The rain mixed with the night, like ink splashing.

In this dark veil, Dargnan shuttles and turns, like a fish in water. Killers who are good at stealth and disguise can easily escape and hide in such a thick night.

However, even with Dargnan's skills, he did not dare to get too close to the center of the battlefield. Before he witnessed it with his own eyes, he really never imagined that this seemingly ordinary night attack would actually erupt into such a tragic scene.

The flames soared into the sky, extinguishing the light and light reflected in the surroundings, and the twins of killing and war completely controlled this land that had long been wet with rain.

In a windmill at the top of a nearby hillside, Dargnan found a good hiding place. The view here is good, and it is not within the range of the armies of both sides. In addition, the early spring has just arrived, far from the harvest season, so it is almost in a state of semi-abandonment, and the silence and emptiness around it are extremely stark in contrast to the intense scene not far away.

Fierce shouts of killing kept coming, and he quietly poked his head out, carefully observing what was happening there.

These...... Could it be the Demon Warrior Knight?

Dargnon himself is a demon warrior, and naturally knows something about some of these branches. In his opinion, these tall knights covered in flames, with simple and effective martial arts, are full of surging flame magic, which is somewhat similar to his own fighting style.

Dargnan's brow gradually frowned. Before, during the march of these knights, he didn't notice that there was any trace of magic flowing on the other party's body. In appearance, they also look like the most ordinary heavy knights, without the slightest abnormality. What made him wonder even more. From them, I can't see the kind of fierceness and sharpness unique to a hundred battles and strong armies, but there is a feeling of twilight.

However, the peerless blade will always be hidden in the unpretentious scabbard. And now, it's time for them to come out of their sheaths and show their formidable sharpness.

These troops, who had been silent, showed their hideous minions. The aura of tyranny erupted with flames. One by one, the demons of the flames, roaring loudly, descended on this world.

The Marquis of Borriello, who had been staying in the rear, was finally able to personally feel the prestige of the "Flame Demon Knight". And this time, he was on the opposite side.

Hoofs rumbled, and giant horses galloped.

The mounts under the crotch of the Fire Demon Knights are a mixture of the bloodlines of some demons and highland mustangs, and have an extremely irascible personality. But under the influence of some secret method. On weekdays, they are as silent and smooth as their owners.

Until, the moment you step into the battlefield.

Thick smoke and sporadic fires erupted from their nostrils, and the horses neighed like raging beasts. Their iron hooves, thicker than sea bowls, surged with black-red flames, and even the muddy ground burned where they landed. The hunt's flying mane contrasts with the flying scarlet cloak. And the knights swung their spears vigorously on the blades. It also exudes a color like hot lava.

What made Dargnan even more stunned were the knights who roared loudly.

Subconsciously. He already thought that they were the same profession as himself, and he only discovered for the first time tonight that the joint charge of the original demon knights was such a magnificent scene, which made him feel an inexplicable passion.

Surrounded by dancing flames, dark red patterns spread across the knights' strong and broad bodies. It seems mysterious and inexplicable. And along with their march and battle, there are even more tyrannical fluctuations that make people palpitate.

When it is quiet, it is like a stubborn stone in the mountains, cold and hard and solemn, but when it moves, it melts into a hot magma flow in an instant. Rushing forward, its momentum is unstoppable.

Before they could charge, the hastily constructed line of defense was torn apart almost instantly. The private troops under the Marquis de Borriello could only rely on the corner towers and bunkers to resist and prevent the other party from quickly breaking into the interior of the manor.

In just a few dozen breaths, the Fire Demon Knights who served as the strikers had already arrived at the foot of the outer wall. Fortunately, the walls of the manor were relatively strong, and the knights could only besiege the wide main entrance. Relying on the watchtowers on both sides, the army under the Marquis of Borriello desperately blocked the opponent's advance.

"Hold them off, stop them!" said the old marquis, standing on the watchtower in front of the castle, hurriedly ordered, "Guard the door, and don't let them in." ”

Around the manor, he had built a defensive network hundreds of paces wide. Watchtowers, trenches, and bunkers formed a comprehensive defense system with depth, which made the old marquis quite proud on weekdays.

But what he didn't expect was that the other party actually charged along the avenue in front of the main gate, and the army that he hastily drew had already lined up to defend, but it collapsed in an instant under this violent impact.

I really didn't expect that the "Flame Demon Knight" actually had such a strong combat power. To be honest, Marquis Borriello really didn't pay much attention to Onisha's night attack before. In his heart, this is just the other party's dying struggle, he only needs to hold on for a moment, and wait for the arrival of reinforcements to completely eliminate this civil strife and officially start his own way to control An Lan.

"Has the army been transferred?" Seeing that the battle situation at the main gate of the manor was gradually stabilizing, the Marquis of Borriello finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked sideways.

"Your Excellency, don't worry," said a disheveled military attache beside him, "the scouts have already set off with our seals, and it won't be long before the Praetorian Guards we have withdrawn from the city will be able to come to their aid." ”

"That's good," Marquis Borriello barely calmed down, and shouted the order, "Order the whole army, don't take a step back, you must withstand the impact of the other party, and those who violate the order will be killed!"

It was only at this time that he discovered that although his private troops had a numerical advantage and were well equipped with weapons, their combat effectiveness was not as good as that of soldiers who had experienced war, let alone the extreme elite of the "Flame Demon Knight".

This is the Demon Warrior......

Looking at the fire-filled battlefield, Dalgnan sighed softly in the distance. With the decline of the magic system, the Demon Warriors have gradually declined. To this day, there are very few demon warriors who still appear in the world, and most of them walk in the shadows like themselves. There are even fewer armies like this that are purely composed of demon warriors.

So seeing this scene in front of him, Dargnan was inexplicably a little embarrassed.

But thinking about it, the corner of his eye has been focusing on the back of the "Fire Demon Knight", the target of his assassination this time. (To be continued......)

PS: (2nd update, 2000 words)