Heart of the Castle

Chapter 851
"I've had enough!" A roar like thunder came from a commander's wheel palace located behind the death pass, and the berserker lord Ramsdon tore off his helmet angrily, and threw it in front of his throne , looking fiercely at the weird shadow opposite with his eyes burning with hellfire.

"Shackles, your wisdom and cunning have already died with your life. The formation of troops in the past two days is no different from a pile of shit! You let our most elite team almost go to the battlefield with bare hands. They gnawed at that strong fortress, and did not allow the lord-level demon commanders to participate in the cooperation, so they were beaten to pieces, and fled back in embarrassment, looking like a group of wild dogs scattered by sticks!"

"Your Majesty Ramston, please calm down." The shadow said in a cold voice as low as a whisper, and at the same time raised his hand to caress a huge ghost crystal inlaid on his throne, "I know what you mean very well. This human fortress looks strong, but because there are no legendary strongmen, it is actually very fragile. As long as any abyss lord makes a move, it will easily open a gap in the defense line, and then destroy the fortress together with the defenders inside .”

"It seems that you still retain some of the wisdom you had when you were alive, Shacrosso." Ramsdong, the lord of the berserk war, snorted unabated, "Then what are we waiting for? The so-called glorious alliance formed by those humble humans It’s not that there are legendary experts, but once the griffin lord in the north leads an army to help, and the two sides join forces, the Pass of Desperation will really become the place of death for the demon army.”

"This kind of situation will never happen." Shackles laughed coldly, the laughter of the undead has always been the same, because it was not a manifestation of joy, but an infinite hatred and mockery of the living. "As long as the head of the young Griffin Lord——Li Weiston is not broken, he will never give up this great opportunity to watch the fire from the other side. Even if he is temporarily blinded by vain thoughts of justice, his subordinates will always Are there any smart enough guys? At least until Tarlon Fortress is breached by us, the Kingdom of Arthur will not send any support troops."

The dreadful Lord Charlemagne's dull voice sounded from behind his hideous helmet that covered his face, "It may be true that the Kingdom of Arthur will not send reinforcements until Tarlon Fortress is breached, but based on my respect for the human regent The king understands that he will not allow us to move forward. The Griffin Knights must be ready to fight. With the transportation of a large number of alchemy flying ships, we can't even prevent them from appearing anywhere, even if we sacrifice all the winged demon troops It's impossible to block."

Shakross nodded lightly, "I have also considered this, so we must win before breaking through Tarlon Fortress."

The two abyss lords looked at each other, and both saw confusion from the bottom of each other's eyes, "Won before that?" Ramsdong, the mad warrior lord, was full of doubts, "How could it be possible?"

Charlemagne, the lord of terror, thought further than his companions, "Inchen Samael, the lord of the plague, is not with us. He is going to perform the top-secret mission of His Majesty Amur Hydras. Is this mission related to the final victory? ?”

"Everything we do now is related to the final victory," said the deceitful Lord Shakross with a hint of arrogance in his tone. That unique sense of superiority that arises. "His Majesty Yinchen Samael is just one part of it, and it's not such a very important part."

"Then the fiasco of these two days is also an important part of your plan." Ramsay the Berserker Lord spat at his feet, and the dark black hot saliva burned the ground of the Commander's Wheel Palace. ring.

"It's a good plan. Nearly 20 of the most elite troops have been left forever under the walls of that fortress, and there are still twice as many disabled people as the dead. If this kind of battle lasts for another half a month, it is estimated that the light Just the corpses can pile up a ramp up to [-] meters, and then we can easily break through Tarlon Fortress... But how many troops will be left at that time? [-]? Or less?"

"It doesn't take half a month. According to the current progress, ten days, ten days later, we will be able to win the final victory." Shackles raised his head as if condensed from the foul mist, two clusters of dark green The flames burned from the eye sockets on the skull.

"It's a bunch of nonsense!" The Berserker Lord Ramsdong roared sharply, and the Abyss Fierce Flame shot up from his feet, and the waves of flames swept across the entire hall. "Shackles, you hate that you have become an undead, and you hate that other lords are not undead. Your real purpose is to let us all die under the siege of the human army, so that we will be no different from you!"

"How can you think so?" Shakross' tone seemed a little surprised. Under the force of Fiendfire, hundreds of ghost crystals inlaid on his throne burst into light at the same time, forming a dark green energy shield, Protect his body firmly in it. "All my plans are based on the orders of His Majesty the Great Lord of the Abyss, Amur Hydras, and do not include my personal selfishness at all..."

"Your Majesty Amur Hydras is not your shield!" Ramsdon, the mad warrior lord, interrupted the deceitful lord's defense with a roar. Countless abyssal flames condensed on the sawtooth beheading sword held high in his hand, and the sword edge straightened. Refers to the throne opposite. "Shackles, you conspired with that human traitor—Aryaf, and you did not know what you were doing in a sneaky way. If you don't speak clearly today, this commander's wheel palace will be your burial place!"

Shackles showed a distressed expression on his face. If his body hadn't been destroyed by the Burning Dragon King Dariga, he could still calmly deal with the anger of the Berserker Lord Ramstone, but now he is just a Although the remnant soul revived by the Abyssal Monarch with the secret method barely retains a part of its strength, it is already far away from the legendary rank.

The fiery flames of the abyss scorched the energy shield on the throne violently. In the blink of an eye, several phantom crystals made crackling sounds at the same time, but Ramsdon the Berserker Lord didn't pay attention and continued to move forward instead. One step closer.

This step almost killed Shackles, because Charlemagne, the Lord of Terror, put on a stand-by look, and Ramston, the Lord of Berserkers, has always been careless, completely forgetting that Shackles is just a ray of strength at present. Weak remnant soul.

At the same time that dozens of ghost crystals on the throne of Shakross exploded, an indescribable force suddenly descended on the Commander's Wheel Palace, and the tumbling Abyss Fiercefire and the energy shield that was on the verge of breaking disappeared at the same time. invisible.The Berserker Lord Ramston couldn't help being stunned. Before he could figure out what was going on, the Horror Lord Charlemagne beside him had already knelt down on one knee and put his right hand wearing an iron glove across his chest.

"Welcome His Majesty Amur Hydras."

It took several seconds for the Berserker Lord to react, and also knelt down on one knee, "Your Majesty Amur Hydras," his voice sounded a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, the anger made me lose control." Then Ramstone took another hard look at the strange shadow crouching on the ghost throne, and raised his voice again, "But I still think Shackles betrayed us and your trust!"

"No, Ramstone, you are wrong." The invisible sound waves from that force shook the air in the Commander's Wheel Palace, "Shacrossroth never hid his plan from me, and what happened in the past few days Fighting is not a waste of time and life. Under the terrifying oppression, the tens of thousands of defenders of Taalon Fortress have become extremely devout believers of the light, and they spend a lot of time every day praying to Flandala, It also gives me a lot of power of faith! This is much better than directly enslaving those humans."

Ramstone raised his head in confusion, "Those human beings pray to the Lord of Radiance, