novelraw Chapter 1591 453: Campbell's Legend
Chapter 1591 453: Campbell's Legend
At the moment Rolandar's voice fell, a mournful and deep piano sound echoed across the battlefield.
The music seemed to have a life of its own, like an invisible serpent slithering into the depths of every warrior's heart, bypassing the rousing war drums and uproar of battle cries, tearing at their spirit.
The charging momentum of Campbell's citizen cavalry, who held the upper hand, suddenly halted, and the joy of victory on their faces was replaced by sudden fear, as if they had charged from a vast plain into a pitch-black fog...
Countless souls wailed beside their ears, like fierce ghosts claiming lives, trying to drag them into an abyssal purgatory!
The impact wasn't felt just by the humans, but also by the dwarf warriors.
Those battle-hardened oath warriors were painfully pounding their helmets with their fists, trying to awaken themselves from the curse of the Chaos Evil Spirit.
However, their pounding was futile; the metal clanging could not fend off the piano sound that penetrated deep into the soul.
"Get out of my head!" A dwarf centurion, eyes red, roared in fury, striking his helmet with an axe, nearly knocking himself unconscious.
The dwarf priest raised a warhammer, attempting to use spells to resist the spirit's curse, but was quickly hit in the chest by a semi-transparent turquoise ripple, blood seeping from his mouth, losing combat capability on the spot.
As for the ratmen—
They certainly felt the impact too.
However, being inherently "mad," they did not pause their attack; in fact, the "BGM" spurred them into greater frenzy.
"Human stuff! Die! Die!"
A clan warrior screamed in rage, swinging his long-handled hook scythe, indiscriminately reaping lives around him.
Though soon cut in half by an oath warrior wielding a battle axe, there were countless others just as mad behind him.
Inspired by the music, this crazed group of little rats was still having a significant impact on the dwarves and Campbell's alliance army.
Clearly, Rolandar wasn't exerting his full strength.
Perhaps to fully savor the torment of his foes, or maybe due to newly grasping this powerful force and lacking mastery, Erin could clearly feel that although his strength had ascended to a new level, it wasn't yet to a despair-inducing extent.
What to do?
A cold sweat slid down Erin's forehead as she tried to steady her spirit, swiftly contemplating a solution to break the deadlock.
If it were Mr. Colin...
How would he act?
"It's a spiritual attack! Steady your mind!"
Theresa shouted sternly, attempting to awaken the soldiers caught in chaos, but she was merely an ordinary knight herself, struggling to keep her own mind.
Her voice quickly submerged within that all-penetrating spiritual attack, her wavering spirit drifting between fog and fields.
In her vision, every ratman soldier transformed into a three-meter-tall Chaos beast, and so did her allied soldiers beside her, familiar faces warped by green mist.
As she watched soldiers and trusted aides around her fall into peril one by one, Erin gritted her silver teeth, raising the Light of Praise high, brilliant golden flames burning in her verdant eyes.
No more waiting!
"Great ancestor, Angus Campbell, Commander of the thousand armies, the 'Unyielding Wall' standing atop the hills--"
"I call upon your glory here!"
With her solemn declaration, pure golden light descended from the sky, like a holy meteor, enveloping her and the knights around her accurately.
The light rapidly expanded, forming a massive and solid golden shield, isolating the mind-twisting piano music outside!
Within the shield, the chaotic knights gradually regained their clarity.
They gasped deeply, faces full of relief from surviving a disaster, gripping their riding spears, as if they had just awoken from a nightmare.
Deep in the forest, Rolandar's piano sound paused slightly.
He seemed somewhat surprised, but within seconds, a smile of appreciation appeared on the face hidden in shadows.
"As expected from the Light of Praise... able to block my 'Illusion Heart Sound'. But, how long can your ancestor shelter you?"
Before the voice subsided, his index finger rapidly flicked twice, and the echoing piano sound across the battlefield suddenly turned chaotic and turbulent!
Grieved whispers transformed into piercing shrieks, as if countless souls were crying and clawing outside the light shield, trying to drag those living souls into boundless purgatory!
The golden shield began to tremble violently, rippling on its surface, its radiance flickering uncertainly, seemingly at any moment about to shatter.
Erin's face turned even paler.
The previous battle had already drained much of her energy, and Rolandar, having saved his strength, suddenly broke through his own limits!
This way won't work!
Simply passive defense would drain her strength not long from now!
She must make a move!
The Light of Praise in her hand morphed again, the dazzling golden light converging into an unstoppable riding spear, its tip aimed directly at the source of the piano sound in the forest.
She had made her decision to completely eradicate this evil root before Rolandar brewed an even greater crisis!
"Your Highness!?! You cannot go! It's too dangerous!"
Seeing the converging light, Theresa instantly understood Erin's intention and was shocked, tried to stop her but was interrupted by a commanding tone.