Eve silently watched as the monsters walked towards the city with heavy steps, little by little, without further instructions or further movements. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info just watched, watched, with eyes that had lost a little of their brilliance, silently, just watched.

"Eve, Eve!" whatever Fennell called her, it was as if she were talking to another stone, and it could not reach her ears in the slightest. When Fennell saw Eve like this, her heart was indescribably sad, she had never seen Eve look so depressed as she did now.

Fenniel could no longer speak, she could no longer force such an Eve to do something, but she was a servant of the goddess, and she could not sit idly by and watch these demons slaughter innocent citizens. Fennell turned away, and she would do everything in her power to prevent that hellish sight from becoming a reality.

Eve tried to grab Fennel's hand, but her hand froze in mid-air. She suddenly felt a strange feeling rush into her heart. "Fennel, don't ......go," she wanted to say, but when the words came up her throat, she covered her mouth—she felt nauseous, she felt dirty, she suddenly felt so strange, she suddenly realized that she was not as strong and determined as she thought she was. After all, she is just a nineteen-year-old girl, no matter how sensible and fearless she pretends to be.

Eve covered the corners of her eyes in time and gently brushed away the tears that she didn't know if they were real. She understood, she always understood, what she had to do, what she had to make people see. "Stop them!" she suppressed all the emotions and thoughts in her heart, and her trembling vocal cords made the sound that the loyal knights had long wanted to hear.

They are loyal, they are heroic, and although they are not fearless, it is not a lie that they are willing to give everything for their lord. "For the Earl!" they shouted the slogan of glory, knowing that nothing could be done, without the slightest hesitation or timidity.

At the same time, Orlando used the fastest speed to gather a group of mercenaries who happened to be repairing here, as well as some scattered mercenaries, to form a team of about a hundred people. At the same time, Sammer also used his influence and wealth to borrow a soldier of about sixty men. Once they had assembled, they immediately headed in the direction of the Francis Chamber of Commerce, but it didn't take long for them to realize that the 'monsters' were closer to them than they had thought.

The seemingly indestructible team lost nearly half of them just by seeing what they were up against, the inhuman creatures that were by no means good—they almost ran away with their pants peeing on, and the news of the demon's arrival spread to all of Kyrrydan in an instant.

Orlando broke a few swear words that poets only understand, but at least half of them still wanted to try their luck for the big prize. "Everyone, line up! Stop them! Don't let them into the market area!" Orlando's order was simple, as the monsters looked as fragile as air-dried wood. The mercenaries are fearful, but their profession is far superior to that of Kyle Redan's soldiers.

They quickly formed formation, and the crossbowmen shot arrows at the stumbling monsters several times faster than usual. In an instant, the monsters were filled with countless arrows, and they fell down in pieces.

The mercenaries burst into cheers in an instant, as if the fear had been dispelled from their hearts in an instant. But it was too early to rejoice, and before they could cheer a few times, the fallen monsters rose back to their feet in a twisted position, though blood continued to ooze from their bodies.

Orlando didn't think he could defeat them so easily, but his soldiers began to waver again, and I am afraid that before the battle, they would not be able to fight. "Heads, heads are their weakness! cut off their heads!" Orlando yelled, he didn't know if it was their weakness or not, but at least it sounded solid. The soldiers were somewhat relieved to hear that these monsters had weaknesses, they were also old fritters who were used to seeing life and death, as long as they were creatures that could be killed, they were not so scary.

Morale has been stabilized for the time being, but it will not be long before this theory is true or not. Orlando secretly sweated, he didn't know how long they could hold up, and he didn't know if Eve was safe now. He couldn't help but curse secretly, why couldn't that heavenly killing talent be used, so that he could know Eve's safety with just one thought.

And in the Lord's Mansion of Kyledan, in that lavish and magnificent city manor, or a small castle, the return of an unexpected person gives an order that everyone does not expect.

A servant carefully took the halberd handed to him, the heaviest thing he had ever held in his life. It took him almost all his strength to not sit on the ground. "Arthur, Er, my lord, what are we doing here? We have never touched a blade, let alone a fight. An old manure digger asked in a thick local accent that it was no different from sentencing the servants and the cleaners and the cooks to fight than to condemn them to death.

But Arthur didn't answer him anything, just grimaced and said, "Next." A long sword was thrown into the hands of a young maid, who looked to be only fifteen years old, and perhaps even younger. She snorted, closed her eyes, and let the sword smash into her face before clumsily clutching it so that it wouldn't slip to the ground. "Next. He shouted again, but this time the servants looked at each other, and no one went any further.

Arthur looked at them, none of them dared to look at Arthur, and they all lowered their heads. Arthur looked at the little girl who was dripping tears from the pain and sighed softly. Then he raised his voice and said to everyone, "Listen, listen, I know, you are not warriors, you are not warriors, you have never touched these iron guys, and no one has ever fought to the death." He said in a deep voice. "But we don't have a choice, there are creatures, some creatures that seem to come out of hell. They are threatening the life of Eve, your lord. and the safety of this city, Kyredan, and your homeland!" Arthur looked at the familiar or raw faces. "I need you, Eve needs you, I need each of you. Please, count me begging you, cheer up, get ready, go to fight, go to protect your young lady!"

When Arthur had finished speaking, the servants fell silent for a while, as if they had fallen into a collective evil. But a short time later, a young man who was feeding the horses came up to Arthur tremblingly, swallowed his saliva, and then timidly pointed to a beautiful crossbow. "I—I want this ......"

Without saying a word, Arthur handed him the crossbow. "Will it work?" he asked. The young man nodded and said, "My father was a guard, and he used to be, and he gave me how to use this guy." He expertly loaded the crossbow and pulled the trigger. Arthur nodded, then turned his gaze to the others.

The young man gave them courage, and more and more people stepped forward and took away a pair of weapons they wanted. Soon, most of the people got their equipment, except for the guards, who already had.

"I hope this will work......" he prayed silently as he looked at the improvised "soldiers."