The final plan for a counterattack was soon made clear -

Freya didn't know how Sister Nimesis and Balta had persuaded the nobles, perhaps the High Priest of Wood had really seen this as an opportunity. In short, no matter what, she finally managed to hold back the retreat of the army for the time being.

This is the last chance.

It sounds strange that the next twenty minutes will decide whether the human coalition will be able to fight the demons for the next hour of confronting each other, but here today, the hope of the Eruin is nothing more than that.

There was a refreshing coldness in the heavy rain, as if it was attached to a steel blade.

The Marquis of Balta divided the defenders of the Acropolis of Buoan in two, incorporated the main force of the White Lion Legion into the cadets of the Royal Knight Academy, and placed this army under the personal command of Nimesis.

This is something that would never have happened in the past with Eruin, the nobles who never gave up their armies and power, and whose greed made them cling to what they had in their hands like cold ghosts.

But when Balta handed over the command, the legion commander said to the knightess: "I have handed over the White Lion Legion to you, ma'am. ”

A simple sentence made the female knight's cold face unmoved. She thought for a moment before taking the white lion's battle flag without saying a word.

It was raining heavily, and the future was equally slim for those who stayed behind or those who were about to rush to the front, but such a danger was so insignificant.

The command sounded for a long time, and the city gate slowly opened.

The moment of the battlefield of blood and fire seemed very real and close to Freya's eyes, the bright flames that cut through the night seemed to narrow the distance of the battlefield, the shiver from the explosion swept through the entire area from time to time, and she saw the city gate creaking and shaking with her own eyes.

Sister Nimesis rode the back of a war horse not far ahead, just one step ahead of her. There were a few familiar faces in the team on the side, Owen, Beth, and the future Eruin's three Jaccarlo and Enroke, and the older Karglis leading his White Lion Guard.

The gray ranks rush out, the demons soon spot the movements of the humans, and an army of hellhounds appears on the battlefield. But Freya looked far away, and there was a trace of a brute in the sky. The demons are more like they're coming for the Acropolis of Bunoan. As expected, they wanted to take advantage of the human division to conquer this stretch of the battlefield in one fell swoop.

Everyone held their breath.

Nymersis stopped her horses one last time before giving the order to the army to march, and the cold female knight took one last look at the Acropolis of Bunoan, a banner on the low walls of the Acropolis standing out in the pouring rain.

The crescent moon above Eruin seems to have just risen.

The expression on her normally indifferent face couldn't help but soften.

"Senpai-sama?" Freya notices the anomaly of the female knight.

Nimesis glanced at her, but did not correct her salutation: "Freya, someone is demonstrating against us." ”

"Huh?"

"Let people raise the white lion's battle flag, and I'll let him see it. Seven hundred years ago, the White Lions, with the help of the mountain people, defeated the last army of the Cruzians here, and now seven hundred years later. And so can we. ”

Nimesis replied coldly.

When Marquis Balta saw the familiar flag flying in the rain, even though he had been in the army for nearly fifty years, his eyes still couldn't help but heat slightly. He suddenly remembered the first time under this banner, the old legion commander himself taught him the glory of the white lion.

The glory of the past was so dim at this moment, but it still shone slightly.

It's like a spark bursting out of the afterglow of ashes.

The marquis stood in the rain, and thought a lot at that moment.

For the first time, he put on the armor of a white lion, for the first time he fought a knightly duel, for the first time he rode on horseback, and for the first time he inhaled the choking cold air of the battlefield into the lobes of his lungs. And all the intrigues and struggles that followed, but every subsequent victory was not as pure as the pure pleasure of defeating the enemy on the battlefield for the first time.

For almost two centuries. For the first time, the White Lions were glorified not because they were victorious, but because they were guarding something, as if they were returning to the original purpose for which they were founded.

He sniffed the smell of the bloody and earthy smell of the wind in the front battlefield of Bunoan, as if he had returned to the magnificent battlefield and faced the army of the Templar after the wind.

At that time, Lord Swordsman was still there, Lord Reald was still in command of the White Lion Legion, and he was just a small knight.

But everything has changed.

Whether it is the flags fluttering on the battlefield and the coats of arms of the knights, or the faces around them, they have all become different.

"Legionnaire. The demons have already begun to attack. ”

"You don't have to report this kind of thing to me, I can see it."

Balta replied, "The demons in the field were like red tides, and as far as the eye could see, they were densely packed with those ugly creatures. The Acropolis of Buno had a few minutes to breathe after the last attack, but now the demons had discovered the human intentions. Prepare to take this opportunity to pull out the spike that pierced their throats in one fell swoop.

