Section 142: Siege

That's a demon.

Although demons are not uncommon for Chaos believers. In fact, in many cases, Chaos wizards are able to summon demons to help them in battle, relying on the authority bestowed by evil gods. Especially in the battles with the Southerners, this is especially the case.

However, in battles within Chaos (especially if you believe in the same evil god), summoning demons is difficult to get a response. It is easy to understand the logic of the evil gods: civil war is to eliminate the weak and select the strong. So, when the Chaos Tribe is in a civil war, basically no one will summon demons to fight - because no one will pay attention to you if they are summoned.

But in any case, a demon really makes a big difference on the battlefield. For example, the gates of the central castle are impassable to humans. No one would ever use an axe or a war hammer or something to destroy a city gate, because weapons that can be controlled by human physical strength are basically ineffective against city gates. Unless you have a large war machine like a city breaker, you can rely on human power to do little to deal with this thing.

But demons are different.

For example, the demon in front of him has knotted muscles and is as tall as a giant. Once such a monster wields a heavy weapon, no one can be sure that the city gate will be able to withstand the great force of this distant human.

The defenders at the head of the city also appeared at the sudden appearance of this demon, causing a noticeable commotion. Then, with the agility of a mouse, the demon rushed to the city gate, and a huge black blade appeared in his hand. Immediately, a heavy blow slammed into the city gate, directly cutting through the iron sheet wrapped around the wood. There was a "squeak" moan from the entire city gate.

The sound of the city gate made people instinctively aware of two things. The first is that demons can destroy the city gates, and the second is that it takes a certain amount of time for demons to destroy the city gates.

On the other side, the siege continued. Ashrufat put a shield on his head and climbed up the ladder. The defending forces have realized that the enemy is joining in with a fresh force, so they strengthen the defense. Along the entire front, the enemy began to use forks to try to knock down the long ladder.

Luckily, Ashrufat's forces had a powerful magical advantage. Although the effectiveness of magic in Blood Fortress is greatly reduced, offensive magic is less destructive, but still has the power to kill people. Tzeentch's pink dimensional flames flashed over the city, devouring one overly exposed person after another. After only a short period of effort, the defenders gave up trying to knock down the long ladder.

But before they could give up, they knocked down at least four ladders - soldiers with armor on them fell and were seriously injured if they fell. Casualties on both sides were roughly equal. The fallen ladder was soon re-erected on the wall, and the sadistic believers who were not afraid of death began to climb upward.

The moment he climbed to the top of the city, Ashruphat used his shield to block two slams, then leaped to his feet and jumped into a relatively empty position. He threw his shield and knocked down a rushing enemy, and the withered sword appeared in his hand.

Enemies around him recognized him as a high-ranking believer at the sight of his armor. Everyone knew what to do, and in an instant, a large group of enemies rushed up, swords and guns, trying to kill him on the spot.

It is indescribable what happened at this moment, the stabbing spears and the swords and axes were like a whirlwind of steel, and Ashrufat was at the center of this whirlwind. His heavily armored body moved in dizzying motions, and various weapons slashed or stabbed at his armor. The withered sword was fully wielded with terrifying lethality at this moment, and no armor could withstand the slash of this two-handed long sword.

Everywhere the blade went, armor and blades were cut and severed, not to mention the human body. The withering sword slices open skulls, slices chests, cuts off hands and feet, and even cuts people in two. Scattered stumps scattered around him, forming a ring of blood, and the piles of corpses almost wrapped around his legs. His body showed no signs of exhaustion, until his enemies finally lost their hearts, gasping for breath in anger and fear.

The siege was not for nothing. In Ashrufat, there were several blades that had lost their owners. A severed spear of black steel stabbed Ashrufat, stabbing at the junction of his breastplate and abdominal armor, deep into the middle of his chest and abdomen. Anyone could easily tell that the spear had pierced so deeply that it must have damaged his organs.

The other broken blade was slightly worse, but it also pierced the crack in his broken shoulder armor, stabbing diagonally into his chest and deep into his lungs.

No one can remain indifferent to such a serious injury. It is true that some humans are able to survive a fatal blow (a phenomenon that is particularly common for Cultists of Chaos), but this comes at the cost of burning all life potential. In this case, humanity is able to hold on for a moment - and then inevitably die.

