Natalie led the fifty remaining high-level hunters of the White Oak Warband along the established route and launched a charge towards the encirclement of the Ring Tower in front of her.

I'm ashamed to say it.

Despite being the highest-ranking battle group leader, Natalie's personal strength is basically at the middle and lower level among the fifty people.

Old Eugene, Marianne, and several other old captains who had choked with her during the previous meeting were all Silver Rank Oak Hunters or Oak Sages.

They were already qualified to become Reserve White Knights, and if it weren't for the collapse of the Church of Avalon, these old hunters would have returned to the Holy Land of Grammo to prepare for their Grail Ritual.

Sadly, both the Avalon Icon and the Natural Grail have been lost in the Church's decade-long chaos, which could have signaled a terrible break in the witch hunter's advanced class system.

In this case, the mere fact that Natalie was carrying a large oak blade was enough to make her the undisputed leader of this group of witch hunters!

This sword, which is said to be quite unscathed, is the only thing they have left.

"Little Natalie, if you can leave this battle alive, hurry up and seize the time to improve the natural resonance between you and the Holy Blade, with your current compatibility with it, you can't even exert one-tenth of the power of the Holy Blade."

Oak hunter Eugene Sr., who rode beside Natalie, reminded in a low voice:

"But this is a long thing, and there is no need to rush for a while, the two knives left by your father also have a background, don't insult these two evil slayers."

"Are you giving an account of the aftermath? How? Is this not wanting to live anymore? ”

On the other side, Marianne reached out and pulled her hunting hat that resembled a cowboy hat, and said something teasingly.

The woman in her sixties wore a chain of bullets diagonally on her chest, two black handcuffs on her waist, and a double-barreled shotgun behind her back. She stared around her, her pupils covered with emerald green at this moment, apparently using an extremely advanced reconnaissance technique.

She and old Eugene have known each other since they were young, and now they are both old, but the habit of bickering when they meet is stubbornly retained.

This will mercilessly ridicule:

"Come on, don't we understand the truth of living for a thousand years? Anyone can die in this battle, but you, a madman, have a good chance of surviving. ”

The other veteran hunters let out a low laugh, and the young hunters like Natalie couldn't help but grin, and the atmosphere of "sending them to death" in the team dissipated a lot at this moment.

This was unthinkable in the past, after all, the original Witch Hunter Warband was a very strict military organization, and the Church of Avalon was training them in the way of the army, but the ten years of war have ruined everything, and now the surviving witch hunters have long since stopped binding themselves with harsh rules, they have learned to seize any time to please themselves in this cruel era.

Many times, losing purpose is something more uncomfortable than suffering.

"We're not going to die here! No one is going to die here! ”

A smile tipped into Natalie's mouth, but soon she spoke aloud as if she had sworn an oath:

"We will rush out, no matter what lies ahead, we will restart our lives in that strange land ahead! Either everyone lives together, or everyone is here, making one last dedication to the god of Avalon! ”

The group was silent for a moment, and then the young men responded loudly, their courage coming to Natalie's back as they looked at the oak blade.

But at the same time, the veteran hunters in the team are observing Natalie herself.

They all knew that at the time of the child's birth, Elder Grammer had prophesied to her, in which Natalie Finokya Lawson would become a true leader.

It is not clear until tonight that the prophecy is really going, but after tonight, perhaps it will come true.

"It's still a little immature, reckless and stubborn, which is not a good sign."

Old Eugene sighed and whispered.

"You might put it another way, she's full of potential, full of courage and determined enough!"

Marianne pulled out her backhand the double-barreled shotgun behind her backhand and applied a natural psionic spell blessing to the weapon, turning the emerald light into beautiful natural runes all over the black barrel. She raised her gun to aim and whispered:

Isn't that a necessary trait of a legendary great leader? As long as she survives tonight, she will be able to light up and shine her own light.

Enemy ahead! Get ready for battle! ”

With the warning of the hunter's mother, the witch hunters in the team immediately dispersed with excellent riding skills.

With each blade unsheathed and the hunting crossbow in hand, Natalie wanted to pull out the twin knives at her waist, but she hesitated for a moment, and finally grabbed the silent large oak blade behind her backhand and pulled it out of the scabbard.

