Alien Knights

Under the horrified gaze of the allied forces of the church, the gate of the Holy Acropolis slowly rose, and a knight group that only appeared in epic myths slowly walked out of the city.

The pitch-black battle armor, pitch-black war horse, and even the dragon spear and kite shield in the knight's hands are all pitch-black.

The city gate is wide open, the enemy army is only three hundred people, and the coalition army has thousands of people. According to common sense, this is the best time for the attacking party to attack.

However, none of the coalition soldiers on the battlefield dared to move half a step. Everyone looked at the unusual army of knights at the gate of the city, their faces turned pale and they were at a loss.

Cumberland, who was leading the horse, looked at the army in front of him with contemptuous eyes. Tilting his head, he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.

He lowered the helmet's visor, and the hives on the keel parasites began to vibrate violently. All the knights leveled their dragon spears and assumed a charging posture.

The horseshoes of the alien warhorse suddenly started to run, and it only took a few seconds to go from standing still to flying like lightning.

Just when the front line of the coalition army was still hesitating whether to change their formation and defend against the enemy in place, the Knights had already rushed in front of them in the blink of an eye.

With astonishing speed, coupled with huge kinetic energy, the alien war horses, like cannonballs, brought the knights on them, and knocked away all the enemies who dared to block the way.

The commander-in-chief of the legion directly under the church looked at the knights getting closer, and only had time to shout a few words: "Stop them..."

He just watched the tower shield guards in front of him, like a balloon with a hole in it, being knocked into the sky by a war horse.

In the next second, the commander-in-chief's chest felt cold, and a huge shock pulled him off the horse and lifted him into the sky.

Using the exoskeleton power of the keel, Cumberland raised the corpse of the commander-in-chief on the dragon spear over his head, galloping on the battlefield like a banner.

Feeling the warm blood slowly slipping from the top of the helmet to his neck, Cumberland sighed contentedly, and whispered, "Compared to the aggrieved defense of the city, this kind of war is more suitable for me!"

The general died in battle, and the phalanx of the church's troops completely collapsed. Some people began to throw away their weapons and turn around and run, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and some religious fanatics planned to resist.

Cumberland swung the dragon spear, and threw the body of the coalition commander into the distance like a sack.

The hive on the back of the keel shook again, and the Knights formed a formation. The three of them formed a small team and began to wipe out the remaining enemies on the battlefield.

The sharp keel parasite limbs protruded from the gaps in the armor, combined with the speed of the alien horse and the strong defense of the knight, it immediately became a veritable "harvester" on the battlefield.

Group after group of resisting enemy troops, under the attack of parasite limbs, often couldn't last for a few rounds before being pierced through the chest or chopped into pieces.

An astonishing scene appeared on the battlefield at this time. Under the pursuit of three hundred knights, thousands of troops threw away their helmets and armor, and they were powerless to fight back.

The pursuit continued from morning to sunset, and the church coalition lost nearly two-thirds of its troops. Especially the Knights of the Stigmata, the Knights of the Baptist Order, and the Believers of the Cathedral, the troops directly under the church, rarely caught fish, either killed or caught.

For the prisoners of this battle, Cumberland implemented a move that made everyone's scalp tingle and was hugely controversial.

He first relied on identification and identification to find out from among the dead and captives those officers above the rank of regimental commander in the troops directly under the church, and nailed these people to the border with spiked stakes.

Then, he threw all the soldiers of the troops directly under the church, dead or alive, into the pit and buried them directly in the ground.

In the end, he took a completely different approach to the armies of the secular kingdoms.

As long as the nobles paid a meager ransom, they could take their belongings and return to their respective kingdoms.

As for the soldiers of the secular kingdom, instead of embarrassing the captives, Cumberland gave each of them a few Bronze Star travel expenses to let them leave on their own.

This discrepancy in treatment caused huge controversy in the entire diocese. The church called Cumberland the "butcher of Twilight City", while the secular kingdoms kept silent.

