It worked.

Although it was only a hasty execution of the coordinated attack spell set by Witzleben, Sonia and Berthier's team succeeded in projecting their magic.

Theseus's spell allowed them to know the battlefield environment inside out, and it also avoided the interference and rejection of magic to the greatest extent.

Instead of attacking directly, the rest of Hormonwaltz's classmates blocked the rebels' retreat by casting several storm positions on the periphery of the battlefield while Rana blocked the gap.

Three waves of widespread attacks, led by Professor Witzleben, tore apart the rebels with nowhere to run. The Extraordinary's steel rod, Fello, who rushed to the front, and his accomplices turned into pulp in the blink of an eye.

Even on the towers of the castle, the scattered limbs under the earthen walls could be faintly seen in the corner of the eye, and the desolate screams of death filled the ears.

The magic scientists who were casting spells and watching the battle were concentrating. Their perception became sharper and more thorough than ever, and they suddenly sensed what seemed to be patches of strange objects being swept up by the wind, rising and falling outside the window.

"Don't look!" the professor scolded.

However, Berthier and his group were still attracted by the strange scene and took a look.

They witnessed a storm of black and red blood. There's something round bouncing around. Lots and lots of curly strips were dancing in the wind like disgusting bugs.

Between the dancing bones, broken intestines, and organs, a terrifying and chaotic shadow is outlined, false and real, processed and amplified by the brain's imagination, revealing an extreme fear of some unspeakable and terrible unknown.

Meticulous and cautious, Bertier immediately realized that it was a head cut off by a scythe, a stomach and intestines and organs torn from the stomach. However, he was still fascinated and shocked by the visions outlined by the stumps, and his consciousness sank into the unknown like a quagmire.

His mind went blank for a moment, but he could hear the ethereal, false sound of dice falling to the ground.

For a moment Berthier lost his mind, trembling in utter horror and indescribable despair, and the whole world became gray and worthless. He even lost the meaning of his life and scurried around the tower with a horde of deranged classmates.

Sonya, who successfully completed a round of Freezing Storm, also subconsciously set her eyes on the ground and checked her results.

Dozens of frozen corpses shattered in front of her like porcelain dolls, rolling on the ground with broken bones and strands of flesh, and the rolling heads still had a look of surprise and horror on them.

She was stunned by the kind of scenes she had only heard of in horror stories.

"Woo——!"

Intense colic immediately came from her chest, and Sonya's entire face collapsed, her pale skin bloodless. After a bout of gagging and intense vertigo, angina that had never been experienced before was like tearing her apart, accompanied by intense suffocation.

Sonia felt like she was in pain almost to death, clutching her chest and twitching.

Theseus, who was on the side, witnessed the whole picture of the horrific scene.

He was like an audience member sitting in the grand seat, without missing a single detail, and the most shocking and crazy scenes of the whole show were projected directly into the depths of his consciousness.

He seemed to hear a strange cracking sound, and then a heavy door slowly opened in his head.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!"

The always decent Iseus fell into a frenzy, slashing his face with his fingernails and laughing wildly at the messy crowd of his classmates.

"Really,

"It's so hilarious!

"Hahaha

Witzleben's Charms Practice class suddenly spiraled out of control.

His students, who don't know how much they had lost their minds, danced like seaweed up and down the tower, laughed maniacally, and clung to the pillars while telling strange jokes, and banged their heads like woodpeckers.

"They are heinous rebels, and you have only fulfilled your legitimate right to self-defense!" shouted Professor Witzleben, "They are demons who are not protected by the law!

There was chaos inside and outside the manor, and although the villagers did not witness the scene outside, they were also frightened by the actions of the noble young masters and young ladies.

Fiona watched the hordes of rebels at close range turn into pulp and scrap in front of her, and blood and shredded flesh even flew onto her pretty cheeks.

The girl, who had just been fighting alongside Lana, screamed, clutched her chest and fell backwards down the slope.

"Fiona!" Lana exclaimed, and hurriedly retreated.