She mimicked the way her father used the sword on his horse, hanging it low to the side of the fiery horse beneath her.

The pure-blooded elven horse who bathed in the Oath of the Holy Grail with old Finok was silent and well-behaved carrying his new rider, and Natalie knew that the pure Elven Shadowmane had a nice name, "Maple Leaf".

"Blade Warden! That's nice! That's what I'm here for. ”

In the air in front of the hunters, the commander of the commander hovering in the night sky was thrilled when she saw the Holy Blade, she held the Plastic Magic Book in one hand, and the staff of punishment like a torch in the other, and looked at Natalie in front of the hunters with a condescending and indifferent gaze, and said:

"White Oak Warband!

In the name of the Master of the Ring Tower, I condemn you to be involved in subspace filth! Immediately lay down our weapons and return with us to White Cliffs for investigation.

If you are innocent, then be open-minded;

But if you continue to be stubborn, the power of punishment will be sprinkled on your heads!

Final warning!

Drop"

"Bang"

The muffled sound of gunfire represents the response of the witch hunters.

Marianne's bullet flew out, shooting the lieutenant next to the Elite Psionic Hunter Wing Captain who was guarding the psionists in the head.

This has exceeded the limit of the shotgun's shooting range, and it is clear that the blessing of the natural psionic skill not only extends the range, but also increases the power.

In the blood splash, the sassy huntress reached out expressionlessly and pulled up the black viscarf around her neck, covering her nostrils and mouth, revealing only a pair of eyes that were old but still sharp as an eagle.

For the past ten years, it is the Ring Tower in front of them that has commanded them, constantly throwing them into the most brutal wars of war.

Witch hunters probably shouldn't blame this cold-bloodedness, after all, if it weren't for the protection of the Tower of the Ring ten years ago, the White Oak Warbands would have been guillotined in droves by the angry King Louis, just like the rest of the old sects.

They can endure the hard labor to pay for their sins, but now this apparent act of killing a donkey is beyond the limits of the witch hunters.

The so-called grace of protection, ten years of hard fighting by the White Oak War Regiment, and the buried bones of 7,000 companions are enough to pay off!

Their blood was enough to wash away the sins they didn't bear!

What's more, the Tower of the Ring has created a psionic hunter for themselves through the study of witch hunters, which already belongs to the category of spying on the power of the gods of Avalon. This is intolerable for anyone sincere!

The witch hunters' resolute and frantic response made the battlefield of the confrontation between the two armies fall into a dead silence for a while, and even the confident Mage Baili himself did not expect that this group of lost dogs would be so stubborn?

"White Oak Warband!"

Natalie raised the blade in her hand and tried her best to communicate and resonate with it, opening a large-scale hunting illusion with difficulty, allowing the power of the forest to escape under the darkness of the surrounding night.

It's not at all as easy as when Old Finok casually opened the pit to kill the hunting illusion of 60 Midnight Hunters.

But at least imposing!

For young people who have nothing but backbone and bottom line

That's enough!

"Charge!"

In the roar of the new war leader, the well-behaved and quiet war horse Maple Leaf activated in an instant, carrying his knights to the front position like a fierce beast in a beating firelight.

Witch hunters followed.

They are charging in silence.

There were only fifty of them, but carrying the burden of the lives of their fellow men filled their charge with a decisiveness and ferocity that the psionic hunters could not comprehend.

The first and second captains of the psionic hunters at the front of the position glanced at each other.

Under the full covering, they could only see each other's eyes, but those eyes were full of complexity and guilt, yes, they were both test subjects of the Tower of the Ring to study the mysteries of witch hunters, that is, they were all witch hunters before!

It's not just them.

At present, all the elite members of the Psionic Hunters are basically selected from the witch hunters.

Of course, they can claim that this is a good bird, and they can also convince themselves that this is only a temporary compromise, but the fact is that in the current life-and-death confrontation between the old and the new, they themselves know that the title "traitor" will be theirs forever after tonight.

They can bend their knees in order to survive, and naturally there is no reason to laugh at the courage of others to fight for survival.

