Knights of the North Island, the Regimental Chief's House.

The tall body of the deputy head of the regiment, Jerry, lay on the cold masonry floor, and the whole person fell into a deep coma, and his whole body was as red as a fire.

At Jerry's side, Edgar slapped him the face and shouted, "Silly big one, stupid big one, wake up!"

The door of the house was pushed open at this time, and Lev, a warrior of the North Island Knights, limped in with a blood-stained axe pinned to his waist and a basin of ice water.

"In order to kill the enemy as much as possible, the deputy head has used the ability of 'rage' several times, and has entered a state of physical exhaustion. Lev crouched down, pulled out a cloth towel and threw it to Edgar: "Now we have to find a way to cool him down, or he will soon become crazy from a persistent high fever." ”

Lev looked at Edgar's anxious expression and added, "I've seen Berserkers die slowly after getting sick, and it doesn't look good. ”

Edgar, whose eyes were red, picked up a wet wipe, wiped little Jerry's bloodstained body vigorously, and said in a choked voice, "He'll be fine." ”

Lev picked up another wet wipe, wiped Jerry's wounded lower abdomen, and said with a calm face, "The teachings of the gods tell us not to fear death. When life comes to an end, the scales of fate will await everyone. Both kings and slaves will be judged, the good will enter the temple, and the wicked will fall into the devil. ”

Edgar sniffed hard and turned to Lev and asked, "How's it going out there?"

"The enemy's offensive has stopped for the time being, but only temporarily, and they are preparing for the next attack. Lev wrung out the warm towel, re-moistened it with cold water, and continued: "Of the two hundred and twenty-six brothers, there are now one hundred and nine left. The corpses piled up at the gate of the regimental headquarters were like hills, some of them were our men, some of them were of the enemy, but there were too many corpses and they were too broken to be identified. ”

Edgar asked in a dejected mood, "Can we win?"

Lev shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Originally, we had the upper hand in this battle. When it comes to will and faith, no one can compare to the warriors of the North Island...... But the explosives and muskets possessed by the enemy destroyed the bodies of the brothers, and the strongest will was useless. ”

Edgar shook his head, "So you mean, we're going to lose eventually?"

Lev said calmly, "Is there a difference? If I win, I will still die in a few decades, and if I lose, I will just reach the Sanctuary one step earlier." ”

Edgar was about to speak, when an explosion and gunfire were heard outside the house, interrupting him.

Lev threw the towel into the basin, took the beloved hand axe from his waist, smiled and said to Edgar: "Goodbye, my brother, the gates of the Sanctuary are open, the scales of fate are beckoning to me, I have to go first......"

Looking at Lev's happy face and relaxed tone as he left, Edgar sat on his knees, clutching Jerry's arm, trembling all over.

Explosions rang out one after another, and gunfire gradually approached the houses.

Edgar wiped tears from her eyes, grabbed her dagger and shield from the ground, and struggled to her feet, trying to walk out.

A large hand grabbed his ankle, and a deep voice came from the ground.

"Help me up. ”

Edgar looked down, and the frail little Jerry opened his eyes and was staring out the door.

Gritting his teeth, Edgar crouched down and struggled to help little Jerry up.

The two stumbled out the door and came to the square where the Knights of the North Island were stationed.

A large number of mercenaries holding giant shields formed a solid shield wall and slowly walked towards the survivors of the North Island Knights.

Behind the shield wall, a group of rebels armed with muskets continued to shoot at the opposite side through the gap.

The warriors of the Knights of the North Island, facing an enemy force ten times their size, took off their obstructive armor, took up their weapons, shouted the names of the gods, laughed loudly, and launched a suicidal attack on the enemy formation on the opposite side.

After a flurry of gunfire, the deputy commander Jerry Jerry looked at the fallen brothers and siblings, let out a cry of pain, he picked up a two-handed axe on the ground, and dragged his heavy steps towards the enemy.

"It's him! It's the monster!"

Someone in the enemy line recognized Jerry's form and let out a cry of fear.

A musketeer hurriedly turned his weapon in the direction of little Jerry, blew up the fire in his hand, and leaned towards the fire rope.

Looking at the swarthy muzzles, the anxious Edgar waved his arms and shouted at little Jerry, "Come back!"

In the face of the tide of enemies, little Jerry did not stop, he rushed forward at a faster pace, and at the same time glanced back at his brother, with the harmless smile on his face that he had been a long time ago.

Edgar's tears welled up in his eyes, and he fell to the ground, his eyes filled with endless despair.

At this moment, a clear cry came from the sky, and dozens of huge figures quickly swept over the city and began to dive down from the sky.

With the sound of the bowstring breaking through the air, a dense rain of arrows fell into the enemy's formation, harvesting a large area of life in an instant.

After the rain of arrows, in the dim light of the fire, a huge griffon, flapping its huge wings and whipping up a gust of wind, appeared over the camp of the North Island Knights.

A dark-skinned dark elf jumped off the griffin's back, and before he could land, the bow in his hand was constantly shaking, and one arrow after another, containing bursting fire, landed among the enemy, setting off one huge explosion after another.

A strong orc, nearly two meters tall, jumped directly into the shield wall from another griffon. He brandished the mace in his hand, which was about the size of an ordinary person, and shot at the enemies around him like crazy, and the sound of broken shields, broken bones, and screams suddenly resounded.

The heavy infantry armed with huge shields, as long as they were stained with the mace, were like kites with broken strings, and they were knocked into the air, and then fell to the ground, and fell into piles of flesh and blood that did not form human.

In the dark night sky, several more werewolves jumped out of their hidden figures. They crept up to the top of the house and silently came to the enemy's rear, then took advantage of the chaos to jump into the musket team, and finally reaped the life with their sharp claws and sharp wolf muzzles. In a matter of moments, the enemy's formation was disorganized into a plate of scattered sand.

Immediately after, lizardmen, minotaurs, harpies, dwarves, ...... One creature after another, which only appears in myths and legends, has landed in the camp of the Knights of the North Island.

These alien races who suddenly joined the war were less than fifty people, but in the face of an army composed of nearly a thousand mercenaries and rebels, they actually showed an overwhelming advantage, completely turning the entire tide of the battle.

The improvised rebels, in the face of this group of monster-like troops, could not raise the slightest resistance at all, dropped their weapons, and collapsed.

Edgar and little Jerry looked at an elven woman with long ears, and gathered a fireball with both hands, blowing up a heavy wagon of the enemy not far away into a cloud of shards, and couldn't help but be stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.

Above their heads, a silver-haired Valkyrie wearing close-fitting riding armor and a feather crown slowly descended on a griffin.

Little Jerry saw the appearance of the comer, his face was happy, and he shouted loudly: "Grand Master!"

Evie looked at the devastation in the camp, and in anger, she grabbed the spear in her hand and ordered loudly: "Those who can still move in the camp, stand up for me! Pick up your weapons and slaughter all these uninvited bastards!"

Ackerman, armed with a warbow, drew his bowstring and fired an arrow that pierced through the breastplates of two hoplites before still stabbing into the head of one of the musketeers.

He shouted to the Holy Cult warriors around him, "The orcs march forward, the werewolves outflank! The minotaurs, the lizardmen, hold the left and right flanks!" The elves enter the center of the array and attack the enemy forces who are gathering to resist!"

Evie put her finger to her mouth and whistled, and then said, "Valkyrie team 2 and 3, return to the fleet and continue to transport the remaining Holy Cult soldiers to the city!

Soon, this army of Valkyries, Holy Cult Army, and North Island warriors rushed into the streets of Twilight City, routed all enemies that came in front of them, and began to march in the direction of the port area.