Knight: Becoming King of the World

On the battlefield, the soldiers began to rapidly redeploy under the orders of the Viscount, the nobles, and their officers. This was the critical moment that would decide the victor.

Although the serfs and Auxiliary Soldiers were poorly equipped, their vast numbers could still fill the gaps on the left and right flanks left by the redeploying troops.

Even if they never made it, they could buy a great deal of time for the central front.

Cannon fodder—wasn’t their purpose to buy time, to be sacrificed to wear down the enemy?...

The redeployment of the Light Cavalry and archer units brought a subtle change to the situation on the right flank.

The Light Cavalry darted across the battlefield, their mobility making it difficult for Henry’s forces to predict their movements.

Meanwhile, the archer units loosed a constant volley of arrows from a distance, and the arrow storm caused considerable trouble for Henry’s army.

Although Henry’s influence had made his allied forces extraordinarily brave, they too were beginning to feel the pressure.

They found that the enemy’s counterattack was growing fiercer.

Henry was oblivious to all of this. His battle axe remained sharp, and the Warriors at his side were as frenzied as ever!

The Viscount stood on high ground, his gaze fixed on the battlefield, his heart filled with tension.

This battle was incredibly difficult—the most trying war he had ever witnessed in his life! The sense of oppression and urgency from that hulking, dark figure was suffocating!

Whenever his eyes were involuntarily drawn to Henry’s heroic form, his mind would go blank, leaving only shock and terror.

’Is that thing even human?’

At this moment, Henry’s eyes burned with the flames of battle. Every step he took forward was like the beat of a war drum on the earth, shaking the hearts of his enemies.

His war cry was like the roll of distant thunder!

A twelve-man squad of Heavy Cavalry, elite Warriors from the Anti-Henry Alliance Army, was well-equipped and highly trained. Every Knight among them was a veteran with rich combat experience.

It was hard to say whether they were unlucky or "honored" to be charging straight toward Henry, who had just carved out a vacuum in the enemy lines.

The two Knight nobles at the fore had their family crests engraved on their armor, symbolizing their honor and status.

Their warhorses were clad in heavy barding, and their long spears and Riding Spears were already aimed at Henry, ready to run him through on the charge.

The wind howled across the battlefield, kicking up clouds of dust. Even the sky seemed to tremble in anticipation of the coming duel.

The eyes of the two Knight nobles flashed with a fanatical light. Their hearts pounded violently in their chests, each beat a cheer for the glory that was to come.

Henry’s name was enough to strike fear into anyone on the battlefield. But by that same token, battlefield honor was priceless. If they could defeat Henry in today’s battle, their names would be remembered forever!

"For glory! For family!"

The two Knight nobles cried out, their voices inspiring the Heavy Cavalry behind them—men in whom great effort and expense had been invested.

The thunder of hooves was like a war drum. The tips of their spears glinted with a deadly light. They had only one target—Henry!

Henry felt the intense killing intent from the two Knight nobles, and his gaze grew sharper.

The Knight nobles’ warhorses closed in. The tips of their spears gleamed with cold light, as if they could already see the moment they would pierce Henry’s body.

They shouted aloud, their war cries filled with a thirst for victory.

However, Henry was not overwhelmed by their momentum.

As he swung his battle axe, his body displayed astonishing flexibility and power.

When Henry, instead of retreating, charged forward to meet them, a sliver of doubt crept into their minds.

’Has this guy gone mad? Doesn’t he know our strength?’ one of the Knight nobles thought.

Perhaps he really was mad!

Just as they were about to collide with Henry, he suddenly made an unexpected move.

He leaped into the air, his battle axe carving a perfect arc as he brought it down directly on the foremost Knight’s warhorse.

The warhorse let out a bloodcurdling whinny as its head, neck, and chest were cleaved apart by Henry’s axe. Its entire body pitched forward.

The Knight noble, caught completely off guard by this sudden turn of events, was crushed to the ground by the weight of his horse, his spear flying from his grasp.

Without a moment’s pause, Henry swung his axe again, this time aiming for the second Knight’s lower body.

The Knight noble barely managed to raise his shield to block, but Henry’s strength was too immense. The shield shattered under the axe’s impact, and the Knight’s midsection was split open, cleaving him in two.

The remaining Heavy Cavalry witnessed this, and their hearts filled with terror.

’Th-th-this... a man was cut in half? And a horse was cut in half, too?’

’And unless we’re blind, were those pieces of armor that just flew everywhere also torn apart so effortlessly?’

Unfortunately, they had no time to consider whether to continue their charge or retreat. Their warhorses couldn’t be stopped, and Henry was right in front of them!

As one of the Heavy Cavalry’s warhorses was about to crash into him, Henry stepped forward with his axe and hacked directly at the horse’s leg.

The warhorse shrieked in pain and collapsed, violently throwing its rider.

The cavalryman landed headfirst. His neck bent at a horrifying angle, and he was killed instantly on impact.

One of the cavalrymen witnessed the gruesome fate of his old friend, and a surge of rage welled up inside him. He changed direction, leveled his Riding Spear, and charged toward Henry’s helmet.