"Defensive tactics!"

The captain of the first wing roared.

The spearmen at the front immediately erected their heavy shields to form a shield wall, and the spearmen in the second row placed their chilling psionic spears on the shoulders of the shieldmen in the first row and aimed them in the gaps in the shields, waiting for the first wave of charges to launch a deadly counterattack.

Behind them, twelve full-fledged psionics and thirty psionic apprentices began chanting without the help of three high-level spellcasters.

A large range of psionic resonances are emerging, and one psionic power-up spell after another is being blessed on the psionic hunters, allowing their momentum and individual strength to continue to increase.

These psionic buffs work better on specialized psionic hunters, last longer, and have fewer side effects, allowing them to have both numerical and qualitative advantages.

This is what the Tower of the Ring has done!

Their tactics allow the Psionist and Psionker to work together to achieve a 1+1>2 effect.

And in the sky, the three high-level spells of Hellstorm, Arcane Tear, and City Wall were ready, and the high-level psionics didn't even plan to use the more powerful legion-level magic.

Attacking these fifty people in front of you with a grand technique that can affect the trend of a battle is not only wasteful but also inappropriate, just like fighting mosquitoes, and it is always better to use an electric fly swatter than a cannon.

The so-called wisdom is to learn to use tools reasonably.

"Bury them!"

Master Bai Li gave the order.

Before the invisible psionic energy converged into a heavy defense and applied it to the shield hand below, the other two companions waved their hands to summon Blaze and Arcanon to complete the kill.

The witch hunters below had also dispersed into a standard skirmish charge formation, and had deployed their forest defenses intending to withstand the oncoming psionic thump.

But just as the blood will fall and death roars, a mutation will emerge!

The shadows converged abnormally, followed by a gentle and dignified laughter.

The four-layer shield on the psionic master's left hand side of Mage Baili was pierced in an instant, and in the loss of control of the psionic shock, the blood-colored claw blade appeared from behind him like a lover's caress and tore the flesh in the next moment, accurately clasping the beating fiery heart, and then in the deadly cold and dashing execution, the blood-spattered heartless corpse was thrown into the bleak night sky.

The psyker to her right was on fire at the same time.

If the bomb exploded on the mental level, it did not cause him any real damage, but the vertigo caused by the heavy blow of the mind made him unable to even maintain the technique of hovering and flying, so he could only smash the position below like a bird with broken wings, and was blasted open by a shot from Marianne's chest, which had no psionic protection.

In the blood splatter, the deadly hunters completed a perfect match in this moment!

"How many years have you arrogant mages ever learned to be wary of what appears in the shadows? There is no growth at all. ”

In the mocking laughter of Lady Shane, the shadows behind the originally empty psionic hunters' positions shattered massively.

With an expressionless face, Andre, the Earl of White Mountain, led twelve Thorn Nightcrawlers in a surprise posture to brazenly slaughter into the position of the group of protected official psionics and psionic apprentices who were still leisurely casting spells in a near-zero distance.

Like a tiger pounces on a sheep.

In the next moment, it triggered a frenzied slaughter of people on their backs.

It's night!

Want to fight melee combat with a group of heavily armed thorn vampires in this situation? Want to dodge the blades of the deadliest Night Assassins of the Seven Vampire Clans with Midnight Blessing?

Hiss.

This method of sending people to death is a bit too advanced, right?

Although he was beaten badly by Murphy before, in this battle now, Count Andre, who was holding the Blade of Cold Fang, just blew lightly, and the frozen power of the Winter Spirit Swordsman was wantonly unleashed, instantly freezing the five psionic apprentices who couldn't dodge.

The next moment time froze, three of them had their heads shaved off in the swing of the cold blade.

That blood can't even be spilled!

It could only turn into a blood-red smoothie and fall to the ground, trampled by the war horses of the witch hunters who then broke through the city walls.

As for why Andre, who was equipped by Murphy, still has an identical Cold Fang Blade in his hand

Well, as the younger brother of the queen, a member of the royal family, he was sent into the Thorn Clan as a proton, and in his sister's guilt-filled amend, isn't it normal to collect a few more powerful weapons?

