Under the horrified gaze of the church coalition army, the gate of the Holy Acropolis slowly rose, and a knight regiment that only appeared in the epic mythology, slowly walked out of the city.

The dark armor, the dark horse, and even the dragon spear and zheng shield in the knight's hand are all in dark.

The city gate was wide open, the enemy army had only a mere 300 men, and the coalition had thousands of men. According to common sense, this was the perfect time for the siege party to attack.

However, no coalition soldier dared to move half a step on the battlefield. Everyone looked at the unusual army of knights at the city gate, their faces pale and at a loss.

Cumberland, who drove his horse forward, looked at the army in front of him with contemptuous eyes. Tilted his head, he spit out a thick sputum on the ground.

He put down the visor of the helmet, the honeycomb on the dragonbone parasite began to shake violently, and all the knights levelled their dragon spears and assumed a charge posture.

The hooves of the alien warhorses suddenly ran, and it took only a few seconds to go from standing still to swiftly slamming.

Just as the coalition's front line was still hesitating whether to change the formation and defend the enemy in place, the Knights rushed in front of them in a blink of an eye.

Astonishing speed, coupled with huge kinetic energy, alien war horses like cannonballs, with the knights on them, smashed all enemies who dared to get in the way.

The commander-in-chief of the legion directly under the church looked at the knights that were getting closer, and only had time to say a few words: "Stop them..."

I just watched the tower shield guards in front of me, like a balloon with a hole, hit by the war horse into the sky.

In the next second, the commander-in-chief's chest was cold, and a huge shock dragged him off the horse and lifted him to the sky.

Using the exoskeleton power of the keel, Cumberland lifted the body of the commander-in-chief on the tip of the dragon spear above his head, and galloped on the battlefield like a banner.

Feeling the warm blood slowly falling from the top of the helmet to the neck, Cumberland sighed in contentment and whispered: "This kind of war is more suitable for me than the stubborn defense of the city!"

The general was killed in battle, the phalanx of the church's direct troops collapsed completely. Some people began to throw their weapons and turned around, some fell on their knees and begged for mercy, and some religious fanatics planned to resist.

Cumberland flicked his dragon spear and threw the body of the coalition commander into the distance like a sack.

The honeycomb on the back of the keel shook again, and the knights formed a formation. The three formed a small team and began to annihilate the remaining enemies on the battlefield.

The sharp keel parasite limbs protruding from the gaps in the armor, combined with the speed of the alien warhorse and the strong defensive power of the knight, suddenly became a veritable harvester in the battlefield.

Groups of resisting enemy forces, under the attack of the limbs of the parasite, often couldn't support a few rounds, they were pierced in their chests or dismembered.

An amazing scene appeared on the battlefield at this time. Thousands of armies were chased by three hundred knights, throwing away their helmets and armor, and they were unable to fight back.

The pursuit continued from the morning until the sun went down, and the church coalition lost nearly two-thirds of its troops. Especially the Stigma Knights, the Baptist Knights, and the cathedral believers. The direct units of these churches rarely caught fish. They were either killed or caught.

In response to the prisoners of this war, Cumberland implemented a controversial move to make everyone's scalp numb.

First, he relied on identification and identification, and from the dead and captives, he found out those officers above the rank of wing captain in the church's direct units, and nailed these people to the border with spiked stakes.

Then, he threw the soldiers of the church's direct troops into the pit and buried them directly in the earth, no matter whether they were living or not.

Finally, the armies of the secular kingdoms, he adopted a completely different approach.

As long as the nobles pay a small ransom, they can bring their belongings and return to their respective kingdoms.

As for the soldiers of the secular kingdom, not only did Cumberland not embarrass these captives, but everyone paid a few bronze stars for their travel expenses to let them leave on their own.

This differential treatment has caused huge controversy throughout the diocese. The church criticized Cumberland as the butcher of Twilight, while the secular kingdoms have remained silent.

After this battle, the plain in front of the gate of the Holy Acropolis was renamed the Scarlet Plain for a long time.

Merchants and travelers would rather diverge and travel long distances than set foot in this area full of vultures, wild dogs, and carrion.

But in the mouth of the tavernkeeper and the bard, these **** pasts will not be talked about at all. People are talking about the three hundred invincible alien knights at most.

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Twilight West City, Alien Warship Laboratory, late at night.

Wayne looked at the blueprints just printed in the alien electron microscope, frowning and lost in thought.

There was a soft turning sound from the door, and Wayne didn't notice it, still comparing the pictures of the samples.

"Once the tyrant virus forms a virus nest, it is difficult to isolate pure individuals with reagents." Wayne looked at the keel parasites on the table after being transformed by the tyrant, and sighed: "Oh, how did your majesty obtain it? Virus specimens?"

"Wayne Dunlop."

A cold female voice sounded in the room.

Wayne turned his head and looked at a woman wrapped in a black robe, standing in the darkness of the corridor, looking at him quietly.

Wayne put down the blueprints at hand and said in a deep voice toward the woman: "I have done what you want me to do, so what do I want?"

The woman took out a palm-sized lead box from her arms, and took out a glass vial, which contained a little black viscous liquid.

"This is the Tyrant Virus?!" Excited Wayne took two steps forward, reaching out for the glass bottle.

The woman turned her wrist and the glass bottle fell into the lead box again.

Wayne asked angrily: "What are you doing?"

The woman weighed the lead box up and down, and said with a smile: "You said you completed my task, how do I know it's true?"

"I don't need you to force me to do it, and I will recommend it to your majesty!" Wayne said angrily: "Do you know? I've long thought about it, if you can get an eagle in the experiment. The abilities of eyes and perspective can save me a lot of time and energy. So, in this matter, we think of it together!"

"As for the proposal I submitted, not only the Cabinet Prime Minister Emerson approved it, but even his Majesty signed it. I saw it with my own eyes! From next week, Twilight will begin to test the ability to popularize it!"

The woman looked at Wayne's face red and her ears were red, and it did not look like a fake, and gently placed the lead box in her hand on the tabletop.

Seeing Wayne eagerly opened the lead box and took out the contents, the woman said to herself: "In this way, the first step of the plan is complete."

Wayne pinched the glass bottle with his fingers, looked at the light, and sighed: "This is what the tyrant virus really looks like?!"

The woman found a chair, sat down, looked at Wayne's crazy expression, and asked: "You still haven't given up your human transformation plan?"

Wayne solemnly put the glass bottle back into the lead box, his expression excited: "Of course not! What is human? Human being is the combination of soul and body! Regarding soul, I have made great progress in research. The Tyrant Virus you sent gave me inspiration for physical transformation. It can combine two or more different creatures ~lightnovelpub.net~ to form a completely new creature!"

Wayne leaned his face close to the woman, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, and his saliva flew wildly: "You have cracked the secret of the soul, and then possessed the refining method of the body. Do you know what this means? Do you know what it means?!"

Looking at the excited face in front of him, the woman stepped back in disgust. Although she knew the answer in her heart, she still asked indifferently: "What does it mean?"

Wayne exclaimed: "I can create new creatures! Become the creator of new species!"

The woman who had heard this answer mentioned several times, smiled and stood up: "I am happy to see that your original intention has not changed, Mr. Wayne, but there is one thing I still want to remind you... No matter what your experiment is, What is the purpose, I will keep my eyes on you..."

Wayne waved his hand indifferently: "Whatever you want, as for now, Lord Rachel, I'm going to start my experiment, please don't disturb me."

Rachel lifted the hood, revealing her original face, her eyes gradually turning cold when she looked at Wayne, and said softly: "Mr. Wayne, I wish you an early success in your experiment."