Chapter 88

The soldiers of Portland were like numbers on paper, numbly performing subtraction.

Previously, the nearly erupted camp riot had been timely suppressed, but it finally flared up again, and even more unpredictably.

No one had ever seen or heard of such a world-class weapon of terror. The innate fear of the unknown and the immense casualties exponentially magnified this negative group psychology.

Everywhere, the faces of the Portlanders were filled with terror, running aimlessly like headless flies. They screamed and ranted hysterically, and some soldiers with weapons even went mad, slashing wildly.

Even the heads rolling from the cuts of some still清醒的各级军官也无法稳住军心，更多的军官自己也被不由自主地卷了进去。

彻底失控的混乱像瘟疫一样不可控制地扩散开来。

满手鲜血，如同地狱修罗降临人间，就像在丹烟小镇祈祷堂冒充神庭修士时那样，血手托浮神圣，既矛盾又和谐。

“45秒，44秒，43秒”

“龙将”战术头盔面罩显示屏上代表六轨电磁轨道机枪的维持时间正在不断减少，面无表情的龙骑士肆意收割着波特兰人的性命，一座座帐篷被夷平，连中军大帐也未能幸免。

终于有极少数聪明的家伙知道趴在地上装死才能逃过一劫，事实上这并不完全算装死，只是大大减小了自己中弹的截面积罢了。依然有更多仍未反应过来的波特兰人为自己迟缓和愚蠢付出了生命的代价。

“13秒、12秒、11秒，进程中止，回复形态。”

杀气冲天的六轨电磁轨道机枪终于变回了原本毫不起眼的黑色扁环模样，酣畅漓淋的大屠杀犹如昙花一现。

持续时间甚至还不到四分钟的扫射，加上2000米的射距更是将“雷云虎”军团彻底打残，不仅仅是第一师团和不信邪的第二师团全军覆没，连第三、第四和第五师团也有不少士兵直接或间接死在了龙骑士手上，更多的人干脆丢盔弃甲，逃往了四周旷野。

无论军团长汤鲁如何暴跳如雷，也依然无法阻止整支军团在屠杀和营啸的双重夹击下彻底溃散。

拥有全攻属性的空骑士作战风格便是如此，不是被敌人揍得像狗一样，就是把敌人揍得像狗一样。

双手一轻，龙骑士就像被抽空了浑身所有力气般颓然半跪在地，方才痛快杀戮时极度亢奋的精神瞬间跌落到谷底，双肩不住的一起一伏，犹自在喘着粗气。

垂下目光后却非常意外地看到一朵淡黄色无名野花就在自己脚前不足两寸的地方，在微风中娇弱无力地微微摇动着。

令人感到惊讶的是，刚刚经历了混乱的一夜后，无论是花朵还是绿叶竟然奇迹般地完好无损，甚至连污血也未曾沾上一滴。

也许只需抬起脚轻轻一蹍，便能将它彻底蹍碎在这片浸透鲜血的土地中，连一丝残渣都不会留下。

林默出乎意料地慢慢低下头来，虔诚地去嗅在血腥气中那一丝似有若无的馨香，仿佛被鲜血和杀戮污染的心灵得到了慰藉，脸色迅速柔和下来，喘息声也渐渐平稳。

他重新抬起头，环顾一片狼藉的波特兰军团大营，浮现出几分迷惘的神色，似乎有些不太敢相信自己竟然一个人成功屠戮了一支军团。

这处军营仿佛变成了屠宰场，波特兰人是被宰杀的牲畜，到处是人体组织、武器装备碎片和森森白骨，空气中弥漫着挥散不开的异味，那是人类鲜血、内脏和粪尿混合出来的，令人难以想像的恶臭。

波特兰人也许都死光了，周围陷入一片死寂，只有十几面残破的军旗在晨风中猎猎作响。

天边泛起了鱼肚白，一丝金色的晨曦即将喷薄而出。

龙骑士默默地重新站了起来，将一支波特兰人的战剑握在手中，抬起头猛吸了一口气，一手握拳一手举起战剑，似乎欲打破这片正在蒙蒙发亮的苍穹，同时发出竭尽全力的长啸声。

“苏！~~~你听到了吗？我为你报仇了！那些该死的混蛋，我会亲手送他们下狱，一个都不会放过！！！”

