bookandnovel Chapter 970 Eagle Spirit
Chapter 970 Eagle Spirit
Chapter 970 Eagle Spirit
"There's no dark aura, so what kind of werewolf is this?"
Beneath the knight's steel mask came a deep, questioning voice. His bright silver plate armor reflected golden light, and a scorching heat emanated from him. Stimulated by this power, Ivan's eyes regained some clarity for a moment.
The knight was speaking Latin, which Ivan could understand.
As one of the most elite Mamluks of the Ayyubid dynasty, Ivan had studied everyday Latin and Greek at a church school in Cairo. Although he was far from being fluent, he was still better than Fulke, a noble lord from Languedoc.
Latin is the common language of Europe and also the theological language, but even many clergy in remote areas may not be able to speak Latin fluently. They can only recite Latin doctrines when preaching, but generally no one can understand them.
In Europe, if a clergyman loses his or her documents proving his or her identity, he can simply recite a passage of Latin doctrine as proof of his or her identity.
Therefore, Ivan could discern the other person's identity solely from their language.
Those were the Mamluks' old adversaries—the knights of the Order of Knights who had sworn an oath for life!
Ivan had fought against these armed monastic knights. The most powerful army in Jerusalem was these monastic armed forces, who adhered to the three commandments of poverty, chastity, and obedience throughout their lives, and were far more valiant and skilled in battle than secular knights.
But after only a brief exchange, Ivan realized that this friar with a cross tattooed on his cloak was different. His strength was astonishing, even greater than Ivan's own, and the two-handed greatsword in his hand was surrounded by a chilling golden glow.
Under his attack, Ivan quickly found himself in a predicament where he was overwhelmed.
Just then, one of Ivan's confidants climbed up the city wall. Seeing that Ivan was in a fierce battle, he bent his legs and leaped high into the air like a spring, tearing his claws fiercely at the monk knight's back—a seemingly excellent opportunity for a sneak attack.
But that's only on the surface.
"Don't!"
Before Ivan could even utter a sound to stop it, the friar casually sidestepped the attack, gripped the enormous two-handed sword with both hands, and like the arbiter of the gods, cleaved his confidant in two from the center.
His greatsword cut through steel and human bodies as easily as a hot knife through butter, and in the instant it sliced through the werewolf, it slashed diagonally upwards at Ivan.
Keng——
Ivan's claws braced against the rough blade of the sword, and his entire body was sent flying against the wall by the immense force coming from the front. He took advantage of the momentum to push off the wall, and as the knight's sword momentum was exhausted, he swung his claws, leaving four deep marks on the knight's breastplate.
Once the attack succeeds, retreat.
Ivan stood atop the tower, his eyes filled with apprehension.
The knight's armor is too tough! He might be slightly weaker than me, but his superior equipment and combat experience are clearly better.
Although Ivan was different from the ordinary vanguard soldiers who were possessed by wolf spirits, his incomplete werewolf power unexpectedly produced a strange chemical reaction with the wolf spirit that possessed him, which greatly increased his strength.
However, his use of this strength was just as crude as Hans's when he first acquired the wolf bloodline. Faced with the knight's honed combat skills, he could only take a beating.
"Damn it, how are we supposed to fight this battle?"
Ivan quickly surveyed the battle situation and couldn't help but curse under his breath.
He originally intended to preserve his strength, but now his elite troops had been turned into fearless madmen by that old man's magic, and even if he realized the battle was going badly and wanted to retreat, he couldn't.
As he watched his trusted followers who had come with him from Egypt to the East die one after another, his despair deepened.
"No, we can't keep fighting like this."
“If things continue like this, even if we win, Fulke and I will never see that scene again.”
"By the way, where is Fulke?"
He couldn't help but search for Fulke's figure. Perhaps this guy, like himself, could also regain his senses. If so, he could escape with his old friend, which would be a barely acceptable outcome.
After more than thirty paladins joined the battle, the situation became one-sided.
