Pioneering

Chapter 278 The Snipe and the Clam Fight 【Two in One】

Melco City, in a house near the city wall.

"What? Abandon the city!" Hearing John's suggestion, Dalilu slapped the table and stood up, "No, absolutely not..."

"Well, Your Excellency the Grand Duke, I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry." John tried to comfort him.

Dalilu spitting stars flew all over his face: "How can I not be in a hurry, Melco City is my Dodd family..."

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Unable to speak, John raised his hand to cover the mouth of Grand Duke Dalilu who was talking non-stop.

John stared into his already large eyes and said:

"Listen to me first, if you don't listen, I will lead my men to break through immediately, Your Excellency will lead the Dodd family to continue to defend for the glory, in the true sense of 'die' defend!
Don't forget, the Pope of the Sea God Church happened with you!

What they will do on the battlefield, and whether they will abide by the surrender regulations of the nobles, you have to think about it yourself. "

After that, John let go of his hand and stared straight into Dalilu's pupils.

John is not an aggressive character, but for Dalilu, he can see that Dalilu is the kind of person who "does great things but sacrifices his life, and sees small gains and forgets his life".

If this kind of person wants to make up his mind, he must be strong and let him feel a strong sense of crisis.

The two looked at each other for a long time, as if they were competing for something.

"You can win by abandoning the city? You want to set fire to the city? Burning the city may not be effective for the Sea God Church." Dalilu's staring skill was a little weaker, and he opened his mouth first to let off his momentum.

It's no wonder that Dalilu guessed so, it is Yaxia who has learned from the past.

"Ha, Your Excellency the Grand Duke is a little underestimating me. I still understand the reason why the current situation changes and the enemy changes. How can you expect to use fire to burn the Sea God's church army to death?" John said.

"Then how do you plan to defeat them? You have to give me a bottom line and convince me that sacrifice is worthwhile?"

John pondered for a moment, then said: "I've heard about what happened on the day of the banquet. The Sea God Church is now smashing Malco City, and most of the reason is the two artifacts in Parlor's hand. If the two collide head-on..."

Dalilu said suspiciously: "You want them to lose both? You have so much confidence in Parlor? You can see with your own eyes the power of the Sea Dragon chariot today.

There is still a full 20 elite knight army, five strong players, do you expect a blood clan Parlor who has become somewhat mutated? "

If Zhong Ming could step in and talk now, he would definitely tell him why he can't be counted on. Estonia next door has something to say.

Although John didn't know what happened in Arendelle, he still believed in Zhong Ming's words:
"...Of course, please trust my judgment. I can assure you that you will definitely win the final victory."

"Besides, the rest of Asshai's troops, after getting your pass order, are also rushing towards Melco. There are also nearly 20 extraordinary elites. All they need is time."

"So, please choose, save people and lose land, or save land and lose people?"

"There is no such thing as the best of both worlds. No matter how fast the follow-up troops arrive, it will take 20 days. We can't last so long, you should know."

Grand Duke Dalilu struggled, lost his ancestral foundation, and was still the place where his family thrived. How would history judge him?
"Citizens of the city?"

"Release it in advance. The Sea God Church not only wants the land, but also people from Melco, so as not to embarrass these ordinary people. It is also reasonable to release it and pretend to be desperately resisting." John said Gao He glanced at Dalilu.

"..." Dalilu took a deep breath, "Okay, from now on, I will entrust everything to General John. In order to win, from now on, you can deploy any resources in the city, anyone you can Command, including me!"

"I just ask you one thing." John's figure was reflected in Dalilu's pupils.

"Please tell me." John's evaluation of Dalilu couldn't help but be higher.

"You must crush those bastards hard, and you must win!" Dalilu clenched his lips tightly, a trace of blood dripping out excitedly.

He used to be someone else's younger brother, but the elder brother slapped him out of nowhere and strangled himself to death.

Thinking of what happened that night, Dalilu became furious, not to mention the Magzek nobles who were trapped with Parlor... They were all supported by the Dodd family, the foundation of the Magzek Principality!

Dalilu didn't even dare to think about it, and secretly prayed that these people were still alive. Many of them were still related to him. Without them, Magzek, who had just started to improve and hadn't had a good day for a few days, would have to become a chopping board of fat.