柔弱的无名小黄花就在他的脚边轻轻摇曳，就像倾听着龙骑士复仇宣言的听众。

大营内仍然有不少未来得及逃走，不得不装死保命的波特兰人噤若寒蝉，一动不敢动地趴在令人作呕的血肉和尸体中间继续装死。

地面微微颤动，仿佛连天地都为之变色。

事实上林默的声音消散后，地面依然在颤动着，一排黑线正从远方的地平线上突然出现。

骑兵！大队的骑兵！

正在全速往这里接近，黑压压的，就像一线黑色的潮水，队伍中间旌旗飘扬。

又有一支军队出现，林默一怔，毫不犹豫地释放出了一个光镜术。

没有出现魔法师使用驱散或反制法术，使得一轮悬浮于身前的光镜内十分清楚的显示出了对方的旗号。

深紫色天鹅绒质地的旌旗上绣着一头威严无比的雄狮，头顶上还有一座简化的王冠。

对方的身份已经呼之欲出，波特兰人的“霸王狮”军团，林默的老对手。

骑兵队伍的速度很快，转眼之间便冲进了这座一夜之间破败的大营内，迅速开始列队，并将唯一站在营区内的龙骑士围在了当中。

只有战马不时打着响鼻和刨着蹄子的声音，方正的队列十分整齐，每一名骑士腰杆挺得笔直，跨坐在马背上一动不动，显现出训练有素的精神面貌。

一名领头的骑士策驭着战马脱离了队伍，看了看周围，转过目光一边打量着林默，一边大声喝问道：“这里是怎么了？骑士！告诉我，这里究竟发生了什么事？”

那一身通体黝黑的奇异厚重铠甲代表了对方的骑士战职身份。

“霸王狮”军团担心“雷云虎”军团因为屠龙而伤亡过大，给斯兰人可趁之机，便派出了一支五百人的骑士团前来支援，只不过他们还是来晚了一步，并没有看到不久前那一幕令人难以想像的血腥场面。

为了抓紧时间，骑士团选择了轻装前进，装载着重装骑甲和补给物资的辎重队被远远抛在了后面，预计要晚一天才能赶到。

“不，不，他是凶手，他是魔鬼！魔鬼！他杀了所有的人。”

林默正欲开口，附近忽然跳起一人，就像抓到了一根救命稻草，声嘶力竭的叫喊着冲了过来。

漏网之鱼！

拔出92式战斗手枪，开保险，上膛，举枪！

呯！~

那名扮死尸的波特兰战兵就像根烂木头一样，一头栽倒在地，再也没了声息。

干脆利落！

真相又被暴力击杀了。

波特兰人的骑士们目瞪口呆地看着林默在众目睽睽之下当场完成了行凶的整个过程。

就像杀一只鸡，对方甚至连眼神都没有波动一下。

“你，你是什么人？”

原本以为那个穿着波特兰战甲装束的人只是精神失常，却没想到在自己眼皮子底下直接被人给杀了，林默的行为引起了那个骑士的怀疑！

呯！~回答他的又是一声枪响。

此刻林默心情很不好，也不想讲道理。

因此战盔眉心处突然出现一个小圆洞并**出红白汁液的领队骑士一声不吭直接摔下了马，全无防备的他浑然没想到对方行事竟然如此霸道。

“百夫长大人，天啊，百夫长大人死了。”

“他杀了百夫长大人！一定是魔法！”

“敌人，杀了他为百夫长大人报仇！”

其他的骑士一阵骚动后，齐齐拔出了各种兵器，准备冲过来为自己的队长报仇。

炽白色的战气炎在“龙将”战术盔甲表面升腾起来，林默并不介意再来一场屠杀，毫无惧色的战剑斜指开始进入加速过程的波特兰骑士。

“吼！~~~”

