The Fourth Regiment under the command of Gustin was in charge of the night garrison that day. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

They patrolled the walls as usual, reporting any possible anomalies to their superiors. The events of the past few days have indeed dampened the morale of each member of the regiment, but it has not affected their determination to stay here. Regardless of the dilemma, for them, the option of giving up did not exist in the first place.

Do your best to survive and face the end calmly - this is the idea of the Crow Knight.

And they haven't failed yet.

Heavy drawbridges separated the inner and outer walls, and attackers had to climb over the outer walls of Holly, cross the moat, and then face the main walls tens of meters high. It was not an obstacle that could be broken through for a moment, and during this time, the attackers would be bathed in arrows and oil without reservation. Even if the lucky few were able to climb the wall, all that awaited them would be a siege from three directions, and death.

Therefore, when they found out that the enemy was preparing to attack in the night, they did not appear to panic in the slightest. As in training, they quickly and methodically prepared the equipment and supplies to defend the city, and at the same time sent heralds to wake up the members who were still asleep.

However, the next scene made all the good ideas and their perceptions turn into nothingness.

That's exactly what Sean saw when he got dressed and came to the top of the city wall.

The holy white light descended from the sky, turning into a huge pillar of light and falling in the center of the southern city wall. The light was like the scorching sun in the night, making Sean barely open his eyes.

He squinted his eyes and tried to look at the supposedly impregnable wall, only to find that it melted in the brilliant light like a morning mist.

A second pillar of light then fell, destroying the outer walls as well. The light dissipated, and the heavens and the earth dimmed again, leaving behind a huge chasm nearly ten meters wide. As the city walls disappeared, the heavy suspension bridge fell with a bang, and the inside and outside were already a smooth road.

Led by the "Wolf Shepherd", hundreds of mercenaries turned into a raging torrent. Shrouded in a holy white glimmer, they raised the shields in their hands and ran forward in order.

"The Empire will win!"

"Long live General Einhardt-!"

"Long live the Lord of Heaven!"

Bursts of slogans broke through the rainy night, coming from far and near. The attackers were still more than 100 meters away from the city wall, but their momentum was already on the verge of the city.

Wait, what is the situation of the Lord of Heaven, didn't he disappear hundreds of years ago? But there was no time to think about it now, Sean suppressed this question in his heart, and quickly issued instructions to the squire knight.

"Go tell everyone, assemble and get ready to fight!"

The squire knight turned and rushed into the tower. Sean drew his sword and galloped to where the walls had vanished. But halfway through, a strong, powerful arm stopped him.

"Grand Master, you shouldn't have done that." Gustin said in a rough voice, "You go and command the Knights, and kill the enemy on the front line...... Just leave it to Lao Tzu! ”

"Little ones, follow me!" He laughed loudly, "Look at Lao Tzu killing them without leaving a piece of armor!" ”

The tower-like man rushed to the gap and leaped down. He stepped on the opposite wall, slowed his fall, and landed firmly on the ground. He flicked his arm, steel gloves covered with sharp teeth, faintly glowing in the dim light of the fortress at night.

"Dare to come here, watch Lao Tzu blow his head!"

"But regiment commander, didn't you say that it's not cost-effective to hit people in the head?"

"Fuck you! That's you weak chicken, for Lao Tzu, it's the same thing to fight anywhere! ”

Barak came straight for him. He walked at the front of the line with a heavy sword in his hand. Neither the sharp arrows nor the fire oil that fell were blown away by the cold and flickering blade, and they couldn't slow down his pace in the slightest.

The man came to a position more than ten paces away from Gustein, his sword clasped into his hands, and his eyes were cold.

Gustein crouched down, his left fist to protect his chest and abdomen, and his right fist to his waist, only to turn into thunder in the next moment. His proud brute strength allowed him to kill anyone, even if he was heavily armoured.

The man on the opposite side raised his sword. The sword glowed with a cyan sheen, and as the light flowed, the man stepped forward again.

Sean suddenly remembered something, and cold sweat instantly covered his spine - he opened his mouth almost subconsciously.

"Gustin, come back quickly!"

But it was too late. The distance between the two was less than five meters, and the two-meter-tall strong man took a step forward and hit him with his right fist.

A flash of light.

The cyan heavy sword seemed to extend for tens of meters at that moment, and the fleeting sword light pierced the body of the Fourth Legion Commander, and then slashed backwards through several knights in the same straight line.

Sean subconsciously looked down - the members of the group who were on the path of the sword, from the place where the sword light crossed, all neatly divided into two halves.

Blood gushed like a fountain, instantly staining the ground of the fortress red. Without even looking at it, Barak stepped over Gustin's body and rushed into the fortress without stopping. And behind him, the mercenaries were like wolves, swarming in—

Sean's heart was cold.

As the second son of Duke Huken, he was able to study under a court wizard in the Empire as a young man. While practicing occult arts, he also learned a lot about things that only sorcerers learned.

There is a saying among wizards that magic - or, as they call it, free active energy - pervades the world, and that occult and divine arts are just two of the more common ways to use them.

This is indeed obvious. Many species, such as griffins or unicorns, are inherently capable of using certain arcane-like abilities. Dragons are naturally magical creatures, and legend has it that all their physical activities are inseparable from magic.

Humans are naturally the same. A very small number of people are born with an unusually good affinity for magical powers, and many more are trained to wield a small amount of magical power in their bodies. They tend to be stronger and more agile than others, or have stronger thinking skills.

Sean is one of them. After joining the Knights, he combined arcane spells with his own sword skills to create his own fighting skills. With the help of magic power, even Gustin, who was much stronger than him, had never beaten him in a solo competition.

And when they go any further, they can even make magic a part of the body and soul. Their life forms will change, from purely human beings to beings halfway between humans and magical beings. These people often reach the pinnacle of the present world in a certain field, and are therefore often revered as "saints."

They may not be good at fighting, and there are such people among the scholars who devote themselves to the study of knowledge. It's a pity that as a sword master, Barak's own strength is enough to illustrate with a single sword.

For the first time, Sean felt that perhaps he had made the mistake of underestimating the enemy. In "Brigade", because there are monsters like "Maniac" Vanka in front of them, the reputation of "Wolf Shepherd" is mainly for military management and strategy, and personal combat power is rarely mentioned. But at this point, he longed to go back in time and beat the man who told him the information - and then crush the force in the first place, even regardless of the losses.

Juggernaut is not an invincible existence. Whether it is a heavy knight's formation assault or a high-level attack magic technique, he has the ability to pose a threat to him. It's just that the attack magic of the regimental members is now unusable, and in a hurry to fight at night, where is there enough time - and place - for them to launch a surprise attack?

Sean closed his eyes, and the thoughts of remorse flashed away.

He understood that the regimental members outside the castle would not be able to withstand the onslaught of the enemy army. And what is about to take place inside the fortress is the truly tragic battle.