulp. One swing of a sword could cleave through ten zombies in a row without stopping. The nine heads flailed wildly on the battlefield, like nine giant tentacles.

The front line of the battlefield resembled a mad at grinder, chewing through the zombies. *One had to admit, although the Blood Clan also understood undead magic, the Liches were their true masters in controlling undead creatures.* Moreover, although the Liches, like the Blood Clan, had sequestered themselves from the world for millennia, their internal wars had never ceased. They knew no peace.

The Nikolaus family mbers, now only a few hundred ters away, hesitated, afraid to advance.

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Elder Felix couldn’t help but laugh, "It seems our great-great-great-grandson is the bravest and most decisive among all our descendants."

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"Prince Harries! The elders are asking when you will take action!" The ssenger from the Blood Clan, having transford into a bat, arrived at the battlefield.

Helpless, Prince Harries had no choice but to order, "Charge!"

*At least he hadn’t seen any archers among Jones’ forces like the Giant Snake Silver Moon Knight Order, right? The patchwork monsters weren’t skilled in using such precise weapons like bows and arrows anyway.*

Under Prince Harries’ leadership, the Blood Clan mbers of the Nikolaus family swiftly covered the last few hundred ters, emitting horrific wails as they surged toward Jones’ troops, who were "surrounded" by zombies.

As for Prince Harries himself, he headed straight for Jones.

*A Hydra, with his combat strength, was sothing he could handle. A vampire only seventy-six years old? Even more so!* Such were his thoughts at that mont.

However, soon, an unexpected event occurred.

Just as Prince Harries was gliding towards Jones, within fifty ters and ready to shift into human form for the battle, an unexpected event occurred.

A small patchwork monster was catapulted into the air by a larger one. As it passed by him, it swung an iron hook chained to its hand, which scraped across his chest...

"Aarrgh——!" Prince Harries scread in pain, quickly gaining altitude and shifting into human form.

Looking down, he saw that the wound on his chest was smoking... yes, smoking.

Turning back, he saw that the little patchwork monster’s hook glead silver in the moonlight.

"Silver?"

Yes, of course, it was silver. What else would one use against vampires?

Not only was the little patchwork monster’s hook silver, but the other patchwork monsters also brandished silver weapons: silver hamrs, silver cleavers, silver wolf fang clubs...

*Why hadn’t the Giant Snake Silver Moon Knight Order used silver weapons earlier? Because the arrow needles were too thin, and silver was too soft. They’d tested it countless tis. Trust the Liches’ pragmatic spirit.*

Several heads of the Hydra looked up at Prince Harries in unison. Jones stood on the Hydra’s back, his visor lifted, staring at him expressionlessly.

So Nikolaus family mbers who hadn’t reacted in ti were already being chopped in half by the patchwork monsters.

The remaining Blood Clan "warriors" still on the airship were stupefied, "What the hell? Using silver? Don’t undead creatures also fear silver?"

"Silver doesn’t harm if it’s in your hand and hits the enemy." Soone nearby whispered in reply.

Yes, indeed, rest assured, when fighting against vampires, Jones was undoubtedly a professional.

At this mont, the expression on Prince Harries’ face twisted, "Quick——! Retreat! Retreat——!"

At his shouted command, the panicked Nikolaus family mbers began desperately flying upwards, trying to escape the battlefield.

However, a swarm of undead spiders soon erged from the ground, spewing webs that pulled them back down.

Amidst the blood and carnage, Jones held his sword, still watching expressionlessly.