Boom!

With a muffled thud, a huge iron shield plunged into the ground, and the heavy force caused the tip of the shield to dig several minutes into the dirt.

Immediately after, with this shield as the base point, hundreds of giant shields were connected in a line, and at the same time, they were deeply embedded in the ground, making a uniform dull sound, like a steel wall emerging from the ground in an instant.

Then, hundreds of warriors wrapped in heavy jumpsuit armor and armed with war hammers stepped forward in unison, kneeling behind the giant shield, and the earth seemed to tremble with the sound of their feet.

These warriors were tall and tall, wrapped in silver-white jumpsuit armor, and wore covered helmets with only a "T" shaped slit on the front of the helmet for eyes to see and breathe through their nose and mouth. With a shield in one hand and a warhammer in the other, they didn't move, looking like statues of steel from a distance.

All of these warriors' breastplates were carved with a huge lightning cross emblem, which anyone with even the slightest knowledge of religion would know that it was the sacred symbol represented by the god-king Tyron in the Sidonis sect.

And there is only one kind of soldier who can use this holy emblem as an army insignia, and that is one of the three most famous Chosen Legions in the Sidonis Sect: the Armored Monk Legion!

The soldiers of this legion, all selected from the strongest and most committed monks and priests of the sect, were rigorously trained, and wore heavy armor, thus becoming a formidable presence on the battlefield.

If it were to compare the lethality and solid defense in positional warfare, any army on the continent would probably have to retreat by three points.

As the absolute trump card of the Sidonis Sect, the Armored Monk Corps has remained at the headquarters of the Gongwei Sect in the royal capital, dealing with the elite unit of the Krot army: the Central Iron Guard, so it rarely appears on other battlefields.

However, at this moment, they appeared here, what kind of enemy they were. Is it worth using such an elite of Sidonis?

If you take your eyes off these armored warriors and look at the entire battlefield, you can see that behind the iron wall formed by the armored monk corps, there is a dense sea of people.

These people were arranged in neat squares, large and small, and arranged in different positions behind the shield wall. It was orderly, and it was a neat battle formation.

From the flags fluttering between the phalanxes, it is clear that this is the army of the Sidonis. The fanatical and well-trained believers were the best soldiers, their well-dressed and well-armoured ranks, their spears raised high in the sunlight, all of them silent, their eyes solemn, and a strong murderous aura permeating the air.

This huge army numbered nearly 100,000 men, during the last war against the Federation of Rawitt. The Sidonis cult with heavy losses can still send so many troops at one time, which is probably all their elite.

So, who are their enemies?

If you look to the other side, you can see that a hundred meters in front of the Sidonis army stands a huge city.

The city stood in the center of an open wilderness, with a massive wall tens of meters high centered on the side facing the Sidonis army, extending from east to west on the east and west sides. Turn at the end of the stretch as far as the eye can see, thus encircling a huge city in a similar shape.

The wide, flat roads are like streams that flow into a huge lake. Gathered from all directions in the wilderness, the city looks like a sun radiating rays from all sides. Geographically, this megacity is unsafe, but it has one of the most convenient transportation centers in the region.

It seems that the first consideration of the original city builders was not the defense of the city, but the convenience of transportation. And the existence of this city is also to connect the transportation arteries to the four directions.

There is only one such a strange city full of merchant traits in the entire Veronica continent, and that is the capital of the Ravita Trade Federation-Sonali!

In the precarious situation in Krot's country, the Sidonis sect lined up all its elite in front of the city of Sonali. It shows their determination to make a desperate gamble and make the last move.

Once the defeat under the city of Sonali means the failure of the strategy to capture the Ravuit Federation, then the entire sect will face the catastrophe of annihilation.

Knowing the significance of this battle, the entire army, although silent, erupted with an unprecedented intensity, so solemn that it seemed that even the sun had dimmed.

Suddenly, a long horn sounded in the silence of the battlefield, and the soldiers of the two arrays began to move slowly forward. The nuns at the rear of the battlefield collectively chanted poems encouraging the warriors to fight for the god king Tyron, and the melodious chant reverberated throughout the battlefield, making the soldiers' eyes more and more determined.

At the same time, the city of Sonali responded, the flag of the Lavit Federation was hoisted high, and a group of archers appeared at the top of the wall, watching the enemy approach.

