Chapter 624
The silver moon hangs high, and the night is as deep as ink.
The burning cathedral is still wrapped in a sea of fire. There are corpses all over the white stairs, and only an ugly hole and fragments on the ground are left behind the closed door. The mournful scream and grinning keep on Came from it.
"This is really..."
Black hair wizard eyebrows raised, although this sight is already commonplace, he is still a little surprised-based on the imperial belief in the Holy Cross, It is really not easy for Gaspar to find so many thugs who are willing to attack the cathedral with him.
Lu Sien, holding two swords, stood behind the black hair wizard, and his silver-gray pupils looked nervously at the burning cathedral from time to time.
The Knights of the Torino family are already ready. They are fully armed and lined up in a neat queue, waiting for the black hair wizard to give the final order.
These people are all promoted from the knight-errant Knight and serve as the elite of the count guard-in the war, they are the middle-level officers, the warlords, and the flag officers; in peace, they are the city defense officers. , Is a judge, a messenger and a diplomat, every word and deed represents the majesty of count.
They wore the Knight armor of the Empire’s cream of the crop. When they mounted their horses and launched a frontal charge, even the “black shield wall” of the Empire Legion would collapse on the first encounter; they were not equipped with a shield. Byrne Knight, who only wields a two-handed sword, is a nightmare for all infantrymen.
And Charlotte had almost no worries, so she handed over the biggest hole card in her hand to herself without reservation.
"Are you ready?"
Loren glanced across their faces, opened the mouth and said in a deep voice.
There was no sound, no response, only a pair of eyes looking at him.
"Are there any regrets?"
There is still a dead silence.
The black hair wizard shrugged, fixed the bright silver to the card slot in the tree core, and waved it down suddenly:
"Then let's go!"
The voice Before falling, what he responded to was a uniform cry that resounded through the night sky:
"God bless Torino——————!!!!!!"
Waving under the light of the fire The Knights with two-handed swords roared and rushed towards the burning cathedral. The trembling roar and countless iron and blood percussions even overwhelmed the sound of the cathedral.
The mobs in the church didn’t seem to expect the retribution to come so quickly...or they knew it, but they didn’t care anymore; as the gate was broken through, more and more Knight’s silhouettes rushed into the cathedral , The fanatics who brandished sharp blades stopped in front of them, not knowing what the fate was about to come.
Blood-bodied weapons, killing sounds everywhere!
The first mob who noticed the roar of the battle also yelled and raised his weapon; before he had time to fight back, the flash of cold glow had penetrated his chest!
Sword edge pushed hard and cut the mob into two with a man and armor!
The heavy iron boots smashed the unwilling head to pieces, and the bloody Knight didn't stop; and behind him, similar scenes abound.
The place where the great sword passes is full of broken arms and limbs; where the iron boots pass, there is no one who lives!
Perhaps the battle method of long spear phalanx is more efficient and more reasonable; but the battle method of slashing with a big sword and splashing flesh and blood can make the enemy more frightened!
The screams kept coming and going. The Knights of the Scarlet Blood Castle almost unstoppable shredded the fragile lines of defense of the mobs and heretics, the bones of all split up and in pieces and the church Knights who were killed by them piled up Together.
In a flash, the main entrance of the cathedral was breached.
………………………………………………
"Clang——!"
The gun barrel smashed to the head The tomahawk that came, the expressionless black hair wizard shot through the mob's head, and the blood-stained tip of the gun was pulled out of the bone's mouth.
The seventh...No, the eighth one!
In an instant, the dragon tooth in his hand swept across, and once again accurately cut off the neck of the mob.
When the killing becomes a calculation, the numbers will lose their meaning-killing these thugs is also impossible to stop Gaspar, but not killing them will become trouble again.
They are like a group of real "lunatics", doing their best, even if they are torn apart their tendons and piercing their chests, they can only crawl on the ground with a single breath, and they will laugh at themselves with a grin. .
