Heart of the Castle

Chapter 459 Siege, Divine Might, Frustration
Although the Earl of Ansair can be regarded as a commander who is used to fighting, and the two noble qualities of bravery and wisdom exist in him at the same time, there are certain gaps in his judgment on the belated arrival of the demon army. error.This is not because his experience is not rich enough, and his mind is not sharp enough, but the serious lack of intelligence makes him not get enough evidence.

The demon army did not pursue the king's army in the middle, but allowed the defeated army to retreat back to the Holy White Rock Fort. This was not because they planned to wipe out all the high-level people in the Kingdom of Arthur, but because of a major event that happened in Queensland City. Slow down the pace of their attack.

The demon army responsible for luring the right-wing king army of the Kingdom of Arthur into Queensland City, and encircling and annihilating its remnants after the trap set by the deceased was activated, was attacked by the intruding natural disaster plague magic after completing the set goal.The result was a huge loss that was almost unbearable for the demon side. The powerful Balrog Marquis Ifrit died in battle, and his army of [-] demons collapsed. Less than one tenth of them survived the natural disaster and plague.

When the news came, it immediately caused a deep crack in the already unstable alliance between the demon and the deceased. The demon troops who were about to chase the king's army in the middle even had to stop to take precautions, and cast their vigilant eyes on the enemy who was close at hand. ally.

There were also internal disputes among the deceased. Strath, the Lord of Bones, was not an unknown person, but the one who was qualified to compete for the vacant position left by him in the council of the deceased after the fall of Andusias, the Lord of Fel Energy. One of the great witches.The Grand Lich and the troops he led were wiped out in the coordinated battle with the demons, which made many of the deceased doubt the so-called cooperation of the demons.

The dispute and hostility lasted at least two days. When the high-level leaders of the two sides met and talked, the atmosphere was almost tense. The roars of the demon nobles and the deep and menacing murmurs of the liches were intertwined, throwing venomous words at each other. Javelins and daggers.If it weren't for the innate hatred for human beings and the common goal of eliminating the stumbling block of Arthur's kingdom, I am afraid that the coalition forces of the devil and the dead would immediately break out.

Although the two sides repaired the covenant that was on the verge of breaking down in the third day of talks, the conflict was only temporarily covered up rather than resolved. The insidious viciousness and treachery of the dead were circulating in the demon army, and the liches had no views on demons. nothing different.These two evil forces are like two floods that are equally filthy but incompatible with each other. They are entangled and guarded against each other, rushing towards the direction of the Holy White Rock Castle, trying to nail this place firmly in the Blade Rift Valley. The Nails were uprooted and rushed to the vast expanse of unsuspecting human territory behind the Silverfrost Mountains.

There are too many slow-moving zombies and skeletons in the army of the dead, and the marching speed is much slower than that of the demons. After the Winged Demon scouting team sent relevant information about the defense situation of the Holy White Stone Fort, the demon army quickly accelerated its pace. , Leaving behind the allies who have long been in bed with each other.The human troops guarding the Holy White Stone Fort were only about 2000 people, and most of them were defeated soldiers who had retreated, lacking morale, equipment, weapons, and food fodder.Compared with the army of more than [-] demons, it is like a rock facing a torrential flood, a raft facing the entire endless ocean, and it only takes one round of rough waves to uproot that pesky nail!
The disparity in power made every demon feel intense excitement. They were eager to participate in a feast of destruction and killing, so all of them seemed elated.The little devil raised its steel fork high, and its sharp screams and laughter resounded through the sky; the hellhound lowered its head, and from its three big mouths continuously flowed out stinky and scorching saliva, and when it dripped on the ground, it emitted bursts of burning white smoke. The flame demon played with the crimson fireball in his hand, and yelled from time to time, ordering the fire-throwing monsters around him to shoot flame arrows at a certain target on the roadside—usually a farmhouse that had not been destroyed.The abyss drummer beat the war drum exuding strong sulfur breath and shimmering magic light loudly, and the horned magic tracker chanted, dragging the huge commander's wheel palace forward step by step.The whole army of demons was caught in the noise of carnival and roaring. From a distance, it looked like an evil dragon twisting its body and moving forward. Every demon was like a black and red scale on the body of the evil dragon. The palace is simply the heads of evil dragons breathing smoke and fire. They rushed towards the blade rift like this, ready to crush the last barrier of Arthur's kingdom to pieces.

The commander of this unprecedentedly large demon army is not one person, but six powerful demon nobles. There are five commanders left.The status of each demon commander is not lower than that of General Kleinus, the abyssal demon lord who attacked the Great Wall of Ice Wall. They all have their own commander's wheel palace. These powerful demon nobles sit on the thrones of their respective wheel palaces. On the Internet, exchange ideas with each other through the crystal ball.It should be said that their conversation was very pleasant, and from time to time some people burst into arrogant and conceited laughter.

