Chapter 240 90. My Corps' unimpeded
green lightning streaked through the sky above our heads, seemingly very close at hand.
The Druchi soldiers were staggering under the attack of this strange rainstorm. Many soldiers crouched and tried to extricate themselves from this terrible rainstorm.
Sirsis saw the pale faces of the Druch soldiers distorted with fear, and screams of fear came one after another from the section of the city wall he was responsible for. To his horror, wherever he looked, he saw several siege ladders already biting against the city wall. The ladders were constantly trembling due to the weight and climbing of the attackers.
Under the erosion of the rain, the Reaper Ballista, a strange magically enchanted war machine, could still be used. At this time, under the command of the captain, it was pouring out firepower based on feeling.
As for the black sharp repeating crossbowmen and pirate repeating crossbows, the mass-produced standard consumables have been eroded by rain and cannot exert their original effects. They can only be adjusted to close-range shooting mode and wait for the enemy to board the battlements. moment.
Turning his head, Hirsis could vaguely see six soldiers under the inner city fighting with a struggling figure lying on the paving stones. He heard angry shouts and roars that could not be made by Druch. A serrated dagger stabbed into the prone figure again and again, but the prone figure continued to struggle, and a rage rose from the bottom of his heart. rise.
"Go down and see what's going on." Hirsis said to Julian. After a pause, he then warned, "Be careful!"
"Stand up and face the enemy!" Hirsis roared after finishing the instruction. Roaring in the wind, he held a long sword and strode on the city wall, paying no attention to the smelly water that poured onto his face and into the gaps in his armor.
"The warriors of Naggaroth will not cower in the face of the storm! Fight or die! Make your choice now!"
The argument continued as Julian walked down the wall, roaring angrily and pushing away those who were still there. Soldiers stabbing. A sad swordsman carrying a blood-stained messer knife turned to look at him. When the sad swordsman realized who he was facing, he yelled in horror and started to retreat.
Now Julian could see the writhing, roaring figure. Each flash of lightning illuminated the horrific wounds on the figure's chest, abdomen, and legs, which he knew had been caused by knives, swords, and axes. Horrible lacerated wounds.
The figure wrapped its pale hands around the other soldier's neck and tried to pull the struggling soldier closer to his torn lip and broken teeth.
Julian's black pupils shrank sharply, and he realized that there was almost no blood around the figure. A sudden thought made his heart freeze. This Druchi was dead, and had been dead for several hours.
With a horrified roar, Julian slashed with his long sword, cutting off the zombie's right arm at the elbow, and then cut off half of the zombie's head. The zombie shrank back and twitched, sharp The yelling soldier broke free.
But even as the walker's brains splattered on the paving stones, it still tried to charge at the soldier again. Julian intervened again and chopped off the head of the zombie from his neck with a wave of his backhand. Only then did the unlucky thing fall lifelessly to the ground.
Thunder roared in Julian's ears, and Malus came over to check the situation.
"It's Yu! Bring him back to life!" Malus said to Julian.
"Mother of the Night!" Malus sighed after finishing speaking, and he suddenly realized Nagalia's plan.
Malus turned his head and walked quickly up the city wall. He wanted to inform Xiersis of the situation. When he was halfway up the slope, lightning flashed overhead and pierced the rain curtain. He vaguely caught a glimpse of piles of broken corpses. Maybe There were hundreds, maybe thousands, of bodies breaking free from the messy piles of corpses on both sides of the inner city avenue and moving staggeringly. He realizes that this is part of his sister's plan, and two armies surround the inner city, one alive, the other dead.
The horn sounded in the rain. Whether it was a warning or a retreat, Malus couldn't tell. He doesn't know how to stop this terrible plague in time, all he can do is fight.
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"My corps is unimpeded, unimpeded!" Darkus muttered, but the stinky rainwater did not drip into his open mouth, nor did it make him spit out his dinner in disgust.
Mother Annasara led the sorceresses to cast a rain-proof spell derived from black magic on key troops.
After muttering, Darkus raised his head and glanced at the outer city through the brief light of lightning. Krakarond's most elite melee soldiers were clearing the way forward, followed by men carrying repeating crossbows and reaper ballistas. of long-range troops.
In the front where Darkus could not see, Naggaroth's most elite veteran version of the war hydra moved forward like a dump truck, followed by a large number of coordinated infantry and supporting firepower.
However, the army marching in the city only retained a small number of Ebon Knights. After all, they could not be used here. The Dark Riders, Cold Lizard Fear Knights and Disaster Walker chariots were deployed outside the city to prepare for the next encirclement or pursuit.
The marching troops never encountered the enemy, there were no signs of buildings being burned, there were no groups of looters, and there were no roving Druch soldiers.
Some were just sparse soldiers on guard in the inner city. After seeing the steady stream of troops marching below, these Druchi soldiers cheered unevenly, and then were removed from the city wall by their command. They may have gone Support the most critical parts of the east and north sides.
By this time the fighting had begun on the east and north inner walls, and by the time the first enemy reached the battlements, battle cries and screams were heard.
Julian staggered along the greasy city walls, dodging the frenzied battles of screaming Druchi soldiers and howling waves of chaos, and resisting the impact of the violent wind. This abnormal madness almost blew him down the city. Among the shambling undead.
One of the pirates fell, a beastman tearing out his throat, blood spurting from his mouth, but he drove the fist dagger into the beastman's muscular chest again and again.
Another Terror Spearman crawled blindly, his face was smashed, Julian could no longer distinguish his facial features, and his teeth continued to fall out as he let out a horrifying howl.
Two sad swordsmen grabbed a Yankee's braid, dragged the Yankee off the battlements, and then smashed the Yankee's face on the paving stones. One of the sad swordsmen stretched out his serrated dagger and skillfully The ground slit the Yankee's throat.
Malus shouted at the top of his lungs, but his words were lost in the roaring storm and maelstrom of battle. He growled in frustration, then started yelling again, but a snarling figure tackled him from behind, slamming his face into the paving stone. A sharp pain shot through the right side of his jaw and thick blood splattered onto his cheek. He roared like a wild animal and tried to writhe beneath the Yankee, ramming his inverted vambrace into the side of the Yankee's nose.
The Yankee snarled and tried to stab Malus with his weapon, but the blade grazed Malus's back armor.
Malus was still trying to turn his body, but the Yankee's expression froze in the next second, and the sword blade penetrated the Yankee's chest.
"You owe me again! Malus." Julian pulled out the long sword that penetrated deeply into the Yankee's body, then moved the Yankee's head and said coldly. He had no plans for Lamarus, and the most important thing at the moment was to find his father. Malus gasped, got up and knelt down on one knee.
The zombies had almost reached the top of the city wall. Malus saw two Dread Spearmen being attacked from behind and dragged to the ground by a group of zombies. The remaining Druzi screamed in terror and retreated.
A group of witch spirits pushed away the retreating soldiers and howled and rushed over, trying to block the zombies on the slope. They let out hysterical screams and rushed towards the oncoming undead. Their double blades weaved a line Howling patterns of dismemberment and death. With the rapid swing of the weapon, the zombie's hands were chopped into jagged stumps.
A wizard took a step to the left and quickly swung his weapon to chop off an arm and the head of the zombie on the far left. Before the zombie could fall to the ground, Wu Lingsi changed her posture, punched the zombie on her right, and decapitated it cleanly with a slash.
The walkers know neither pain nor fear, but their only weapons are claws and teeth and unnatural vitality.
The few executioners on the city wall also joined this game-like battle. Dealing with this kind of walking corpse was just the most basic exercise for the executioner. Even if the walking corpse could move slowly, the execution knife could be wielded calmly. Ups and downs, the heads of the zombies kept flying up and rolling down the slope.
"Perhaps he is right, fighting is never about one person." Malus said silently as he stared at the killing feast.
"Druch! Spear and shield!"
Suddenly, a battle cry resounded from the distance connecting the inner city with the inner city. Malus looked along the cry, but could not see anything. The heavy rain blocked his sight. , but he showed an expression of fatigue and relief, knowing that reinforcements were coming.
