Chapter 91: Invincible

  These two hundred cavalry looked like a motley crew. The armor and equipment on their bodies were all different colors. Even the riders at the end of the team wore pieced-together infantry light armor, with only a thick breastplate nailed to their chest. The mud flew as the horses' hooves trampled it. The two hundred cavalrymen galloped away in a triangular formation towards the distance.

  Hastings' camp was still in a state of emptiness. The soldiers inside were still in a daze from the sudden Byzantine cavalry charge. Xia's long axe swung down, cutting the Odins soldier standing in front of him into two pieces. The horse's momentum sent the corpse flying.

  The two hundred brave warriors behind him followed Xia Ya. Before the Odin people could gather, they had already swarmed out and once again pierced through the Odin people's large camp.

  The rear troops had been cut into three pieces. The chaotic battlefield became a desolate killing field. Shaya's two hundred cavalrymen rushed through the empty camp of the Odin people, who were still far away and hadn't even approached yet. Hasting's elite warriors already made their move. A hundred-man squad quickly turned around and came towards Shaya's troops. This was a cavalry unit. The majestic reindeer raised its head, holding up two massive antlers. The Odin warriors on the back of the deer roared wildly, holding war axes in their hands.

  And the strongest are. At the forefront of the queue. Two Odin's Berserkers riding bears.

  Xia was still charging at the forefront. In order to maximize the horse's bursting force, he didn't even wear any heavy armor. With his bare arms, two dragon scales were lined up in the leather armor on his chest. A black bear berserker charged forward head-on. The giant bear paw slapped down. Xia suddenly smelled a bloody smell. The long axe swung out. His eyes turned red instantly. The crimson battle aura was unleashed without any reservation.

  With a loud crash, the axe emitted a faint red glow as it sliced through the black bear's body. The metal armor on the bear's forelimbs shattered along with its flesh. Next to fall was the bear's head. Xia Ya urged his horse forward, and its hooves trampled over the fallen bear's corpse. He reversed his grip on the axe, using the butt end to smash the helmeted head of the Odin warrior who had been riding the bear.

  Xia Ya's horse was the first to charge. Behind him, a triangular formation of cavalry formed. In an instant, they collided with the Ding soldiers blocking their way. The soldiers running at the front immediately fell off their horses. Some were trampled by hooves and crushed to pieces, while others got up from the ground, grasping their weapons and charging towards the nearest enemy with loud roars.

  Xia Ya was the most unyielding point at the end of this triangular formation. His long axe danced in the air, transforming into a red glow. The axe's shadow flashed, and it seemed to have a hint of a fierce stormy atmosphere, as if it could kill thousands of soldiers with a single move. Every time he swung his axe, although there was no dazzling aura, the hidden red light transformed into an unstoppable sharp energy. No matter what enemy stood in front of him, no matter how solid their armor or how sharp their weapons, under Xia Ya's axe, they all seemed as fragile as thin paper.

  Under the sharp axe light, Xia Ya was like a ferocious beast with its jaws wide open, tearing apart everything that stood in his way. In front of him, blood was splashing everywhere, one head after another flying into the air with dazzling arcs. The hot blood that should have been boiling over was instead splattered on his body, turning into cold black-red chunks.

  Although it was only a cavalry of 200 people, with Xia Ya as the strong vanguard, the 200 riders burst out with astonishing courage and combat power. Xia Ya advanced wildly, his roar leading the charge. The knights behind him followed closely, trampling anyone who stood in their way into dust.

  Very soon. A hundred-man team didn't even last a moment. It was crushed after just one encounter.

  Xia Ya's troops immediately charged into the encirclement.

  Xia Ya roared. On his body, the heads of Odin's people, long knives and hammers had left countless scars on his chest and back. But under the enhancement of dragon blood, ordinary attacks could not cause him substantial harm. Xia Ya, at this moment, seemed to have transformed into the strongest killing god on this battlefield. His blood-red eyes showed no fear, no pain, only endless ferocity and slaughter.

  That one after another frantic roar. All the cavalry stabbed into the whole body, and all the blood boiled up. Their eyes also turned red. Even became not only brave. At this moment. They are almost. Fanatical...

  Facing the Odin warriors' axes, they charged forward fearlessly. With their long spears in hand, they pierced through the enemy's body. At the same time, they let their own blood splatter on this land. Any cavalryman who fell down, as long as he was not dead yet, as long as he still had a breath left, would pull out his short sword and fiercely charge towards the nearest Odin warrior. With swords clashing, bodies colliding, teeth bared...

  The originally thick and dense encirclement was actually pierced through by these two hundred cavalry.