According to the imagination of normal people, the current Eshuruphat should have a bleeding from the mouth and nose, and every breath will bring out a mouthful of blood foam. Although he was still standing on his feet, he was actually powerless to move, and could only wait for the judgment of fate.

In such a long time, apart from Byron's cannon, this was the first time that Eshurufat had been so badly wounded on the battlefield. From this point of view, he himself did not believe that it would be so.

He underestimated the bloodthirsty madness of the - he thought he would be able to easily disperse an exhausted enemy army. But at the same time, he underestimated his physical fitness. Because he thought that if he was wounded so deep into his internal organs, he would not feel good.

Back in Brasian's time, he tested his body - it was very resilient. But it was impossible for him to test how strong this recovery ability really was by stabbing himself in his internal organs with a knife.

Now he knows.

It hurt, whether it was the black steel spear pierced in front of him or the broken blade pierced diagonally, it made him really feel the pain. However, this pain was not an unbearable pain, nor did it bring the same weakness as the last time I was hit by a cannon. His breathing was still steady and normal, his body was still balanced and powerful, and his hands were still gripping his sword. In fact, he didn't think that this level of pain would deprive him of the ability to fight.

Protected by the pure white special cloak, his back was not harmed. But now Ashrufat believes that even if he didn't wear a cloak, the situation would not be very different.

He was still surrounded by enemies. It's just that this terrible scene made them hesitate and didn't dare to make a move for a while. Ashrufat held the sword in one hand, and with the other he pulled the deeply pierced black steel spear from his body.

He could see for himself that when he drew his spear, only a small amount of blood was coming out of the wound. It wasn't like a terrible blow to the guts at all, but more like a small cut on the arm that had been accidentally grazed by a rock.

Then he pulled out the broken blade from his shoulder and threw it aside. After pulling out these two blades, I was able to feel the pain lessen, and there was no blood gushing out. You don't even have to bandage it.

Then he realized why he was fighting alone. Because the follow-up troops failed to keep up.

Xingke was smarter than he imagined, or rather, what he expected was not born. As he rushed to the top of the city, the defenders had just brought up the second-line troops. This doubled the number of defenders at the head of the city. The reason for this accident was that the camp of the army was really close to the city wall - if it was dressed, the reserves would be able to rush to the wall in half a minute.

The demon shouldn't have been released so early. Ashrufat laughed at himself in his heart. It should be that they mobilized their forces to face the demons, and then happened to encounter their own siege.

He took a second to comfort himself, then immediately raised his sword and took the initiative. This time, even the abusive warriors were afraid. In front of him, the enemy retreated.

Effortlessly, Ashrufat rushed to the ladder position, covering one of his men to climb up from below.

It wasn't until his men were large enough to hold a more solid position that he realized one thing: Starmark hadn't appeared. Also, Sag didn't know where he had gone.

Could it be that Sag had touched the star carving, right?" said Ashruphat softly. This is undoubtedly one of the most troublesome things.

On the other side, which was furthest from where Ashrufat was, his fears were born. Sag wielded his greatsword and confronted Starcarving.

At Sag's feet was a large pile of corpses of the defenders. But it doesn't matter anymore. At a distance of about ten paces from the two of them, the subordinates of both sides were fighting fiercely there. But even the warriors in the fierce battle did not dare to move closer to this side. They all instinctively knew that the battle on this side was not something they could meddle in.

"Looks like you're confident!" said Xingke with a smile. The chaos armor on her body had been washed by blood countless times, and the maroon, oily shell made anyone who saw it shudder. "You must feel unstoppable and invincible...... But," her tone changed. "Maybe you're not as strong as you think. For thou art clothed in armor and fought ungodly, and thou didst hang the sign of the gods but not be pleased with them. ”

"I'm on the path of sadism......" Sag replied softly. He felt that pressure from the other person, a suffocating pressure.

"But it's not the right way. Xingke replied. "I know you, Sag. Know how you got here. Look at yourself, you surrender when you lose like Tzeentch's plaything, not the god of blood. ”

"The Will of the Blood God ......"

"You're on the side of the enemy, you're attacking the Blood Fortress! You're insulting the Blood God! The insulter must pay...... And the price is ...... It's death!"

She let out a terrible laugh, as if tens of millions of demons were screaming and rushing towards the living. Her laughter was accompanied by the snake-like shadow of the whip in her hand.

The whip was fast enough to be discerned by the naked eye, but this moment instinct guided Sag's body. He jumped to his feet and dodged the first whip.