Grond is not so much a city as it is a permanent fortress. This is more appropriate. The diamond fort connects the outer city. There is an inner city inside the outer city, but the inner city is not just one, but two. It is the core of the city. It is the Tower of Prophecy where Morathi is located in the middle and the gold mine under the tower.
Druchi's reinforcements did come. Under the command of Kolan and Kira, Kalond Carl's regular reserve force and Nagarond's black guards were dispatched. Those in front of the black guards were responsible for opening the way. War Hydra, at this time Lacasse was waving the whip of pain, driving away these hungry giant beasts. The giant beasts couldn't wait to feast on the endless zombies in front of them.
But wave after wave of chaos still surged over the battlements like a tide and rushed towards the defending Druch soldiers.
The Druch soldiers gritted their teeth and fought, but the fierce attacks seemed to have no end.
The killing never ends.
The rain kept falling, the wind kept roaring, Malus strode forward like an agile lynx along the Druchi defense line that could collapse at any time, and Kane's dimensional sword stabbed into the bodies of the Yankees and Beastmen like a butter knife. , then moved on to the next desperate battle, leaving severed limbs and twitching bodies in his wake.
Malus always attacks the enemy from unexpected angles, quickly piercing the enemy's ribs or slicing the hamstrings. His fatal attacks have nothing to do with glory. They are cold slaughter, making Cain's dimensional sword drink blood again and again. .
The Drukhi soldiers fought back like trapped animals, and even though they were seriously wounded, the soldiers continued to fight until their last blood was spilled on the paving stones before they fell. It seemed that Malus's crazy fighting had also infected them, and gradually, the situation began to turn in their favor. The struggling waves of Chaos grew smaller and smaller, driven farther and farther back toward the rain-soaked ladder.
Malus couldn't remember how long the battle lasted. The heavy rain was still raging with no sign of weakening. Time lost all meaning. Time and time again, he kept searching during the battle.
Strangely, Nagalia and her Chaos Warriors were never present during this desperate battle.
Kira, who flew over in advance on a manticore to support him, was shocked by the scene of massacre on the city wall. The black paving stones were covered with a thick layer of blood, sawdust and internal organs. Even rain could not wash away the broken weapons. , fragments of armor and pieces of meat were scattered everywhere.
The exhausted and numb soldiers sat or rested in the filth. The soldiers with empty eyes did not even notice Kira's arrival.
Two hours later, the walking corpses in the inner city were cleared away, and the cold rain hit Malus's face. It was not the stinky rain of corpses before, but clear rain. He opened his mouth like a fish and drank greedily. He rubbed the thick ooze from his eyes and blinked at the still raining sky.
Green lightning was still raging, but the darkness had thinned a bit, turning to leaden grey.
The Black Guard of Nagarond and the reserve team of Karond Kal took over this section of the city wall. Sirsis was limping with the support of his servants and his son. His thigh was injured and it was unnatural. Twisting, his battle has come to an end for the time being.
The inner and outer cities were filled with burnt buildings and simple tents that were extinguished by the rain. The exhausted waves of chaos lay on the dirty streets like groups of wild dogs, and hundreds of corpses were spread under the inner city.
Howls and chatter rose and fell among the ruins, and curses were shouted in a language Druchi could not understand.
Soon, the killing began again.
As time passed, the advancement of Krakarond's troops gradually slowed down. The wave of chaos responsible for blocking the advance rushed forward fearlessly. Fierce battles broke out on the city walls, avenues and narrow alleys.
Although it had slowed down, the troops were still advancing, and Darkus could already vaguely see the wave of chaos creeping up the inner city.
Darkus nodded, agreeing with Maranur's statement.
"If Nagalia had no backup plan, the battle would end today." Maranur said to Darkus.
Suddenly, a large number of Chaos Warriors rushed out from the tunnel connecting the inner and outer city. The soldiers who had just retreated from the city wall were cut down to the ground unexpectedly, and then the Chaos Warriors began to rush towards the city gate.
Sorry, I'm not in a good state today. I originally wanted to take leave. Tomorrow the protagonist will enter the scene and Malus's story will end.
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