The clouds covered the sun, and the ground was black and oppressed, and a distant skyline stretched all the way.

Standing on the walls of Cologne, Archbishop San Martin had a solemn face, and even though he was on top of the high walls, under the protection of the shield of holiness, he was not at ease at all. Next to the archbishop was the Grand Lord Ferdin, as the supreme military governor of the city of Cologne, and this battle for the defense of the city depended on him.

"Will we be the sinners of the church through the ages?" asked Fordin. He had just received a simple treatment from the priest of the church, and more than a dozen high-ranking priests had rudely poured all kinds of blessings into his body, and his injuries were quickly cured at the expense of his physical functions, but his breath was still somewhat weak at this time.

Hearing Fordin's words, Archbishop St. Martin looked at the dense walking corpses outside the city, and said for a long time: "I'm afraid that we won't become sinners in this world." ”

Furding looked at his friend who had been with him for many years with a stern expression, and said, "Although I shouldn't say something discouraged at this time, I have already sent Leonard to Eagle Castle City to report the news. ”

"The people down there told me that Leonard was accompanied by the 'nerds' in the library, and they took some copies of classified materials. Said the archbishop.

"Somebody has to do something. ”

"You're right, even if Cologne is not protected today, we still need to save some fire for the church. The archbishop approvingly said that he did not seem to intend to pursue Ferdin's "smuggling deserters". "I'm just curious how you got Leonard out of you, when he turned down so many tempting positions in order to stay with you. ”

That Leonard is the loyal captain of the guard of the High Lord Ferdin, and the two have been fighting side by side since Ferdin's entry into the Knights of Light. Now, Ferding has even driven away the captain of the personal guard, which shows that he has long been aware of his fate.

The scalp-numbing army of the walking dead is getting closer, and despite having experienced this scene on the Mountain of Resentment, Fording still has lingering palpitations, especially with the chilling Necromantic King Heinrich behind it.

"It looks like the last battle of your and my lives is about to begin, this is your battlefield, and I should go to my battlefield too. Archbishop St. Martin said as he left the walls, and Ferdins couldn't help but look up at the Tower of the Holy Devil in the center of the city, where the archbishop was battleground.

As soon as the archbishop left, Dasohan, the deputy commander of the Knight of the Light, hurried over. It had only been less than an hour since Ferdin's return, and he had not yet had a chance to meet the right-hand man who stayed behind in the Holy City, and Da Sohan was also one of the twelve knights who charged with Ferdin.

Despite his hurried expression, he could not hide the joy in Dassault's tone, and he said, "Great Lord, there is something you must know...... and motioned for Ferding to come forward.

In just a few whispers, Dasohan made the clouds on Fordin's face dissipate a lot. Ferding nodded with a smile on his face and said, "It's up to you, seize the time, and the balance of victory may finally tip in our favor." ”

The army of walking corpses slowly entered the range of the city defense, and the inexperienced knight recruits excitedly began to fire the city defense ballista. The mighty crossbow pierced the air with a thunderous sound and roared away. In the face of this kind of killing machine, the walking corpses whose bodies had long been rotten were even more vulnerable, and more than a dozen walking corpses were worn together and nailed to the ground.

The first blow hit boosted the morale of the defenders at the head of the city, and drew a chorus of cheers.

Ferdin's face was solemn, these recruits had never been on the battlefield at all, and few of them were not even proficient in using the power of the Holy Light, let alone against such an unbeatable enemy. This happened despite the fact that Ferding had already sent an order prohibiting the waste of ammunition.

The blow was a morale booster, but it didn't have any real impact on the corpses, and the rest of the walking corpses continued to move slowly in the direction of the city walls, ignoring what happened to their companions.

"Ceasefire! wait for my orders!" Ferdin's voice shouted loudly, and the voice echoed through the entire city wall.

At this moment, a black flag slowly emerged at the end of the horizon. Ferdin's eyes were far away, and it was a very familiar and yet very strange flag, with the image of a one--once a majestic and proud lion, now a hideous-looking lion surrounded by thorns.

