"That's what I do to my enemies!" Riddle screamed, dancing wildly in the walkways of the city walls, "and that's what we do to those who dare to hurt us...... Those who only take and don't give at all...... Who will sympathize with you Bristians who have killed a thousand knives!"

Artoria couldn't hear anything, and her ears thundered. Her knees went limp, she nearly fell off her horse, and her eyes were full of visions.

It can't be true, it can't be Carol. Even Riddle could not have committed such a heinous crime against this innocent man.

She didn't pass out. A part of consciousness stubbornly kept her awake, and she stared at the young man's hollow grayish eyes, white lips, and bloody neck, and the face that had once smiled brightly with sunshine, but now froze in despair and pain.

Then the terrible vision blurred. Something wet rolled down her cheeks, and the pain pressed down on her chest so much that she could barely breathe. She couldn't imagine that what she thought was safe and sound would bring such bad luck to these subordinates who trusted her. Her heart was full of self-reproach and pain.

But now she has a place to vent her pain. It can be put into action, and it can be used to slash the enemy.

Blood obscured Artoria's vision, and she turned her head to roar with rage like she had never felt before, a howl of rage burning her throat fiercely.

"Kill them!"

Artoria cried out in pain and drew the princess's sword, and the power of the Sanctuary powerhouse radiated to the entire battlefield, even triggering a change in the sky.

Under the icy sun, the whole sky boiled.

Boom Boom

The loud explosion was deafening, and dozens of lightning bolts tore through the clouds and descended, making everyone dizzy.

The furious and exploding thunder completely broke the will of the people in the fortress, and they all showed shocked expressions. In front of the terrifying thunderbolt that unreservedly displayed the great and complete pain of the princess of Rita, he retreated again and again, his face turned pale and his lips trembled.

That terrifying power was by no means comparable to that of an ordinary Sanctuary.

Standing atop the walls, however, Riddle laughed out loud, clearly misinterpreting Artoria's anger at helpless grief.

When the last bolt of lightning died down, he shouted, "They say no one can subdue you! I have subdued you! What is the so-called princess of Bristles? What is the most outstanding master tactician in the whole continent? Just a poor creature who can't even protect his subordinates! I really feel sorry for your subordinates! I actually gave my life for a fool like you!

Artoria's roar faded away, and her beautiful cyan eyes stared at Riddle.

Even from a distance, she could still see the madly twisted face of his enemy, Riddle.

And on top of the walls of the fortress. Everyone realized what their chief's beastly crime evoked. Artoria had come here for a peaceful ending, but Riddle's actions shattered that possibility. He will not live to see the sun rise again, and his fortress will be trampled to pieces like fragile glass under the iron hooves of Britain.

"Artoria......" Archmage Andor said tentatively, uncertain.

Artoria's chest was still filled with sad pain, tears rolling down her jade-smooth face, blurring her vision. The faces of several Knights of the Round Table around him clearly expressed their concern and support.

Under the worried gaze of her subordinates, Artoria struggled to control her feelings. She slowly raised the sword of the princess in her hand, and then again. In a powerful, regular rhythm, it guides the energy to gather in the sky.

The others followed her example and raised their hands, channeling their energy into the sky. Gradually, there was a huge cloud of color in the sky. It was the most terrifying vortex of energy. Once it erupts, it will unleash a terrifying power that no one can match.

Twenty thousand mighty warriors, all of whom poured their power into the energy clouds, followed their royal maidens with the same frequency to guide the convergence of energy. And then. What was caused was a terrible spectacle that could be called a catastrophe......

Langton felt dizzy as he stood on top of the city wall, staring in horror at the head of the young scout captain on the ground dozens of meters away. He had known that Riddle was cruel and tyrannical. The character is moody, but he often does not think of it......

"Look what you've done, you bale prince!" Langton blushed, finally squeezing out a few words and yelling at the prince beside him. In the face of that terrifying energy cloud, in the desperate situation of dying, even the servant who had always cowered couldn't help but roar hysterically at the noble prince.

Langton's roar seemed to trigger a chain reaction, and the moment his words fell, the people around Riddle turned their faces to look at him, and the warriors' eyes were full of hatred.