Although the necromancers have brought the entire Rawitt Federation to the ground, many mercenaries and warriors have taken up arms to defend Sonali in the face of the invasion of their homeland. Obviously, they also understand that once Sonali is lost, all that awaits them is the death of the country.

There was no reason for either side to back down, and war broke out under such circumstances.

"Shoot, kill those invaders!"

On the walls of Sonali, the mercenary officer in charge of the command shouted an order, and the archers who had been preparing for a long time released their bowstrings, and thousands of arrows flew out of the strings and flew towards the approaching Sidonis soldiers.

Pss

With a series of muffled sounds, the sect soldiers in the front row fell in unison, but with the support of fanatical religious beliefs, the soldiers in the back did not have the slightest fear, and continued to move forward.

When the defenders of Sonali had finished firing the fourth round of arrows, Sidonis' soldiers rushed under the walls. The soldiers carrying the tall ladder worked together to erect the ladder, and the iron hook at the top of the ladder bit the wall bricks, and then the sect soldiers in charge of the assault began to climb up the ladder desperately.

However, it was impossible to capture such a fortified city with the ladder alone, and the archers defending the city gave way to the flanks, still raining arrows at the enemy troops below the city. At the same time, a large number of mercenaries poured into the position in front of the ladder.

Soon. The first death squads of sectarian soldiers rushed forward, but most of them were mercilessly slaughtered before they even set foot on the walls.

The people in charge of defense are all the most elite mercenaries. These men are battle-hardened and well-armed, if in peacetime. Each of them has an extremely staggering mercenary value, and in terms of individual soldier quality, even the three chosen legions of the Sidonis sect are proud.

With them defending the city wall, it can be said that it is a real iron wall.

Ordinary sect soldiers naturally could not be the match for these elite mercenaries, and despite their most fanatical beliefs, they still could not make up for the huge difference in combat power. Although the soldiers behind continued to climb the wall, no one could gain a foothold on the city walls.

Under the skillful and efficient swordsmanship of the mercenaries, soon a large number of corpses were piled up on the wall in front of each ladder, and blood was spilling everywhere. The situation was extremely tragic.

It seemed that a strong assault of this magnitude could not shake the tight garrison of Sonali City, and even if the Sect soldiers went forward one after another, they were only sent to death.

However, the real horror lies in the future. Although the attack was almost desperate, and none of the people who climbed the walls survived, the soldiers of the sect behind showed no signs of stopping.

It was as if they had been stripped of their timidity and fear, facing an attack that they knew would be death. But he still rushed to the city wall without hesitation.

Kill one, come again. Kill it again, and two more will climb up... The soldiers defending the city were like a group of puppets who treated death as nothing.

Although the mercenaries in charge of defense are all elites who have struggled on the line of life and death countless times, and have long been numb to the killing on the battlefield, they are still unchanged in the face of such a group of enemies who are not afraid of death, even if the sword is slashed on the body. Their strong will can't help but be lost little by little.

The sword stabbed at the human body, breaking through the muscles, severing the bones, smashing the internal organs, and spurting blood from the wound without accident. Flowing down the blood groove of the sword body to the ground...

However, you can't hear the usual cries and screams, and in the face of the weapon that pierces the chest and cuts through the body, the enemy on the other side is silent, at most muffled, making you feel that you are not hitting a person at all, but just a moving, bleeding piece of flesh.

Then, the other party's blood-spewing mouth chanted the name of the god king Tyranny, his eyes jumped with fanatical flames, no matter how seriously injured he was, as long as he still had a breath, he raised the weapon in his hand and slashed it desperately, until he was completely exhausted, and then fell to the ground.

Such an opponent was enough to cut anyone's will, and gradually, the flying swords in the hands of those mercenaries slowed down, and the hands holding the hilt of the swords began to slip because of the accumulation of too much blood, and their eyes appeared hesitation and fear, and the footsteps that were originally like wooden stakes at the head of the wall began to move back unconsciously.

Not long after, with a loud scream, the mercenaries defending the city suffered casualties for the first time. After a tall mercenary pierced the body of a sect soldier, he finally had time to draw his sword and was cut off by the opponent's arm.

The mercenary with the severed arm stepped back with a frightened face, and in his eyes, the enemy who was stabbed through the body by his own giant sword, but still full of fanaticism, and could not see the slightest expression of pain, was not a human at all, but an undead who poured out of hell.

