MTL - Medieval Empire Soldier-Chapter 212 ·Last effort

   On the other side, Adrian put down his long sword in disdain. In front of him, the headless leader of the horned beast and two centaurs were falling to the ground.

The baron flag officer was covered in wounds, his plate armor was cracked everywhere by the ax of the centaur, and the statue of the lion symbolizing the Gentle family on the helmet was cut off in half, and there was blood on his forehead along his handsome face. The cold face was drawn down.

He took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and pulled out the Excalibur of Dawn from the horned beast leader's chest. The beast man's corpse was bleeding profusely under the sword. Adrian kicked on the corpse and kicked it away, ending its sinful life. .

   "Eternal Knight, hold on!" Before wiping the blood on his forehead, Adrian took a breath, then turned around and joined the fierce battle.

  The duel in front of the Wanmoyan magic stone also ushered in the end.

The horrific memories that made countless beasts tremble in fear immediately rushed into the mind of the screaming shaman. The moment it saw the Rune Fang of the Beast Slayer, it seemed as if the mountain of beast man's corpse and sea of ​​blood appeared in its eyes. He even temporarily forgot the sword wound on the broken arm.

"It's over." Lelun stepped forward, brushing the blade of the Beast Slayer's Holy Sword with his right hand, the holy light shone, and the white flame mixed with the power of Urik and the flame of the soul condensed on the Rune Fang, sending out Burning with momentum, he took a step forward, and then slashed at the Neighing Shaman.

  Peroz endured the pain and barely escaped. His broken right arm was bleeding profusely, and a strong sense of crisis and pain forced it to back up step by step: "Human...No! Human!"

  The Rune Fang shines with ancient brilliance, and the surrounding flames are hidden in the blade.

  The pure white blade is condensed with the power of omnipotence, the fury of a beast slayer.

   This has been the duty of electing the emperor's holy sword for more than a thousand years, and it is also the great power to destroy the chaos in the world.

"No! No!" The screaming shaman felt the fear deep in his soul, and the energy tide of the power of purification surged in its animal eyes. With the change of consciousness, its eyes changed from initial surprise to fear.

  Urik's flame was endowed with the power of the holy light. Peroz knew that he was powerless to resist, and the end of the blasphemous life was coming. During the retreat, it leaned against the magic stone of the Wanmo Rock.

   "This sword is for the coalition forces!" Lelun didn't give it a chance to escape, and the pure white sword blade slashed down with all his strength, turning into a note of death.

  The streamer shines forever, and the fire burns out.

"Uh.....No! No!" The heart-piercing horn rang through the depression in the forest. Peroz struggled frantically, exhausted the magic wind from the Ten Thousand Demon Rocks, and wanted to use the power of the Chaos Gods to It's a pity that the evil **** can't help it even if it deflects this fatal blow.

From the shoulder blades to the crotch, the Beast Slayer's Holy Sword not only sliced ​​through its filthy body, its internal organs were swallowed by white flames, but also sliced ​​through the Ten Thousand Demon Rock magic stone behind the screaming shaman. When the golden light erupted, cracks like spider webs appeared on the surface of the five-meter-high pillar-shaped magic stone. In the next second, the magic stone exploded into countless pieces of the city, splashing around the altar.

   At this point, the Man-made Tribe's Wanmoyan completely collapsed.

The chaotic corruption contained in the black magic stone is deep and deadly. Everyone present can feel the whispers of the God of Chaos whispering in their ears. Sharp, violent, ecstatic, and gloomy, the four emotions are intertwined. The evil gods It seemed to be happy and angry for this failure, and after a few breaths, everything finally dissipated.

  The magic stone exploded. Amidst the loud noise and the dazzling holy light, the belief core of the Beastmen, the totem of chaos, sank into the dust of history.

   "Boom!"

  Anytime, smoke, gas, bones, the only thing left is the victory of human beings!

"The Rock of Demons is destroyed!" Lailon walked out of the center of the explosion unharmed. His heroic and resolute face was covered with dust and blood. He stood on the edge of the collapsed altar, picked up the twisted head of the screaming shaman, and moved towards All the knights and beastmen shouted angrily: "Victory belongs to the empire!"

   "It worked! We made it!"

   "Victory! Victory!"

  Adrian, Hector and other knights burst into a powerful stand amidst the fury, charged into the herd of beasts like a storm, and cut down dozens of horned beasts.

"Hmm... Hoofless ones, powerful... beasts... retreat!" The remaining Beastman battle group stationed at the Demon Rock suddenly fell apart, losing the belief of the evil **** and the suppression of the screaming shaman. Their beast nature Cowardice is fully exposed in front of the sword.

