Chapter 1897: The Virgin of Steel (Fifteen)

"Isn't it ......!" exclaimed little Zust, "that kind of thing would appear in the British army?!"

Arthur sneered and replied as a matter of course: "The so-called battlefield is a breeding ground for evil, don't you even know this?"

Johnny Zust was speechless. Vertex updates the fastest

"We have to help Joan of Arc. She couldn't fight the vampire True Ancestor alone. Arthur said, "What's that...... The Duke of Alençon, give the order to your army to make a way for us. ＂

"Even if you say so," said the Duke of Alençon------ was stunned. At first, he thought the blonde boy was a trainee vampire hunter, the son of little Zust or something. But now it seems that the teenager's status is clearly higher than that of a vampire hunter. And with that magical sword......

"If you don't give orders, don't do it. Arthur frowned slightly, "As long as they don't get in my way." If they get in the way, even they will be cut together. ＂

Then the boy jumped out of cover with a somersault and shouted, "It's time to run, can you keep up, Zust?"

"Don't worry about me, Lord Aslan. Johnny also climbed out of the French fortifications and hurried after Arthur, who was already galloping!

"Aslan......?" the Duke of Alençon, who had been left behind them, was still muttering the name thoughtfully, and then he suddenly exclaimed, "Could he be ...... The Sage in the Stone?!"

In front of the main gate of Tuliel, the corpses were piled up in a mountain. The French were still engaged with the British, although most of the British had retreated to the interior of the pillbox, where the battle of the cage was fought. The British who had not had time to retreat were killed and wounded under the onslaught of the angry French, and the few remaining men, seeing that the tide was turning, began to abandon the task of defending the city and fled in a hurry. However, the war was brutal, and the fleeing British had to take a few arrows on their backs, whether they ran through the back door of the pillbox or jumped directly from the walls into the river. The French fired arrows at the fleeing British and brutally killed countless deserters.

"Go away, don't get in the way!" Arthur didn't have time to deal with the French soldiers, and when the French soldiers were stunned, he slipped past them like a white light, and went straight to the middle of the castle. Arthur rushed over from the French position, and even without a military order, these mages thought that Arthur and Little Zust were allies of France, and they didn't dare to attack Arthur and Little Zust until they figured out the situation. This also saved Arthur a lot of trouble.

In the very center of the castle, behind the complex of stone buildings, there is a gate to the dungeon. The wooden gate had been forcibly broken by a group of macho men with battering rams, and the battering rams that had been damaged had also lost their effectiveness and were abandoned aside, along with countless ruins and tiles around them.

The path to the dungeon had been completely opened, but the large staircase that continued to descend had a chilling eerie atmosphere. The lighting conditions of the castle itself are very poor at night, and the torches on both sides of the dungeon are already half-extinguished, which makes people feel disgusted, and they don't want to enter this dark and unknown ghost place at all. So it is only natural that there are more than a dozen French soldiers at the scene who stay there and dare not move.

Yet Arthur's Seraph Sword was trembling and glowing, and it knew what was inside this dungeon.

"Looks like Joan of Arc has already brought someone in. Ignoring the crowd of onlookers, Arthur pressed his sword and whispered, "The guy hiding in the dungeon is strong. There's a good chance it's even stronger than the True Ancestors I've fought before. Are you ready, Johnny?"

"This is the first time in my life that I've hunted a Vampire True Ancestor, and to be honest, I'm a little uneasy. Little Zust swallowed, "Father said that it would be the honor of his life to defeat the Seventh True Ancestor Demian with you, Lord Aslan. I think I'd think the same thing. ＂

"If you survive. Arthur snorted, "It's going to begin, be careful not to die!"

"Oh!" replied as if he had made up his mind, and then rushed down the dungeon with Arthur.

Meanwhile.

The dungeons of the Fort of Tulliel are a complex labyrinth. It was originally designed in this way to give the defending army a way out, even in the worst of circumstances, to hide in this dungeon to resist the enemy army, and at the same time to give the defenders of the city room to counterattack. Of course, the original designer of the castle was still too naïve, and he didn't leave any way back for the castle's dungeon at all. The original idea of this design was to make people break the boat, so that the soldiers hiding in the dungeon did not think about using some secret passages to escape, but found a way to get out of the trap and counterattack back. Therefore, this dungeon is essentially a dead end, a dead place where there is no way in or out, and there is no other means of survival than to win the counterattack.

The British troops who were hiding in the dungeons certainly did not know about this. They are only aggressors, not the army of mainland France. This ignorance also laid the foundation for their total destruction.