The sect soldier on the opposite side didn't care about the weapons that were still in his body, his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and he stepped on the pool of blood under his feet, and rushed towards the mercenary with his long sword.

He was not afraid of death at all, because now he had only one goal in mind, and that was to kill the enemies of the sect and take the city!

All the sectarian soldiers involved in this battle ... No, along with the 100,000 troops under the city, they all had the same convictions, and after realizing that there was no way back for the sect to which they were allegiated, they all made up their minds to die. And this is the most terrifying thing about the Sidonis army.

"Who, who, who's here to stop him!" the terrified mercenary called for help from his companions.

Several mercenaries swung their swords at all around him, but the sharp blades pierced into the body of the crazy sect soldier, but they couldn't stop him in the slightest. The sect soldier was covered in blood, and rushed forward like that, the sword in his hand raised high, and he was about to cut off the head of the severed-arm mercenary.

In a desperate moment, a tall mercenary rushed forward. With the axe in his hand, he cut off the sect soldier, and with the blood and organs rolling off, the sect soldier finally fell to the ground.

However, before the mercenary with the broken arm could breathe a sigh of relief, he only felt his ankles tighten, and when he looked down in shock, it was only the half-cut sect soldier who struggled to climb two steps. Reached out and grabbed his foot.

"Quick, pull him away, this guy is not a human at all, he is a monster!"

The mercenary with the severed arm could not bear such a terrible situation, and he let out a cry of horror as he kicked his feet desperately, trying to shake off the disciple's hand.

The mercenaries on the side hurriedly tried to break the hands of the sect soldiers, but although the others had already died, their five fingers were like iron hoops without loosening. It can't be broken at all.

In desperation, one of the mercenaries had no choice but to cut off his wrists, and then everyone took the mercenary who was on the verge of mental breakdown.

Looking at the sect soldiers who were only half on the ground, but their eyes were still full of anger, everyone around couldn't help but gasp.

Many of them had fought against the Sidonis Sect before, but the resentment of such a powerful enemy still made them shudder.

Everyone looked at each other with pale faces, what kind of opponents are we facing...

Under the constant onslaught of the Sidonis soldiers, who are not afraid of death. Casualties began to begin to appear on the defending side. Although these mercenaries are all battle-hardened elites, the enemy's indifference to death gives them a great mental shock. Many people's minds were taken away, and the most resentful of them were killed by the crazy cultists.

The commander, who noticed the strangeness on the city wall, immediately sent a new force to replace the mercenaries who had already killed and killed people. As new defenders were added, the mercenaries who had been fighting for a long time retreated to the rear, albeit with casualties compared to the enemy. They had only a few losses, but these people all looked tired, their eyes were scattered, and their expressions were filled with fear, which showed that the battle just now had given them a great shock.

The ensuing battle did not last long. With a large number of fighting attrition, the sect's offensive finally slowed down. After a short time, as the horn of retreat sounded in the Sidonis army, the remaining soldiers finally withdrew.

At this time, on the stretching city wall and under the city, corpses were piled up, blood flowed all over the ground, and the flowing blood seeped out along the cracks in the city bricks, hanging scarlet marks on the city wall.

Although the vast majority of those killed were Sidonis soldiers, the Ravit army defending the city did not see the slightest joy of victory.

The battle just now had made them clearly aware of the enemy's determination to take the city, and the enemy's terrible will to fight as a matter of nothing.

Thus, despite the victory, there was a sense of despair among the defenders.

In the face of such an opponent, can we still hold the city of Sonali? Looking at the black and oppressive enemy army outside the city, almost everyone gave a negative answer in their hearts...

On the other side, in the army of Sidonis, all the soldiers of the sect witnessed the whole process of this terrible siege, watching as the corpses were thrown from the walls and piled up under the city, while the remaining companions withdrew from the pile of dead, but none of them wavered.

All the soldiers were resolute in their eyes, and they clung to their posts without moving, and the strict battle formation did not show the slightest fluctuation, and the morale was so high that it had reached a terrible level.

At the back of the battle array, on a command platform made of logs, the commanders of the Sidonis Sect were also watching the battle that had just ended.

"Archbishop Quefard, I don't understand, this is only the first battle, the enemy is in full swing, why do you want to send two battalions of the most loyal assault soldiers to the death?"

At this time, a young commander was asking an old man with a puzzled face.

