Chapter 171: 170 Deeply honored, dead, I bring you back

Chapter 171 170.Be deeply honored, dead, I bring you back what you have forgotten
Natalie led the fifty high-ranking hunters that were currently the only remaining members of the White Oak Warband along the established route and charged towards the encirclement of the Tower of the Ring in front of them.

Shame to say.

Despite being the highest-ranking war leader, Natalie’s personal strength was basically of a middle to lower level among these fifty people.

Old Eugene, Sister Marianne, and several other old captains who had choked with her during the previous meeting were all Silver ranked Oak Hunters or Oak Sages.

They actually already had the qualifications to become Reserve White Knights, and if the Church of Avalon hadn’t already collapsed, all of these old hunters would have returned to the Holy Land of Gramo to prepare for their Holy Grail Ceremony.

Even more unfortunately, both the Avalon Icon and the Nature Chalice had been lost in the decade-long chaos of the Church, which basically declared that there was a horrible fault line in the Witch Hunter’s advanced career system.

This being the case, Natalie’s mere fact that she was carrying the Great Oak Sacred Blade on her back was enough to make her the undisputed leader of this group of master witch hunters!
This sword, which was said to be rather unproductive, was the only holy relic they had left now.

“Little Natalie ah, if you make it out of this battle alive, hurry up and seize the time to improve your natural resonance with the holy blade, with your current aptitude with it, you won’t even be able to utilize a tenth of the holy blade’s power.”

Old Eugene, the oak hunter who rode along at Natalie’s side, reminded in a low voice:

“But it’s a long thing there’s no need to rush, the two blades your old man left you also have a history, don’t dishonor these two evil decimators.”

“You’re explaining the aftermath? What? This is not wanting to live?”

Sister Mary Ann on the other side of the room reached up and pulled on her cool cowboy hat hunting cap and flirted.

This nearly sixty-year-old granny had a bullet chain slung across her chest, two black hand cannons in holsters at her waist ready to fire, and a double-barreled shotgun behind her back. She was staring closely at her surroundings, and the pupils of her eyes were covered in emerald green at this moment, apparently performing extremely advanced scouting techniques.

She and the old Eugene knew each other when they were young are now old, but the habit of the two meeting and bickering is stubbornly retained.

This would be an unrelenting sneer:
“Come on, don’t we understand the truth that a scourge lives for a thousand years? Anyone could die here in this battle, only you, the madman, has a high probability of surviving.”

The other old hunters let out low laughter, and the young hunters like Natalie couldn’t help but grin, and the atmosphere of “death” in the team dissipated quite a bit at this moment.

This was unthinkable in the past, after all, the original witch hunter warband was a very strict military organization, the Church of Avalon was using the army to train them, but the ten years of war destroyed everything, nowadays the witch hunter warriors who have survived have long since stopped using the harsh rules to restrain themselves, they have learned to seize any time to enjoy themselves in this cruel era.

Often times, losing one’s purpose is something that feels worse than suffering.

“None of us will die here! No one is going to die here!”

A small smile spread across the corners of Natalie’s mouth as well, but soon she blurted it out like an oath:
“We’re going to rush out, no matter what lies ahead of us, and we’re going to restart our lives in that big, strange land ahead of us! Either we will all live together, or we will all be here, making one last offering to the God of Avalon!”

The crowd in the group was silent for a moment, and then the young ones responded loudly, looking to Natalie’s back as the oak sacred blade gave them courage.

But at the same time, it was Natalie herself that the older hunters in the group observed.

They all knew that at the birth of this child, the Glamour Elders had made a prophecy about her, and in that prophecy, Natalie Finocchia Lawson would become a true leader.

It was not quite evident before tonight where that prophecy was really going, but after tonight, perhaps that prophecy would come into fulfillment.

“Still a little young, reckless and stubborn that’s not a good sign.”

Old Eugene sighed and spoke softly.

“You could perhaps put it another way, she’s full of potential, full of courage and determined enough!”

Sister Marianne backhanded the double-barreled shotgun behind her back and applied a natural psychic energy spell enchantment to the weapon, causing the emerald green light to transform into beautiful natural runes all over the black barrels. She raised the gun and took aim while whispering:

“Isn’t this a necessary trait of the legendary outstanding leaders? As long as she survives this night, she will be able to illuminate and shine her light.

Enemy encounter ahead! Prepare for battle!”

With Sister Hunter’s warning, the witch hunters in the group immediately spread out by their excellent riding skills.