  In the depression in the forest, the shadows of beasts scrambling to flee ran deeper.

   "My baron, do you want to hunt them down!" Adrian, the baron's flag officer, was full of joy of victory, and he didn't want to let these natural cancers go.

   "The fleeing Beastmen are no longer a climate, they will be shrouded in the shadow of fear, we have more important things to do." Lellen looked towards Duncan Castle in the south: "Everyone get on their horses and return to Duncan Castle!"

   "Obey!"

   At the same time, Duncan Castle was surrounded by smoke and flames.

The two gates of the outer city wall and a gap in the city wall were smashed open by the huge stone thrown by the Cyclops. The four-horned beast king Ungour led his elite beasts to rush into the castle. The bulls, the warhorn beast gang, the dragon Demons, all barricades, horse repellents, and ditches are useless defenses in the face of terrifying monsters.

The situation of the coalition forces is already in jeopardy. The loss of the outer city wall has led to the firepower advantage of the coalition forces, which is gradually decreasing. In close combat on the ground, even if the halberd soldiers of Baron Draco are well-trained, they are still powerless. To fight against the ravages of giant beasts.

The line of defense shrinks again and again, ranging from a battle for a building to a tug-of-war in a block. Every minute and every second, new troops need to be mobilized. Now the entire army has less than 1,300 people left. The number of wolf knights dropped by forty-two.

  Von Tugenheim, who had just escaped from the street fighting and whose cloak was soaked in animal blood, looked around at the soldiers who had just retreated from the front line. His tired and dull eyes made him feel very sad.

At the corner of the intersection, a giant swordsman veteran ran towards him quickly, and said urgently out of breath: "Marquis Tugenheim! The road defense line on the east side of the Sigma Church is on the verge of being shaken, and the centaurs and beasts are charging in groups. The gunmen's barrage can't suppress the attack of the herd!"

   "Urgently order Sir Armand to go to support! The artillery positions deployed there have not been moved, and the Sigma Church must not be lost!" The adopted son of the White Wolf Elector ordered loudly, his eyes were firm, and now is not the time to be sad!

   "Yes, I'm going to find Sir Armand!"

At the entrance of the street not far away, the most important line of defense of the entire castle, after a large number of roadblocks and refusal of horses, several halberd soldiers and dozens of infantry knights are fighting to the death with the horned beast gang, roaring and screaming , Roar, echoed in the front line.

   On the sentry tower at the top of the rear building, the long-range shooting of crossbowmen and musketeers never stopped.

Farther away, two incendiary bombs flew from the artillery position, swaying orange-red tail flames, and exploded in the densest herd of beasts at the entrance of the street. More than 50 horned beasts were engulfed in flames, but all this was very important for the entire road that was on the verge of collapse. As far as the defense line is concerned, it is a drop in the bucket.

Von Tugenheim knew that the soldiers were now relying on perseverance and firm belief to fight and kill the enemy, but how long could this last? Come, if you want to survive, the only thing you can rely on is the weapon in your hand.

  In the eternal battle between human beings and chaotic creations, the end can only be ushered in when one side is completely destroyed.

"Your Excellency von Tugenheim, order to shrink the defense line. The soldiers urgently need to rest. Some people in the front line have already vomited blood just now!" Nikas Francis' face with sunken eyes was full of seriousness. He fought for most of the night, The flame war sword slaughtered nearly sixty horned beasts and a doomsday bull, and he was already exhausted. The short rest after the fierce battle gave Francis a splitting headache.

"I'm ready to fight to the death." Von Tugenheim was as tired, with sunken eyes, he stretched out his hand to push away the clear water sent by the auxiliary soldiers, and then said: "Beastmen don't rest, let alone us. Rest, this is an order."

   "...I see." Francis hesitated for a moment. Holding his long sword, he led the few remaining eternal knights to the next line of defense.

  The interior of Duncan Castle has become a meat grinder, with humans and beastmen constantly pouring into it. More than half of the buildings are rising with flames, which also means that half of the castle has fallen into the hands of Chaos.

   "Roar... hoofless... Weakness, opportunity!" The four-horned beast king of the man-made tribe roared, and Ungour cunningly led the elite warhorn beasts and eleven doomsday bulls, and personally joined the battlefield from the weak point in the direction of the Sigma Church.

  The powerful war beasts crushed the human defense all the way, and the wood elves' feather arrows and crossbows did little damage to them. More than a hundred war beasts led by Ungol gradually approached the Sigmar Church.