......

"Hmph, despicable spellcaster. ”

On the big raft hundreds of meters away, a tall and burly figure came out of the crowd at this time.

Lance appeared.

His eagle-like eyes swept sharply across the chaotic castle, his icy gaze locked on Professor Witzleben.

"The Transcendent, I have found you. ”

"Bow here!"

The armored guards on both sides immediately took a strong bow as hideous and strange as the tentacles of insects, and the moment it touched Lance's hands, tentacle-like tentacles popped out of the bow and pierced into his arteries, and the pitch-black bow body wriggled to draw blood, and soon turned from black to a disgusting dark red.

"Where is the Demon Breaker Arrow?"

The guards presented a black iron arrow, as thick as a throwing spear, and the huge arrow beat like a heart, sending out palpitating tremors and ripples.

An illusory ghost in the image of a samurai screamed and wailed beside the black arrow, and was soon swallowed by the arrow again.

"It is foolish for an arrogant wizard to throw his first hand at useless cannon fodder. Do you really think that no one can sanction you?"

Lance bent his bow and arrows to open a full circle. Still not satisfied, he stabilized his lower plate and leaned his upper body back, pulling the bowstring apart a few more points.

He himself was like a strong bow, pointing at the busy figure walking around the tower.

The bowstring thundered loudly, and the iron arrows of cold light burst out of the string and went straight to Witzleben.

A screech from 300 meters away suddenly came, and the shaft of the black arrow was wiped out in flight, leaving only the terrifying arrows like wolf teeth dragging blood-colored trails to strike.

Professor Witzleben is in the spell casting cooldown phase, but his robes are equipped with protective ornaments, and he has opened a powerful shield early.

The spear-like black arrow first tore through a crystal-like barrier, and then slammed into the blue magic shield with an astonishing roar, scattering a layer of broken blue light fragments in all directions.

The Transcendent's powerful shield shattered on the spot, and Professor Witzleben turned his head to see that his body had flown upside down as if he had been hit by a ballista.

Sonia was in the dark of her angina, when she heard a horrific cracking and tearing sound, and then saw blood rushing out of the professor's mouth and chest. There were even pieces of broken internal organs that were spit out together.

"Professor!"

The stone walls of the tower collapsed. Crucified in the masonry, Professor Witzleben broke off in the chest, and two pieces of broken corpse fell into the tumbling yellow water below, mixed with dirt and broken bricks.

"Next, it's you. Lance opened his bow again and grabbed the headless Lana into the corner. This time, instead of using a strange black arrow, he took an armor-piercing wolf's tooth arrow and sniped it.

Before Rana could react, Patriarch Eternal had already let out a fierce hum, and he actually took the initiative to pull his hand forward to block it.

"Phew!"

The dark wolf's tooth arrow collided with the sword bullet and flew out, and Lana was flipped to the ground by the astonishing force, and the cuirass smashed into Fiona's head, knocking her unconscious.

"Go clean them up!" Lance broke free from the strange black bow full of tentacles and called out to the guards beside him, "The woman and the noble young master try to stay." ”

After saying this, he also sat down a little weak and decadent, and moved his mouth weakly: "Fetch the medicine and wine." ”

"It's better to drink less of that stuff," Mage Reed advised, "their transcendents have been sniped, and our elite armor can penetrate their defenses." ”

"It's not enough," Lance gulped a few sips of medicinal wine, his face suddenly flushed abnormally, and his whole body was steaming hot, like a leg of lamb just out of the pot, "I'm going to fight them after a little rest."

"Prepare for a general attack. ”

......

Twelve heavy infantry in iron armor approached on rafts.

They leaped down a shallow pool of blood covered in severed limbs and heads, and their iron boots rumbled over toward the slope.

Dressed in double heavy armor and armed with large shields, throwing spears and short swords, they marched forward with a rare and strict formation.

"Oh no, Legionnaire?"

Rana was taken aback and threw his head up and shouted:

"Murat, Nona, Kurala, come and help me!"