With each of their sharp blades sheathed and hunting crossbows in hand, Natalie was about to draw the twin swords at her waist, but she hesitated for a moment and eventually backhanded the immensely silent Great Oak Blade behind her back, pulling it out of its scabbard.

Mimicking the way her own father had used the sword on his horse, she slung it low over the flank of the fiery red warhorse beneath her.

The pureblooded elf horse that had taken the Grail Oath with old Finnock was silent and obedient as he carried his new rider, a pure elf Shadowhair colt that Natalie knew was aptly named Mapleleaf.

“Holy Blade Watcher! That’s so nice! That’s exactly what I’m here for.”

In the air in front of the hunters, hovering in the night sky as the commander, Mage Belle’s heart was thrilled at the sight of the Holy Blade, and with the Plastic Energy Grimoire in her hand, and the torch-like Staff of Discipline in her other hand, she said with a condescending and aloof gaze at Natalie in front of the hunters:

“White Oak Warband!

In the name of the Master of the Tower of the Ring’s Shaping Energy, I sentence you to become involved with subspace filth! Immediately lay down your weapons and return with us to White Cliffs to be investigated.

If you are innocent, then you may have an open mind;

But if you persist, the power of punishment will be showered upon you!
Final warning!
Drop it.”

“Bang.”

The muffled sound of a gunshot signaled the response of the witch hunters.

Sister Mary Ann’s bullet flew out and blew the adjutant beside the co-captain of the elite psychic hunters escorting the psychics out of the sky with a single shot to the head.

This had already exceeded the extreme firing range of this shotgun, and it was obvious that the battle technique enhancement of natural psychic energy had not only extended the range, but also strengthened the power.

In the splash of blood, this valiant female hunter expressionlessly reached out and pulled up the black mask on her neck, covering her nostrils and mouth, only revealing a pair of eyes that were still as sharp as eagles despite being old, it seemed that time had indeed taken away her youth, but in exchange it had given her the courage of the old and the extraordinary precision of the years.

It was the Tower of the Ring before them that had commanded them for the past ten years, constantly throwing them into the most brutal wars to consume them.

The witch hunters probably shouldn’t be blamed for this cold-bloodedness; after all, without the Tower of the Ring’s patronage ten years ago, the White Oak Warband would have long ago been guillotined in batches by an enraged King Louis, just like the other Old Order factions.

They could endure the hard labor of paying for their sins, however, this obvious move of unloading has exceeded the bottom line of the witch hunters’ tolerance.

The so-called grace of shelter, the ten years of bitter fighting of the White Oak Warband, and the bones of seven thousand companions were enough to pay off!
The blood they shed was enough to wash away the sins that they did not carry!
What’s more, the Tower of the Ring had given themselves the establishment of psychic hunters through the study of witch hunters, which already belonged to the category of spying on the power of the God of Avalon. For any sincere person, this was intolerable!
Such a decisive and frantic response from the witch hunters caused the battlefield where the two armies were facing each other to fall into dead silence for a while, not even the confident Mage Belle herself had expected that this group of bereaved dogs would be so stubborn?
“White Oak Warband!”

Natalie raised the holy blade in her hand high, doing her best to communicate and resonate with it, and with great difficulty, she opened a wide range of hunting illusions, allowing the power of the forest and trees to escape under the surrounding darkness.

It was not at all as easy to write as when Old Finok casually opened the hunting illusion of pitting 60 Midnight Hunters.

But at least there was momentum!

For the youngsters who had nothing but backbone and bottom line
That was enough!

“Charge!”

At the roar of the new war chief, the well-behaved and quiet warhorse Maple Leaf started up in an instant, carrying its riders like a ferocious beast swooping out of a stream of dancing firelight to the front position.

The witch hunters followed closely behind.

They were charging in silence.

Although there were only fifty of them, the burden of carrying the lives of other companions filled their charge with a kind of decisiveness and gruesomeness that the psychic hunters could not understand.

And the first and second coalition captains of the Psychic Hunters in front of the position looked at each other.

Both of them could only see each other’s eyes under the full-coverage concealment, but those eyes were full of complexity and guilt, yes, they were both experiments for the Tower of the Ring’s research into the mysteries of the Witch Hunters, that is to say, they were both Witch Hunters before!
Not just them.

All of the current elite members in the Spirit Energy Hunters were basically selected from amongst the witch hunters.

Of course, they could claim that this was a good choice of tree, and they could also convince themselves that this was only a temporary compromise, but the truth was that in this life and death confrontation between the old and the new, they themselves knew that the title of “traitor” would permanently belong to them after this night.

