Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 286 Bartlett

Looking down at the battlefield from high above, you will find that the clearly defined red sea is constantly surging towards a black steel jungle.

It was already difficult to distinguish who was who among them, but as the lord enveloped himself in holy light, it looked like a prince on a white horse mixed in with a group of barefoot farmers.

Mandela stood on the back of a griffin in the distant sky and watched all this. He had discussed this privately with Florina. His sister's daughter had great respect for the Lord of High Cliff Castle, saying that he was extremely talented in commanding small-scale wars and was so powerful that he once defeated three hundred frenzied Minotaurs by himself.

But just knowing and seeing it with your own eyes are two completely different things. This visually impactful effect cannot be expressed in words at all.

What Mandela did not expect was that the other party's holy light cultivation was actually so high.

Although he did not practice the "Book of Holy Words", the old fellow from the Holy Light Church was no better than him, while the Lord of High Cliff Castle was still very young and had a bright future.

"Tsk tsk, this young man." Mandela looked at the other party holding a broadsword as wide as a door panel, and swept it lightly. The front was suddenly empty, and those demons fell to the ground like broken sugarcanes.

He couldn't help but touch his bald head that shone brightly in the sun. "If he joins the Elite Red Swordsman Group, he will definitely be able to take charge. Maybe even my position will be given to him."

"Master Mandela, don't even think about it." Bergdorf smiled and looked at a girl next to him: "Master Levi has already joined the Holy Light Church."

"Oh?" General Mandela looked at Fadil: "But didn't I hear that he was just a figurehead?"

There was a smile on his face, clearly showing his intention to snatch the person away.

After all, anyone who ignores this good opportunity will definitely have his eyes poked out by the goblin with his grandmother's embroidery needle.

"In fact, this is just a rumor." Fadil's cherry mouth opened and closed, revealing half of her beautiful face without any expression: "The Holy Light Church is already preparing to establish Levi as the Son of God. We are just waiting to deal with these demons this time, and then we will go to Gunda to complete all this."

Her skills in telling lies, both true and false, have already been learned from someone else.

"Really? But hasn't the Holy Light Church established a Holy Son for a thousand years?" Mandela was still unyielding. "And according to the teachings of the Holy Light Church, the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter will be united."

He stared with burning eyes at the cool and pure girl next to him who seemed untouched by the dust of the world.

In the past when the Paladins almost monopolized an era, the Holy Lady of the Holy Light Church was responsible for managing the priests who learned spells, while the Son of God was the leader of the Paladins.

There is no doubt that no matter whether it is the Saint or the Son of God, their Holy Light talents are top-notch and they are also the most beloved by the Goddess of Holy Light.

Therefore, in order to make the Holy Light Church more prosperous, the two most talented people would get together in the hope of giving birth to offspring who would inherit the talents of their father or mother, or even surpass the talents of both.

This method is actually time-tested.

The son of a mouse can only be a mouse, and the offspring of a dragon can only be a dragon.

Although there are many sons of mice who can become monsters far superior to their peers.

But the probability of this happening is too low, and it is unlikely that one will appear in a hundred years.

After the decline of the Paladins, the Son of God was completely reduced to a mere ink that left a heavy mark in history.

"If your significant other is someone who is so talented and has such a great character, then no saint in the history of the Holy Light Church would refuse." At this point, Fadil's calm face finally turned slightly red, but no one noticed: "I am no exception."

"Damn, this kid is really lucky." Mandela touched his bald head, very depressed: "I think I'm not bad either, I have muscles and good looks..."

He suddenly understood why the other party was so popular. "Well, I admit that I am indeed three points inferior to him in this regard."

You know, this saint is called "the daughter of the goddess" in Gunda, which shows how beautiful she is.

The royal relatives and nobles pursuing her were enough to line up from Gonda to the Holy Sith Kingdom, and even the prince was one of them, but none of them were in the eyes of the girl.