And all around are neighbors whose eyes turn green from the famine...

'Hate?Fighting spirit inspired by hatred? 'John looked at Dalilou thoughtfully.

"Please allow me to bring you victory."

……

For the next three days, Winklell did not attack the city at all. The two blue-clothed archbishops quarreled endlessly over the control of the Sea Dragon chariot, and refused to give up an inch. This gave Malco City a good opportunity to evacuate the citizens.

However, the spies in charge of monitoring reported the news, and the two parties who were busy fighting for power and profit did not take it to heart at all.

Just run away.

Not to mention that ordinary people ran away, even if Magzek's high-level executives ran away, it would not affect everyone's enthusiasm for getting back the artifact and seizing the Pope's throne.

The pretense of revenge for the Pope is nothing more than fooling the people. Who really likes that old guy Will riding on everyone's head?

When Parlor sucked Will, the happiest thing was the three archbishops in blue. The boss is not dead, how can his family be the boss?

However, one archbishop was overjoyed and went directly to accompany Will, otherwise this would be a tripartite seizure of power, maybe he would directly go to traditional arts and fight among himself?

Maybe, Derek, who is pretending to be sick, has just completed the mission?
The three archbishop families are "Don Siri", "Don Witt" and "Don Heiner". Each of the three families has a sky knight placed in the expeditionary army, and each of the three families has an archbishop who holds the real power in the Sea God Church. position, the three families still control a principality in the Western Continent behind their backs.

The archbishop who died in the hands of Parlor was a member of Don Witt's family, and he was also blamed for being too impatient, eager to get back the trident scepter, and win a bargaining chip for himself to sit on the Pope's throne.

As a result... he was beaten to death and sucked dry by Parlor with the trident scepter that he used as a stick.

Before entering the process of selecting the Holy Son, if the pope dies suddenly, theoretically speaking, every archbishop has the right to inherit the throne of the pope, which is also the root cause of the internal fighting.

Power is touching!

Soon, the evacuation of the ordinary citizens in Malco City was basically completed, leaving only a handful of die-hard ones who refused to leave, and John could only regretfully respect their choice.

Distributing money and food, promising military exploits and conferring titles, recalling bitterness and thinking sweetly to unite people's hearts... John has done all the preparations he can do. Unpopular.

Another three days passed, and the two archbishops of Tang Sirui and Tang Haina's family still hadn't figured it out. They simply picked up Derek, who couldn't pretend to be sick, and started the siege again.

"Kill!" A loud cry of killing erupted from the boundless Winkrel Expeditionary Army, like a ferocious beast out of the cage, about to tear at the prey in its mouth.

Generally, an army that has suffered [-]% of the battle damage without collapsing can often be called an elite, and its name can be left in the annals of history even if it is placed on Blue Star.

Even so, when the elite troops suffer such battle losses, there will be an inevitable decline in combat effectiveness and a low period of morale ups and downs.

However, the Winkrel Expeditionary Army, which suffered one-third of the battle damage and still screamed, bravely climbed to the city and seized the gate, was simply beyond the scope of ordinary elites.

The brainwashing power of faith is so terrifying!
"Hooho~"

As the two sea dragon breaths shattered the city wall again, the performance of the defenders this time was far less tenacious than last time.

You come and go, but it's more like a procedural fight.

"No, this sea dragon's breath is too strong, I can't bear it anymore!"

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

Exaggerated screams and follow-up orders, as well as the retreat steps that seemed to have been rehearsed long ago, the interception team, the retreat route, the retreat steps, the use of bunkers, the scattered retreat... can only be said to be orderly in chaos, the truth of defeat , The withdrawal is perfect.

This twisted waist change simply didn't give the Winkrel Expeditionary Force much chance to pursue and kill.

Of course, the expeditionary army that entered the city did not seem to have the momentum to form a single force. Under the leadership of the three sky knights, they faintly dispersed into three groups, and hurriedly rushed towards a certain palace in the inner city.

Facing the Pope's throne, they seemed to have entered the eighteenth princes of Luoyang City, and they were relieved.

"Hurry up, hurry up, we must grab the artifact first."

"Damn it, hurry up, don't let that old fellow Tren take the lead."

"Throw away everything except weapons, seize the artifact, and take back the family. It may not be impossible to support our pope."

Soon, the two archbishops in blue and the three sky knights gathered again in front of a palace shrouded in blue energy.

"Get rid of that traitor Parlor first, and then each has his own skills?"

"It's up to you."

After exchanging eyes, Haile Don Siri and Hayes Don Heiner turned their attention to Derek, who was at the outermost circle.

It's not that everyone looked down on Parlor. In the eyes of several people, Parlor killed Will in a sneak attack, and then used the sharpness of the trident scepter to deal with a blue-clothed archbishop who was not in good condition.

Now everyone is in good condition, there are three more sky knights, a sea dragon chariot that is more powerful than the trident scepter, and the flying dragon rides on the face, how can we lose?
Parlor is the fish on the chopping board, you can cut it however you want!
Derek scratched his head helplessly. The thing Parlor drank was the one he received from John from the second kit. His effect on that thing was much clearer than everyone in front of him.

Except for Derek, who knew him best, no one could be able to enter Parlor's bedroom quietly.

You can be promoted to a demigod by sucking enough blood, even the weakest demigod, with the current lineup of the Sea God Church, there is a risk of overturning, Derek really doesn't want to come.

There are still quite a few strong men from Winklell and Magzek trapped here, and Parlor must have sucked them dry. This is not breaking the barrier, it is clearly letting the tiger out of the cage!

"Ahem, my strength is low, although I intend to avenge the Pope, but staying here may be a burden to everyone, both psychologically and physically.

How about this, the method of breaking the barrier of Suicune's crown is... Everyone can give it a try, I don't want to be the Pope, so I'll take a step ahead. "

After all, Derek's feet felt windy, and he slipped away at the fastest speed in his life, ignoring the contemptuous gazes behind him.

As for the contempt, let's just despise it, and it's not that he forced Will to cultivate himself, he doesn't like Totana at all, and he doesn't want to be the pope of the bullshit Poseidon Church, he just wants to go back to Assia.

Derek just ran two lanes away when he heard a wanton and open roar "I'm finally free". Immediately, the sky and the earth changed color, dark clouds covered the top, and the blood-colored radiance quickly extended from behind, a world The fear of the end of the day.

"Damn it!" Derek scolded the two of them for being impatient, and took out a teleportation scroll in distress, quickly tore it open, and disappeared in place after a burst of space shaking.

Outside the city, Dalilu led the soldiers to retreat while watching the movement in the city from a distance.

Seeing such a turbulent vision of heaven and earth, it is believed that Parlor, a fierce tiger, can bring enough casualties to Winklell, a group of wolves.

This kind of imposing manner is simply not the same as a few days ago, it seems to be even better than the two beasts on the Hailong chariot.

"Water of Purity!" "Water Mist Slash!"

"Hoohoo!"

"Ah~!!!"

The sound of huge energy collisions made Dalilu and others who were still tens of miles away from the city flustered, and many frightened war horses raised their hooves and kicked off their masters on their backs, and ran around.

Terrifying coercion spread from the mushroom-shaped smoke.

"Hahaha~"

"Hey hahaha~"

"I just want to be free, I just want to live, what's wrong with me!"

"Damn, y'all damn!"

The crazy-looking Parlor covered his right eye with one hand, knelt down on one knee, roaring wantonly, facing everyone in the Church of the Sea God who had collapsed and struggled to stand up.

"Idiots, your biggest mistake is to come to me with so many burdens. Failure and death are your own choices!"

Parlor opened his mouth wide slightly, revealing a bloody mouth that was as fleshy as chrysanthemum petals. A huge suction force emanated from it, and the knights nearby and not far away burst into blood mist and were sucked into the mouth.

Ten, white, thousand, ten thousand!
Palor's aura recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was slowly increasing, while Winkrell's knight disappeared from this world at the same speed.

"Palor, since you were born, you have enjoyed the best of everything. The kingdom owes you nothing. You want to treat your country like this! This is your country!" a sky knight shouted in despair.

"My country, hehe, is yours, not mine!"

(End of this chapter)