Chapter 497: Chapter 17: Battle of the Yadesi River_2
He pulled out the long sword from his waist and raised it high, Jones roared, "Attack——!"
"Roar——!" The nine heads of the Hydra reared up in unison, letting out an earth-shattering roar.
Surrounding the Hydra were countless patchwork monsters, resembling giants clad in heavy armor. They wielded heavy weapons such as iron hooks, wolf fang clubs, huge axes, and large cleavers. Undoubtedly, this was a heavy main force unit.
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"Send someone to intercept him," Elder Bartholomew said lazily, half-covering his face.
"Yes!"
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*"Why are we going out to engage the main force?"* Prince Harries, usually composed, was visibly shocked.
"This is an opportunity, Prince Harries," the messenger from the Blood Clan explained, "Think about it, what if you successfully capture Giant Snake City Lord Jones? That would propel the Nikolaus family to new heights."
However, Prince Harries wasn’t easily persuaded, *"Really? And what if the entire army is annihilated? Our Nikolaus family would vanish from this world, right?"*
Helpless, the Blood Clan messenger could only shrug, "I cannot change this order, I hope you understand."
Prince Harries’ eye twitched involuntarily.
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Meanwhile, the battle between the Ganggro Family and the Giant Snake Silver Moon Knight Order had already begun.
Nearly a thousand members of the Blood Clan flew in from afar while the knights on horseback quickly raised their large shields.
This action was puzzling, as the approaching members of the Blood Clan were not using weapons like bows and arrows. Even Tiris was a bit confused.
However, they soon got their answer.
The large shields flipped open, revealing that each undead knight held a bow in hand. Yes, they had been holding the shields single-handedly to conceal the bows in their other hands.
In an instant, the Ganggro family members, still in bat form, were dumbfounded.
"Ready——!" William, at the forefront, raised his sword and swung it forcefully, "Fire!"
A barrage of arrows whistled toward the charging Blood Clan members.
The Blood Clan, who had been charging forward moments ago, quickly scattered, each bat desperately flapping its wings.
Typically, any adult member of the Blood Clan could easily dodge an arrow shot by an undead knight from a distance of nearly a hundred meters. But when it came to a rain of arrows, it was a different story. Especially since these arrows were not ordinary; after being shot, they quickly split into numerous thin needles.
After a single volley, dozens of bats from the Blood Clan fell to the ground, including several direct descendants of the Ganggro family. Those bats that were hit by arrows didn’t even have time to react before they were trampled by giant horse hooves the size of cauldrons... some were even trampled directly on their faces.
This scene was undoubtedly horrifying for the Ganggro family members. Not long ago, they were nobles living in castles, enjoying a life of luxury and leisure, each one a pampered young lord or lady. But now, they had become soldiers on the battlefield, ready to die at any moment, with their bodies possibly never to be recovered.
*Who could accept such a drastic change in such a short time?*
"Prepare for the second volley!" William once again raised his sword high.
In the next moment, the undead knights had already nocked their arrows again. The swarm of little bats was terrified, frantically dodging in all directions. Suddenly, the battle seemed to turn into a game of cat and mouse, with screams that even carried a hint of sobbing.
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Elder Felix, watching from the cabin, reluctantly rubbed his forehead and softly said, "If they had a bit more courage to charge directly into the enemy ranks, this undead knight corps wouldn’t be able to handle them."
Elder Bartholomew sighed helplessly, "They have no fighting spirit; that’s the biggest problem. Send some zombie troops to try and surround the knights."
"Yes!" the messenger responded.
Turning his head, Elder Adrian looked to the other side, "It’s also beginning over there."
Over there, he meant Jones.
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In fact, Jones had long begun. He stood on the Hydra’s back, shouting and roaring, leading a large group of patchwork monsters directly into the zombie horde.
The zombies were slow, strong, and heavily armored. However, the patchwork monsters were even stronger and heavily armored. A single swing could crush a zombie, armor and all, into a pulp. One swing of a sword could cleave through ten zombies in a row without stopping. The nine heads flailed wildly on the battlefield, like nine giant tentacles.
The front line of the battlefield resembled a mad meat grinder, chewing through the zombies. *One had to admit, although the Blood Clan also understood undead magic, the Liches were their true masters in controlling undead creatures.* Moreover, although the Liches, like the Blood Clan, had sequestered themselves from the world for millennia, their internal wars had never ceased. They knew no peace.
The Nikolaus family members, now only a few hundred meters away, hesitated, afraid to advance.
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Elder Felix couldn’t help but laugh, "It seems our great-great-great-grandson is the bravest and most decisive among all our descendants."
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"Prince Harries! The elders are asking when you will take action!" The messenger from the Blood Clan, having transformed into a bat, arrived at the battlefield.
Helpless, Prince Harries had no choice but to order, "Charge!"
*At least he hadn’t seen any archers among Jones’ forces like the Giant Snake Silver Moon Knight Order, right? The patchwork monsters weren’t skilled in using such precise weapons like bows and arrows anyway.*
Under Prince Harries’ leadership, the Blood Clan members of the Nikolaus family swiftly covered the last few hundred meters, emitting horrific wails as they surged toward Jones’ troops, who were "surrounded" by zombies.
As for Prince Harries himself, he headed straight for Jones.
*A Hydra, with his combat strength, was something he could handle. A vampire only seventy-six years old? Even more so!* Such were his thoughts at that moment.
However, soon, an unexpected event occurred.
Just as Prince Harries was gliding towards Jones, within fifty meters and ready to shift into human form for the battle, an unexpected event occurred.
A small patchwork monster was catapulted into the air by a larger one. As it passed by him, it swung an iron hook chained to its hand, which scraped across his chest...
"Aarrgh——!" Prince Harries screamed in pain, quickly gaining altitude and shifting into human form.
Looking down, he saw that the wound on his chest was smoking... yes, smoking.
Turning back, he saw that the little patchwork monster’s hook gleamed silver in the moonlight.
"Silver?"
Yes, of course, it was silver. What else would one use against vampires?
Not only was the little patchwork monster’s hook silver, but the other patchwork monsters also brandished silver weapons: silver hammers, silver cleavers, silver wolf fang clubs...
*Why hadn’t the Giant Snake Silver Moon Knight Order used silver weapons earlier? Because the arrow needles were too thin, and silver was too soft. They’d tested it countless times. Trust the Liches’ pragmatic spirit.*
Several heads of the Hydra looked up at Prince Harries in unison. Jones stood on the Hydra’s back, his visor lifted, staring at him expressionlessly.
Some Nikolaus family members who hadn’t reacted in time were already being chopped in half by the patchwork monsters.
The remaining Blood Clan "warriors" still on the airship were stupefied, "What the hell? Using silver? Don’t undead creatures also fear silver?"
"Silver doesn’t harm if it’s in your hand and hits the enemy." Someone nearby whispered in reply.
Yes, indeed, rest assured, when fighting against vampires, Jones was undoubtedly a professional.
At this moment, the expression on Prince Harries’ face twisted, "Quick——! Retreat! Retreat——!"
At his shouted command, the panicked Nikolaus family members began desperately flying upwards, trying to escape the battlefield.
However, a swarm of undead spiders soon emerged from the ground, spewing webs that pulled them back down.
Amidst the blood and carnage, Jones held his sword, still watching expressionlessly.