Lothar frowned: "Peping, I'm asking you to take him down and dispose of him, not to make this place a slaughterhouse in front of me." ”

The hussar Pepin sheathed his weapon with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, my lord, but I was mistaken. ”

He explained: "I really can't see someone like him saying such blasphemous words in front of you. ”

"Drag the corpse down."

Lothar waved her hand and didn't say anything.

…

The shouts of killing that lingered in my ears were gradually fading away, which meant that the battle line was rapidly advancing.

The battle was crushing from the start.

The dismounted hussars and Varangian guards, clad in heavy armor, charged at the front of the line.

They have the full stat amplification of Hans's "Mounted Spear" and Jeanne's "Knight Flower". It is not at all comparable to a group of city guards with worrying combat effectiveness.

One pagan soldier after another lay in a pool of blood, their weapons unable to penetrate even the defenses of the hussars and Varangian guards.

In the eyes of these defenders who had just woken up from their sleep, it seemed like an invulnerable, demonic or nightmare army, which was not something that could be fought against by man.

Soon, the Hebronic army that broke into the city surrounded the main fort in the city of Aramdel.

On the walls of the Castle of Alaindereen.

Zahn Aladdin's brother-in-law was watching in disbelief at the heavily armed enemies in the streets, marching in orderly line towards the castle.

He clenched the weapon in his hand, and his face turned pale: "How did these heretics suddenly appear in the city?" ”

"What kind of witchcraft did they use?"

"Are the people who defend the city a bunch of rubbish?"

One of the Saracen generals reminded: "Lord Tariq, we must close the gates immediately, or they will rush in with the rout!" ”

Tariq was silent for a moment, then nodded, "First try to let the soldiers suppress the enemy's footsteps with bows and arrows and javelins, and try to let in as many routs as possible, we need more people to defend this castle." ”

"Yes."

On the city wall, the arrows are like flying locusts.

But the remaining veterans below immediately raised the square shields in their hands one after another, formed a tight tortoiseshell array, and continued to move forward.

The defenders were forced to let go of the heavy winch, allowing the hanging iron gate to crash to the ground, cutting off the last way for the rout to return to the inner fort.

Without siege engines, Hebron's army seemed to be forced to stop there.

And yet at this moment.

A female knight dressed in bright silver armor and holding a golden holy spear galloped towards the city wall under the admiring gaze of the remaining veterans.

"Fury!"

Jeanne raised the holy spear in her hand.

The golden light converged, outlining the appearance of a knight.

Just hear a high-pitched neighing of a horse.

With the sound of horses' hooves, the golden knight turned into a ball of fire and slammed into the iron gate of the inner fort, and the black iron bars and planks were burned into a large hole.

Immediately the soldiers of Hebron cheered.

"Miracles!"

"Shine Knight, Shine Knight!"

They gathered around the gap, waited for the flames to dissipate, and then swarmed up.

Tariq looked at this scene and opened his mouth, isn't this a joke?

Looking around, looking at the subordinates who were also miserable and white, and the military spirit had been shaken to the extreme.

Tariq said dejectedly: "I can't hold it, this is simply a group of devils." ”

"I have long advised Zahn that it is the stupidest thing to provoke the Franks, he can't even deal with Reynard, why do you think you can deal with an opponent who has destroyed Adil and Saladin successively?"

Tariq's face showed a hint of bitterness: "Let the manticore lion go, I hope this beast can make these Franks pay some price." ”

General Saracen hesitated, but said, "We haven't fed it for three days, and if it defeats the Franks, how can we get it back?" ”

Tariq couldn't help but sneer, "How can a beast defeat a Frank who uses witchcraft?" ”

"It would be nice to delay a little time, give the order to go down, and prepare to retreat!"

The knight composed of golden holy flames knelt down on one knee to Jeanne, saluted, and was blown by a gust of wind, and then dissipated into nothingness.

It is one of Jeanne's twelve guardian knights, known as the Knight of the Flame "Lahaile" - a projection reproduced in the world from the long river of epics.

Then.

A faint fishy smell permeated.

In the depths of the castle, the gates of the iron dungeon, like a well, are opened.

At the bottom of the dungeon, there are layers of white bones of cattle, sheep and livestock - the Saracens have been trying to tame the manticore, a beast of prey, for a long time.

But this unruly animal has not yet heard of anyone willing to obey human orders.

After opening the dungeon door, the defenders of Alaandler immediately began to retreat towards the back door of the inner fort, this manticore is not a war beast that can distinguish between friend and foe.

Roar –

A male lion with bat's wings and a scorpion-like tail, like a giant elephant, fluttered its wings and flew out from the depths of the dungeon.

It was extremely fast, and in the moment it flew out of the dungeon, it captured two fleeing Saracen soldiers and led them to the castle's towers.

A bloody mouth was like swallowing melon seeds, easily chewing and swallowing the heads of two heavily armed soldiers, along with helmets, into their stomachs.

"Good brute!"

There was a hint of anger on Jeanne's face.

The Manticore is not a dark creature, nor is it anything to do with monsters.

But for Jeanne, the former Grand Master of the Holy Church Order, cannibals are monsters!

I saw her bending her knees and lunging, holding the holy spear in her right hand.

The long golden hair was held high by the sudden excitation of power.

The manticore-tailed lion, whose mouth was full of blood, suddenly gave birth to a trace of fear in his muddy, unruly eyes.

It didn't hesitate at all, ignoring the two corpses that had not yet been eaten, and flew directly into the air, trying to escape from the air.

"I just want to run now, it's too late."

Jeanne narrowed her eyes slightly, and the look on her face was extremely reverent at this moment.

"Holy!"

The golden light runs through the sky.

A terrible scream rang out.

Tariq subconsciously glanced back, only to see that the giant manticore, which had high hopes, was pierced by a golden light, and its incomparably huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

"Die... He's dead? ”

The defenders of Alain were in disbelief.

In previous years, because they wanted to tame this manticore, they lost many lives.

But this manticore, which they regarded as invincible, was shot down in one shot?

Tariq was about to step on his horse and evacuate, but he stopped abruptly.

He jumped off his mount and straightened his neckline, with a wry smile on his face.

He said to the Saracen generals beside him: "It seems that we don't have to run." Prepare to surrender, the enemy is simply not something we can deal with. ”

General Saracen's face was also full of disbelief, and he whispered, "This... This is definitely the power of the devil. With the flame on it, can we really fight against such a terrible devil? ”

Tariq said worriedly, "That is not something we should consider, what we should do now is to surrender to the leader of this enemy, and hope that they will let us spend the ransom to redeem our lives." ”

(End of chapter)