Chapter 2647: Chapter 883: Three-Day Miracle · Story of the Second Day (Part 2)_2

He looked at the Dragon Rider No. 1 advancing furiously in the night, "Duke of Moritz" seemed to be a Dragon Cavalry Armor with a lot of personality.

It was so ferocious, so keen on slaughtering Wolf People, so fond of dismembering them in the most brutal ways, that less than ten minutes into the battlefield, the outer armor of the Duke of Moritz was completely covered in blood and filth.

It even covered its unique Winter Wolf Army-styled paint.

As if covering up the past it had already forgotten, as if declaring how much this killing machine enjoyed the moment of war.

"Will you return them to Baldwin?"

Triss asked softly:

"After all, in theory, the combat consciousness of these Dragon Knights belongs to the soldiers of the Winter Wolf Army. If they could choose freely, they would want to return to Nordtof."

"Of course."

Murphy replied:

"As long as Lupa personally asks me... In such a situation, there’s nothing that can’t be negotiated. The Wolf People are defeated, see, even with the Master’s gaze upon them, when faced with something they don’t understand and can’t harm at all, they still feel fear.

This fully proves that Huggesen’s army is not invincible.

Our morale is recovering, right?

The soldiers too fear those Dragon Knights, however, as long as they confirm those steel warriors are on our side, they will cheer for their slaughter and celebrate their victory.

Someday, these steel giants, born of distortion, will also become symbols for the Transia People...

Let it rain, Triss."

"Hmm?"

The Crimson Witch looked at the exhausted Murphy, she thought Murphy wanted to wash away the bloodstains on himself with a rain, so she used the ion condensation effect in the high air to make the sky overcast, soon small raindrops began to fall.

But Murphy shook his head and said:

"Make it bigger, help the Duke of Moritz wash off the bloodstains on its outer shell... the image of fighting bloodily, though brave, is somewhat unseemly for a war hero from a foreign land."

Triss pursed her lips, feeling Murphy’s demands were excessive.

But she could never heartlessly refuse any reasonable or unreasonable demand of her little darling, thus, a torrential rain swept across the front and back of the Lord’s position within a few minutes.

In the rain curtain that lasted only a few minutes, Murphy in the air and the Dragon Knights on the ground faced each other from afar.

He raised his head, opened his sword-wielding arms, and let the rain from the sky wash away the blood stains on himself and his armor, once again lowering his head he looked at the Dragon Knights on the ground chasing in the rain, the cold raindrops sprinkled down, making them clean again.

And in the sound of raindrops hitting the metal shell of the Dragon Knights, in the wails of the last batch of Wolf People being mercilessly slaughtered, the red light in the V-shaped observation port dimmed little by little, the gathering raindrops mixed with bloodstains causing crimson streams to drip down the irregular outer armor of the Dragon Knights.

Just like a Berserker who finally gets to sleep soundly after a satisfying slaughter. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

They stood in the battlefield, sleeping deeply, awaiting the call to war the next time they are awakened.

Endless war, endless call, but Dragon Knights won’t tire, won’t complain, nor will they betray, they have forever frozen at the moment they died for the first time being overwhelmed by anger and despair.

The soul is dead, but the fighting spirit lives forever!

At this time, The Fury Vam was struggling to resist the subspace tide in the divine realm, suddenly feeling a sense of enlightenment.

He took a moment to cast his gaze at his beloved Transia Arena, where he could always find something new that made his eyes light up, and this time was no exception.

Risking being unexpectedly stabbed by the subspace shadow, Vam saw the rampage of the Dragon Knights, he couldn’t understand how the Dragon Knights moved, but that was completely unimportant!

To The Fury, he appreciates the bravery of those twisted wills returning to the battlefield in giant machines driven by pure rage!

Is there a better ending for the barbarians under his command than this?

No!

There won’t be any more!

When all the berserkers die, when life leaves their bodies, when their souls ascend to Vam Heaven, their pure anger will be preserved, being stored by Transia in iron cans that can fight forever, never missing any war henceforth.

Ha!

At this moment, Vam laughed in the tough battle, he was so happy that the subspace shadow in opposition to him was scared.

Why the hell are you laughing!

Your divine realm has been mostly dismantled, you’re about to become a wandering pauper god, how can you laugh in such a situation?

Are you insane?

But it won’t understand, it can’t fathom what Vam just saw, it can’t grasp the "eternal spirit of warfare" Vam found for his followers.

His doctrine was finally complete!

The one-stop service for berserkers from birth to death was finally pieced together, the growth of his sect was within reach, so the next thing left was just one, exactly how to convince Murphy to help him create more similar "Immortal War Spirits"?