   "Fire! Everyone, fire at the beast king! Don't be stingy with bullets!" Benic Sutsen, who was sitting on the defense line of the Sigma Church position, shouted vigorously, pointing at the four-horned beast king: "Fire at the beast herd!"

  Almost all muskets turned their heads, and the figures of war beasts such as Angour were submerged in one barrage after another. In the smoke, there was the sound of musket lead bullets sinking into the flesh and blood, densely forming a sound.

   "Have you stopped them?" Benic Sutsen took a deep breath of the cold air, his eyes fixed on the depths of the smoke: "Not good!"

Facts disappointed him. Only two of the doomsday bulls who accompanied the Four-Horned Beast King rushed to the front fell down. They relied on the protection of their thick cuticles and their strong bodies to withstand the salvo of muskets, like a wall of flesh, bursting out from the smoke. Straight into the line of defense.

   Only heavy artillery can blast them away, but at this moment, it is too late to transfer cannon heavy artillery support.

   Behind the refusal horse, a few forty swordsmen and spearmen trembled and aimed their weapons at the oncoming beasts.

"Ahhhh!" The two nearby Middenheim swordsmen rushed up immediately. Ungol sneered and swept across with the serrated knife, and even cut the halberd into two pieces. The roadblock ahead was smashed, and the road leading to Sigma Church was unimpeded: "Roar! Evil God... Watch! Hoofless... Slaughter!"

"Hoosh—" At the critical moment, the wood elf woodland guards rushed to help, and dozens of star rockets shot towards the breakout beast herd. The elite war beast herd immediately propped up the giant shield, and the arrow feathers could only stay on the surface of the iron-clad giant shield. A little bit of white marks.

  Not only that, the entire Duncan Castle is in jeopardy.

As time went by, the Beastman army took advantage of their numbers. They had a lot of cannon fodder to consume. On the contrary, the long-range firepower of the coalition forces became more and more sparse. The heavy artillery was overheated again, and without fire support, the coalition forces, which were absolutely outnumbered, suffered unimaginable casualties, and the morale of many positions began to shake.

   "Lord Tugenheim! The defense line on the west side of the church has collapsed, and the Beastmen and Beastmasters have come in with a herd of horned beasts!" Immediately, a soldier shouted.

"Give me an order! Abandon the position of the Sigma Church, leave a small group of rear guards on each line of defense, and the others immediately retreat into the inner fort and deploy a new line of defense with all their strength!" Von Tugenheim knocked down the low-horned beast rushing in front of him with two swords. On the ground, the white wolf fur cloak fluttered, and he roared resolutely: "Let's take out that battle flag, this battle, the Middenland cannot lose, the empire cannot lose! The opportunity to drive out chaos is at hand. , I will never allow it to pass through my fingertips! All white wolf knights, follow me and stop the beast king!"

   "Leron put the burden of command on me, and I must not let him down!"

"Yes!"

The Sigma Church was in ruins. Amidst the roars of Benic Sutsen and Sir Armand, although they were very reluctant to give up, the four mortars that were difficult to move were still abandoned. The remaining artillery crew members, musketeers and crossbowmen The soldiers rushed to the inner fort against time to rebuild the defense line.

   Soon, the order to retreat into the inner fort gradually spread to each position, and the cold-blooded rear order was also passed on to each formation.

  The interception facilities arranged in advance played a certain role, and the horned beasts trying to chase them were delayed by wooden stakes and ground thorns.

  Taking the opportunity, after the remaining human army, dwarves, and wood elves retreated into the street in an orderly manner, the three cannons on the wall of the inner castle bombarded the herd of animals one after another, which played a certain role in hindering them.

   And when Sir Armand appeared with a huge battle flag, the morale of the coalition forces, which had become sluggish, rose again, and the knights were full of enthusiasm and anger against evil.

   That was the battle flag of the former Drakovald province, the black wing battle flag, a battle flag that symbolizes eternal hope!

  It was lost in a large-scale ancient war, which was the eternal shame of the empire and the indelible scar of the northern provinces, and now, the black wing battle flag is flying in the imperial army again, just like it used to be.

Just as the king of the four-horned beasts was leading the war beasts to kill wantonly, the foot warriors led by the adopted son of the White Wolf Elector, Armand and Nicos-Francis finally arrived. Collision, a contest between order and chaos.

   "For Ulric! For the Empire!"

   "Roar! Kill!"

   "This battle is not over yet, let the lackeys of Chaos see the glory that belongs to the empire!"