Now, it is instead paying tribute to a country bumpkin lord who has risen from the countryside.

In fact, what really depressed Mandela was that Florina kept talking about the Lion Hunter Knight, and there was probably something unclear between the two of them.

The feeling of having both of his golden flowers plucked was like eating a whole lemon for a bachelor like him.

The selected swordsmen carried by the griffin knights looked at their instructor's smart head without hair and face that could scare a child to tears, and all curled their lips - is that inferior? He really knows how to flatter himself.

If we only consider the appearance, the other party is an elf, then our instructor can only be considered a goblin, and a goblin who has no self-awareness at that!

"What are you looking at?" Mandela was immediately furious. "When I was young, I was a famous handsome man in my hometown!"

"Hahaha, I guess the boss' hometown must be a small village with a few thousand people."

"Of course not. Even in my village of a few hundred people, I am still very handsome."

Amidst laughter, the Griffin Knights, along with the Lionheart Elite Red Swordsman, Fatih, and Bergdorf flew quickly towards the Hengduan Mountains in the distance.

Their mission is more important, which is to eliminate the last remaining demons in the Hengduan Mountains and close the space channel.

The only thing worth worrying about is the Balrog, which is a real legendary creature in the abyss. Fatih and Bergdorf are both high-level spellcasters, and Mandela's own fighting spirit has reached a master level comparable to the two.

But no one dared to guarantee that they could deal with the other party.

……

At the same time, within the Hengduan Mountains.

This mountain range spans the entire southern border of Debe, completely separating the Holy Sith Kingdom from the southern border.

It was filled with huge pine needle forests that were so thick that two people could hug them. There were rugged rocks and many wild beasts. Even magical beasts could be seen everywhere in the depths.

Unfortunately, at this moment, most of this mountain range is controlled by the demons.

In the center, there is a huge stone gate that is more than ten blades high. There is a strange red light on all four sides. If you look closely, you will find that the inside is barren, filled with magma and yellow sand. Densely packed demons are looking forward to the green mountains and forests on the other side. Their scarlet eyes are full of greed and ferocity, enough to make people's scalps numb and tremble.

With this portal as the starting point, the surrounding huge trees were chopped down one after another, and an area built with stones was cleared out.

In the center of this area, there stood a tall throne of bones, with a huge and terrifying figure standing above it, overlooking the two figures below.

It was a creature with a pair of horns. Its arrogant expression was enough to make everyone bow their heads, and the wings behind it were wide enough to cover its entire body.

This monster had the body of a Hittite, and even when it was sitting, it was still three blades tall. Its body was like a piece of fine steel that had been hammered and tempered a thousand times, as if the gods had used all their careful carving on it.

It wears a set of armor that glows bright red. It is made of Abyssal Hell Ingots. Besides being indestructible, it can also amplify its own fire elemental spells.

At its feet was a huge flaming sword that was twice taller than it, and probably weighed tens of thousands of pounds. Only a creature with the power to destroy the world could use it so easily as a weapon.

"You tiny and lowly creature, report your identity to me?" The voice of the huge and terrifying figure was like the rolling thunder in the sky on a dark rainy night. Its eyes looked down on everything, like a giant high on the Thunder Cliff scanning the ants below.

This figure is none other than the Balrog who is guarding the portal. Only the top warrior among these demons can have the ability to destroy the world.

“We are believers of the Faceless God, a group of poor people wandering in the darkness with nowhere to go.” The hooded figure below knelt on the ground and replied respectfully.

"Why don't you dare show your true face to others?" Its voice rumbled like angry thunder.

"Sir, we are believers of the Faceless God. We have ugly faces, which would insult your noble and respected status." The thin figure said neither humble nor arrogant.

"Tell me your purpose and take off that hat that's covering your face!" The Balrog seemed to believe him and grinned, "If you close the portal to investigate the situation here, or if you are so bold as to seek benefits for yourself, I, Bartley Fiat, the chief marshal of the Western Demon Army, 'Abyss Melting Soul', will roast you weak bugs with scorching flames and feed you to my Abyss Melting Hounds!"