The sight of the twelve armors of the rebels crossed the gentle slope. They didn't give a single shot, took off their throwing guns and fired a salvo at Lana and Fiona, not caring whether they lived or died.

Rana hurriedly grabbed the sword that had fallen to the side to resist. The heavy armor-piercing spear struck the blade of the sword, making a tooth-itching crash and grinding sound. A throwing spear grazed the blade of the sword, piercing the shin armor in his leg and stabbing a bloody hole in Lana's calf.

The Twelve Armor is not anxious. They each took their weapons and formed an arc-shaped line of defense, guarding the front and the tower respectively. Although the number of people is subordinate, it is really as stable as a mountain.

Seeing that the rebels were about to climb the slope, Lana gritted his teeth and put down Fiona, pulled the throwing gun from his calf, poured a bottle of potion, grabbed his twin swords, and leaped towards the crowd.

The twelve armors immediately formed a thick shield wall, and the blades and spears poked out of the gaps, facing his impact like a mythical creature.

Lana's assault was like thunder, smashing into the heavy shield armor, smashing through a clearing in the steel formation, and the armor of the two rebels that collided head-on was knocked to the ground.

He took advantage of the situation and tried to take the head of one of them. But the vast expanse of short swords and battle axes around him slashed at him and chopped his head and face.

Rana swung his sword to resist, and several cracks were cut on the spot in the black heavy armor. The Broken Steel Sword: Majestic Fury Cutting Iron and Steel is unstoppable, and in the blink of an eye, it will kill the swarming attacks.

But the rebels were unafraid in their armor, and they attacked at the same time in alternate cover. The men in front of them forcibly broke the sweep of the steel sword at the cost of destroying the heavy shield, and the others took advantage of the situation to besiege from all sides.

In just a moment, Lana had seven or eight more wounds on his body. Although he killed one person with the sharpness of the magic sword, he was also covered in bruises like a black bear besieged by hyenas.

After a period of fighting, the rebels retreated slightly in armor and regrouped in front of Lana, once again forming a formation with shields in front and guns and axes outflanked.

In the distance, on the water, another large raft was coming towards the breach. Even Lance, who had just been shot, shook his body and headed for this direction.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Rana shouted backwards: "Fiona, prepare to liberate the Eternal Patriarch for the second time!"

Fiona had barely gotten up from the ground and before she could react, the rebel armor had already circled behind Lana and slammed her hammer at him.

Lana fought and retreated, leaning towards Fiona.

In a gust of wind and shouts, the swarming armor soldiers were defeated. Several of the rebels who were outflanking him suddenly went into disarray.

Murat arrived. Wearing a double layer of armor consisting of silver cuirass and dense chain mail, he slew a rebel in armor with a three-meter-long halberd.

His halberd is the standard weapon of the Legion's centurions, with sharp spears and sharp axe blades, and the back of the axe is a hooked iron for hooking, which can be used to destroy armor and helmets, cut off blades, or knock down horses with a variety of attacks. There was also a heavy metal counterweight at the end of the halberd, which could be used as a combat hammer in the hands of a skilled warrior.

It is not difficult to use this weapon, and it can even be used as a strengthened spear to thrust forward in a battle column. However, only those knights and veterans who had been trained for a long time could use the true power of this heavy weapon.

Murat launched a short assault with a sharp spear at the outflanked rebel armor, and the cone piercing the shield and stabbing another armor to the ground. He immediately turned the stab into a split, and swept it away with his axe.

The rebels were also fierce warriors in armor, and they were also very skilled and experienced, and they quickly dodged the sweep with half a step back, and with a lightning sword, they slashed through Murat's breastplate and even wounded the chain mail lining. Murat immediately lost the advantage of distance.

For a long weapon, this short close range is fatal. But Murat pressed the tip of the halberd and retracted it, and the sharp iron behind the axe blade tore through an armored gauntlet as the confrontation retracted. Murat completely abandoned his defenses, reversed his halberd with the courage of sacrificing his life, and smashed his counterweight hammer head-on at the enemy.

