The blood-colored sunset, the billowing smoke, the scorching flames, the cries of rising and falling wave after wave, the entire Lord's palace was thrown into chaos, roaring soldiers charging towards the magnificent palace.

After a long day of fighting, the Turin Expeditionary Force, at great expense, finally broke through the city and planted its battle flag in front of the gate that marked the dominance of the city of Bright Stars - except that the "road" was paved with the same as a thousand years in the past and a thousand years in the future, full of corpses and blood.

The blood-dripping streets and squares were burning, and all kinds of flags were planted on the collapsed rubble—whether it was the knights of the south of Turin, the sergeants with kite-shaped shields, or the militia and purple sails mercenaries who surrendered in Bright Star City, they all roared feverishly, their faces stained with blood and smoke, and their fierce and eager eyes radiating a strange light.

After Trist Ottovic announced that he had given up resistance, the entire Lord's Palace was finally opened, not only in the Lord's Palace, but also in all the surrounding noble mansions, which fell one after another in the midst of screams and wails for mercy.

The delicate gardens were brutally destroyed and then burned, the precious statues and frescoes were reduced to ashes in the flames, and the Turin soldiers and mercenaries with their cries of victory were armed and looted all the visible riches...... Even Leonardo Cambrai, who was the most chivalrous, only silently watched the scene in front of him, and organized the veterans of the Order to maintain the most basic order.

The militiamen of Bright Star City, who surrendered to the expeditionary force, not only did not have the intention of stopping these Turines, but were even more brutal and ferocious than the Turin soldiers, almost tyrannically arresting the nobles of Bright Star City hiding in the basement and attic, and then tortured and killed them to death. Carrying bloody blades, he grabbed the women and children who did not flee and humiliated them wantonly, listening to the wailing sound slowly dying in the dying......

On weekdays, he was wantonly oppressed by the nobles and lived an embarrassing life, his relatives were abused to death and finally turned into monsters, and he was ruthlessly abandoned even though he was still fighting...... The militia of Bright Star City were finally completely enraged by these nobles, and raised their butcher knives to protect them with their lives. And those who put themselves to death!

The whole battle was not hindered at all, and the "torrent" of battle flags sounded the horn of the final attack from all directions, and after the fall of one mansion after another mansion and minaret, the magnificent and elegant Palazzo della Signoria finally became the only target for everyone's attack, and for many of them, it represented more than a marble building.

Ambition, glory, revenge...... The boiling battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie and brief silence, but everyone knew that the silence would be followed by not a sunny weather, but a terrible storm!

A long expedition, the ancient city of bright stars. Palazzo della Signoria ...... Everything will come to an end before the sun sets!

"Attack, don't be afraid - avenge the dead brethren!" the tired Lusen raised his right arm in severe pain, swung it forward fiercely, and shouted hoarsely: "Avenge them all, let Cosimo Otovic go to hell!"

"Let Cosimo Otovík go to hell - !!!"

A chaotic but neat shout set off a "wave" around him, and soldiers with different weapons, wearing various armors, and even speaking different languages burst out with the lowest roars. Charge towards the gates of the Lord's Palace!

The doors of luxury no longer have any meaning at this time, only after a quarter of an hour. Hundreds of soldiers swarmed in the shattered door frames. Almost as soon as they rushed into the hall of the Palazzo della Signoria, the whistling arrows splashed a splash of blood in front of the gate - the last noble guards who stood here shot their bows and arrows frantically, making them choose and resist until the last moment in complete despair.

But these people didn't resist for long, screaming and being rushed to the front, and the extremely angry Bright Star City rebels were torn to pieces. Then he was reduced to pulp by the Turin soldiers who kept pouring in from behind.

Although they have long given up hope, the guards who have fallen into chaos have lost their last chance even if they want to resist - whether it is retreating, counterattacking or regrouping, they are also the last chance to be crushed, and they can only fight in despair, and then be slaughtered one by one!

"Bell-!"

The clashing blades made a heavy crashing sound. Barely able to hold up the slashing of a Dominic swordsman in front of him, Lusen almost fell to the ground, staggering back two steps before he could stand firm.

"Die, Turin Dog—" The Dominic swordsman, who was disheveled and didn't even have a helmet, frantically swung the long sword in his hand and swung it again and again at Lusen in front of him. But when he raised his sword again, his body was suddenly stunned, and the blade full of blood pierced out of the center of his chest, but the burly body was like a doll without a string, and fell down messily.

Rusan raised the blade of his sword to look at the fierce enemy just now, and glanced at Edward Witwood who came out from behind with some confusion. The Sacred Tree Knight, who had no weapon in his hand, could only pick up a Dominic scimitar from the side and use it temporarily.

"Where's your saber? I've heard Aunt Angelica mention it—it's a good sword. The frightened Lusen stood up awkwardly: "Why haven't I seen you wearing it since you came back?"

"Lost at Fort Bugle. Edward chuckled, and the scimitar in his hand gently shook off an arc of light: "I guess it fell under some ruins, but I couldn't find it after looking for it a few times." ”

"That's a shame. Lusan smiled enthusiastically, "When this expedition is over, I'll find a way to give you another one—it's hard to see Sir Edward Whitwood with a scimitar." ”

Edward nodded indifferently - Lusen's awkward way of repaying the "life-saving grace" was not incomprehensible, probably in his heart it was probably difficult to accept that he owed himself a favor, especially in such a humiliating way, for the heir of the Minest family, I am afraid it is a very embarrassing thing.

At this moment, the army that had been attacking suddenly stopped, and Trist Ottovic, who had an extremely unkind face, came over and said in a very regretful tone: "Two lieutenants, we may be in trouble. ”

"Trouble?" Lusan almost immediately thought of an extremely terrifying situation: "This Lord's Palace, it can't be some kind of trap, right?!"

"Not really, it's related to Cosimo's demon, my brother. The young Trist Otovik bowed his head with a sad expression: "He is ready to die with the Lord's Palace!"

"Right behind that gate, Cosimotha, he unleashed dozens of ghouls, and turned all the nobles of Bright Star City who took refuge inside into terrible rotting corpses - only a handful of the more clever ones escaped from inside, and the rest are probably all killed!"

“...... So, in fact, we don't need to attack it at all, it will only cause more sacrifices, this war is over, and I am afraid that all the nobles who died have died heroically. ”

Speaking of this, Trist, who had betrayed his brother just a quarter of an hour earlier, had a little grief on his face, and even a few tears, as if he was really sad about Cosimo's tragic end.

"We must get out of the Lord's Palace as soon as possible - before the ghouls and rotting corpses come out!" Lusen nodded immediately, "I will go and ask the soldiers to prepare ignition and fire oil to completely 'purify' this Lord's Palace with flames!" (To be continued......)