They can bend their knees to survive, and naturally they have no reason to mock the courage of others to fight for their survival.

“Defense tactics!”

The first co-captain yelled. The foremost psychic shieldmen immediately set up their heavy shields to form a shield wall, while the spearmen in the second row put their psychic war spears glittering with cold aura on the shoulders of the first row’s shieldmen and took aim at the gaps in their shields, waiting for the first wave of the charge to arrive, then they could launch a deadly counterattack.

Behind them, the twelve full-fledged Spiritual Energy Masters and thirty Spiritual Energy Apprentices began to chant without the need for three high-level casters to drive them.

Ultra-wide psychic resonance was surfacing, and one psychic gain spell after another was being added to the psychic hunters, causing their aura and individual strength to continuously rise.

These psychic energy gains were much more effective on specialized psychic energy hunters, lasting longer with fewer side effects, allowing them to have both numerical and qualitative advantages.

This is what the Tower of the Ring has already accomplished trying to do!
Their tactics would allow Psychic Masters and Psychic Hunters to cooperate with each other to achieve a 1+1>2 effect.

And high up in the air, the three high-level spells, Hellstorm, Aeon Tear and Citadel Spell, were ready to go, and the high-level Spiritualists weren’t even planning to use the more powerful Legion-level magic.

It was not only wasteful but also inopportune to attack these fifty people in front of them with great spells that could affect the course of a battle, just like how using an electric fly swatter was always better than using a cannon to fight mosquitoes.

The so-called wisdom is to learn to use tools wisely.

“Bury them!”

Mage Berry barked an order.

Invisible psychic energy converged into a heavy defense applied before the shield bearer below, while the other two companions waved their hands to call forth the flames and arcane energy to complete the kill.

Below, the witch hunters had also spread out into the standard foxhole charge formation, and spread out their forest defenses intending to withstand the oncoming psychic pounding.

But just as blood would fall and death would roar, a sudden change occurred!

The shadows converged abnormally, and with a warm and dignified laugh rose at first.

The four-layer shield on the psychic on Mage Belle’s left hand side was instantly pierced through, and in a psychic tremor out of control, the blood-colored clawed blade like a lover’s caress appeared from behind and ripped through the flesh in the next instant, accurately clasping the beating hot heart, and then in the fatal cold and dashing execution, the blood splattered body of the heartless body was thrown to the bleak night sky.

The psychic to her right was then set ablaze with emotion at the same time.

Like a bomb exploding on the mental plane, it did not cause him any substantial damage, but the dizziness from the psychic pounding caused him to be unable to even maintain his hovering flight jutsu, and he could only slam into the position below like a bird with broken wings, and was blasted through his unprotected psychic chest by a shot from the Sister Marianne who had seen it coming.

With blood splattering everywhere, the deadly hunters accomplished perfect coordination in this instant!

“How many years has it been since you arrogant mages never learned to be wary of what appears in the shadows? Simply no growth at all.”

In Lady Shani’s mocking laughter, the shadows behind the originally empty psychic hunter position shattered massively.

Earl Andre of White Mountain expressionlessly led twelve Thorn Nightwalkers in a surprise attack stance, blatantly killing into the group of protected, formal Spiritualist and Spiritualist Apprentices who were still leisurely casting spells in a near-zero distance position.

Like a tiger pouncing on a sheep.

The next instant triggered a frantic slaughter of people and horses.

It was a dark night!

Wanting to fight a group of heavily armed Thorn Vampires in melee combat under these circumstances? Trying to dodge the sharp blades wielded by the deadliest of the seven vampire clans, the Dark Night Assassins, under the Blessing of Midnight?
Ss.
This method of sending people to their deaths is a bit too far ahead of its time, isn’t it?

Although he had been beaten up by Murphy before, in the battle at hand, Count Andre, who was holding the Blade of Cold Teeth, only blew gently, and the ice-sealing power of the Winter Essence Swordsman was wielded recklessly, instantly freezing the five Spiritual Energy Apprentices who couldn’t dodge in time.

In the next time-framed instant, three of them had their heads sliced off in the swing of the Cold Blade.

Those blood could not even be spilled!
It could only turn into a strange thing like blood-red icy sand that fell to the ground, and was then trampled everywhere by the warhorses of the witch hunters who subsequently broke through the wall art.