Each of them was responsible for a small section of the city wall. The werewolves' seemingly agile speed, sharp claws and teeth, and superhuman strength were completely useless in front of them, as if their hands and feet were tied.
These paladins moved with unpretentious simplicity, wielding seemingly heavy two-handed greatswords, yet every strike they delivered was precise and accurate.
One werewolf after another was beheaded. Their honed skills made them like professional executioners, leaving no room for the werewolves' powerful vitality to flourish.
Although Holy Light had no effect on the vanguard troops possessed by wolf spirits, the paladins, whose average rank was five-star squires and who had accumulated enough experience in years of combat and demon-hunting missions, were simply incomparable to these werewolves.
Seeing that the vanguard army was at a disadvantage, Jochi finally issued another order.
As the bugles sounded, the most elite troops in the Tatar army, the Kheshig, who had been borrowed from the Great Khan's personal guard and transferred to Jochi's command, finally went into battle.
Beside Koko, the shaman Wusun couldn't help but mock, "It seems you lost the first battle. It seems you didn't use your wolf spirit very well."
"Those armored warriors radiating golden light are clearly among the superhumans. Their strength and numbers are by no means small. Even the imperial guards protecting the royal family in the Jin Dynasty are only at this level."
"You think you can defeat these armored warriors with ordinary soldiers possessed by wolf spirits? That's just wishful thinking."
Wusun did not think that Koko was better than him in the application of wolf spirit.
"You have to reveal your cards one by one. Winning temporarily doesn't mean anything; winning in the end is what truly matters."
Koko sneered: "You're only concerned with temporary success or failure. You little brat, you'll only be smug about a 'beggar' position that I wouldn't even bother with."
"Watch closely, this is how Eagle Spirit is used."
His eyes gleamed with a blue light. The Tatars revered the four spirits: eagle, wolf, deer, and horse, with the eagle spirit ranking first among them.
With a loud eagle cry, the heavily armored Kheshig soldiers who had gone into battle suddenly increased their speed. An invisible aura enveloped them, making them feel as if they were being lifted up, as light as a feather.
Their eyes also became much sharper, like those of eagles. With bows drawn and arrows released, propelled by the airflow, the arrows not only hit their mark every time, but also moved at incredible speed and their power increased several times over, easily piercing even Sassanid soldiers in full iron armor.
Its power was no less than that of the Sassanid ballistae on the city walls.
The crossbow bolts fired by the Sassanid defenders lost their power before they even got close, as they were blown away by an invisible current.
howl--
The wolf howls rose again.
One after another, illusory wolf shadows landed on the Kheshig soldiers, and their already agile speed became even faster.
Kokochu sneered. Only the Kheshig army trained by the magic potions he had concocted back then were the best carriers of the Four Spirits.
Even those vanguard troops who could barely be considered elite would experience physical mutations after being possessed by wolf spirits. They would appear to be quite powerful, but in reality, they would be completely defective.
Thinking of this, his cold smile deepened beneath his bronze mask. That bastard Temujin had betrayed him after using him. It wasn't that he hadn't kept his trump cards. These Kheshig soldiers were still taking the medicine according to his formula. All he needed to do was have the Four Spirits possess him, and all the Kheshig soldiers would be under his control.
These Kheshig soldiers moved swiftly, and in just a moment they had climbed the city wall. Using the territory occupied by the werewolves who had climbed up first, they quickly gained a foothold.
Ordinary soldiers were no match for them. These Kheshig soldiers were no less powerful than the vanguard soldiers who had mutated into werewolves, and they were much faster. More importantly, they had not lost their minds and knew how to form ranks and use weapons. The two were simply not on the same level.
Even with the help of paladins, the defending forces were rapidly retreating.
No matter how strong one's will or determination for revenge, it is of no use in the face of an absolute difference in strength. Moreover, the many aura effects controlled by Lothar are all percentage-based bonuses, and the improvement they provide to ordinary soldiers is really limited.