  Xia Ya took the lead on his horse. The red glow of the long axe in his hand, and his seemingly endless roar, became the coordinates for the cavalry behind him to follow. The cavalry seemed to have forgotten everything, leaving only one thought in their minds: Follow him.

  Direction. Crash...

  In the encirclement. The troops behind the palace had been cut into pieces. Xia Ya's frenzied slaughter. Charging forward recklessly. Gathering a group of besieged Byzantine warriors together. Like streams flowing into the ocean. Many people fell behind him, yet even more gathered.

  The soldiers are not afraid of fear. Nor do they understand terror. But this turtle has become the source of courage for everyone. No matter what's in front, whether it's Odin's knife mountain fire sea, Odin's dense axe, Odin's sharp spear forest, or the berserker riding a black bear, or the dense Odin deer cavalry, this turtle always lets out a loud roar and then charges forward first, using an almost inhuman fighting method to brutally break through the hardest and most compact formation.

  There was even a moment. The cavalrymen following Xia Ya's side. A thought arose in their hearts: As if... we are invincible.

  Fiercely, he had been dashing back and forth on the battlefield several times. Over 600 cavalrymen had gathered around Shaya. More and more warriors from the rear troops were gathering together. The Odin people had already noticed Shaya's might - team after team of elite Odin warriors surged towards this place. Soon, they would feel the pressure.

  The surrounding Odin people are getting more and more. Although there is Xia Ya, this powerful vanguard to open the way. But on the battlefield, individual bravery can really affect the outcome of the battle. Moreover, Tuer is still far from being invincible.

  He was finally injured. Two Odin warriors had him tightly entwined. The opponent's axe carried the explosive power of Dou Qi. Xia Ya's armor on his body was chopped open. Suddenly, he was almost knocked off his horse by a huge force. His axe handle was cut off by an Odin warrior. Xia Ya fiercely stabbed the broken axe handle into the opponent's chest. However, he took a heavy blow to the shoulder. Under the explosive Dou Qi, the light armor on his shoulder instantly shattered. Tu Jue's throat felt sweet and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the horse's head. With a reverse grip, he pulled out the fire fork and swung it down, cutting off the opponent's deer head. Taking advantage of the opponent's fall, the fire fork cut off the head of this sneak attacker.

  Xia took a deep breath. He felt that his strength had been consumed by more than half. The use of the scarlet energy could only be maintained for about an hour. At this moment, more than half of the time had passed. This state of invincibility would not last long. Looking around, the crowd was like ants. Glancing at the people and horses behind him, Xia Ya knew that he had reached his limit.

  It's already a miracle that so many people have been rescued. If we keep going in, I'm afraid everyone will end up dying here.

  At this moment, a furious roar was suddenly heard. Among the dozens of Odin warriors on the left side, a familiar bald head was angrily bellowing. A burst of blood came from somewhere. Shaya's eyes turned red in an instant and he charged forward with a loud shout.

  Kevin was severely injured. His shoulder armor shattered, along with his right shoulder bone. He barely held onto a sword in his left hand. Single-handedly, he was powerless to wield the heavy war hammer. His horse had died beneath him. Standing up, his left leg throbbed in agony. The numbness and pain made his heart sink. But before he could even lower his head to examine his wounds, blades came slashing from all directions. Kevin could only valiantly swing his longsword, but soon felt two more slashes on his back. He heard the sound of armor tearing, yet couldn't feel any pain. Perhaps he had already gone numb...

  Kevin's eyes were blinded by the blood. He could no longer see anything around him. Everything he saw had turned into a bloody red mess. Just then, he heard a loud neighing sound. A horse suddenly charged over and knocked two people flying. A red light flashed by. The weapons in the hands of the surrounding Odin warriors shattered one after another. Several heads flew up into the air.

  Xia Ya grabbed Kevin's back and lifted him up, throwing him behind her own back. The two rode a horse together. Kevin hugged Xia Ya's waist tightly, gritting his teeth and panting: "I owe you again."

  Xia Ya burst out laughing. He pulled out a long spear that someone had abandoned from above, his strength surging through both arms. Then he fiercely threw it forward.

  A loud crash. The long spear directly knocked down more than a dozen Odin warriors in front of him. He galloped out, colliding with the crowd and rushing out.

  Hastings stood coldly there, outside the circle of onlookers. His eyes were fixed intently on the fight within the circle. His eyes were fixed on that one man. That one invincible man.

  Very strong, yet without a single true heart of a strong person.

  "Hastings spoke as if in a low tone. He turned his head and pointed with the war-spear to a point on the battlefield: 'Abandon the others, I only want his life.'"

  Behind him, hundreds of black bears went wild and responded with a loud roar. In the midst of a frenzied howl, they charged out.