Warlock Royal Family

On the front of the Sistine Chapel, Frundsberg is commanding the troops to launch a new round of attack towards the enemy.

With the advantage of the height of the steps, and the limited space on the battlefield, coupled with the firm defense of the Swiss, in the past half an hour, the progress of the United Kings** was negligible, and the attackers could not even create a stable bridgehead on the steps. arrive.

From Frundsberg's point of view, there is absolutely no need to storm this building of great political and cultural significance. Defending it gives the Swiss a sense of mission like martyrdom.

After roughly controlling the entire city of Rome, reconciliation with the chosen Pope is a consistent method of struggle between the royal family and the Holy See.

Except for Barbarossa, who was still a mortal Frederick Hohenstaufen who once slaughtered in Rome, even if the other imperial troops entered Rome, they would not launch a fierce attack on the distinguished cardinals and the true pope .

But Ladislaus sternly ordered him to conquer this central stronghold of resistance and destroy all resistance from the Church of Rome.

Although he disagreed with Ladislaus' tactics, he carried out his orders firmly.

Seeing that the emperor arrived with the Spanish army, they still failed to cut through the Swiss front.

Seeing the frosty expression of Ladislaus behind him, Frenzberg gritted his teeth and pushed the crowd away with his sword.

Meanwhile, in the distance, another powerful warrior was watching him.

Although Florentino and Frenzberg have always served the Habsburg family together, this is the first time they have fought together on the same battlefield.

"Yellow Dragon Knight! It's the Yellow Dragon Knight!"

"We must win! Yellow Dragon Knight!"

Regarding the latest publicity campaign of "Yellow Dragon Knight", although Florentino has never shown an indifferent attitude in front of others.

Although most people would not mention Frenzberg in front of him, occasionally some young people would ask comparative questions.

He always answered that way.

"He killed the perfect knight. He deserves such an honor."

"Don't say that there are many people helping him. Kill Bayar. No amount of people is too many."

"If you want to kill me, you must mobilize all your forces. The escape ability and survivability of top warriors are extremely strong, not to mention how powerful the final dying blow will be. If there are fewer people, accidents will inevitably happen. .”

"It doesn't hurt his honor even if he fights alone. The Tarasque armor is even more part of his strength."

This has always been his elegance and poise, and it is also his true thinking.

How powerful the perfect knight Bayar is, and how dangerous it is to compete with this guy, Florentino knows best.

Besides, he only cares about serving his own monarch and country.Other false names and so on are nothing but fleeting thoughts.

At least that's what he thought until today.

But when he heard Frenzberg in khaki heavy armor today, all the United Kingdom soldiers and some Spanish soldiers shouted like a tsunami, he felt an unprecedented strange emotion.

For him, it was so strange that it took Florentino dozens of seconds to realize what emotion it was.

envy!

Yes, it is jealousy.

For many years, the Grand Master of the Spanish court felt this emotion again.

He really couldn't remember the last time he had this kind of emotion. He was a genius among his classmates since he was a teenager. Few of his teachers could persist for more than six months before being defeated by him.In the Pyrenees, he had killed countless strange monsters and excellent French warriors.

But this time.He is really jealous, although because of his indifferent nature, this emotion is still not strong, but it is really there.

This little bit of jealousy, like a spark in an oil barrel, sparked a lot of anger.

Only others have ever been jealous of my talent and invincibility. When did I, Florentino, be jealous of others? !

Although I, Florentino, have swords and armor, and even boots made from the bodies of false gods in the New World, none of them can compare to the armor of Terrasque.

Although I, Florentino, have slain many mighty enemies, and even the wild beasts of the mountains fear my fierceness, none can compare with Bayar.

'I am the best warrior of this era, and I am Florentino. With this emotion, Florentino jumped up the steps with a loud roar, regardless of the fact that he had been fighting all night.

The white-haired "protecting the country" warrior, with layers of Swiss halberds on his back, threw himself into their dense phalanx.

The Swiss protect each other very effectively. Although he also has the best armor in Spain, this armor that fully guarantees flexibility does not completely protect his whole body.

There were still more than a dozen bullet holes pierced where the armor was not enough, and several of them were pierced through at both ends.

But he didn't lose much blood, a white light lit up from his feet, and then spread to his whole body.

Cortes, the conqueror of the Aztec Empire, presented him with many treasures in order to please the great man in the Madrid court. Gifts, sinews and hearts of false gods, forged.

Florentino has spoken for him at the State Council many times over the past few years, asking for priority support for his theater.

Therefore, Madrid gave Cortez the most reinforcements and supplies, and he had a clear conscience, because he actually recognized that Cortez's talent was indeed worthy of those support, and he would accept his gift.

And now he is using this piece of equipment to start a massacre among the Swiss.

The Swiss way of fighting puts a lot of emphasis on formation, and this way of charging with a strong character is one of the best ways to break their formation.

The Swiss halberds could no longer exert their power at close range, so they could only besiege Florentino with their short knives and daggers.

This can't threaten Florentino at all. Although the purple light on them provides various bonuses including "strength of a bull", "elegance of a cat" and "toughness of a bear", they are still completely unthreatening Florentino.

Although the Spanish boss has only a little space, he can move around like this, and he can't be attacked again.

But his sword did not fail once, and every swing would take the life of a Swiss, their formation was too dense.

But even if they were stuck by their companions and couldn't let go of the sword in front of them, these Swiss didn't retreat. They knew that this must not be separated, and only by standing together can they have a chance of survival.

They have already worn down the morale of many United Kingdom troops. As long as they repel the Spaniards a few times, it is possible to fight for a minimum peace negotiation for the true election of the Pope.

At the very least, it can make the Pope really choose not to admit defeat completely. Even if he is the winner, the emperor has to kneel in front of the Pope.

To do this, it is necessary to block the combined army of the Habsburg family here.

Even if you want to be decapitated by Fengrui's epee, you can't take half a step back!

At this moment, countless Swiss people are constantly praising Cyric's holy name with their lives. (To be continued..)