The howling wind rolled up the raging flames, and in the terrible scream, the fireballs that rose from nowhere fell one after another fell like falling stars, ruined houses, collapsed ruins, and lush forests...... Dancing flames lit up the entire street, and everywhere it burned.

The terrible black smoke swept through all corners with the blowing wind, and the suffocating smoke and dust obscured everyone's view, whether it was the soldiers of Turin or the defenders of Bright Star City, everyone could only rely on the shouts and the brightly colored banners around them to determine who they should fight.

The flanked Turin soldiers fought back angrily in the flames, and there were terrible shouts everywhere around them, one by one they fell, and one by one the centurs disappeared into the billowing black smoke. The arrows of locusts and the sharp spears silently carried the cry of death, taking their lives in the shadows.

The originally neat phalanx was completely disrupted, and under the blazing flames, the soldiers of the Turin Expeditionary Force could only maintain the size of their own hundred-man team and fight the enemy in front of them. Even so, the expeditionary force still did not put any enemy in the center of the formation, and was still desperately pushing forward, pushing back the enemy who tried to attack again!

Even Leonardo can no longer convey orders to every army, and can only maintain the ten centennial sergeants and knights of the Knights of the Holy Tree as much as possible, these people are the core force of the entire Turin Expeditionary Force, as long as they are still there, even if Leonardo is defeated, there is a chance to turn the tables, especially in this kind of melee!

The attacking defenders of Bright Star City seemed to be attacking more and more fiercely, especially after seeing the black tree flag on a white background - no one knew that this was the battle flag of the Knights of the Holy Tree, and the person under this banner must be the chief knight Leonardo Gombray, the commander of the Turin Expeditionary Force!

The hastily assembled defenders stared at the banner with bloodied eyes, and one by one they roared loudly and charged towards the position of the flag, almost frantically squeezing the line of the Turin army, and the heavy shields collided with the enemy in front of them again and again, as if some kind of passionate music brought the cry of death.

"Protect Lord Leonardo!" The sudden change of the enemy immediately caused the Turin soldiers to react, and they also roared loudly and stood firm, and stuck the bottom end of their shields in the dirt: "Long live Markellus——!"

The shouts of "Long live Marcherus——!!!!" spread through the entire Turin army in waves, gritting their teeth to resist the frantic onslaught of the defenders of Bright Star City.

The "——!!!!Boom" burning fireball fell from the sky, exploding in a cloud of dust, a scream mixed with a scorching smell, the centurion who was still shouting with a shield just now had already been blown into a piece of minced meat, and the soldiers around him were also burned alive in the flames, wailing and turning into charcoal!

"Long live Marcherus——!!!! "Another group of Turin soldiers standing behind watched the tragic death of the brethren in front of them with grief and indignation, and without hesitation, they raised their shields, stepped on the flames that had not yet been extinguished and the charred corpses, and rushed towards the gap in front of them.

Otto Kwyn, with his eyes red, clenched the mangled knight's sword in his hand, slashing his enemies with his horseback, his gray beard and hair had long been blackened by the smoke, he didn't even know how many enemies he had killed in this burning city, and the knights behind him fell one by one in pools of blood and flames.

"My lord, we must hurry back to meet Leonardo!" a young knight from the south rushed to Otto Kwyn's side and shouted at him, "They are surrounded, we must save them!"

"This is the revelation of the Radiant Cross, don't you understand?!" Otto glared and shouted, "Now the enemy's main force is all behind us, if we go back now, we will never be able to rush back again, now is our best chance to take the Lord's Palace!"

Otto Kwyn, who roared wildly, raised the weapon in his hand again and rushed towards the Dominic light infantry that was still blocking in the flames, the young knight who was struggling gritted his teeth and followed closely behind the cavalry, roaring and raising the spear in his hand, and broke through the flames in a burst of exclamations, Rulin's spear tore the enemies who had just gathered into pieces, and before he even had time to escape, he was pierced through the chest by the tip of the spear, and the broken body with the broken barrel fell into the raging fire!

"Knights of Turin, rush out with me!" shouted Otto, who held up the blood-stained sword in his hand: "Radiant Cross, God bless Turin——!"

"God bless Turin——!!!!" the knights shouted with the same aloud, chanting in the flames like a last prayer, and the charging knights were like an unstoppable flood that would drown one after another.

"Stop them, stop them——!" The trembling nobles of Bright Star City shouted and cursed loudly, commanding the only remaining guards and mercenaries around them to rearrange themselves into a phalanx of spears in the burning streets, and shouted at the light infantry behind them with a somewhat hoarse "roar": "What are you all doing in a daze, why don't you shoot them to death and burn them all to charcoal!"

Arrows with ignition of fire rose from the back of the phalanx, and the charging knights had nowhere to dodge, and the trampling sound and the roar of struggle before death seemed to be a terrible devil, a swan song from the depths of hell!

The overwhelming rockets almost turned the entire street into a sea of fire, but the face of the nobleman of the Bright Star City did not have much expression of excitement, but looked at the Turin knights who rushed out of the flames in great horror, and the knights with heraldic banners raised their swords with cold faces, and did not even stop at all, shaking the earth under their feet and rushing up, like a terrible roar like a midsummer thunder!

The knight who rushed to the front was directly pierced through the body by a dozen spears that pierced him, and he was overturned from his horse without even making a wail, and the steel sword in his hand did not forget to cut off the head of an enemy in front, and the terrible impact made the originally strong spear phalanx sway as if it had been bombarded by a stone cannon, and the knights behind still followed behind without fear and raised their cavalry spears, and continued to charge along the road paved by the brothers in front.

The sharp spear tips staggered each other, the silver steel sword fell like thunder, the desperate cries were heard incessantly, the gushing blood stained the bright flames red, and the stone slab under his feet added a touch of color.

"Devils, these Turins are all devils, all devils......" The nobles of Bright Star City, who were paralyzed on the ground, were completely stunned by the battle in front of them, and kept murmuring the same words in their trembling mouths: "All devils, the Otovik family has killed us miserably, and we are all going to die here." ”

"Master, let's run!" the equally panicked servant grabbed the hem of his silk garment, blackened by the smoke and dust, and shouted in his ear, "Quickly withdraw to the Lord's Palace, where there is still the army of the Otovik family, and they will protect you and the lady and the young master!"

"Evacuate to the Lord's Palace? No, the people of Turin will definitely kill all the people hiding in the Lord's Palace, and they are here to do this!" the nobleman cried loudly: "How can I be stupid enough to believe the nonsense of the Otovik family, they want to drag the entire Bright Star City to bury their damn and stupid family!"

"Let's surrender, all lay down our arms!" the nobleman beckoned to the astonished but terrified soldiers around him, "Lay down your arms and don't resist anymore - if you don't want your family and children to be killed!"

One by one, the soldiers who were still resisting in the burning streets threw away their spears and scimitars and knelt down in front of Otto Kwyn's horse, but many of them continued to fight, avenge the death of their relatives and brothers, and fight against the knights of Turin.

Otto glanced at the Dominic nobleman who was kneeling on the ground and sneering at him, glanced at him with contempt, and a message rose on his bloodstained cheeks: "Brothers, attack the Lord's Palace and take the Bright Star City!"