In the chaotic cathedral, the black hair wizard quickly shuttled through the battlefield, and the surrounding enemies were still approaching him, rushing to encircle him from all directions.
"Clang——!"
There was another crisp sound, and the tip of the gun hit a fire on the wall beside him; a dozen laughter sounded from behind him. The mob had already rushed from behind him.
"The thirteenth."
The long spear fell, and pierced the second cheek at the moment when the neck was broken in the screams;
The expressionless black hair wizard closed his guns horizontally with both hands, and the reinforced gun barrel forcibly smashed three ribs;
The corpse leaning backwards hit the mad behind him The believer, then pierced the fourth neck with the gun straight, and finally stepped on the unlucky head that was overwhelmed.
Between breathing, the black hair wizard was empty within five steps!
When he was in the ancient wood forest, Loren used to ask the elves of the Wind-Zhuing Forest and the Morning Star Forest very seriously, especially the war dancers, to ask how to use long spear to fight—compared to the human Knights. , These hunting Masters who fought with ogre almost turned the battle into a dazzling dance, which is still fresh in his memory.
Looking at the surrounding mobs who are still deep in the fight, Loren frowned slightly—Holy Cross Church’s cathedral usually engraved the “silent” rune, leading to high-level curses here. The formidable power will be greatly reduced, even to the extent that the gain is not worth the loss, and the reaction of void energy cannot even be felt in many places.
Even the "spiritual horizon" this kind of scope curse will be affected, there are large tracts of undetectable "blank areas"; even if the location can be roughly determined, the mad dog-like thugs will also be affected. Keep interrupting yourself.
These thugs who have been taking the initiative or drank the Holy Blood Potion without their knowledge have completely turned into monsters and mad dogs, even if they have been completely suppressed by the Knights of the Scarlet Blood Castle. Under the circumstances, still tirelessly and casually rushed from the cathedral all directions.
Don't talk about fear, apart from the most primordial animality, there is only one emotion of "crazy" left in their bodies.
From the sound of the explosion, a full quarter of an hour has passed... I don’t have much time.
If you continue to procrastinate like this, it will only give Gaspar more breathing room, and even the situation that he least wants to see... And Asriel, who should have been able to help him, is because of the cathedral. The restriction had to stay outside the door, saying nothing to come in.
Of course, Loren can probably guess the reason why he really refused to come in—compared to the cathedral in front of him, I am afraid he is more afraid to face the "Black Cross" Serel and Farnesis directly.
"Clang——!"
The terrifying sound of fragmentation broke the hustle and bustle of the cathedral melee, and the leading Knight's sword chopped and slashed, even with the weapon in the hands of the mob. In pieces!
The weapon was torn into shreds, the armor was crisp as thin paper, and the screams stopped abruptly, only the sound of iron boots rang.
Under the broken statue of the Holy Cross, the icy moonlight reflects the unmatched silhouettes of the Knights in the blood and flames; in full armor, they are precision killing machines, waving mercilessly. Two-handed swords soaked in blood plasma.
The blood light has been spilled, only the sword shadow is left!
The roaring mobs are still continuously rushing from all directions, but they still can’t stop the Knights who are advancing step by step; the sword smashed their weapons and cut their ribs. They tore their armor...the iron boots stepped on, leaving only the flesh and blood everywhere.
The Knight Guard, which has less than a hundred men, has mastered the absolute initiative in this battle very unbelievably, advancing step by step like a mill of flesh and blood.
The leading Knight used his sword as a shield, and his iron boots were covered in blood, but he didn't take a step back. There was a ferocious humming under the helmet, and he forcibly withstood the frontal charge of the mobs.
"Clang--!"
There was another loud noise, and the sword edge was smashed with plasma; the thugs turned into a pool of flesh and blood did not in the slightest deter other people, but It further stimulated the killing desire of this group of mad dogs.
The bloody Knight raised the big sword in his hand and glared at the enemy dozens of times with him. The blood-stained sword edge became the banner in his hand:
" The name of Torino...
Don’t leave one--!"