远方的天际忽然传来一声悠长的龙吟，波特兰骑士团的战马就像突然受到了极大惊吓，陷入一片混乱，没头没脑的四下乱窜。

它们只是一群普通的骑兽，对于占据食物链顶端的强大生物有着天生的恐惧，虽然受过严格的军事训练，但是此刻没有被吓得屎尿齐流已经是表现非常出色。

几名还没冲到林默面前的骑士被受惊的战马带偏离了方向，甚至出现蹄下打跌，无比难看的摔倒在地，连敌人的边都没有摸到。

一名更加倒霉的骑士飞出了自己的马鞍，狼狈不堪地摔倒在了林默身前，在起身不得的时候当即被一剑斩下了头颅，脖子以上空空如也并**出血箭的尸体摔倒在地上，诡异莫名的不断抽搐着，混乱的场面越发不堪了。

几个呼吸的功夫，一个巨大的身影掠过了变成废墟般的大营上空，掠过近百米后突然一拧身半收鳞翼，完成了一个极快的转身姿态，借着余势返身回来，最后轰然落地。

“人族！”

一头浑身遍布淡青色鳞甲的巨龙落在了骑士团与林默中间，只不过这句“人族”却是冲着林默说的。

“我在你身上嗅到了一股金系龙族的味道。”

体形庞大的风系巨龙抽了抽鼻子，脸上表情微微变化了一下，出乎意料地接着说道：“冰冷的铁腥气，真是令龙厌恶。” (未完待续。请搜索飄天文學，小说更好更新更快!)

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The soldiers of Portland were like numbers on paper, numbly performing subtraction.

Previously, the nearly erupted camp riot had been timely suppressed, but it finally flared up again, and even more unpredictably.

No one had ever seen or heard of such a world-class weapon of terror. The innate fear of the unknown and the immense casualties exponentially magnified this negative group psychology.

Everywhere, the faces of the Portlanders were filled with terror, running aimlessly like headless flies. They screamed and ranted hysterically, and some soldiers with weapons even went mad, slashing wildly.

Even the heads rolling from the cuts of some still清醒的各级军官也无法稳住军心，更多的军官自己也被不由自主地卷了进去。

The complete loss of control spread like a plague, uncontrollably expanding.

Blood-stained hands, like a demon from hell descending upon the world, just as when he had impersonated a divine court monk in the Danyan town prayer hall, his blood-stained hands held the sacred, a paradoxical yet harmonious sight.

"45 seconds, 44 seconds, 43 seconds"

The countdown on the "Dragon Knight" tactical helmet's display, representing the duration of the six-barreled electromagnetic railgun, was continuously decreasing. The expressionless Dragon Knight reaped lives indiscriminately, tents were flattened, and even the main command tent was not spared.

Finally, a few clever individuals realized that lying on the ground and feigning death was the only way to survive. In fact, this was not entirely feigning death; it merely reduced their chances of being hit. Many more Portlanders paid with their lives for their slowness and stupidity.

"13 seconds, 12 seconds, 11 seconds, process terminated, revert to original form."

The terrifying six-barreled electromagnetic railgun finally transformed back into its original unassuming black flat ring form. The intense massacre was like a fleeting moment of a night-blooming cereus.

The continuous firing, which lasted less than four minutes, and with a range of 2000 meters, had utterly crippled the "Thundercloud Tiger" army. Not only did the First and Second Divisions, who had defied the odds, suffer complete annihilation, but the Third, Fourth, and Fifth Divisions also lost many soldiers directly or indirectly to the Dragon Knight's hands. Many more simply discarded their armor and fled into the surrounding wilderness.

No matter how furious the army commander Tang Lu was, he could not stop the entire army from completely disintegrating under the dual impact of the massacre and the camp riot.

The combat style of the all-attack attribute Air Knights was just like this: either they were beaten like dogs by the enemy, or they beat the enemy like dogs.

With a sudden lightness in his hands, the Dragon Knight, as if all his strength had been drained, knelt on the ground. The extreme excitement from the slaughter instantly plummeted to the depths, his shoulders heaving as he panted heavily.

Lowering his gaze, he was surprised to see a pale yellow wildflower, no more than two inches from his feet, swaying weakly in the breeze.

Surprisingly, after the chaotic night, both the flower and the leaves were miraculously unharmed, not even a drop of blood had touched them.

Perhaps with just a light step, he could crush it into the blood-soaked earth, leaving not a trace behind.

