The Cornflower Witch Chapter 244

The eyeball monsters from another world floated in the forest, moving slowly. Their eyes opened, and their massive eyeballs observed the speeding convoy below. Even at night, it didn’t hinder their vision in the darkness.

The ‘Demon Contractors’ whose fates were bound to these eyeball monsters gave orders in the darkness. Immediately, purplish-red particles gathered in the pupils of the eyeballs, locking onto the moving figures below and emitting penetrating deep purple rays.

Without giving the knights time to react or dodge, in an instant, five knights were impaled by the rays, falling from their warhorses. Many of the remaining knights were also injured, some even suffering severe limb damage.

“Defense!” Noxden cried out urgently.

An ash-white light barrier rose, spreading from his feet and connecting with the surrounding knights, protecting them like a sturdy city wall.

After this, the deep purple rays fired again collided with the ash-white light barrier, creating intense energy sparks before extinguishing.

Although the light barrier was weakened, it held firm, preventing the eyeball monsters from harming the remaining seven knights.

At this moment, Noxden glanced at the slopes on both sides. He and the knights beside him temporarily halted their horses, allowing those relatively unscathed to assist the injured members, while he stood alert on his horse, gripping his warhammer.

“Despicable Regas rats, is this the only way you can fight?” His voice echoed like thunder in the night, audible to people on both slopes.

Unfortunately, the Hundred-Eyed Cultists were completely unfazed by such taunts. They were cultists, different from the rest of the world; why would they fear such insults? Besides, most of them weren’t even Regas people.

Seeing no response, and with the enemies in the darkness continuing their assault, Noxden was infuriated but also felt a premonition of dread.

This wasn’t characteristic of the Regas people; even if those gutter rats wished to, they lacked the power.

Alien world? And a twisted aura. The enemies opposite them were probably not to be underestimated.

Thinking this, Noxden took out a special signal arrow from his waist, pulled the safety cord, and fired it into the sky.

A special arrow shot upwards with a piercing whistle, about to explode and signal for rescue with fireworks. But a deep purple ray flashed, prematurely destroying the signal arrow, leaving only scattered sparks falling in the low sky.

Seeing this, Noxden’s heart sank.

From the moment he fired the signal arrow until it was shattered, only two to three seconds had passed. Even skilled archers or rangers wouldn’t be able to hit it in the dark, but the enemy had.

Rays. Such precise and rapid attack methods were truly impossible to guard against.

The attacks from the slopes continued; deep purple rays shot out from the darkness from time to time, gradually weakening the ash-white light barrier. Inside, after being rescued, the remaining seven knights gathered around Noxden, holding shields and longswords, forming a temporary defensive array.

As supernaturals of the ‘castle’ aspect, if they hadn’t been ambushed just now, they would be the aspect most skilled in defense among many. The ash-white light barrier seemed fragile but always shielded against ray attacks like an iron curtain.

The situation fell into a brief stalemate. This location was about fifteen kilometers from Stream Valley City, a distance neither too far nor too close. Regas cavalry could arrive from Stream Valley City at any moment for reconnaissance and support.

Considering this situation, the Hundred-Eyed Cult on the mountain increased their attack frequency and dispatched some personnel to gradually approach the knight squad below.

‘The other side is getting a bit flustered,’ Noxden suddenly thought, making a small joke to his teammates.

Since the enemy was anxious, it meant their confidence wasn’t high, and they still had a lot of hope.

At this moment, Noxden glanced behind him. The able-bodied knights were mostly on their feet, with only one leaning against a horse due to a missing leg.

“Everyone remount! Those with limited mobility, help each other up. Prepare to break through with me.”

Staying here would only mean death; they had to take action. “Yes.”

The knights mounted their horses, and then Noxden turned his horse, charging towards Stream Valley City.

“Go!”

The sound of hooves echoed in the mountain path again. Seeing the knights trying to escape, the Hundred-Eyed Cult on the slope finally panicked. They began to rush down the slope quickly, and some members drew crossbows to shoot. However, these crossbows were useless against the iron curtain surrounding the knights.

“That leading general is a great threat,” a figure who had been silent in the darkness for a long time finally spoke. He then pulled down his hood, revealing a grotesque face.

Where his eyes should have been, there were now an extra pair of purplish-red eyes. All four eyes opened simultaneously, looking particularly strange in the darkness.

His four pupils glowed, locking onto Noxden, who was leading the charge below. He raised both hands, and two more eyes opened in his palms.

All six eyes glowed with dangerous purplish-red light at the same time, then unleashed searing rays.

In an instant, the ash-white iron wall around Noxden was penetrated, and the converging six beams of light engulfed his body.

A hoarse and furious roar echoed in the mountains, like the painful cry of a wounded beast.

After a few breaths, the light dispersed, and Noxden’s figure reappeared. His warhorse had melted and died, his armor was charred and shattered, and his body was riddled with bloody, gaping wounds. However, the general still stood, propped up by his giant hammer, refusing to fall.

“General!” The knights behind him immediately rushed to his side, protecting the general and raising solid, thick barriers.

On the distant hillside, the cult leader who had launched the attack showed an unpleasant expression.

“He’s still alive.”

This was his full-powered attack as a ‘Tier 4 Alien World’ being, yet it hadn’t killed the opponent. It could only be said that Noxden was incredibly tenacious.

After a brief pause, the breakthrough slowed down. The cultists charging down the hillside finally reached the mountain path and began attacking the knights.

They, of course, chose not to engage in close combat. Instead, they pulled out their crossbows, aimed them at the knights below, and fired special magic-piercing bolts.

In response, the knights either chose to passively resist or spread out to counterattack.

If they spread out to counterattack, they could indeed inflict heavy casualties on these weaker cultists, but their weakened defenses would also expose them to concentrated fire from the strange eyeball monsters on the hillside.

As the knights found themselves in a dilemma, Noxden once again braced himself and glanced around.

“Break through forward!” he roared, then charged with his giant hammer.

The cultists in his path were crushed, sent flying, and broken like eggs under his warhammer.

Seeing their commander still so valiant, the remaining knights were greatly encouraged and followed suit.

The battle continued in the night. Cultists continuously poured down from the mountain, joining the blockade, while the knights of the Anti Kingdom carved a bloody path through the darkness, moving steadily towards Stream Valley City.