The man, known as Archbishop Quefard, was about 60 years old, tall and full of white hair. He was dressed in a robe that represented the archbishop, his face was full of muscles, the wrinkled lines were as deep as a knife, his eyes were cold and sharp, and he had the temperament of the most determined believer.

Hearing this, Quefard turned his head and glanced coldly at the commander: "No one here will send them to death, they just arrived at the paradise of the god king Tyron first." ”

Realizing the language in his words, the sweat on the commander's forehead immediately appeared, and he hurriedly said: "Yes, I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Archbishop. Forgive my ignorance, I have no intention of questioning their faith. ”

"It's okay, I see what you mean. Quefard waved his hand: "If it is an ordinary battle, I should indeed use ordinary soldiers to attack the city in turn, and wait until the enemy's strength is worn out, and then send them." But. I don't have time for that. ”

"In Krot, the army's army could attack at any time, and the few troops we left behind would definitely not be able to stop them. Hundreds of thousands of ordinary believers and their families are still stranded in the occupied areas east of Rawitt, waiting for us to capture Sonali. ”

"If we can't resolve the battle in the short term, we will be attacked from both sides, and the entire sect will have to be completely wiped out. ”

"My subordinates also understand the urgency of the matter. The commander nodded.

Gritting his teeth, he said bluntly: "However, such an attack at any cost can certainly shock the morale of the enemy. It will also consume our most elite soldiers in vain, and I am afraid that the gains will outweigh the losses. ”

The two battalions of soldiers that had just been dispatched were made up of the most committed members of the Sidonis sect. These people are truly not afraid of death, and out of crazy allegiance to the sect, they are extremely fanatical in fighting, far surpassing ordinary sect soldiers, and are the most elite warriors of the Sidonis sect except for the three chosen legions.

Such elite soldiers. Even in an army of 100,000, there are only a few battalions. Just now, Quifard had no pity to consume two of the battalions. But it only demoralized the enemy army, and did not help much in the siege, so it is no wonder that the young commander felt a great pity.

At this time, another elderly bishop on the side snorted: "No wonder Archbishop Quefard doesn't know what to do? But don't forget, it's not difficult to capture Sonali, and there is a real threat to us." It's the army of the undead that has not been seen yet. If we don't deal with them first, we won't be able to attack the city with all our might. ”

"Are you doing this, Archbishop, for—" The young commander gradually understood.

Instead of answering him, Quefard cast a resolute gaze on the blood-stained walls of Sonali: "Now, the enemy has learned our resolve. Those necromancers hidden in the city. It should also be understood that if you don't do it, the city will fall. ”

"Come out quickly, you disgusting undead. ”

At the same time, inside the city of Sonali.

In the thriving city of Sonali, the roofs stretch out like a rippling ocean, and on the side near the gates, there is a tall clock tower.

At this moment, at the top of the bell tower, Denek and the Emile were watching the battle taking place on the city wall.

"What a terrible enemy. Watching the soldiers defending the city throw the corpse of a sectarian soldier off the city wall, the emir exclaimed, "In the continent of Mojina, even the black-armored cavalry regiment of the Rulin Empire or the army of the Orc Empire do not have such an amazing will to fight. ”

"Chief, you see, the morale of our garrison has been completely destroyed. It seems that Sonali City is impossible to hold. Finally, he asserted.

Denek wasn't surprised, as it seemed that the loss of Sonali City was not a big deal for him at all. He sneered: "Those madmen sent so many people to their deaths at one time just to prove their determination to us. It seems that they are trying to force out our troops outside. ”

"And what are you going to do?" asked the emir.

Instead of answering, Denek asked, "How's your side doing?"

The emir nodded, "It's all done." ”

"Good. Denek smiled: "Well, there is nothing left to be nostalgic about this city." ”

"Are you really going to do that?" said the emir, turning his head.

Denek said without hesitation: "That's right, everything is going according to plan." You go and tell Depero and ask him to send someone to inform Edward and Cyrus, and it's good to go. ”

"Hmph, since those guys want to force out our army, it should be as they want. ”

"Understood. The emir nodded, and turned to walk under the clock tower.

After the Emile left, Denek stood alone for a few more moments. He slowly turned his head, looked at the whole picture of the city under the clock tower, and sighed at the end.

"It's a pity, but it's really impossible to keep it. But before that, we give you a taste of the horrors of the undead. (To be continued......)