After this battle, the plain in front of the gate of the Holy Acropolis was renamed the "Scarlet Plain" for quite a long time.

Merchants and travelers would rather take a different route than set foot in this area full of vultures, wild dogs, and carrion.

But in the mouths of the tavern owner and the bard, these bloody pasts are not mentioned at all, and the most people talk about are the three hundred invincible alien knights.

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Twilight City, Alien Battleship Laboratory, late at night.

Wayne looked at the drawings just printed in the heterogeneous electron microscope, frowned and fell into deep thought.

There was a soft turning sound from the door, but Wayne didn't notice it, and was still comparing the pictures of the samples.

"Once the tyrant virus has formed a virus nest, it is difficult to isolate pure individuals with reagents." Wayne looked at the keel parasite transformed by the tyrant on the table, and sighed: "Oh, how did your majesty obtain the virus specimen?"

"Wayne Dunlop."

A cold female voice sounded in the room.

Wayne turned his head and saw a woman wrapped in a black robe, standing in the darkness of the corridor, looking at him quietly.

Wayne put down the blueprint in hand, and said in a deep voice to the woman, "I've already done what you want me to do, so what about what I want?"

The woman took out a palm-sized lead box from her bosom, and took out a glass vial from it, which contained a little black viscous liquid.

"This is the tyrant virus?!" The excited Wayne took two steps forward, reaching for the glass bottle.

With a twist of the woman's wrist, the glass bottle fell back into the lead box.

Wayne asked angrily, "What are you doing?"

The woman weighed the lead box up and down, and said with a smile: "You said you completed my task, how do I know it's true?"

"You don't need to force me to do the popularization of abilities, I will recommend them to His Majesty!" Wayne said angrily, "Do you know? I have thought about it for a long time, if I can obtain the eagle eye and clairvoyant abilities in the experiment, it will save me a lot of time and energy. So, on this matter, we have thought of it together!"

"As for the proposal I submitted, not only the Prime Minister Emerson approved it, but even His Majesty signed it. I saw it with my own eyes! Starting next week, Muxi City will begin to try to popularize abilities!"

The woman looked at Wayne's flushed face, and she did not seem to be faking it, and gently placed the lead box in her hand on the table.

Seeing Wayne eagerly opening the lead box and taking out the contents, the woman said to herself, "In this way, the first step of the plan is completed."

Wayne pinched the glass bottle with his fingers, looked at the light, and sighed, "This is what the tyrant virus really looks like?!"

The woman found a chair, sat down, looked at Wayne's crazy expression, and asked, "You still haven't given up on your human transformation plan?"

Wayne solemnly put the glass bottle back into the lead box, with an excited expression on his face: "Of course not! What is a human being? Human beings are the combination of soul and body! Regarding the soul, I have made great progress in research. The tyrant virus you sent gave me inspiration for body transformation. It can combine two or more different creatures to form a completely new creature!"

Wayne moved his face closer to the woman, his eyes were bloodshot, and he spit flying all over the place: "Have cracked the secret of the soul, and then possessed the method of refining the body, do you know what this means? Do you know what this means?!"

The woman looked at the excited face in front of her, and stepped back in disgust. Although she knew the answer in her heart, she still asked indifferently: "What does it mean?"

Wayne said loudly: "I can create new creatures! Be the creator of new species!"

The woman who had heard the answer mentioned several times by the other party stood up with a smile: "I am very happy to see that your original intention has not changed, Mr. Wayne, but there is one thing I still want to remind you... No matter what your experiment is or what your purpose is, I will always keep my "eyes" on you..."

Wayne waved his hand indifferently: "Whatever you want, as for now, Lord Rachel, I'm going to start my experiment, please don't disturb me."

Rachel lifted the hood, revealing her original face. Her eyes towards Wayne gradually turned cold, and she said softly, "Mr. Wayne, I wish your experiment an early success."