After the division of forces, the strength of the Acropolis had become even weaker. But the soldiers who were chosen to stay behind had no complaints, most of them were the older and more experienced members of the White Lion Legion, and these people gathered at the top of the city with a generous heart to die, and the silver-gray armor formed a thin wall of people.

"Troglodyte slave soldiers spotted, expected to be in range in a minute."

"Watch out for the barbarians in the air. Lift the rain cloth from the ballista—"

"The head of the city is in place, plug the gap."

One by one, the commands were passed down, and the heralds roared hoarsely, as if they were going to use all their strength to shout out the last shred of courage.

……

A rain of arrows swept over Freya's head, causing her and everyone around her to shrink their necks.

There was an avenue for carriage traffic near the Acropolis of Bunoan, but that road had long since been blown up by demonic spells, and the soldiers had to march along the bed of a stream, and after crossing the bottom of a stone bridge, the wall of the village of Medao came into view.

Behind you, you can see the Cave Lizard Shooter - an underground creature that looks a bit like a lizardman on the surface. However, they have brownish skin and pale eyes, making them more suitable for fighting in the dark. But more often than not, Freya could see their disgusting crimson skin from this distance.

"Chief Knight, there's a pack of Hellhounds behind us." Someone shouted in the wind and rain.

"Leave them alone, sue me if the flag is still there?"

Someone looked back in the direction of the Acropolis of Bunoan, "Chief Knight, the flag is still there!" ”

"That's good. Keep moving. ”

Another rain of arrows struck, and a row of White Lion Legion soldiers in front of them fell in unison. Three ballistas then whizzed through the crowd, one of which flew past Freya and hit Beth behind her. The straightforward girl screamed and was dragged off her horse, disappearing into the darkness in an instant.

"Beth!" Freya let out a miserable cry.

But Nimesis cried out coldly, "Leave her alone, any of us could die here, go ahead with the will of the dead, all." Don't look back. ”

The battle flag of the White Lion is passing through the entire battlefield.

……

The Marquis of Balta, covered in blood, watched as the holy white lion grew smaller and smaller in the rainy night. The old man of the White Lion Legion once told him that the white lion had its own soul, and that it had made a promise with the ancestor Ek to turn into a heroic spirit to protect the White Lion Legion. Therefore, the soul of the legion rests on this lion.

Of course, this is just a legend.

The Marquis of Balta had never believed such absurd rumors, but he had to admit that such a soul did exist in the White Lion Legion. But not on the lion, but on everyone in this legion.

The cavemen have been repulsed. Leave a corpse between the rubble and the rubble. They were originally cannon fodder, but it is a pity that many members of the White Lion Legion have been sleeping forever in this wave of attacks.

The soldiers at the top of the city watched as the cavemen spilled over the ruins like the waters of the ebbing tide, but behind them came a number of huge figures—hellhounds and brutes—on the battlefield.

The second wave of attacks is coming.

"Watch out for the heavens."

"Martha is on top. It's endless. Someone looked at the ugly creatures in the darkness and muttered, "Do you think those nobles will come up to our aid?" ”

"You're daydreaming."

There was a low burst of laughter in the city. In the midst of this laughter, the Marquis of Balta wiped his face and turned back and asked, "Where is that over there?" ”

"Looks like we've arrived at the intended location of the attack, my lord."

Ten minutes to go. Balta nodded.

What answer can be given in ten minutes?

I'm afraid that no one in the entire battlefield can say clearly. Hundreds of cave lizard shooters skillfully shot at the makeshift wall of the village of Medao, an orange shroud of light looming over their heads, providing both magical protection and protection from rain damaging the longbow.

To be honest, this seemed a bit redundant to Nimesis - they simply didn't have the ability to strike from a distance. The human race has run out of ammunition and food, and the high-level combat power has been lost, and the Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles and the powerful vampire under that guy have lured the demon king away from the battlefield. However, there are fewer and fewer Templars left in the Templar of Fire.

Master Leigh Woods has limited the demon's air force in the sky, but his ability to delay has been significantly weakened. More and more barbarians are being liberated and joining the battlefield.

Nimesis took out her pocket watch and looked at it.

The siege ladder has been erected.

The silver-gray armor of the White Lion Legion in front of them took the lead in attacking, climbing the siege ladder and attacking the makeshift ramparts, but the attack in front had been blocked twice. Behind the head of the city there were minotaurs. And there are quite a few of them, and the human soldiers are just sending them to death.

She soon realized this.

Time is running out. When the soldiers of the White Lion Legion were held back for the third time, Nimesis drew her sword. She glanced back, and Eruin's banner was still above the head of the Acropolis of Bunoan.

But perhaps only Master Martha knows how long it will last.

"Freya, come with me. This time I personally led the charge, and if we didn't succeed, we would die on the way to attack. ”

"Knight's Captain......"

"We're running out of time."