Lin Mo unexpectedly lowered his head, devoutly inhaling the faint fragrance amidst the blood, as if his bloodstained and battle-weary soul found solace. His face softened, and his breathing gradually steadied.

He raised his head, surveying the devastated camp of the Portland army, a look of bewilderment on his face, as if he could hardly believe that he had single-handedly slaughtered an entire army.

The camp had turned into a slaughterhouse, with Portlanders as the slaughtered livestock. Human tissue, weapon fragments, and white bones were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with an indescribable stench of human blood, organs, and excrement.

Perhaps all the Portlanders were dead, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence, with only a dozen tattered military flags flapping in the morning breeze.

The sky was beginning to turn a pale white, and a golden ray of dawn was about to break through.

The Dragon Knight silently stood up, gripping a Portlander's war sword, took a deep breath, and raised the sword, as if trying to break through the dimly lit sky, letting out a long, powerful roar.

"Su!~~~ Did you hear that? I avenged you! Those damned bastards, I will send them to hell with my own hands, not one will be spared!!!"

The delicate yellow wildflower swayed gently at his feet, as if listening to the Dragon Knight's declaration of revenge.

Inside the camp, many Portlanders who had not managed to escape and had to feign death to survive remained motionless, lying in the revolting blood and corpses.

The ground trembled slightly, as if the heavens and earth were changing color.

In fact, even after Lin Mo's voice faded, the ground continued to tremble, and a line of black appeared on the distant horizon.

Cavalry! A large cavalry!

Rushing towards the camp at full speed, they were a black tide, with banners fluttering in the middle of the formation.

Another army had appeared, and Lin Mo, taken aback, immediately cast a Light Mirror spell.

No mage used a dispel or counter spell, and the Light Mirror clearly displayed the emblem of the opposing force.

On a deep purple velvet banner, a majestic lion was embroidered, with a simplified crown above its head.

The identity of the opposing force was clear: the "Tyrant Lion" army of Portland, Lin Mo's old adversary.

The cavalry moved quickly, and in a moment, they had charged into the devastated camp, quickly forming ranks and surrounding the lone Dragon Knight standing in the camp.

Only the snorting and pawing of the horses could be heard; the formation was perfectly aligned, with each knight sitting straight and motionless on their horse, displaying a well-trained demeanor.

A leading knight spurred his horse out of the formation, looked around, and then turned to Lin Mo, shouting loudly, "What happened here? Knight! Tell me, what exactly happened?"

The completely black, heavy armor indicated the knight's status.

The "Tyrant Lion" army, fearing that the "Thundercloud Tiger" army had suffered heavy losses from the dragon slaying, which could give the Sylan people an opportunity, had sent a 500-strong cavalry unit to support them. However, they had arrived too late and had not witnessed the unimaginable bloody scene that had just occurred.

To save time, the cavalry unit had chosen to travel light, leaving the heavy armor and supplies far behind, expected to arrive a day later.

"No, no, he's a murderer, he's a devil! A devil! He killed everyone."

Lin Mo was about to speak when a man suddenly jumped up nearby, like a man clutching at a lifeline, and screamed as he rushed over.

A漏网之鱼！

Drawing his 92-type combat pistol, he released the safety, chambered a round, and raised the gun!

Bang!~

The Portland soldier, pretending to be dead, fell to the ground like a rotten log, silent and still.

Swift and decisive!

The truth had been silenced by violence once again.

The Portland knights stared in shock as Lin Mo carried out the entire act of murder in broad daylight.

It was like slaughtering a chicken; he did not even flinch.

"Who, who are you?"

The knight had thought the man in Portland armor was just delusional, but he had not expected him to be killed right in front of him. Lin Mo's actions aroused his suspicion!

Bang!~ Another gunshot answered him.

Lin Mo was in a bad mood and did not want to argue.

The leading knight, with a small round hole appearing on his helmet's forehead, spewed red and white fluid and fell off his horse without a sound, completely unprepared for such a ruthless act.

"Centurion, oh no, the Centurion is dead."

"He killed the Centurion! It must be magic!"

"Enemy, kill him to avenge the Centurion!"

The other knights, after a moment of confusion, drew their weapons and prepared to charge to avenge their leader