"Please allow me to explain, sir!" The hooded man took off his hood, revealing a face without eyebrows and nose. Even the remaining eyes and mouth were distorted and extremely ugly.

"We don't dare to go against you. Our purpose of coming here is to help you successfully enter this world."

"Ever since the gods we believe in were desecrated and sealed by humans, we have hated them! We are always thinking about how to destroy these damned blasphemers."

"What a bunch of ugly creatures!" Bartley seemed to be sighing and mocking.

I don't know if he was mocking the fact that they were the same kind of people but were now thinking about how to deal with each other, or if his cowardly and incompetent appearance was really disgusting.

"I know the gods you believe in, and they share our beliefs." Bartli said this first, and then continued, "But you lowly creatures, how dare you say you will help us? You are not even a dog!"

"Sir, please allow me to explain. We are not underestimating you." The hooded man continued, "It is undeniable that you are powerful, but the fortress is too strong to be breached by manpower. And now humans have sent reinforcements, which will arrive soon. By then, the situation will become more critical."

"Therefore, we decided to help you open the city gates and completely eliminate these humans!"

"Oh?" Bartley was a little surprised.

It is not stupid. The reason why it has not taken down the Bone Fortress for so long is partly because it has to stay here, but it also indirectly shows how easy it is to defend and difficult to attack this fortress.

Opening the city gate itself is very dangerous, after all, there are still a lot of damn humans in the city.

If it is really opened and they occupy the fortress to defend, they will be invincible.

In order to buy time and allow the portal to be completely stabilized, it is worth taking some risks.

"When are you going to act?" it asked.

"The plan is tonight when the moon is high and the night insects are quiet." The hooded man said respectfully.

"I promise you, lowly ant." Bartley quickly made a decision: "Sign this contract, then cheer, jump, and be grateful. This is my reward to you."

It waved its hand, and a contract that had been prepared long ago appeared in its hand. It wrote its name on it first, and then threw it down.

This is the soul blood contract of the abyss. After signing, neither party can violate it. Once violated, they will face the bitter consequences of lifelong regret.

Bartley would not trust a human being so easily, so he looked down at the hooded man kneeling on the ground with a grin.

The huge hand has already climbed onto the hilt of the flaming sword. If the human below has the slightest hesitation,
Then its "Deegan's Howl" will send him to hell!

However, what it did not expect was that the other party did not hesitate at all and quickly signed his name on the contract which was almost a slave treaty.

The contract also turned into two balls of light and entered the heads of the two men respectively. Bartley felt that the contract had taken effect, and both of them were restricted by a special force.

"Very good, humans hope that you can really do as you said." Although Babuli was a little surprised, after seeing that the other party really signed the contract, his tone softened a little, but the arrogance on his face became more and more obvious.

The hooded man bowed respectfully before turning and leaving.

The Balor Flame Demon kept watching the other's back until it disappeared from his sight, then he looked towards the horizon.

It will only take five days, and by then the portal will be reinforced and completely stable, and more powerful demons will be able to pass through, instead of being forced to let only a few skinny guys pass through because the space gate is too weak.

……

The battle on the main battlefield was also very intense, with both sides trying hard to push the front line towards their opponents.

Life and blood here seem to be as cheap as air, being consumed at an alarming rate every moment.

In this huge battlefield, Gaoya Castle is like a reef standing in the sea, standing still despite the storms and waves.

If the six-armed snake demon could still barely resist a little, then ordinary demons really had no power to fight back. The orc barbarians didn't even attack them intentionally. They could cut them in half one after another with just a casual swing of the giant axe.

The lord was guarding a gap deliberately left in the steel formation of Gaoya Castle. Every time he swung his sword, countless fresh flesh and blood and broken limbs were seen. Countless corpses had already covered the ground.

(End of this chapter)