The big feet condensed by the green light began to kick the walls again.

Now, the defenders have also come to their senses, and it is inevitable that the city wall will be broken this time. There was no one left on the thin wall, and all the musketeers gathered on the flank, waiting for the Greenskins to rush up and strike hard. Behind the city walls, the soldiers had already dragged in the cannons with very quick movements, and arranged the equipment for all kinds of street fighting. And put up a defensive fence in front of the greenskin's breach. The work went well, for it was not the militia that was ready to meet the enemy, but the few regular troops in the city of Oren.

The magic lasted for a long time, and by the time the walls had finally been breached, the defenders of the city had completed all their preparations. Groups of musketeers climbed to the top of the houses and formed crossfire with the walls. The musketeers were well-trained, loaded with bullets and waited silently. Once the greenskins rush in, it's the equivalent of rushing into a death trap.

On the city wall, a whole line of gunsmoke rose with the sound of gunfire, indicating that Greenskin had launched a charge.

"Calm down, everyone, wait for my orders!" shouted one of the officers in a hoarse voice. "The halberders march forward to cover the artillery! The artillerymen adjust their direction! The musketeers must not shoot without an order!"

But this time it wasn't the greenskins who rushed in. A large, creature of a rough and ugly appearance squeezed in through the breach of the wall with clumsy and bizarre steps. That's a troll! This muscular monster wields a crude but deadly club. It was so close that one could even see its ears flapping back and forth, its roaring bloody mouth, and its face with skin like stone.

"First team, fire!"

A burst of gunfire echoed over the city for a long time. The monster stopped in place, its body covered with bullet holes like honeycombs from the round of fire. For most creatures, such a serious injury is fatal enough. But the trolls weren't among them! The troll's wounds immediately began to heal, and the terrifying beast let out a deafening roar of rage and pain, and rushed at the musketeers who had just beaten it with great pain. Its long arms and stick length make it easy to hit musketeers on rooftops.

There was a sudden silence on the battlefield, and only the roar of the officers still echoed in the air.

"Second team fires!"

There was another neat burst of gunfire. This time, too, the troll was beaten back a few steps, but the wounds on his body still healed quickly. At least a hundred bullets hit the troll, but the effect was similar to throwing a hundred rotten eggs. Nothing but provoke the other party.

The troll rushed to the makeshift fence in front of him and began trying to smash it with his club. While it was doing this work, no one bothered him anymore. The musketeers calmly reloaded there, while the gunners of the three cannons carefully adjusted their cannons.

The troll destroyed the fence with a barrage of slams. As it tried to re-attack over the breached fence, the cannon fired.

Smoke and flames erupted from the muzzle, and three solid shells knocked the massive monster straight out of the air, causing it to collapse to the ground like a pile of mud that had been thrown onto the wall. The shells were accurate, and the troll's chest had a large, terrible hole. But this damage could not defeat the troll's regenerative power, and its massive wounds healed from the edge at a recognizable rate.

"Fire Bolt, fire!" The crossbowman, who had been on standby on one side, shot a row of fire bolts at the immobile troll. It's the attack that's deadly. The troll's near-immortal regenerative abilities were halted by the flames, and the monster let out a terrifying wail of death.

A second wave of smoke rose from the walls. Then several orcs rushed into the city brandishing their weapons. But it must be said that they came a little too late. By this time, the musketeers had reloaded, and once again aimed at the gap in the wall. If the orcs had worked well with the trolls, they would have almost posed a considerable threat to the defenders.

That, of course, was "almost".

"All fire!"

Several waves of bullets knocked down the orcs who rushed in. But the musketeers did not even have time to enjoy the joy of victory, and panicked shouts rang out from the walls. Then one heard a loud, dull thud on the walls, which shook with the sound. Some of the militiamen with muskets at the head of the city even fell from the shaking of the walls.

The walls shook more and more, and the edge of the gap collapsed again, becoming wider. The two giants strode into the city.

"Spider!" someone exclaimed. I don't know when it happened, a group of goblins riding on colorful spiders had sneaked over the city wall and appeared on the flanks. The spiders easily climbed onto the rooftops and rushed towards the musketeers with their slender feet! Several goblins emerged from the gap and poured into the city like a tidal wave. With the giants playing the striker, the goblins have also become bold. The giants began to move sideways to avoid the angle of the cannon's shots, and headed towards the path that the trolls had made. Behind, more goblins were rushing in through the gaps in the walls that had been smashed by the giants.

The defenders immediately realized that this was not a tentative offensive planned by Ji Lu, but that this time the greenskin had made a capital move! In the sound of a neat trumpet, the halberd raised his weapon and faced the unstoppable giant.

Then a song was heard on the battlefield, and then a creature with wings on its back, four arms, and a faint glow floated from behind. The light was faint, but it was not noticeable even in daytime. It was from the mouth of this creature that the song came out.

"Angel!" someone exclaimed.

The angel was suspended in the air at a height of half a man, and in a blink of an eye, he had rushed in front of the halberders, and in the blink of an eye, he had rushed in front of the halberd soldiers, and met the giants who were charging towards him and wielding his stick.

The giant swung his stick and smashed the mountain into the angel with a single blow. This blow was enough to smash ten knights in full armor, along with their armor and horses.

The angel, however, was unscathed, just a little backwards. If one had taken a closer look at the process, they would have noticed that the stick had stopped when it was still a short distance away from the angel's body, as if it had hit some kind of invisible and indestructible obstacle.

Then a long sword made of light appeared in all four of the angel's hands—perhaps not the right one, for it was longer than a spear. With a single wave of one of the angel's arms, it seemed that with a single wave of his hand, he caused a huge wound on the giant's hand that even the giant could not ignore.

The next second, the cannon fired. This was actually because the gunners were so surprised by the divine miracle that they unconsciously lit the fire door. Mounted shotguns burst out of the barrels, covering the angels and giants in front of them with a storm of metal.

At this distance, no creature is spared – theoretically. But as stated in the canons of the Church, angels are not harmed by any human being because of their divine nature. The giant could not withstand the terrible damage of the cannon and collapsed, but the angel did not get even a trace of dust on it. She didn't even stop and kept going. Her mouth was still singing a sacred song, and she met the spider cavalry. Lightsabers intertwine into a storm of death.

......

"Greenskins have stepped up their offensive these days?" Karl asked nonchalantly as he fiddled with the strange machinery at hand.

Compared to the last time we met, the thing in the archbishop's hand has become more complicated and strange. This "drill bit" has been embedded with a lot of glittering metal sheets, and the metal pieces and wires seem to glow regularly.

"The angel appeared. Perrin said cautiously. The Greenskin's attack came out of nowhere, and without any temptation, he threw himself directly into the elite troops. In fact, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of the angels, perhaps the Greenskins would have been able to hold a firm foothold in the city today...... Maybe tomorrow, they can conquer the whole city.

And the angels ...... Many people think that it is just a matter of legend, but the high-ranking people in the church know very well that angels are real, and just like the legend, they have invincible divine power, and they have all witnessed the divine posture of angels in the underground of the Great Temple. The gods of the astral field sent that angel to guard the artifact. Ever since the establishment of this eternally vigilant guard, the Church has never had to worry about the safety of the relics.

However, this angel does not accept the commands of humans—she does not even communicate with humans at all. Everyone said that angels only receive God's commands, and humans cannot let her do anything. Therefore, whether it was Comer or Perlan, they never considered the combat power of the angels when organizing the city defense.

Karl didn't show any surprise, just smiled.

"Archbishop ......" Perrin looked at the other man's face, "I think ......"

"I sent her. Karl finally put down what he was holding, "How's the result? If that vampire wants to conquer Oren City with such a group of green skins, he is delusional!"

Perrin swallowed hard. In fact, he had long expected that the sudden appearance of the angel must have something to do with the archbishop, but the archbishop's straightforward admission made him still a little surprised. From this point of view, Carl was favored by the gods of the star field far more than people imagined. He can even command the angels directly!

Rumors of Angels appearing on the battlefield today have spread throughout the city, boosting the morale of the defenders. Everyone is talking about how the angels descended from the sky, and how they defeated the greenskins in a very short time with the power of the divine. According to the rumors of the excitement of the soldiers who had participated in the battle, the angel had thunder in his hand and killed two giants, five or six trolls, and a large group of spider cavalry with lightning speed. The troll's vaunted ability to regenerate means nothing to the angels.

What's more, no matter what weapon Greenskin has, it can't hurt the angel in the slightest. Giants and trolls' sticks, goblins' bows and javelins, orc's machetes and battle axes, everything fell like dust in front of the angels. Witnessing this indescribable miracle, even the militia regained their courage. Greenskin's assault was quickly repulsed.

"Archbishop, if you can command the angels ......," Perrin said involuntarily. "So what are we afraid of? We can ......"

"The time has not come. Carl picked up the strange machine again, a smug smile on his face. "Wait another day or two. Not only do we want to win, but we also want to root out that vampire and never suffer again!"