"Ahh

Fromion roared wildly and swung his sword again and again, cutting down the approaching enemies one by one, the armor was already red with blood, and the body was numb, leaving only instinctive fighting.

The valiant prince felt as if he had fallen into a blood-colored vortex, his hearing was completely useless, and his surroundings were completely blood-colored, and he had been caught in the middle of the enemy.

He really didn't expect that these enemies of no more than 100 were so difficult, weird and crazy, these guys in rudimentary almost tattered armor were afraid of death in the face of cavalry charges, and dared to counterattack the cavalry, even if they were hacked to death, trampled to death, and knocked to death, as long as there was still a breath, they would hold on to everything that could be pulled, and the force was surprisingly large, whether it was horses or soldiers, once they were entangled and stopped, the final outcome was to be completely overwhelmed by the swarming enemy.

Caught off guard, the three hundred cavalry led by Flomien suffered heavy losses, and his own mount was also knocked down by these enemies during the charge, and even he himself fell into the midst of the enemy, and for a time faced great danger.

Bang!

A blow of the hammer slammed into Frommien's muscular armor-like back, staggering and causing him to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

However, this blow also made Flomien's mind clear for a while, and he immediately accelerated forward with the force of his back, pressed his shoulders against the unprepared enemy in front of him, knocked them away, and swung a sword to slash the heads of the enemies who were about to attack in front of him, and then rolled forward on the spot, and instantly his eyes were cheerful.

He was temporarily out of the encirclement!

"Black Death!" Flomien yelled. While plunging his sword into the chest of another enemy who met him.

As he kicked the corpses of his enemies strung across his sword with his feet, a high-pitched scream rang out from not far away, and quickly approached Flomien.

The tall, muscular Dark Pony Man rises to his feet and kicks an enemy who tries to attack his master from behind, then jumps up and kicks around Flomien to kick away enemies who try to surround him again, creating space for Flomien.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Flomien soared into the air, landed accurately on the back of the black death warhorse, and rushed out of the enemy's position.

"Follow me. Turn! Poke these beasts in the ass!"

See Flomien reappear. The cavalrymen, who had become a little flustered by his disappearance, were demoralized and regrouped at the order of the Grand Prince, chanting slogans of glory and charging at the humiliating enemy......

......

"Captain. What kind of monsters are these?" Clemi kicked the spider monster that was no longer moving. Some curious inquiry.

Gehr didn't reply right away. Instead, he walked over to the monster's corpse, pulled out a few arrows that had pierced its head, and chose what could still be used and put back in the quiver. Then he looked carefully at this monster that was dead and looked unusually hideous.

This monster is mixed up and down, and there are no valuable clues.

After a long time, Gehr suddenly drew his sword, stabbed into the monster's head and began to cut horizontally. Faced with this bloody and disgusting scene, for a while, except for a few people who were used to seeing blood, the others suddenly felt a burst of stomach discomfort, and even a few ran to the wall and vomited.

Gell didn't care about the reactions of these people, but carefully manipulated the long sword in his hand, and carefully cut through the scalp and tissue structure of the monster like a skinning knife, and it didn't take long to reveal the head skeleton hidden inside.

Sure enough, ...... brought the torch to the monster's skull, scooped some water to wash away the black blood on it, and Gehr soon found the faint symbols carved into the skeleton and some nicks. "Alchemy symbols, black blood, surgical traces...... It's an alchemical creature. ”

"Alchemical creatures?" Clemi leaned over and looked curiously at the symbol on the skull.

"It's a new species created by combining different species with alchemy......" Glancing at the look of Klemi beside him who seemed to understand whether he understood or not, Gehr gave him a simple explanation: "You just think that this thing is a combat tool created by man, and it is essentially no different from the weapon in your hand." ”

In Salorath's private library, Gehr had seen this kind of material, because he was very interested in the semi-alchemical product of the Silver Radiance Iron Guard, and he also spent some time researching, although he was not very proficient in this aspect, but he also had a certain understanding, and with several obvious characteristics of alchemical creatures, it was no problem to recognize it.

Unlike the Silver Radiant Iron Guard, which still has human consciousness, this monster is no different from a beast, of course, its combat power is much stronger than the Silver Radiant Iron Guard, but now this monster is in the wrong place, it should appear on the battlefield, the huge force is enough for it to wear a special super thick armor, once it forms a scale on the battlefield, its combat effectiveness is almost unstoppable.

Gehr stood up, gestured, and stabbed his sword again, this time targeting the junction of the upper and lower halves of the monster's body.

Then there was a standard set of dissecting procedures, and the skeletal pattern in the monster's body, which seemed to be forcibly kneaded together, appeared in front of Gehr.