As for why Andrei, who had been equipped by Murphy, had an identical Cold Tooth Blade in his hand, he was the brother of the Queen.
Uh, as the younger brother of the Queen, a proper member of the royal family, and being sent as a hostage to the Thorn Clan, isn’t it normal for people to collect a few more pieces of powerful weaponry in their own sister’s guilt-ridden atonement?
If Miss Phineas was just a small rich woman, then Count Andrei probably belonged to the kind of deep-sea crocodile that could scare people any time he appeared in the field of “rich”.

“Swish”

Two psychic hunters who were trying to defend the nobleman slumped as the cold blades swung down, and the Earl of White Mountain, who had put on a combat mask, posed a challenge to the high-ranked psychic who had just recovered from the “emotional burn” in front of him on the chaotic battlefield.

He said in a cold voice:

“Andrei Alexei Torreze! Thorn Clan White Mountain Archduke Faction! Descendant of Shani!”

As a high-ranking psychic, the object of the challenge of course knew that this was the vampires’ oath of eternal silence for dueling, but what angered him was, where did this Black Iron ranked vampire in front of him have the guts to challenge him, a Silver caster?
Even though he had just been set ablaze by Archduke Shani and hit in the chest by Sister Marianne’s bullet, were all vampires so arrogant nowadays?

The Tower of the Ring had clearly just wiped out a vampire clan!
Asshole!
Show some respect!
“How dare you be so angry in front of our Thorn Clan?”

Andrei said in surprise, and then decisively moved to use the family specialty again to ignite the emotion of the spellcaster in front of him, causing the latter to bare his teeth in pain and stagger a little more than a few times.

The Earl of White Mountain stepped forward with his sword!

He knew he would have to pay something to finish off this far stronger foe.

It wasn’t a good target to hunt, but he knew he had to do it!
He had already heard of Murphy’s rise to power from the mouthy little players, and he had witnessed the image of Murphy feeding a silver vampire heart to a dog.

He wasn’t really so eager for a victory over the strong, he just wanted to prove to his ancestors that he wasn’t inferior to his “peers”!

That’s all!

However, Shani didn’t have time to pay attention to her defiant descendant, she was busy.

“Pfft.”

The scarlet fist blade gently grazed past Mage Berry’s left arm, the sharp psychic energy blade slicing through the caster’s tendons with precision, elegant and deadly like a scalpel swung up in an instant.

Archduke Thorn didn’t care about the struggles of the Tower of the Ring’s psychic master, and regarded it as the “appetizer” of this midnight banquet.

The absolute difference in strength between the two sides was too great, allowing her to enjoy the fear of the defeated and humiliate them to her heart’s content!
And best of all, even if the other side retaliated, it would only be on the Blood Vulture Clan who provoked them head-on.
Gee, what a night of good fortune.

Thanks to the Mother of Midnight for the gift!
“Two Black Night Wars, the massacre of the Blood Fear Clan, the expulsion of the Wolfsbane Clan, and the retaliation against the Blood Vulture Clan! You seem to be winning all the time, keeping the Tower of the Ring’s mighty stomp on the Blood Clan’s heads and climbing.

You arrogantly believe that the Midnight Familiars are nothing more than that, yet the bitter truth is…”

“Pfft.”

Five fingers pierced like knives.

Slicing through the Belle Mage’s waist, stomach, and neck in a ghostly attack, staining her all white robes scarlet with her own blood, and cutting out a third of her tongue in a near-impossible maneuver, making it impossible for her to chant even a single psychic character.

Lady Shani’s long dress, however, was not stained with a single drop of blood, and again, with the swing of the claw blade in her left hand, the entire scalp of the high-ranked psychic master was sliced off.

This wasn’t a battle at all, this was an execution-style sadistic killing!

Archduchess Thorn’s long skirt floated into a fluttering gesture in the night, and as she pressed down on Mage Berry, who had become a bloody man, with one hand, she looked at the other party’s eyes of hatred and anger, and then revealed a gentle smile as dignified as the wife of a court noblewoman.

As if enjoying afternoon tea like enjoying the hatred of the person in front of her.

She whispered:

“The truth of the matter is that the Bloods under midnight can never be truly defeated by you! Tonight, I am honored to join the Archduke of the Blood Vulture and Count Murphy in bringing back to you what you have forgotten. You’re afraid.
It seems that you have remembered.

Heh, it’s time for you livestock to understand your true place in the world! Tonight, welcome back to the bottom of the food chain!”

“Snap.”

The spine snapped and the headless body smashed into the ground.

Lady Shani, who was carrying the dripping head, reached up and wiped the splattered hot blood from her cheek, before putting it back into her mouth and gently sucking on it.

“Mmm, blood drenched in fear, ever so delicious .”

(End of chapter)