Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 74: Final Showdown! One Strike to Decide Victory!


The over sixty-year-old king personally donned armor and joined the battle; he probably never intended to return alive.

He's ready to go to the Heroic Spirit Hall!

His death didn't crush the spirit of the Western Goths; instead, it made the Western Gothic knights even more fearless. The king died on the charge; how could they stop?!

——Western Gothic Heavy Cavalry Regiment (high morale) (fighting desperately) (decisive moment) (dominant position) (powerful charge) (Odin's Gaze) (vengeance)!

The resolve to break through the front line is to die without living.

Nearly ten thousand cavalry of the Western Gothic Kingdom, like an avalanche, launched a deadly charge directly against the united Huns' army after taking the high ground of the plains!

At this moment, on the empire's left wing, Aetius's counterattack also erupted.

He organized the Roman legion on the left wing into a dense formation, coordinating front and rear, advancing steadily, smashing the Gepids on the Huns' right wing, encircling and annihilating them, and then forming a battle formation. With the booming morale of the Western Gothic cavalry, they created a two-pronged attack on the Huns' main force!

God's Whip—Attila took a risky move. If he couldn't break through the left and right wings, he would be enveloped on both sides by them closing in, and the cavalry wouldn't be able to deploy, directly falling into chaos.

"Deep into enemy lines!"

"The decisive moment has arrived!"

Duncan raised his lance, and as his warhorse stepped forward, the thousands of Roman cavalry behind him were instantly filled with battle spirit.

Aetius had only given Duncan over a thousand of the empire's armored cavalry, but he remained inactive. Those scattered Roman cavalry were also gathering here. Unbeknownst to him, the cavalry behind him had grown to three or four thousand, including not only the most elite armored cavalry but also scattered foreign barbarian cavalry, Alan assault cavalry, and British light cavalry, among others.

Clegane conserved his strength as per Duncan's order, and after the empire's light cavalry rout, he also withdrew and gathered at Duncan's position.

"Follow me!"

At this moment, Duncan was clad in heavy armor, and even his warhorse was covered with iron horse armor. The moment he appeared on the battlefield, Aetius on the empire's left wing suddenly shouted and gathered the remaining elite Eagle Banner legions, letting other infantry cooperate. They formed a shield wall with long spears in tight formation, advancing steadily, seemingly attempting to intercept the gradually panicking Huns cavalry.

The horses galloped!

Duncan entered the battlefield as the last fresh troop.

In this better part of the day's combat, the empire's armored cavalry led by Duncan had been conserving their strength. With the black Dragon Banner flying, Duncan charged forward, heading directly toward an Eastern Gothic heavy infantry unit marked as 'wavering morale' and 'breathless.'

Kill!

A torrent of steel appeared on the battlefield.

In the chaos of the central army line, God's Whip—Attila looked at the sudden appearance of an elite heavy cavalry unit, his expression immediately became incredibly serious, even with a hint of panic.

If Aetius could keep an imperial armored cavalry unit until this moment to enter the fray, then their combat power was capable of influencing the final decisive battle!

——Wedge Array!

——Lance Charge!

As Duncan leveled his lance, the over a thousand imperial armored cavalry behind him also lowered their raised lances, and in the thunderous roar of the ground, Duncan charged alone and broke the formation, penetrating deep, the lance going straight through the enemy's body. Then with both hands swinging, under the groaning burden of the lance, the shaft bent more than forty degrees, and with a whistling sound, the barbarian corpse, pierced by the lance, was swung and smashed into the enemy ranks.

In an instant, people and horses were knocked over!

The enemy's corpses were flung several meters away.

Is this even human?!

The Eastern Gothic infantry around showed expressions of horror.

Duncan swung his lance, knocking away more than ten people, and after the lance shaft broke, he casually tossed it aside, simultaneously drawing two sharp swords from his waist. His right hand wielded the Sword of Oath and Victory, and his left the Oathkeeper. Clad in lord's heavy armor, he didn't even need a shield, slashing left and right like a Berserker; wherever he went, limbs flew, and the Sword of Oath and Victory, unbelievably sharp, directly killed both Eastern Gothic infantry and shield-bearer leaders together.

——Eastern Gothic Heavy Infantry (wavering morale) (horrified) (Ghost God Descent) (encountered a strong enemy).

Behind Duncan.

The mighty torrent of steel formed by the empire's armored cavalry slammed down, and in an instant, the Eastern Gothic heavy infantry of over a thousand was smashed to smithereens, their formations ruined. With the penetration by the spearhead troops through the entire line, after the galloping horses, the enemy unit of over a thousand had already suffered nearly half casualties and instantly collapsed.

"Follow me!"

The Dragon Head Banner waved behind Duncan. On the strategic map, he locked directly onto another Eastern Gothic unit marked with wavering morale and breathlessness. Behind him, that mighty cavalry force needed to think about nothing; they simply had to follow Duncan charging forward with their eyes closed.

Overturning rivers and seas.

If Attila's wind storm nearly overturned the empire's allied forces, then Duncan's elite cavalry was like the rumbling thunder, crushing the enemy's units one by one amid the landslide and tsunami.

Wherever the thousands of iron riders went, the ground shook, and everything in their path was crushed effortlessly!

Even amid the chaos, because of the king's death, those Western Gothic heavy cavalry, who had charged too far, saw the fluttering black Dragon Banner and instinctively gathered towards Duncan's position.

As a result, the elite cavalry of the Western Gothic Kingdom was split in two.

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