Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

It was apparent that her strength was increasing at an alarming rate.

With such formidable power and elusive maneuvers, if this continues, even the Archbishop himself might not be able to suppress her, which will lead to trouble.

As long as Shamara remained alive, the Fallen Legion, no matter how ruthlessly they’re hunted, cannot be eradicated. Therefore, until Shamara is dead, Terek has no intention of dealing with this mess.

“It seems we must incur heavy losses.” Terek said, ‘heartbroken’.

With just a single sentence, his subordinates understood his intention.

If the Silver Knights suffer ‘heavy losses’, then naturally they would not have the strength to eliminate the Fallen Legion, let alone provoke Shamara. After all, the Fallen Angel is not one of their ordinary opponents.

They could also use this as an excuse to request for compensation from the curia. Why not?

The young knight finally prepared himself, surrounded by over a hundred of his trusted followers, while the remaining Silver Knights dispersed, following behind as backup.

The so-called ‘backup’, sometimes, could also serve as supervising an army. All knights began to beat their breastplates, singing praises: “Hallelu – Messiah – Bosnia – Sisma – Amara -“.

The young knight rudely slapped himself on the mouth twice: Keep your mouth shut. Then he pulled down his face mask.

The holy light shone brightly on them as everyone drew their javelins from their quivers. They spurred their horses slowly forward, gradually increasing their speed.

When they reached a certain distance, the twang of a bowstring sounded, and a thick crossbow arrow shot into the formation of the knights.

The Holy Light burst, and the unlucky ones’ shields were shot, the crossbow arrow piercing their bodies and sent them hurtling off, heavily slamming into the war horses of their companions, who fell to the ground coughing blood.

His companions avoided his position and continued forward, while the priests at the back hurried over to drag him away for treatment.

The arrows and bolts were fired intermittently, bringing down one knight after another, but the rate of attack was too slow to cause the enemy to collapse.

Getting a bit closer, the archers of the Silver Knights began to shoot. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, a wave of powerful arrows shot toward the carriage wall, focusing on suppressing those shooting crossbow arrows.

Unfortunately, it was unknown whether they had hit anything. Even if they did hit something, the opposite side was full of undead, so no screams or the like would be heard.

From the shooting holes of the carriage, the archers of Dark City began to retaliate.

The same kind of arrows, but the ones from Dark City were clearly inferior to the Silver Knights. The arrows they shot were weak and powerless, landing on the knight’s armour, leaving only some white marks.

This showed that Dark City indeed lacks resources. Aside from the siege crossbow, other weapons were not effective.

Under the rain of arrows and bolts, the Silver Knights began to increase their speed, simultaneously hurling their javelins.

Each of them had one javelin, and the dense javelins were thrown towards the carriage wall, piercing hard into the carriage.

Even though silent, most of the undead inside the carriage were hit. The Power of Holy Light on the javelins continued to burn their bodies. Ange even felt that several souls were completely extinguished, probably the unlucky Witch shot in the chest.

Negris flew to a higher position to provide commentary, mainly for Ange, “The Silver Knights have sent out a squad, with the rest behind, they’ve started to move, bravely withstanding the bolts, and gradually increasing their speed. They’re getting closer and closer, throwing their javelins, hitting their targets, Dark City has suffered heavy casualties…”.

While giving commentary, Negris suddenly changed his tone, “Although I can continue talking until dawn, but looking at the situation, something’s wrong. The knights at the back didn’t follow up. They’re sending the first batch of charging knights to death, what’s going on?”

Just as Negris had observed, the first batch of knights charged to the breach, first using hooks, trying to pull open the nearby carriage. But after several attempts with no success, they had to make a hard charge, then were concentratedly shot by crossbow arrows, leaving a trail of corpses, then were slaughtered by the thick-skinned witches.

The three thousand witches, each of them were thick-skinned, at least to the level of tough skin. Their skin and flesh are the best armor, which is just not very resistant to Holy Light.

Soon, the Silver Knights who broke through the carriage wall were all slaughtered, even the young knight died with regrets.

Only after the death of the young knight did the main force of Silver Knights truly start to move, not just going through the motions as before.

Slowly gaining speed, thousands of Silver Knights pressed forward.

Negris suddenly said, “Abandon the carriage wall, let everyone retreat, quickly.”

“What? Abandon the carriage wall? If we abandon the carriage wall, we won’t be able to resist the knight’s charge.” Rogge said hurriedly.

“Can you resist now? Quickly retreat, retreat here. Ange, Brooks, prepare the pitfall.” Negris instructed.

Brooks began to cast magic on the sandy ground in front of him while saying, “Just to let you know, I can’t transform. I can’t interfere with the continent’s strife, otherwise, I won’t be able to come to the mainland in the future. In case we’re surrounded, I can only help you and Ange escape at most.”

Rogge looked at Brooks in surprise, what kind of background does this snobbish guy have? Using words like ‘interfere’? If they were surrounded, could they still escape?

Negris said impatiently, “Alright, alright, this can’t be done, that can’t be done, what’s the use of you?”

Ange also started casting magic, soon, the entire sand field was filled with elemental reactions.