But being looked at by everyone's accusatory and resentful eyes, Riddle was not afraid of the apologetic feelings, and instead began to laugh hysterically.

Hearing this inhuman scream, Langton's heart suddenly cooled half, and then he felt a slight tremor coming from the rock, and he looked at the former governor of the fortress on the side, the middle-aged earl Nick, as if asking for help, "My lord, they are channeling energy to prepare for the attack...... We must fire back!"

"There are at least 20,000 powerful warriors channeling energy, of course we have to fight back!, or we will die!" Count Nick beside him scolded angrily. He retreated to the wall, apparently the army of the Lady of Buldian had prepared to make Riddle pay for what he had done.

We've already lost, Nick thought, and it's too late to surrender now.

The princess of Briston wants to avenge her subordinates by destroying this castle completely with her invincible military tactics that have made countless tacticians bow to the upper hand. His mouth trembled, and he couldn't spit out a word. He felt Langton looking at him.

"To hell with you bastards!" Nick hissed, then he shouted, "Fire!"

Artoria shuddered as the magic cannonball came out.

Behind her, there was a piercing scream of a cannonball slicing through the air, but she was unscathed. The power of the wind gathered around her, transforming into the Wind King's barrier to protect her. Even a powerful magical siege cannon could not threaten her life.

In the midst of the formation, she raised her hands in the air. The princess's sword shone with a blurry light in her hand, and then a huge force gathered in the sky, and under her guidance, it slammed down in a clear and precise straight line.

Boom -

There was a loud bang between heaven and earth, and the whole earth trembled.

The light dissipated, and in a radius of several hundred meters in front of the fortress, the entire earth staggered and elevated, and the line was like some ancient giant underground creature rushing from under Artoria's feet to the main entrance of the fortress.

Under the bombardment of majestic force, the gate collapsed, and the rubble fell for a while. Compared to ordinary walls, Dornier's walls are undoubtedly better and stronger, and even have powerful magic arrays engraved on the surface of the walls, and those wall masonry are also blessed with powerful magic to resist the bombardment of ability.

But it didn't work.

In the face of the terrible blow from Artoria's entire army, the magical barrier, which was said to be impossible for even the gods to breach lightly, was crushed in just a moment, exposing the fragile city wall to Artoria's bombardment.

One blow to the city!

It was a sword of victory in the oath, and its power was unmatched!

With a furious bang, the half-collapsed city wall shook wildly. Standing on the half of the wall that hadn't yet collapsed, Riddle began to scream in horror. From drunkenness to killing those British warriors with his own hands, he came to his senses for the first time.

However, the scene in front of him not only did not make him afraid, but made the smile on his face even more crazy and bright.

"Hahahahaha...... Hahaha...... Hahaha...... That's it! That's it! Kill, scream, shout, suffer! All the qiē, all die!Hahahahaha......"

Around him, countless soldiers looked at their superiors in astonishment, fear, and disgust, and watched the prince standing in the midst of the artillery fire and laughing wildly. laughed so much that tears flowed down her eyes, and she cried bitterly......

Under the city walls, someone screamed. Langton tried desperately to plug his ears, his face turned dark purple and his eyes bulged out in fear, and the bale prince let out a stunned and ridiculous laugh beside him.

He looked at them helplessly.

The prince yelled and yelled a few words and ran back into the crowd, but the dead ignored him, and continued to fill the forts with magic ammunition and fire, trying to withstand the attack of the British army. The cavalry of Dornier under the city was forced to charge at the cavalry position of the Princesses of Buldian who was invincible on the entire continent because the gate was blown open.

Standing on the city walls, you can hear the roar of battle and the heavy crash of steel. The black armor of the soldiers was crushed at the feet of these powerful and angry Bristan warriors, and there were bloodied corpses everywhere.

"Too strong," muttered Count Nick, who looked at the terrible decline on this side, "too strong, they are too strong......"

Again, the walls trembled.

Feelings like never before enveloped Riddle, and he fell to his knees. It was here that he rolled over the stairs like a dog and fled into the atrium. While crawling, he cried and laughed, "Hahahaha...... All of you are going to die! All of you are going to die! Hahahahahaha...... Everybody's going to die!hahahahaha......ha......haha