If Miss Feimis is just a little rich woman, then Count Andrei is probably the kind of character who can be scary whenever he appears in the field of "rich".

"Huh"

As the blades fell, two psionic hunters who were trying to defend the Venerable fell diagonally, and Count Baishan, who had put on a combat mask, made a challenging gesture against the high-level psionic master in front of him who had just recovered from the "emotional burning" on the chaotic battlefield.

He said in a cold voice:

"Andrei Alexei Toridze! Thorn Clan's White Mountain Grand Duke faction! Descendants of Shani! ”

As a high-level psionic, of course, the object of the challenge knew that this was the vampire's vow of eternal silence, but what made him angry was that the black iron level vampire in front of him had the courage to challenge him as a silver spellcaster?

Even if he had just been ignited by Grand Duke Shani and shot in the chest by Mama Marianne's bullet, are all the current vampires so arrogant?

The Tower of the Ring has just destroyed a vampire clan!

Bastard!

Give me a little respect!

"In front of our Thorn Clan, you dare to be so angry?"

Andre said in surprise, and then decisively used his family expertise to ignite the emotions of the spellcaster in front of him, causing the latter's painful teeth to crack and staggering to fall.

The Earl of White Mountain rises with a sword!

He knew he would have to pay some price to take down an enemy who was far stronger than himself.

It wasn't a good target, but he knew he had to!

He'd heard about Murphy's rise from the open-mouthed little players, and he'd seen Murphy feed a dog with a silver vampire heart.

He didn't really want a victory with the weak beating the strong so much, he just wanted to prove to his ancestors that he was no worse than his "peers"!

That's all!

However, Xia Ni didn't have time to pay attention to her unyielding descendants, she would be busy.

"Poof"

The Crimson Fist grazed Belly's left arm, and the sharp psionic blade sliced through the caster's tendons with precision, as graceful and deadly as a scalpel swung in an instant.

The Grand Duke of Thorns didn't care about the struggle of the Ring Tower Psionic Master in front of him, and regarded it as an "hors d'oeuvres" for this midnight feast.

The absolute strength of the two sides is too far apart, so that she can enjoy the fear of the loser and humiliate it!

The best thing is that even if the other party wants to retaliate, it will only retaliate against the Blood Vulture Clan who provoked them head-on.

Tsk, what a lucky night.

Thank you to the Mother of Midnight for the gift!

"Two wars of the night, the slaughter of the Blooddread Clan, the expulsion of the Wolf Poison Clan, and the revenge of the Blooddget Clan! You seem to be winning all the time, letting the power of the Tower of the Ring climb on the heads of the Bloods.

You are arrogant that the Midnight Clan is nothing more than that, but the tragic truth is."

"Poof"

The five fingers are pierced like a knife.

In a ghostly assault, she slice through Mage Belly's waist and neck, dyed her white robes scarlet with her own blood, and cut off a third of her tongue in near-impossible movements, rendering her unable to chant even a single psionic character.

Lady Shani's long skirt was not stained with a drop of blood, and with the swing of the claw blade of her left hand, the scalp of the high-level psionic master was cut off entirely.

This is not a battle at all, this is an execution-style torture!

The long skirt of the Grand Duke of Thorns floated in a flying posture in the night, and she pressed the bloody Mage Belle with one hand, and she looked at the other party's hateful and angry eyes, and showed a gentle smile like the wife of a court lady.

It's like enjoying afternoon tea, enjoying the hatred of the person in front of you.

She whispered:

"The truth is, the Bloods at Midnight have never been truly defeated by you! Tonight, I am honored to join the Archduke of the Vulture and Earl Murphy to bring back to you what you have forgotten. You're scared

It seems that you have remembered.

Oh, you animals should understand where you really stand in this world! Tonight, welcome back to the bottom of the food chain! ”

"Smack"

The spine broke, and the headless corpse slammed to the ground.

Lady Shane, who was carrying the blood-dripping human head, reached out and wiped the hot blood from her cheek, then put it in her mouth and sucked gently.

"Well, soaked in the blood of fear, it's always so delicious."

(End of chapter)