Joan of Arc broke into the dungeon with a team of more than twenty elite soldiers, and ordered the other French ** men to stand by outside the dungeon. The crowd tactics are not suitable for use in a narrow dungeon, the more people who come in, the greater the sacrifice, it is better to let a small number of elites completely annihilate the more than 100 British troops hiding in the dungeon.

However......

The girl led the group at the front of the procession, and looked at the corpses on both sides of the passage with confusion.

"According to the report, there should only be about a hundred British ** people hiding in the dungeon, right?" said the girl.

"Yes, Holy Maiden. The number of enemy troops will not exceed two hundred. Her lieutenant replied, "Almost all of the remaining British ** teams were wiped out outside the dungeon, or were beaten to pieces." ＂

"That's weird. The girl, who was busy on her way, slowed down, but she didn't stop completely: "We have been walking in this labyrinth since just now, and after walking for so long, the corpses of the British soldiers on both sides of the road have approached a hundred. Their deaths were suspicious, as if they had not even had room to struggle, so they were directly hacked to death by something. Who did the hell do this? Now that most of the British are dead, what are we dealing with next...... What the hell is it?"

"Hahahahaha...... Well analyzed. "From the depths of the dungeon, there was a creepy laugh. The voice was made by an inhuman being, and his insidiousness was far beyond the reach of humans, and it was as if he had been watching Joan of Arc since the beginning of time, so when the maiden asked such a question, he also laughed.

"Who?!!" shouted Joan of Arc's lieutenant, knight Demes.

The knight remained in a state of readiness, sword in his hand and torch in the other. The knight was responsible for the lighting of the leading troops, for Joan of Arc had always carried her flag and sword, and had no spare hands to carry any more torches.

"Huhu...... Then there was another sinister laugh from the depths of the dungeon: "I'm here and here, neither fleeing nor hiding." Come on. The show is about to begin. ＂

The girl frowned. She knew that some kind of vicious monster awaited her and her troops in the depths of the dungeon's labyrinth. But now it was the final sprint, as long as this dungeon was cleared as well, Fort Tullier would be completely captured by the French, and the victory in this battle would belong to France. No matter what terrible inhuman thing awaited them on the road ahead, no matter how terrible and evil it was, the girl had no room to retreat, no reason to escape.

She thought she could do it, or rather, with these twenty or so elite troops, she could win.

"God bless France!" the girl held aloft her military flag to boost morale and led her troops to charge into the deepest part of the dungeon.

In the deepest part of this dark dungeon, there is a slightly open space, large enough for fifty or sixty people to melee here. The place was meant to provide breathing space for the defenders who had escaped into the dungeons, but it seemed more like a final battleground.

The girl was the first to rush in, and the knight who followed her lit up the space with a torch.

In the center of the large room, a slender figure in a black robe was holding another person in his hand.

"Uhh......h The British commander hummed in the arms of the slender figure, his voice growing weak, echoing the commander's ever-turning paleness. The British commander's life was being sucked out of the arteries of his neck and into the fangs of the lanky black-robed man.

He's being sucked by vampires.

"Vampires!" shouted Joan of Arc's lieutenant, the knight Demes, "Attention, everyone! Don't get bitten by the vampire!!"

"Hehehehe------" At this time, the sneering black-robed man had already sucked the British commander dry. He threw the skeletal corpse to the ground, then looked up at the commander of the group of mages.

"Joan of Arc, isn't she? The vampire was not frightened by facing more than twenty soldiers alone, and he even saluted the girl with ease: "Tenth True Ancestor Cyrens, it's an honor to meet you. ＂

"True Ancestor......!?" The girl gasped, I'm afraid that among those mages, those who know are also gasping.

The monster in front of them was no ordinary vampire. He is the highest species of vampires, the origin of the blood clan, and one of the few true ancestors of a dozen or so.

Why the True Ancestor of the Bloodline appeared in Tuliel is a mystery. But Joan of Arc knew that the vampire monster must have come from something wrong. Her hand subconsciously covered the wound on her shoulder, not because it hurt, but simply because she knew. In the siege battle just now, the one who injured Joan of Arc in the shoulder with a cold arrow at the head of the city was this True Ancestor of the Blood Clan, the Tenth True Ancestor Syrens!

"What the hell are you ...... The saint was about to ask.

"Tut-tut, what an impatient little girl. True Ancestor shook his head with a chic chuckle, "Whatever you want to ask, you must defeat me first." These are the rules of the game. But wait, I'm not the only one you're going to defeat------ keep an eye out for your surroundings!"

"What?!" the knight Demes raised his torch and shone it.

In the middle of this battlefield, dozens of British soldiers who had already fallen to the ground and died, and their bodies were already cold, slowly got up.

Killed by vampires, they have now become ghouls.

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