Chapter 113. Mutiny!

The great roar was like the roar of the gods, and like the roar of the devil, descending from the top of heaven and rising from the abyss of hell!

In that absolutely crushing force, all of it is in vain!

At this time, the object that was about to be bitten by the beast trapped in the cage, the "Ghost-faced Warrior", did not seem to feel the terrifying power at all, and did not even have the slightest intention of dodging, so it slammed forward head-on. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

It seems that he wants to rely on his own flesh and blood to shake the roar of modern science and technology.

But in the end, there was no suspense!

Even if these "ghost-faced warriors" who don't know whether they are humans or ghosts have almost immortal bodies, they are in vain after all under the blow of absolute power.

A huge tremor was like thunder, and even the surrounding earth could not bear the weight, and with the continuous flying dust and smoke, the ground was constantly sinking downward.

And with the silence of the artillery, the breeze blew from nowhere, blowing away the originally hidden gunsmoke, and what was revealed next was a bloody picture to the extreme.

There was broken flesh and blood, broken internal organs, and flying armor and debris everywhere, but unlike the previous tragic scenes, there were no bright flowers that bloomed proudly on the tragic battlefield.

What's even more bizarre is that apart from the roar that still vibrates, there is only a deathly silence.

No wailing, no crying, no screaming......

Most of the "ghost-faced warriors" had their bodies destroyed in the previous artillery fire, their arms, legs, even their chests and brains were all shattered, and a few of the "ghost-faced warriors" who escaped by luck and avoided the center of the shell explosion were also swept away by the tumbling air waves, and then before their bodies landed, they were ruthlessly cut by countless flying fragments.

Those seemingly inconspicuous fragments are the messengers of death at this time, and even the sturdy chain mail worn on their bodies cannot resist these blade-like fragments.

Then, without Chopin and Kitt opening their mouths, the front-line infantry had already raised their butcher knives again, and with that "bang" sound, the bodies of the last few "ghost-faced warriors" also completely fell.

After clearing these "ghost-faced warriors", the 9-pounder cannon once again showed its majestic power after a short silence, only this time, the cathartic violence was all poured towards the hidden firing points in the castle.

In the castle, at a hidden firing point, the captain of the guard, who belonged to Viscount Riel alone, was also looking at the "ghost-faced warriors" who had turned into blurred flesh and blood at this time, and his originally clenched fist couldn't help but slam on the hard stone wall on the side.

The sharp pain of the impact kept hitting the captain's mind, but at this time, he didn't care about it at all.

This was the last line of defense that Lord Viscount had left him with in mind, and it was also the secret method he had originally prepared to turn defeat into victory.

Seeing that these "ghost-faced warriors" defeated the spearmen on the opposite side, his originally dry heart couldn't help but rise with a glimmer of hope.

And seeing the "Ghost Face Warrior" who was still struggling to move forward under the shooting of the wild buckshot, there was only a glimmer of hope in his heart, but it rose quickly like a fire in the prairie fire, but what he didn't expect was that in just ten breaths, a hellish scene unfolded in front of him.

With the gushing of pale flames, everything came to an end, and the hope that had just risen died in an instant.

As the captain of Viscount Riel's bodyguard, he knew better than anyone how serious the situation was at this time, this encounter was unlike anything before, and once they were defeated, there was really nothing.

And just as he was thinking like this, in the originally dark pupils, a black iron ball was suddenly reflected......

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"Lord Viscount, those guards outside can't stop it, run away!"

Looking at Viscount Riel, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, the white-haired old steward also said anxiously.

"If you don't leave, it's really too late!"

Hearing the old manager's words, Viscount Riel was silent, and he didn't have any intention of escaping, his eyes were empty and blank.

The past experience began to emerge in his mind, rising from the end of the micro, and then after repeated conspiracies and plots, and bloody battles, he broke through the current foundation in the West Sea.

But now, everything is going to disappear......

"Bastard thing!"

Viscount Riel, who had been sitting on the ground, suddenly jumped up, and then smashed everything on the mahogany table to the ground.

"Waste, waste, all waste! Even the lord of a small drifting island can't stop it! ”

Viscount Riel was like a defeated bison at this time, and the original brightness of his eyes was now occupied by the rich and gloomy blood red.

"Lord Viscount......"

"That bastard of Fordes, didn't he say that these guys are just a remnant of strength left by a ruined nobleman?"

"Boom—"

Another violent sound suddenly burst open, and the whole castle seemed to tremble, and the sound of intermittent fighting sounded like nothing.

Damn, no matter what, he can't die like this, what if the territory is gone, he doesn't believe it, and he can't work hard again.

"Let's go, enter the secret passage."

Forcibly suppressing the anger and murderous intent in his heart, Viscount Rare walked briskly towards the bookcase in front of him.

The passage has several exits, each leading to a secret harbor where certain food and necessities are stocked, as well as ships fleeing the Drift Island.

In fact, these passages were constructed long before the castle was built, and the craftsmen who were responsible for building the area were secretly executed by Viscount Riel after completing the construction of the passages.

This secret passage was known to no one except himself and the old steward in charge of the castle, and it was the last way he left him to survive.

However, when the bookcase was raised, Viscount Riel was suddenly hit hard in the head, and the whole person was slammed to the ground.

In the moment before he fainted, his only thought was that the manager he had trusted for so many years had betrayed him.

What Viscount Riel didn't notice, however, was that he was right behind him as he fell

The figure also fell down with it.

ps: This week's recommended results are far less than last week's, everyone give some effort.