Ch. 154 Wilden strode forward like a mountain

Wilden strode forward like a mountain, meeting the others. The Raiders retreated, howling, hiding themselves behind their round shields.

But in front of Wilden, these Anglo-Saxons had no choice but to shrink back.

Mia and Melina headed toward the direction where Egde had fallen. Three Raiders blocked Mia, but the glowing golden blade on Mia’s staff kept them from acting rashly.

Then, it was Mia who attacked first.

Taking advantage of the fact that the three had not yet surrounded her, she thrust forward with her staff, which was being used as a short spear.

That Raider raised his round shield, imitating the method used against short spears.

However, the glowing golden magical blade passed through the shield and the human body as if it were passing through air.

It was still emitting high heat.

It hissed within the flesh, and the place where the wooden shield made contact with the blade instantly began to smoke.

The Raider widened his eyes in disbelief, and as the magical blade was withdrawn, the life faded from his pupils.

The magical blade then swept horizontally, forcing back the other two.

They saw the golden blade pass through their companion’s shield, armor, and body as if they were nothing.

This was an attack method akin to sorcery, and in their dismay, the Raiders dared not approach rashly, even with their numerical advantage.

Mia saw the enemy’s shoulders heaving with breath.

The next instant, both roared and charged forward.

One on the left, one on the right. Mia stepped back lightly and swept her staff. The man on the right, originally confident in his skills, had underestimated Mia’s abilities.

He died immediately under Mia’s hand, his wound seared to a charred black.

After the sweep, she changed her move and swung upward, easily cutting through the iron sword the other Raider intended to use for blocking.

The Anglo-Saxon’s face was radiated by the heat, and he retreated with his eyes closed. He then threw a flying axe at Mia, but the axe was deflected by a blue barrier.

“Wizard! Wizard!”

He retreated in terror, tripped over a corpse, and fell to the ground.

The Raider scrambled to get up and ran toward the back, but what he saw was a group of companions already lying on the ground.

There was a girl wearing a black robe, holding a silver dagger, with a corpse under her feet.

When she saw another Raider, Melina looked up.

That eye looked at him, as if Hel’s right hand had gripped his heart.

The Raider screamed instinctively and charged in another direction.

An arrow flew over, and Melina turned her body to dodge it. The Anglo-Saxons scattered across the battlefield were gathering here.

“Wilden, help hold them off!” Mia shouted, running toward the horse that was on the verge of death.

Knight Egde looked as if he were already dead, pinned under the horse.

This was the first time Mia had used a Prayer to heal a creature other than a human.

She pressed her hands on the horse’s body. Amidst the golden light, the hoof, which had been almost completely severed with only flesh connecting it, healed. The girl felt the sturdy creature’s breathing gradually steady.

Battle cries and screams came from beside her; Wilden was already fighting with the other Raiders.

“Valhalla is opening for us!” the leader among the Anglo-Saxons roared, holding his battle axe and shield high.

Just like tribesmen hunting mammoths in ancient times, the Anglo-Saxons surrounded Wilden.

They probed with javelins and spears.

“Good boy, get up…” Mia patted the lying horse. The horse gasped and staggered to its feet.

The knight lay on the ground with his helmet fallen to the side. His face was twisted in pain, his lips and eyes tightly shut.

But fortunately, he was still alive.

Mia healed him.

Egde opened his eyes and looked blankly at Mia before him, his memory still stuck at the moment his horse’s leg was severed.

“Get up, Knight Egde; let’s drive the Anglo-Saxons away.”

A javelin was thrown at Wilden. In the instant he turned to the side, he reached out, grabbed the javelin that flew past him, and threw it back with great force.

The speed at which the javelin flew was like a giant arrow shot from a ballista; it instantly pierced one Soldier in front of him and then pinned the second Soldier to the ground.

Wilden was like a terrifying beast; no one on the scene could keep up with his speed as he charged into the Anglo-Saxons surrounding him.

They had thought this was a difficult, evenly matched hunt, but they hadn’t expected it to be a pure crushing of the weak by the strong.

He didn’t even need help; Wilden alone was enough to eliminate all the invading Anglo-Saxons.

It would just take some time.

Egde, having regained consciousness, was worthy of being a seasoned knight. He got up, mounted his horse again, and immediately resumed his command.

The remaining soldiers had arrived, and the officer accompanied Egde by his side.

The knight assembled the remaining dozen or so men. Although they could not launch a fierce counterattack like Wilden in the face of numerical inferiority, they were more than capable of self-protection.

“Protect our mage!” Egde raised his sword, and the Britain soldiers formed a formation. A spear wall composed of a dozen people was enough to…

The attacking Anglo-Saxons were repelled a few minutes later. They watched those who had already fallen stand back up under the witch’s ‘magic,’ and they also saw the magic power contained in the witch’s’spear’ that could cut iron like mud.

There was also a ‘giant’ who swept away everything blocking him with unrivaled power.

Most importantly, neither the witch nor the ‘giant’ was on their side.

When Wilden’s sword swung toward him, the leader of this group of Anglo-Saxons raised his shield to block.

The shield was smashed to pieces, and the leader flew backward several meters.

Like a ragdoll being thrown, he traced an unsightly curve in the air.

“Retreat! Retreat quickly!”

His confidant shouted.

The Anglo-Saxons rushed toward the woods, and some tried to carry away the unconscious leader.

A few arrows flew over, shooting down the Anglo-Saxons who were still lingering on the battlefield.

It was Knight Egde’s soldiers.

“Infantry, charge!”

The knight shouted, raising his sword forward and galloping his horse.

This was undoubtedly kicking the Anglo-Saxons while they were down.

Egde was filled with rage toward the enemy. His brown steed swept past a Soldier, and his longsword brought up a spray of blood.

No one cared about the leader whose life or death was still uncertain.

Without a doubt, they had failed.

If one were to ask who left the biggest impression on them, it was Mia and Wilden.

The knight reined in his horse in front of a bush. The horse’s hooves rose high, and it let out a high-pitched neigh.

It was like a victor’s battle cry.

“Turn back!” The knight held his sword high, pulled hard on the reins, and galloped in another direction.

About half of the Anglo-Saxons were chasing the scattered villagers, and Artoria was fighting them.

Reinforcements arrived a few minutes later.

Those Anglo-Saxons turned back, only to find that their companions who should have been behind them were nowhere to be seen; instead, Britain soldiers had regrouped and were attacking from here.

The knight wielded his sword with one hand, slashing all around. He parried a spear tip thrust at his face. The Anglo-Saxon, vicious and gnashing his teeth like a wolf, thrust at him relentlessly.

With a crack, a wood-chopping axe swung from behind him into his neck. The Raider’s body stiffened, and he knelt to the ground.

A young boy gripped the axe handle with both hands and pulled the axe, which was stuck in the bone, out with force.

With the nervousness of killing for the first time, the boy panted and looked up at the towering knight.

Suddenly.

A golden, illusory holy tree appeared behind the knight.

Egde turned back in surprise.

It was Mia.

The Anglo-Saxons had already left the clearing where she was standing.

So she boldly used a group healing Prayer.

“The gods are with us!” the knight shouted, declaring loudly with his back to the golden light.

“Drive these heathens out of our land, leave none behind!”