"Let's go, I don't know who sent this thing, and I don't know how many there are left, so it's best to get out of the waterway quickly. ”

After memorizing the images and seeing that they were of little other value, Gehr turned around and prepared to leave the place.

"Klemi, hurry up!"

Ida, who had followed Gell a few steps, suddenly noticed that his brother had not followed, and immediately turned his head to find him crouched beside the ugly alchemy creature, not knowing what Lu Dao was up to.

"Right away...... All right!" Clemi stood up after a moment and returned to his brother's side, with an extra arthrop nearly a man tall in his hand.

"What are you doing with this?" Date looked at the cold light that was still sharp at the tip of the arthropod, puzzled by her brother's behavior.

"I think this material is good, I'll carve a few souvenirs when I have time......"

"Whatever you want, hurry up, let's catch up with the captain and them. ”

"Good. ”

"Why did you stop again?" turned and took a few steps. Date noticed that her brother hadn't followed.

"Oh, nothing, here it is. Facing the darkness of the cave, Clemi looked inside with a strange expression, and when he heard his brother's words, he quickly turned around and followed.

......

After Gehr and his party left, darkness and tranquility took over the cave again.

Suddenly, a black mass appeared next to the alchemical creature's corpse.

The fire lit up, and the thing was revealed, a man shrouded in black robes. The face is not clear in the shadow of the hood.

"What a shit......" The icy voice poured out from the shadow of the hood.

"The defects of the actual combat record of Subject 2 are: 1. Poor flexibility, 2. Too low intelligence, 3. Serious structural defects, 4. Rapid decay of the life of the experiment...... Suggested improvement direction 1、......"

The black-robed man took out a notebook. Open it and record all he had collected on a blank page.

"It's a strange combination of the Seventeen Princesses and the people of Ingrid's Church, and the man who can kill Subject Two on his own. How do you feel a little familiar? Have you seen it somewhere?"

The black-robed man stood still for a moment. Then extinguish the fire.

"Don't think about that anymore. Reply the data to the tutor first. Hopefully Kobol will have a better harvest there. ”

A faint sound of water sounded and faded away.

......

The battle in the palace district has finally come to an end.

Flomion panted and led his men around the battlefield, even if they were as strong as him, after many successive lead charges. I can't help but feel tired.

In front of him were scattered corpses and black blood pooled into streams, and the bright red blood dripping from his hands was quickly assimilated by these blacks.

Being able to stand here and tidy up the battlefield already means that the victorious side is on the side of the eldest prince, but nearly half of the casualties also show the difficulty of this battle.

As for the enemy, in retrospect, Flomien also felt a chill. These enemies have no idea of surrender at all, not even negative emotions such as fear, they are just like machines, either kill their opponents or die themselves, there is no third option, as long as there is a breath, the instinct to fight does not seem to go away.

Flomien crouched down beside an enemy and lifted his visor, revealing a male face with skin as gray as a rock, his whole head was bare, not only hair, but also eyebrows and beard, like a bare chicken plucked out of boiling water, and even more peculiar was the crisscrossing scars on his head, densely packed, in the style of abstract paintings made by postmodernist artists.

Lifting the masks of the remaining enemies again, just like the previous one, gray skin, bare heads, and many scars, anyway, how can they not come like normal people.

Seeing that nothing could be studied for the time being, Flomien stepped aside, leaned on his mount, and watched his men begin their post-war work.

Cleaning the battlefield, rescuing the wounded, and so on were almost done, when Flomien noticed a rush of horses' hooves coming in this direction.

After a while, he saw his brother Volanagan riding a horse galloping.

"Big brother, the main force of the Traveling Council has appeared, and it is storming the card......" The third prince, who came to Flomien, jumped off his horse and directly told the important intelligence information.

Syllable!

The sword slammed into the ground, bending to the side to the extreme after colliding violently with the marble floor, and at the end of the day, the scarred sword broke off from the middle of the sword body with a piercing sound.

"How long will it last?" asked Flomien in a deep voice, throwing away the broken sword in his hand.

"At most, until dawn, when they can better concentrate their forces to attack, it will be difficult for us to hold on. ”

Flomien was silent for a moment, his eyes glinting ominously.

"I'll take people to defend it myself, and you gather all the people in the palace who can still move......"

Flanagan looked into his eldest brother's eyes, knowing that he had nothing to say yet.

"Go west, into the mountains, take everything you can with you. ”

"What about the ones that can't be taken away?"

"Our Anslin family's things will never be cheap for them!"

The eldest prince looked at the civilian area at the foot of the mountain, and his eyes were filled with fire. (To be continued......)