Although the appearance of that banner, the banner that covered the sky and the sun appeared one after another, and a large army with a strict lineup entered Fortin's field of vision. Heinrich, here it is.

Suddenly, a knight burst out, violently slammed into the walking corpses that stood in his way, stepped straight over them, and came to a stop next to the crossbow bolt nailed to the ground.

"Garrad!" Fordin recognized the knight's face, and his heart sank.

Of the twelve great knights who charged under his command back then, the only remaining ones are the deputy commander Dasohan, the captain of the personal guard, Leonard, and this Garrad. During the expedition to the eastern part of the kingdom, Garrard was killed during the escape of the resentful mountain, and now he is now a pawn of Heinrich.

Garrard leaned down from his horse, grabbed the end of the crossbow arrow, and easily pulled out the siege bolt that was strung with a dozen walking corpses, and then swung it vigorously and threw the "skewer burning" towards the city wall.

The sound of breaking through the air was even more violent than when the crossbow arrows were fired, and there were recruits who were not brave enough at that time with pale faces and cold sweats on their heads, which was not human strength at all.

Boom! The entire "skewer burning" slammed into a layer of golden barriers, turning directly into ashes. This was not surprising to Ferdin. Every brick in the city of Cologne has been blessed by several priests, and now all the priests of the city have opened their holy shields to protect the city. That crossbow bolt couldn't help this impregnable city in any way, not to mention the Holy Shield, which specializes in restraining the filth of the necromancy.

"Holy light is above!" resounded with an earth-shattering cheer from the city. Garrad wanted to shock the defenders of the city, but he didn't expect that the powerful power of the Holy Shield directly gave these recruits a shot in the arm.

Only Fording did not cheer, he looked at Garard under the city with a stern expression, this former comrade-in-arms, and in his expression Ferding did not see the slightest frustration of frustration, but a hint of ridicule.

The earth was trembling, making it unsteady to stand, and there was an earthquake at this time!

No! Furding saw a familiar smug look in Garrard's eyes, a triumph that was typical of Garrard's pranks.

"My name is Gallard, and I'm a Celtic. ”

Foding remembers the first time he met Garrard, the Celtic man who made no secret of his pride in his nation. Prior to the formal belief in the Light, Garrard possessed the ability of the Celts to communicate with nature, which was eventually replaced by the Light.

Now, it is no longer possible for Garrad, who is in the body of the undead, to believe in the Light, which means that the abilities derived from his bloodline have returned!

A section of the city wall suddenly collapsed, as if the foundation had been completely hollowed out, and the soldiers on the wall were buried in an instant.

A huge, rancid insect burrowed out of the ground. This is also an "old acquaintance" of Fordin, who resents the mountain and almost dies in the belly of this worm. This scavenging insect is so huge because there are too many dead corpses, too much food, and its rapid development in a short period of time. It's not an unclean necromantic creature, it's just a creature of nature, and Garad just has the power to control it.

The holy shield that enveloped the entire city of Cologne began to flicker and become extremely unstable at this time. Under the city, the boundless sea of corpses was burned to ashes by the holy shield, and one after another poured to the root of the city wall.

The power of the Holy Shield lies in the fact that the entire city of Cologne is its operating circle, and Garad happens to know this, and knows how to destroy this delicate circle. Before that, who would have thought that he could directly bypass the Holy Shield and forcibly destroy the magic circle?

Now, Foding has to face this problem. The Holy Shield was about to fail, and the collapsed wall was a huge gap that needed to be filled immediately, and there was an endless sea of corpses outside the city.

"Take your men down, and keep the gap in me, and don't let a filthy thing into the city!" called Fordin.

"Holy light above, Marlan is worthy of his mission!" a heroic female knight saluted firmly to Fordin, and with a wave of her hand, she resolutely walked towards the death gap with her own deployment.