These demon commanders do have reasons to be excited. The once-in-a-century catastrophe is a serious disaster for the people of the Kingdom of Arthur, but is the pride of the demons not destruction and trampling?The mighty, evil and great abyssal demon clan repeatedly lost their troops in front of cowardly and incompetent humans, and was driven back to the abyss hometown full of flames and poisonous gas time and time again. This makes every demon noble feel deeply. humiliation and anger.

Especially in the siege of North Orla ten years ago, His Majesty the King of the Kingdom of Arthur personally marched. Many human knights, led by a green armored knight, pierced deeply into the demon army's vitals like sharp swords.The result of the fierce battle was almost unacceptable to the demon side. A majestic demon general was beheaded amid thousands of troops. The terrible natural magic power shattered his body to pieces, almost killing his soul. There is no way to return to the abyss.This made all the demon nobles feel ashamed, and at the same time made them feel deeply afraid of the knight in green armor.

Now everything has become a thing of the past. Under the planning of the treacherous lord, the army of the Kingdom of Arthur fell apart and fell apart.Although the green-armored knight appeared in front of the two armies again, the two heavy swords shining with green grudges were still unstoppable. Hundreds of demons were chopped down by him one by one, as if they were not powerful and terrifying demons. , but face the sickle like weeds.But after all, he couldn't rely on his own strength to turn the tide. Under the siege of the endless demon army, all he could do was to protect the king of Arthur's kingdom and retreat sadly.

Hesmer, Lord of Terror, was the only one among the five demon commanders who did not sit on the throne. He stood on the top floor of the wheel palace, letting the cold wind howl in his ears, and his two fiery red eyes Staring fixedly at the Holy White Stone Fort located in the Blade Rift Valley, a ferocious light could not wait to shoot out from his pupils.This impatience not only made his breathing heavy, and two balls of white smoke with a strong sulfur breath spewed out from his nostrils, but also made the blood flow in the demon lord's body so fast that a scar on his cheek was itchy Get up, and ooze out purple magic blood.Hesmer subconsciously touched it, and felt a tingling and sticky feeling from his fingers, and then the anger burning in the demon commander's chest became more vigorous, making his tall and burly body tremble slightly.

"Osiris! Osiris!" Hesmail couldn't help but let out a low-pitched curse, his fangs glistening with blood under the reflection of the brimstone fire.This green figure is the nightmare that wakes him up in the middle of the night, and it is also the sworn enemy.Ten years ago, under the city of North Aura, the green lion Osiris once dealt a heavy blow to the dreadlord. Riding alone, he smashed his entire army to pieces and almost took down his first level.If it wasn't for the reckless Lord Haldir who rushed forward and replaced him as the dead soul under the sword of the Green Lion, the best end for the Dreadlord now is to endure the torment in the blood pool of the River Styx while repairing the damage body and soul.

"Now it's time for a complete reckoning! Osiris, you are mine, you must be mine! I will never let you go, even if it means risking my life!" Hesmer stood on the top floor of the wheel palace , the whole body was wrapped in the flames and smoke from his mouth, and the gloomy and arrogant expressions alternated on his ferocious face. "Wait, Osiris, I will soak your body in the blood pool of the River Styx, and let the lowest demonic insects lay eggs on your body; I will take your soul out alive, and use the abyss Fiendfire burns for a hundred... no, a thousand years!"

Just as Hesmer was talking nonsense, a solemn and sacred singing suddenly sounded from the direction of the Holy White Stone Castle. The indescribable majesty and piety in the singing alone made many little devils cover their heads. Shouting and rolling to the ground.Even big demons like the Horned Demon Warlord, the Burner, and the three-headed hellhound felt uncomfortably dizzy.Immediately afterwards, countless golden rays of light shot out from the spire of this majestic fortress built of pure white stones, straight into the earth, and the nearby land immediately glowed with a faint golden light, which made the demons full of suspicion. The team then stopped advancing.

"What are these humans doing?" A terrible roar came from a commander's wheel palace. "Why are you making these annoying sounds? What's with the lights?"

"There is no need to be angry about this, Commander Baldan, as long as you send a team to take the lead, the tricks of human beings will naturally be exposed." The voice from the other commander's wheel palace is much more pleasant, and can even be called charming. , but what he said was ruthless, without the slightest bit of compassion that is unique to women.

This grim proposal was immediately unanimously approved by the remaining demon commanders, and soon a hapless demon team was named to take on this dangerous task.The team leader of that demon team was a burly and strong horned demon warlord. After receiving the order, his face suddenly turned pale, and he felt despair from the bottom of his heart for the fate of himself and his team.However, he knew very well what would happen if he disobeyed the orders of the demon commanders. In comparison, dying in battle under the Holy White Rock Fortress was not the worst choice.

