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When it was an existential matter, everyone was mobilized. The priests cast one buff after another on the warriors who were about to rush to the front, and did not skimp on their physical strength; The logisticians and handymen who remained in the castle also took up swords and shields.

Of course, they were left on the upper floors of the safer fortress - after all, fighting was not their forte.

Thanks to the usual rigorous training, the members of the regiment quickly formed a team. The enemy did not give them time to complete their armament, let alone think about the horses in the fortress. They just quickly put on their half-covered chain armor, carried their swords or hammers, and then formed a formation, and forward-

Sean glanced at the vigilant logistics team and continued to rush to the lower level of the fortress, encountering three presumptuous mercenaries on the way, who slashed him mercilessly with his sword.

Things were more troublesome than he expected. Those mercenaries were far inferior in skill to him, but they possessed unbelievable strength and speed. What's even more terrifying is that the wounds inflicted on them will heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. It took a lot of effort for Sean to behead them one by one.

He judged that the effect was due to a divine spell - as the light that continued to emanate from them, but he couldn't make out exactly where it came from.

"Hey, what's going on? - Hello?! Damn, a couple of merit-hungry bastards! ”

Sean almost thought another enemy was there, but he immediately realized that the sound was coming from one of the corpses. He crouched down and pulled a palm-sized cuboid from the corpse's bosom - where the voice came from.

Before the man died, he seemed to be shouting something, 'Come and help, I can't stand it here!' Something like that.

"Mark's men are probably finished! The rest of the squad listened to me, if you are greedy for merit, you will be sent to death, don't forget what the commander said! Leave those hard ideas to the commander-in-chief and-"

Sean threw the device against the wall with all his might, and it slammed into the hard stone wall, shattering in all its parts.

The uneasiness in his heart was especially great. When did the enemy have this equipment? And it looks like there are quite a few of them. Could it be that afternoon - no wonder the "wolf herders" want to get rid of the secret agents arranged by the Knights among the mercenaries. The man...... You expected this moment from the beginning, right?

He hurried to the lower level, and what he saw was already a hellish scene.

The pungent smell of blood permeated the entire passageway, blood was covered in bluestone floors and walls, and severed limbs and arms could be seen everywhere. The warriors of the Order lay on their backs, many of them dead. The attackers also left behind some corpses, which Sean estimated to be less than a third of the dead regiment.

The fighters fought back to back in narrow passages. Many are facing more than one enemy, or are suffering from the enemy.

"How can this be ......"

Not far around the corner, two members of the regiment were in a bitter battle. Sean hurried to the scene, and a dazzling bolt of lightning burst out in his palm, blasting the mercenaries besieging them to blackened black. The two knights seized the opportunity and plunged their swords deep into the enemy's chest.

The other two tried to retreat, but the blade in Sean's hand swung with a scorching red light. The blade of the sword sliced through butter and easily severed their heads from behind.

The two knights were not lightly injured and barely stood against the wall, but Sean didn't care about that.

"What the hell is going on! What about the others?! What about Isaac! He grabbed one of them by the shoulder and asked urgently.

"I don......'t know," the knight gasped, his blouse soaked with blood, "they're like, unbeatable, zombies...... And I seem to be more familiar with this place than we are...... Everyone else was scattered...... The Legion Commander is probably organizing them......"

It was the damn contraptions—Sean understood that in an instant. Things had gone terribly bad: the geographical advantage was gone, the regiment was not properly armed, and even Maar's mother had turned her back on them. Plus that terrible man - even if the Knights still retained the will to fight, he couldn't think of any chance of turning defeat into victory.

Holly Castle is over.

And does this foreshadow the future fate of the Crow Knights?

On the surface, the Order is far from broken. They still have a huge territory, thousands of manors and castles, nearly 10,000 members, and even several times as many reservists, hired laborers, and farmers. But Sean understands that for the well-planned Imperial Army, everything may just be a matter of fish and meat.

As this time, they fell into each other's calculations from the beginning.

to make them careless with mercenaries; Put on a defensive posture and grasp the psychology of their choice to stick to it for fear of loss; Using unknown means to undermine their confidence in victory - and when the opponent is ready to attack, they realize that the barrier they have been relying on is actually just a joke.

Sure enough, he still failed to fulfill his duties as a regiment commander. In that case, let him and the rest die in this battle.

The followers of Mar are never afraid of death.

Sean tossed his long, blood-stained hair back and held his sword to his chest. He whispered Mar's prayers, letting his anger and remorse gradually turn into calm war.

"There is life and there is death, and there is no life without destruction—"

But a familiar, cold and soft voice interrupted his prayer.

Alaya approached briskly with a Mithril rapier in hand, blood dripping from the tip of the sword to the ground, her silver hair stained with red spots, and a blush on her shoulder, clearly wounded. Three knights—two women and one male—followed her, their hair disheveled, as if they had gone through a fierce battle.

"Grand Master, you should remember the location of the castle's secret passages." She said with a blank face, "Luni, Jane, Sears, you leave with the captain." ”

"What a joke!" Sean glared at her, "The crow doesn't have a leader who steals his life!" For the sake of those who die, for the sake of those who come after me, I must—"

"Nope." The silver-haired woman interrupted him, "I'll stay because I'm responsible for my subordinates. And you have to leave because it's the entire Rook Knights who are responsible. ”

She approached him, looking up at him. For a moment, the surrounding swords and shouts of killing seemed to be gone, and only the cold voice of the silver-haired woman remained.

"We still have a lot of territory and regiments, and you must continue to lead them and do everything you can to protect them. Besides, why the Knights are being targeted, and whether Mother Mar has really abandoned us - only you, the Commander, are the best people to find out. ”

Sean swallowed, staring at her face.

"That's a tall order." He smiled wryly, "I'm afraid it will take my whole life to complete." ”

And I want to get justice for you. He silently added this in his heart.

The silver-haired woman was stunned for a moment, then lowered her voice, "Actually, the head of the regiment............ No, nothing. ”

She shook her head gently and closed her mouth. Sean wanted to ask for clarification, but found that it was no longer necessary - the other party's gaze was enough to explain everything.

Footsteps could be heard around the corner in the distance. Four of the enemy, cautiously approaching them, one of them whispering something to his palm.

"Time is limited, let's go." The silver-haired legion commander turned his back, "There is nothing to be tired of, nothing to fear." Good luck and goodbye, Captain. ”

She raised her sword and faced the slowly approaching enemy, her voice without a trace of fear, "Black crow, immortal." ”