Chapter 162: Chapter 74: The Decisive Battle! One Strike to Seal the Deal! Too strong!
God’s Whip - Attila battles across the land, with too many elite units within the personal guard.
Duncan slayed a Hun Khan’s personal guard with a single strike, and at this moment had closed in on Attila. He could see a hint of panic on the opponent’s face. Perhaps in earlier years, Attila could charge through the battlefield, but having been the Emperor of the Hun Empire for so many years, Attila’s martial prowess had diminished greatly.
A fierce wind rose.
Behind Duncan only a few dozen personal guards remained, tightly following. His sight was locked onto Alati, protected by the personal guard, as he drew the Nord Bow from his back, notched an arrow, the bow full like a moon, aimed at the exposed figure in that instant.
Hit!
The sharp arrow pierced the air.
The arrow whistled out, God’s Whip - Attila’s figure suddenly stiffened, the armor-piercing arrowhead penetrated the armor, directly hitting his lower back.
"Protect the master!"
Before Duncan could draw a second arrow, the surrounding personal guard immediately encircled Attila, using their bodies to shield him, even some roared charging forward, seemingly suicidally crashing towards Duncan’s general’s personal guard.
At that moment.
The warhorse neighed, suddenly leaping skyward!
Duncan jerked the reins, the warhorse beneath him as if in spiritual sync, while galloping at high speed, using its last bit of strength, leaped into mid-air.
——Wind Arrow!
No time to draw another arrow, the opportunity fleeting.
Duncan’s mana bar was instantly depleted, accompanying an invisible Wind Arrow gathering, everything seemed to change in some wondrous way, the first human form of the projection page appeared to be frozen at this moment, in mid-air with the leaping warhorse, utilizing the aerial perspective, the Wind Arrow locked onto God’s Whip’s nape.
At the same time.
In the direction of Great Britain, from a certain fog-enshrouded lake, a beam of light suddenly ascended skyward, it was light invisible to the naked eye, yet it startled many beings with supernatural power, the light upon clashing with reality formed a peculiar rainbow cutting through the sky!
Silhouettes of guardian fairies emerged, their expressions at this moment also unimaginably shaken.
The guardian fairies of Avalon injected their power into it, and on the battlefield of corpse mountain and blood sea, behind the number one human form unexpectedly surfaced heavy illusions invisible to the naked eye, it was the mist-covered Avalon, along with all guardian fairies appearing in phantasmal form.
——True Wind Arrow!!!
Power from Celtic mythology infused reality, seemingly breaking through some confinement, the guardian fairies’ power collided with something, forcibly launching the Wind Arrow as if frozen.
At that moment, the invisible Wind Arrow howled, tearing through the air.
It almost instantaneously traversed the battlefield, but just as it struck God’s Whip, the shrieks of Shamanism’s ten thousand spirits reverberated, invisible barriers formed behind God’s Whip, the Wind Arrow continuously pierced through nine invisible barriers, finally dissipating into a gust of wind.
Guardian Fairy - Tethys’s whisper resonated: "Sorry. We lacked the capability..."
Mythology mirrored reality at that moment.
The Wind Arrow shot in haste by Duncan unexpectedly caused Avalon’s guardian fairies to clash head-on with Shamanism’s ten thousand spirits’ faith.
As a branch of Celtic mythology, the power blessed by the guardian fairies failed to break God’s Whip’s Sanctuary of Ten Thousand Spirits, amid the intense mythological collision, even Avalon’s guardian fairies became much weaker.
After all, they are merely a small belief group from Great Britain.
Crack!
As if something shattered.
In Duncan’s projection screen, God’s Whip - Attila’s mark changed again, the ’Sanctuary of Ten Thousand Spirits’ on him shattered, and the dark gold mark of ’Celestial Destiny Epic’ revealed a crack that swiftly spread towards the silver-gray skull mark.
Boom!
With these two arrows, Duncan previously triumphed in breaking God’s Whip - Attila’s invincible status, and subsequently shattered his Sanctuary of Ten Thousand Spirits and Celestial Destiny Epic.
——Attila (God’s Whip) (Legendary Commander) (Hun Emperor)[Three Star Gold]!
Not knowing when.
The Slaughter Holy Sanctuary mark on him had also disappeared, that silver-gray skull mark fully shattered, reverting to an ordinary three-star gold mark, almost indistinguishable from typical Heroic King units.
God’s Whip - Attila was severely wounded and fled in embarrassment under the protection of personal guards.
A squad of Hun personal guards desperately blocked Duncan, finally after heavy casualties, Attila managed to escape back into the cart city by the riverside.
Duncan reined in his horse to stop, a hint of regret revealing on his face.
Just a little more!
If given another chance for an arrow, perhaps he could have beheaded God’s Whip on the spot.
But before he could lament, Torismund, the Western Gothic prince, charged out from the darkness on the right. He was already blinded by bloodlust and had directly charged to the front of the Hun’s wagon city.
In this rush, he had directly entered the Hun camp.
"Save them!"
Duncan galloped out, quickly nocking an arrow and drawing his bow.
The bloodthirsty Torismund also reacted and, with the desperate aid from his Personal Guard, finally charged out, but he was severely injured, and nearly all his Personal Guard had perished.
The chaos on the battlefield continued.
The imperial allies were still slaughtering the defeated Huns, while the Huns had elite forces regrouping for a counterattack. Remnants within the wagon formations gathered for a desperate resistance, while the chaos outside persisted until dawn.
Aetius charged with his troops, but lost his bearings.