The golden light of dusk shone on the walls of Horn Castle, and all the warriors in the entire castle stared at the gate with a loud bang just now, accompanied by another terrible trembling sound, and the scream of tearing the air seemed to pierce all ears, and the gate trembled violently again, and the clamor of smoke and dust rose up, and the rubble and rubble kept falling from above, and terrible cracks appeared on the solid bluestone.

"Boom-!!!" was another deafening bang, and the two arrow towers on the original battlement were directly smashed into a pile of ruins, and the flying debris fell around, leaving a whole black scorched and broken mark on it.

The Turin soldiers, who had just been cheering for victory, were completely silent, and the only echoes in the castle were the echoes of the city gate, and everyone just stared blankly at the city gate, which trembled in the midst of the attacks, as if waiting for the moment when it would be completely destroyed.

Edward turned his head and glanced at the surviving warriors behind him - not only were they scarred, all of them were pale and bloodshot, and they had dark circles under their eyes, and their footsteps were clearly delirious, but they had not yet fallen by virtue of their blood and the tenacious will of the veterans.

After several days of fighting, they have reached the limit - whether it is physical or morale, no one will believe that there is any "rescue" after the battle has reached this point, they are just unwilling to die in such humiliation, unwilling to forget revenge, hoping that before they die, they can drag a few Dominicans to hell together.

"Everyone, assemble—!" Edward, who roared loudly, drew his sword, and with the sound of his footsteps, the sergeants of the Knights, the garrisons of the capital, the mercenaries of Silver Blood, and the remnants of the Crow Mercenary Regiment...... The warriors gathered in this castle for various reasons, armed with steel swords, battle axes, spears and scimitars, formed a dense military formation behind him, and there was no need to say anything, there was only one determination in their eyes.

Little Goodwin, who carried the flaming eagle banner, stood behind Edward, biting his lip to keep his teeth from chattering—the standard-bearer had died on the tower, so he had to take down the banner that hung on the top of the tower. And for everyone, if this battle can't survive, this is their last banner.

"Lord Edward, Angela her, she said she wouldn't come out. Little Goodwin lowered his head, and his voice was so small that only Edward could hear: "If you die here, she will ignite all the ignition in the Inner Castle and die with the enemy!"

"I see. Edward smiled and nodded, looked at little Goodwin who was about to cry and sighed softly - how could dear Angela tell him about her plan?

If Fort Clarion fell, Angela would release Gratoni - from the day she arrived at Fort Clarion, Angela had been quietly preparing at Edward's behest, and even if everyone was killed, no one in the Purple Sails Mercenary Regiment on the island would survive!

No, not even a single "living" thing would exist on the entire island. At that point, Edward still has the capital to negotiate with Landzel again, at least more than half of his soldiers will definitely die, this guy is more or less a member of the Ottovic family, it is impossible not to know how terrible Gratoni is.

That was the last option, and the last thing Edward wanted to make - because he had already failed. Gently raising the blade full of gaps, Edward laughed helplessly. Not only the soldiers, but even he himself has reached the limit, and it is very likely that this will be his last battle.

Edward, who didn't know what to pursue and love from the moment he was reborn, felt reluctant for the first time - it turned out that he didn't want to die at all, at least not now, and he shouldn't die in this kind of place.

"Boom!" a loud tremor suddenly came, and in the midst of the thunderous roar, the strong city gate finally collapsed under the weight of the billowing smoke and rubble. Edward, who had just hesitated, suddenly felt a lot more relaxed-he still wanted to do so much, and there was only one thing he had to do now.

"Hold your ground. With a slight whispering slogan, Edward, with his head bowed, seemed to pray to something: "God bless Turin." ”

"God Bless Turin - !!!"

The last remaining soldiers of Turin raised their weapons and roared, and resolutely formed a strong shield wall in front of the collapsed city gates, ready to meet the arrival of the enemy - everyone knew what they would face, but before that came, even if they had their last breath left, they would take them with them to hell!

With the collapse of the city gate, the long-awaited Zifan mercenary group suddenly erupted into a bloodthirsty shout, and a black tide rushed towards the gap in the ruins in the terrible sound of war drums.

The Turin soldiers in the castle also roared to form a column of shield walls, raised their spears and launched a counter-charge, stabbing their spears into the enemy's body. Then he drew the axe and steel sword at his waist, stared at the already bloodshot eyes and the brothers around him and leaned on each other to fight the enemy hand-to-hand.

Screams and screams mingled with all sounds, splatters of blood stained everyone's eyes red—there was only one thing on everyone's mind, and that was to kill the wretch in front of them!

The spear was broken in two, the shield was filled with arrows, the scimitar cracked, and the crossbow broke the bowstring...... Even when you don't even have a weapon in your hand, you rely on a pair of fists and your own teeth!

The charging Turin soldiers quickly repelled the Dominic soldiers who rushed into the castle, but behind them there were still fierce purple sail mercenaries who rushed up like a tide, and the garrison soldier who had just cut off the enemy's head with an axe had no time to stand on his feet before he was shot through the mouth by a burning arrow, and the still burning arrow roared through his neck with blood plasma, and a few pieces of rotten minced meat.

"Poof!" a sword pierced through the Dominic soldier who had just pounced on him from behind, and the silent Edward waved his steel sword almost frantically, slashing back and forth among the enemies that almost surrounded him.

The familiar feeling came back once again - that night, the newly "reborn" self leaned on the newly acquired body, killing with impunity, as if the sword body was one with itself, and the body was instinctively driven by infinitely magnified consciousness, not even the slightest tired touch.

The feeling of the steel sword tearing through flesh and blood, the feeling of blood spilling on his face, the feeling of being watched by angry and desperate eyes...... I don't feel it, it's completely turned into a killing machine, just like my once confused self, just killing, and I don't know what it's for.

"Ahh Holding up a scimitar in the air, he prepared to cut little Goodwin in two as he lay on the ground.

Edward, who almost didn't think about it, threw the long sword in his hand directly, and the black sword shadow only left a scream, and pierced the face, stabbing out of the back of his head with blood plasma, and fell directly without even screaming. Edward, who was unarmed, leaped out in that direction, and the intense exertion of physical energy slowed his movements slightly, and he felt a piercing chill coming from his calves!

Edward, who frowned, turned around directly, pulled out a short knife and stabbed it directly into the neck of the sneak attacker, gritted his teeth and felt a sharp pain just as he tried to stand firmly, and the whole person almost fell to his knees - the half-amputated spear pierced directly through his calf!

"Kill him, he's Edward, that Edward Wetwood!" Seeing the black-haired boy who had no weapon standing up slightly trembling, an excited Purple Sail mercenary shouted and took the lead in raising his scimitar and rushing forward. Little Goodwin, who was lying on the ground, looked at Edward in horror as he stood there, the Dominic soldier with his scimitar aloft already laughing bloodthirsty!

(Thanks to the book friends of the Eight Lambs for the tip, uh...... In addition, if there is a recommendation ticket or something, please don't be stingy~)