"The Light is above!"

The sound from the sky, echoing between heaven and earth.

This sacred slogan, uttered by the High Lord Ferdin, came from the mouth of Archbishop St. Martin at this moment, and it sounded so terrifying to Ferdin, that his whole body seemed to be filled with lead, and he was so stiff that he could not move.

The big blood-red eyeball on the Holy Demon Tower suddenly widened a little, and a condensed scarlet light pierced the sky, and even the dark clouds dissipated, revealing a piece of sky. The red light shot out of the city, and a section of the wall that stood in the direction of the light was pierced and flattened like a layer of paper.

At this time, outside the city of Cologne, it was still surrounded by thousands of walking corpses. Wherever the light reaches, there is no sound, and all things are annihilated. Like a charcoal fire rolling into a snowdrift, the walking corpses disappear in pieces.

"Your Majesty!" Darien, who had always been as steady as a rock, could no longer hold his breath and rushed in front of Heinrich.

Heinrich looked at Darien, who was loyal to the Lord, with satisfaction, and said lightly: "Don't worry, even St. Martin can't fully exert the power of that thing, otherwise we would have ended up with those cannon fodder." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Darien agreed, but remained at Heinrich's side.

Sure enough, as Heinrich expected, after almost erasing most of the walking corpses outside the city, the scarlet light suddenly disappeared, and the blood-red eyes seemed to be sleepy, looking sleepy, and slowly closed.

"Now, St. Martin, what other surprise can you give me?" said Heinrich expectantly.

In Cologne City, with the closure of the eyeballs on the Holy Demon Tower, the pressure on the Great Lord Ferdin's body suddenly became lighter. He turned around and saw the pale, sweaty Archbishop of St. Martin walking out of the Tower of the Holy Demons.

Several monks hurriedly stepped forward to support the almost collapsed archbishop, but St. Martin gently pushed them away, reluctantly stood up straight, looked at Ferdin, and said with a full sense of anger: "Friend Ferdin, what are you still standing stupidly for? I have cleared the way for you, and lead your warriors out of the city to meet Heinrich and defend the glory of the Light!"

"You mean?" Fording didn't know what was going on outside the city, but he could guess a little from the archbishop's words.

St. Martin nodded and said: "But don't take it lightly, compared to those cannon fodder, Heinrich's army is dozens of times more terrifying." ”

"Is that Heinrich as terrifying as our Marlan company?" Marlan clenched his fists and fought against these endless walking corpse cannon fodder, which made the grumpy Marlan very aggrieved, and there was no place to vent his evil anger. Now, she can directly settle accounts with the main master, and the gang of ruffians and villains under her command are gearing up one by one and are eager to try.

Fordin shouted angrily and ordered, "Marlan, the vanguard will be handed over to your company to fight, don't let me down." ”

Marlan gave a neat military salute, and then said defiantly: "Lord Lord, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up with our pace!"

Fording didn't care, but looked at Marlan even more approvingly. This child was the one he had grown up watching, and if she had been a man, she would have been a strong contender for the next Knights of Light, if there were any Knights of Light in the future.

At this moment, a long howl came from the sky.

Everyone inside and outside Cologne looked up at the sky at the same time, and they saw the wings of the city obscuring the sky.

There was no surprise on Fordin's face, and for the first time since the Battle of Resentment Mountain, a smile appeared on his face. He shook his head and said, "Da Sohan, this guy is finally here." ”

An adult black dragon swooped down from the sky and landed in the city of Cologne, bringing up a gust of wind and sand that made it impossible to open your eyes. The wind and sand cleared, and people saw a man sitting on the back of the black dragon, and the face of that person who took off his helmet and revealed his face was none other than Da Sohan, the deputy leader of the Knights of the Holy Light.

He nodded slightly towards the Great Lord Furding and said, "Commander, I have not dishonored my mission and rushed back as promised. Then he shouted at the people of the Marlan Company who were stunned. "You scumbags, do you need help?"

The deputy commander, Dasohan, was in charge of military discipline, and almost everyone in the Marlan company was thrown into prison by him. He and the Marlan company never hid their dislike for each other, and Da Sohan would always call the company's people "scum", "scourge", and "cancer" in front of and after people...... And the soldiers of the company will respond unceremoniously to their faces, as they do now: "Fuck you! Old antique, take care of yourself!"

The battle for Cologne had been fought all day, and by the end of the evening, the clouds had cleared in the sky. The blood-red remnant sun bared half of its head, staining the sky red.

When the Marlan Company was the first to rush out of the city, they found that although the archbishop had cleared a large open field for them with the Eye of the Abyss, there was another black oppression at the end of the horizon, and it was inevitable that it would be those cheap cannon fodder—the walking corpses that could not be killed.

"Hurry up, we'll get rid of Heinrich before those things are around!" Marlan shouted, quickening his pace.

The earth rumbled, iron hooves sounded ahead, and a well-organized cavalry column rushed straight towards the Marlan company like an unstoppable torrent of steel.

The Marlan Company is a fringe group of the Knights of the Holy Light, as members of the Knights, they are not equipped with war horses, they have always been accustomed to fighting on foot, plus they are fierce in battle, and they don't care if they have a mount or not. Now, when it comes to Heinrich's elite cavalry regiment, even the craziest Savage does not rush to attack.

Marlan ordered: "Defend the circle! Prepare to engage the enemy!"

Although the Marlan Company relied on strong individual combat strength on weekdays and did not conduct any decent tactical training, these natural warriors formed a defensive formation in the blink of an eye that even the most discerning tacticians could not tell.

Ahead, the well-organized cavalry team was imposing, as if it was about to level everything. The cavalry of Cologne had only just crossed the gates, and most of them were inexperienced recruits, and even if they arrived, they could not be counted on, and the men of the Marlan Company would defend the steel army with their flesh and blood here.

According to common sense, the front against the cavalry assault should consist of a phalanx of pikes, but this style of combat was obviously not the choice of the Marlan Company. Therefore, there were almost no sharp weapons against the cavalry in their defensive formations—spears, and a dozen large men with tower shields on their heads formed an impregnable wall, but there was no defense in the center of the line, because there were two people standing there—Marlan and Gawain, the first and second in command of Marlan's company.

The big war was imminent, but Marlan talked about unrelated things: "Gawain, I haven't asked you, where are you from?"

"What's the matter? Is this your last wish?" Gawain's answer really made people want to smoke him.

"Do you still have the kung fu to flirt now?" Savage the mad dog interjected in the back.

Marlan glanced at Savage viciously and scolded: "Bastard, take care of yourself, someone will show up from you later, see if the old lady doesn't cut you!"

"Hold the line!" the cavalry phalanx was close at hand, and the deafening sound of horses' hooves seemed to be trampled on the chest, and the enemy was only met for a moment.

"I'm from Windsor!" Gawain dropped the sentence and rushed out against the cavalry phalanx, shouting at Savage behind him. "Mad Dog with your people, keep up!

"Gawain! you!" Marlan shouted as she didn't expect Gawain, who had always been calm, to choose such a radical way of fighting at this time. "Hold the line!" As a commander, her duty at the moment is in the front.

Boom! The torrent of steel crashed into the Wall of Flesh and the battle began!