Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

"What's the situation?"

"Why are there cavalry nearby?"

"Judging by appearances, they aren't our Black Pine League troops?"

The black-armored cavalry advanced menacingly.

The forbidden army couldn't help but stop in their tracks, standing in place and looking around.

This squad was exceptionally disciplined.

Hooves trampled the ground, causing intense vibrations!

In the blink of an eye.

The front cavalry had already charged up!

The hooves rose high, then thudded heavily down!

In the brief moment of the forbidden army's distraction, the entire formation was already broken through.

Black blades unsheathed!

Heads rolled to the ground, one after another.

"Defend!"

The temporary commander of the forbidden army opened his mouth wide in shock, immediately grasped his sword with both hands, and roared, "Form up!"

However.

It was all too late.

No sooner had he spoken than a cavalryman in golden armor swept past him!

The temporary commander hurriedly raised the Longsword rewarded by the Marsh brothers, blocking in front.

Crack!

The Longsword was cut in half.

The black blade, like Death's scythe, sliced through his neck directly.

The cavalry of over three hundred charged through.

Corpses littered the ground.

The forbidden army was shocked, panicked!

In their hearts, they were already terrified to the extreme!

But before they could recover their senses.

The golden-armored General turned his horse around, raising the bloodstained black blade in his hand.

He swung it down heavily!

Hundreds of horses charged out in unison!

In a single swoop.

Nearly a thousand forbidden army members lay on the ground.

The dead were countless, the injured even more.

The cavalry didn't look back.

They vanished into the distance.

A brief minute felt as long as a century.

"If we don't make a move now, are we going to wait for them to recover their senses?" Julius Reed turned around, looking at Declan Marsh and the old man.

His face was slightly pale.

The smoke choked him, and his lungs hurt.

"Quick, go!"

At this moment, the old man didn't seem like an elder at all, more like a young lad!

Seeing the forbidden army slaughtered to the point of disorder, leaderless!

He drew the sword from his waist and shouted, "Kill!"

The warriors of the tribe immediately charged forward!

"Those who lay down their weapons shall live! Those who kill traitors will be rewarded!" Declan Marsh raised the Black Dragon Sword, shouting loudly!

"Damn it! If we all attack together, we can definitely win!" Booker Jackson's son wiped the sweat from his forehead, but before he could act.

His body trembled.

He lowered his head, staring at the bloodstained blade protruding from his chest.

His eyes were full of disbelief!

"You..." Booker Jackson pointed at the forbidden army member, his mouth twitching violently.

"Sorry, I need you to earn merits." The forbidden army removed the blade, chopping off his head with one blow!

The already wavering forbidden army was once again divided!

Many chose to surrender.

Some turned outright, shedding their armor, joining Declan Marsh's ranks.

A few diehards fell one by one in the midst of the assault from inside and out.

"What exactly were those cavalry?"

Hayden Marsh gazed at the direction where the cavalry vanished, unable to calm his mind for a long time!

The securely won victory, why was it lost just like that?

Those people, like divine warriors from the heavens, killed and left!

Could they really have been summoned by the signal flare?

Who exactly are these people of the West Tower?

"Brother, we need to think of a plan! With the forbidden army collapsed, we'll be the next to be sent to the guillotine!" Konrad Marsh was equally surprised, but he thought more about how to survive!

As long as they lived, investigating later wouldn't be too late!

"What else can we do? Find Master!" Hayden Marsh turned and ran towards the inner hall.

Under the current situation, it seemed that no one but their master could turn the tide!

Bang!

The door of the inner hall was pushed open.

Konrad Marsh and Hayden Marsh knelt on the ground, prostrating with their hands and heads touching the ground.

"Master, we beg you to save us!"

"Outside, that West Tower has already attacked! My tens of thousands of the forbidden army have crumbled! We don't stand a chance!"

When they said this, though somewhat ashamed, in order not to let their master underestimate the enemy, they chose to answer truthfully.

But.

There was no response.

Gerrit Harris sat cross-legged in the center of the inner hall, his back to the two brothers.

Dressed in a simple Daoist robe, holding an iron sword.

"Don't worry, Master must be confident!" Hayden Marsh whispered.

"I was too flustered, disgracing Master." Konrad Marsh understood then, and instantly felt relieved a lot.

Previously, due to being overly tense, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Now, hearing his brother's words, he felt completely at ease.

Yes, who is their master?

Gerrit Harris!

A formidable top-three tactician in the world.

How could he fear the trivial West Tower?

Perhaps Master could crush this West Tower with just a flick of his hand!

"It must be that Master considers this little West Tower not worth the effort, so he's reluctant to answer us." Konrad Marsh stood up, laughed, and said, "Indeed, we are rather disoriented. Who are we? Honorable disciples of Gerrit Harris, how could we be this flustered?"

"Brother, you're right. I know my mistake." Hayden Marsh bowed deeply towards Gerrit Harris's back, "Master, your disciple disgraced you."

After Konrad Marsh's reassurance, the brothers felt greatly relieved.

Now, they could just bide their time.

"What do you think, which formation will Master use today?" Konrad Marsh grabbed an apple from the table beside him, taking a big bite.

"Master, despite being one of the top tacticians in the world, there's only a handful of the most formidable formations in the world. But..." Hayden Marsh folded his hands behind his back, a hint of disdain in his tone, "This West Tower hardly deserves to die under Master's sophisticated formations."

"Indeed, if it weren't for that arm being stolen, even the Ten Halls of Hell Formation is a top-tier array! Unfortunately, the West Tower isn't fortunate enough to die within that formation."

Konrad Marsh was eagerly anticipating.

The renowned Gerrit Harris, known as the Eight-Armed Celestial, was exceptionally skilled!

His formation abilities are top-notch!

Though time was tight, and there wasn't a way to deploy the Ten Halls of Hell, a mere showcase could easily take West Tower's life.

In their eyes, West Tower's death was already inevitable.

The only suspense was which formation the West Tower would meet its end.

Would it be the Nine Heavens Profound Maiden, or the Eight Wildernesses Tennyson Array!

These are precisely the deadly formations Gerrit Harris excels at, and can set up casually!

"Seeing ourselves hurry while Master is so calm, we're truly not adept enough!" Konrad Marsh shook his head, with a blush of shame on his face.

Just then.

Bam!

The door was kicked open.

Guards stood on both sides as Declan Marsh carried the Black Dragon Sword, walking alongside Julius Reed!

Four people, only separated by a threshold.

"Nephew, if you put down the sword now and apologize to us, it's not too late." Konrad Marsh threw the apple core on the ground, scoffing, "A naive youngster like you, fighting against your two uncles?"

"Exactly." Hayden Marsh tossed the banana peel aside, pointing behind him, very pleased, "See that? Behind us stands our Master! Are you looking to experience Gerrit Harris's handiwork?"

"I'll give you ten seconds." Konrad Marsh extended his hand, his face calm, "After that, you'll be too late!"

"Then I also give you ten seconds." Julius Reed pointed at Konrad Marsh, "In ten seconds, you'll have no chance left for dignity."