His blow was unstoppable in one go.

"Bah!" the armoured soldier's head shattered under his helmet, slanting down.

"Now it's two against nine. Lana stood up, gasping for air, and was formed in back-to-back formation by Murat.

Murat shook his head and handed the sword to his companion, "Change your weapon, and give the Eternal Patriarch to Fiona, ready to combo the technique." ”

The rebels gathered in front of them slowly retreated in armor, and although they retreated, their pace and formation were not chaotic.

Behind them, Lance appeared.

The murky shallow water was littered with corpses, and the blood and muddy water had been frozen and had not yet dissolved. The cracked head looked up at the sky hollow and resentful, and the severed limbs all over the ground were like reaching out from hell and grasping at the world of the living.

Lance's iron boots crushed the head of a rebel and walked over without a care. The remnants of the armoured soldiers gathered around him and spread out in an arc.

Every step he takes, it seems that he is walking in the gap between reality and the abyss. Just by gazing at his figure, one becomes aware of some unspeakable dissonance.

......

Nona arrives with a diamond-shaped shield and a longsword in hand, and holds the gap with Lana and Murat.

Kulala's leaping figure appeared on the roof in the distance. She was retreating from her other position, scurrying up to the attic of a nearby house. She has already set up a cover position there and can provide remote support at any time.

The Shitolals had abandoned the defenses of the rest of the area and concentrated on the breach. Although other positions may also be breached, with the rebel commander on the front line, it is not a big deal to let the rebels break through in other directions.

The Holmonwaltz side has lost the Transcendental, and can only concentrate all its strength here.

"Gentlemen, combo," Nona struck her shield with her sword, "I'm here for the two pioneers!"

Sonia is here, she has just broken free from her mental trauma, and her face is not very good, but she can still hold on.

Fiona retrieved the Eternal Patriarch and plunged her sword into the ground with both hands.

"Tenacity Shield, activate. ”

The magic sword was groaning, and bright ripples rippled in the air.

Fiona's eyes gradually lost their uneasy look, and became as elegant and holy as the icons of the Church. Colorful magical ripples connected the three Shultolars, forming a crystalline halo on their bodies.

Thirty archers ran out of the rebels, and they lined up before the leader arrived, and fired a rain of arrows at Shutolar, who was guarding the breach, from a distance. The arrow pierced through the shield, but was slowed down and weakened as if it were passing through water and cotton, and then bounced limply off the breastplate.

As long as Fiona is charging the Eternal Patriarch, the magic shield will always protect the trio, and all attacks will be weakened by the shield before testing their armor.

The wounds on Lana's body, shrouded in shields, began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the exhaustion and discouragement were swept away.

He clenched his fist in satisfaction, tucked the majestic wrath into the scabbard at his waist, and raised the sword to his shoulder.

The three of them stood tall in the rain of arrows, unable to pose a real threat to them if it weren't for a powerful single attack. Nona even put down her shield for the time being, took the horned bow and shot back.

One by one, the thirty or so archers gathered in front of the three of them were named by her and the hidden Kulala. The rebel archers could not shoot the opposing defense, but only one hit was enough to kill them. After being shot down seven or eight times in a row, he ran away.

Berthier and De Dius appeared in the gap. Their faces were bloodless, but their bodies were filled with a surging magic, and their skin and clothes were surging like ripples and liquids, transforming into one substance.

Lana looked at them in disbelief, and was completely unaware of the breath of a living person, like a piece of ice and a flame walking......

They have always been in the rear of safety, realizing that they are on the verge of life and death, and they begin to fight back wildly!

The former mild-mannered and shy Berthier spoke with a strange calmness and strangeness:

"Witzleben has been killed.

"Echo communications have been partially restored, and the Old Town side will send more reinforcements and even transcendents, but it will take time. If we can't stop this wave, let's go to Huangquan to sing together.

