Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 371 - 9: The Fall of Kings

Mortal armies lost their function entirely in this Great War of the Kings, only adding to the chaos.

The Shield Guard Army was the first to confront Iolion.

If two Mountain Bronze Knights were to battle to the death, the only possibility would be dying from exhaustion, for their defenses were impenetrable.

The evolution of war was the evolution of offense and defense.

Yet the Glory Divine Sword could leave marks on Mountain Copper Plate Armor, an act considered shocking and outrageous.

Only the Ao Steel Shield could effectively resist the splendid sword light.

Thus, the Shield Guard Army fearlessly led the charge, the sword light of the divine blade leaving only slight scratches on the Ao Steel Shield.

At that moment, the Church Knights also, holding gleaming cavalry spears, flooded forward on horseback.

There were the red, the black, the silver-white,

Nearly a thousand from the three great Knight Orders formed three square formations, advancing step by step, their momentum like landslides and tsunamis, extremely oppressive, the result of the Church’s century-long accumulation, no one dared confront such an army.

"Believers, swiftly slay this king who defies the All Gods!" they shouted loudly.

The Black Irons also cried out, "Loyalists! Eradicate this band of rebels!!"

Three colors against one, clashing in battle!

Suddenly, the light in the sky dimmed, darkness enveloping the surroundings. Black Iron Armor absorbed various lights, storing the energy within the extraordinary metal, significantly prolonging the wearers’ combat duration.

Originally, the two sides were separated by tens of meters, with Iolion as the dividing line.

But with the first sword swung by Iolion, the buffer distance of tens of meters was instantly swallowed by the two powerful armies.

Their numbers were only near a thousand or a few hundred, but as they charged, the earth itself trembled, as if thousands of troops were thundering forth!

The clash of two steel torrents!

A furious clash!

War trampled!

"White Knights! To battle!!"

The White Steel Princess called out, lifting White Dawn, the Conqueror’s Sword, dazzling and eye-catching, now the only source of light on this chaotic battlefield.

The dawn was like snow, the White Knights had arrived, saving the people from the day of doom—this legend was still sung across the land over a hundred years later.

Surging Wave Knights, Shattered Archers, and other units also began to mobilize, supporting from the outer circle.

"Axe Guards! Drink the Secret Medicine! Today, follow me, and we shall not return until we are victorious or dead!" Lord Yerman declared boisterously. His waist was adorned with a string of about twenty to thirty Secret Silver Bottles, now only three remained. He drank all the remaining Secret Medicine in one go, his silhouette seemingly inflated, his dense beard seeming to explode, clearly the arrival of a legendary Berserker.

The Axe Guards started their assault on the left wing of the Church’s grand army, the Berserkers who drank the Secret Medicine unstoppable in their bravery.

"Charge!!" The Oak Elite troops also began to flank, attacking the right wing of the Church’s grand army.

The mortal believers along the way couldn’t hinder them in the slightest.

In such a high-intensity and fierce battlefield, the River Valley Army could only circle around on the outside, unable to break through, retaining a complete formation amidst the chaos of the battlefield, only able to cover for the Vanguard to push through.

Knights of the Bexites family, Buck Knights, roamed further out.

A force of extraordinary armies, normally unseen and unreached by common people, all smashed into this battlefield, charging back and forth, trampling the land beyond recognition!

Black Castle’s Forbidden Army, swords in both hands, ferociously split open Demon Hunting Knights, knocking them to the ground;

Judgement Knights attacked Iolion with cavalry spears;

White Knights, following Iota Hina, pursued and exterminated Shattered Archers in the battlefield;

Surging Wave Knights, like a torrent, overwhelmed the Buck Knights and turned to hunt the Bexites family’s knights;

Yerman led the Axe Guards, forcefully breaking through the ranks of the silver-white Holy Temple Knights, creating a breach, Nathan leading the Vanguard surged through, horses falling, the tall Captain of the Vanguard waving;

The Witch, under the cover of the River Valley Army, relentlessly cast spells, sometimes causing the night to descend, sometimes causing flames to sweep across the sky;

Fighting and killing, advancing and sacrificing, heedless of life or death.

Their martial skills were exquisite, and against ordinary mortals, they possessed the bravery of a thousand men, but on this cruel battlefield, they were just another ordinary participant.

Formations were no longer maintainable, all square formations had dispersed, thousands fought as one, not many perished, yet it was more brutal than all wars, everyone yelling, feeling surrounded by enemies on all sides.

The Church Knights’ aggression towards Iolion continued unabated, draining his physical strength and energy.

The Shield Guard Army held the front, the Judgement Knights attacked time and again, suffering scores to hundreds of casualties, yet could not shake the figure of that king.

Iolion slew them.

A crown with seven swords, a suit of fiery red armor, a crystalline divine sword, an immortal shield.

He shone brighter than anyone else, walking like a Heavenly God on the battlefield.

He trampled the earth, making the land bleed.

Black Castle’s Forbidden Army tried to assist their king, but the chaotic situation of the battlefield bogged them down, feeling mired in a quagmire, they helplessly watched as that figure did not stop moving forward, gradually disappearing from their sight.

They tried to call out, asking where he was going, but received no answer, and eventually, he truly vanished into the vast enemy ranks.

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Iolion was heading to cut down the All Gods’ grand banner, to claim victory in this battle.

As long as he cut down the banner, the Black Iron Kingdom would extend its life by another fifty years, he thought.

But he was tired, so very tired.

The spirit of his ancestors inspired him to move forward.