The horned demon warlord roared and kicked the little demons who were also reluctant to move forward. They came to the front of the Blade Rift Valley. The steep peaks on the left and right gave them an illusion. If they dared to go in rashly, the two sides The mountain wall will crush them like walnuts with iron tongs.

A series of rapid war drums sounded, and the meaning of urging was very obvious. The first little devil walked over in fear. The golden land was no different from ordinary land, although the little devil felt a little burning pain, But it's completely within the tolerable range.Seeing that the little devil was safe and sound, many demons sneered and roared ear-piercingly, and then this elite team drove into the Blade Rift Valley amidst the sound of war drums, in order to guard against the arrows shot by humans from the city walls and towers. , those little devils did not hold the usual steel fork, but held a thick oak plank as a shield, preparing to launch a tentative attack on the Holy White Stone Fort.

However, this time they were hit head-on, and the singing suddenly became louder-"Come, let us praise your name, Flandara! My Lord Flandara, the golden face roams the land, under your brilliant eyes , there is no place to hide in all the darkness!" A golden ray of light fell from the spire of the Holy White Stone Castle with the singing, and combined with the radiance rising from the ground, it formed a huge airtight cover, which was about to enter the crack of the sword blade at once. Gu's hundreds of imps wrapped up.

Before those demons could react, the golden light spread and turned into raging golden flames, filling all the space inside the cover.The little devils suddenly struggled violently, screaming and screaming again and again. Some of them ran around like headless chickens, screaming wildly; Block the dreadful golden flame.

However, all these struggles were of no avail. No one escaped the trial of Flandala. All the imps who entered the blade rift fell to the ground, and their bodies and flesh containing dark magic power were quickly incinerated by the golden flames. There was no trace left on the wooden board.

The sacred realm targets only evil and nothing else.

Only the Horned Demon Warlord, the team leader, was not immediately killed by the golden light of the sacred domain due to his rough skin and thick flesh, but struggled back.When he appeared staggeringly in front of the demon army, including the five demon lords above the commander's wheel palace, they all took a neat breath.The horned demon warlord's body seemed to have been soaked in strong acid, whether it was scales comparable to knight armor or muscles whose toughness was stronger than ordinary leather armor, they had all been melted.His face was even more blurred, his skin was scorched black and violent, and the muscles melted by the golden light formed deep cracks. It seemed that the skull below could be seen in the deepest part, and the purple-red blood flowed wantonly between the cracks; One eye burst into a bloody hole, and the other flowed down his cheek like frozen tears.

"It's really ugly!" A razor-sharp voice came from the crystal ball, and a beam of blood-red flames shot down from a commander's wheel palace, grazing the dying Horned Demon Warlord's body like a long whip.The Horned Demon Warlord immediately stopped his staggering steps, and his body stood upright for a heartbeat. His mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something, but he spewed out a large mouthful of flames, and then his body burned violently from the inside out. .After a few breaths, there was nothing left in front of the Blade Rift, only a small pile of off-white powder left on the ground.

"Powerful and pure sacred energy, and it has formed a quite perfect domain." An old voice sounded from the crystal ball, and Hermes frowned almost immediately. The dreadlord advocates violence, and nothing is more disgusting than A family of demon priests who are proficient in curses and various evil rituals, and the guy who spoke is the one who disgusts and dreads him the most.Commander Baldan's cold snort then sounded in the crystal ball. Obviously, the commander and Hermes had similar perceptions of demon sacrifices.

"High Priest Carmelite, can't even your wisdom be able to break the tricks played by humans?" The soft female voice sounded again, with a provocative meaning that was half a smile, and there was a kind of flattery in the words The smell made Hermes couldn't help but chuckled.

The demon commander known as the High Priest of Calmerite paused for a moment before retorting calmly, "Marquis Astoria, if you are the sharp-tongued succubi clan, it's no wonder why you are so sharp-tongued in the abyss." It's hard to get a place." After saying this, the demon high priest changed his tone, and immediately brought the topic to the holy domain of the Holy White Stone Fort. "This fortress has been the home of human beings for hundreds of years. Whether it is the adjustment of the magic circle or the collection of energy in the field, it has been perfect. If it is something that can be cracked in a hurry, then it would be too small to underestimate our opponent. gone."

"High Priest Carmelite, you say that, you think too highly of those cowardly humans!" A voice pointed out bluntly, there seemed to be a flame burning in the voice of the demon commander, making crackling sounds Come.

"Kasimierz, Marquis of the Fire Demon, so you are sure to crack the domain defense of this fortress?" The demon high priest's tone was slightly dissatisfied.

"Of course!" Kazimierz replied, "No human domain can withstand the meteor shower of the Balrogs!"

(End of this chapter)