"Lance is known to be a rare Abyssal Pathway Sequence 7 Terror Knight, possessing properties that suggest distortion and mutation. He has been trapped in this rank for a long time, and may have powers unknown to the authorities. ”

Dedius, beside him, jumped like a burning flame, and added in almost the same tone and tone:

"The miscellaneous troops are handed over to us, and Shultral concentrates on Lance. ”

Nona looked at them in surprise: "You guys, are you going to do it? Stop, it's too dangerous." ”

"Needless to say. (No more nonsense.) ）”

Bertier and Dedeius drew closer to each other. They were wrapped in crazy magic, and the magic circle that had been activated did not appear beside them, but was directly imprinted in their eyes.

With each step, the bodies of the two of them mutated and twisted a little.

After seven steps, they lose their human appearance and transform into a humanoid icy mass of air and flames.

"The higher elementals have descended. (Fusion begins.) ）”

A terrifying aura of magic swept over the corpse-strewn slopes. The two of them tended to synchronize their psionic ripples, merging with each other like elemental spirits. A faint glow visible to the naked eye emanated from the dead corpses, which was being captured and devoured by the two of them.

The approaching Lance stopped, squinted his eyes at the astonishing scene in front of him, and said lightly after a moment:

"I thought I was twisted enough,

"I didn't expect you little bastards to be too reckless.

"Don't give them time to fuse, attack with me!"

The fierce Lance drove straight to the broken entrance under the cover of his armored squires. Instead of holding a strong bow, he pounced on Murat with a small shield and flail that resembled the skull of a goat.

Murat immediately met him with a halberd. His thrust was precise and swift, hitting the sheepbone shield on Lance's hand accurately.

"Phew!"

The moment he hit, Murat felt as if he had been hit by a war horse, and suddenly lost his center of gravity. The seemingly small shield not only bounced off his full thrust, but also shook his power back, disrupting his rhythm in one fell swoop.

Lance grabbed the flail and threw it head-on at him.

This blow seemed ordinary, but it rolled like a storm, and Murat even saw the vision of space being distorted, and felt that the flail seemed to accelerate repeatedly in several planes, or the power of the flail in different planes was superimposed on this blow, which would definitely cause an irresistible fatal blow.

Nona cuts between Murat and Lance with a diamond-shaped shield. She is the strongest of the female Shultolars, and when fighting, she is able to cope with any situation with a sword and shield, often supplemented by a sharp spear. But when it came time to cut into the battle, Nona didn't dare to be careless at all, and supported her shield with both hands to meet the enemy.

"Boom!"

With a thunderous thud, the flail pierced the tough shield, bending Nona's shield and even breaking her arm. Nona was directly knocked out and fell with Murat.

Before Lance's blow could be recovered, Lana had already caught up and slashed at Lance head-on with his sword. Sen Ran's blade blocked Lance's pursuit, and even knocked him back a few steps.

The rebels were clad in armor and swords, and stepped forward to help in the battle. However, they ran into something head-on and suddenly came to a standstill.

Sonia had cast an invisible storm in front of them, separating them from the leader, blocking the path of support.

Although the blood and qi of the warriors have more or less demon-breaking characteristics, in a hurry, these rebels have not been able to find a way to break through the barrier. They had to make a detour to the right, to the side where there was no barrier.

Then they saw a mixture of ice and fire......

An unimaginable monster stands in the way of the rebels. The two contradictory energies are constantly merging and bursting, bursting into a terrifying vortex of magical power. A particle-like fog of red and blue swirls rapidly through the air.

It's a huge ball of lightning. At the heart of lightning is a vague figure. His legs couldn't be seen clearly, but they were symmetrically divided into the forms of Flame and Frost.

It floated half a meter above the ground, its body wrapped in an extremely heavy silver shield, and the orbs of fire and frost spun rapidly around its wrists.

It surged towards the terrified-looking rebels, and let out an inhuman, terrifying roar:

"Elemental Lord Berenius,

"Fusion – done. ”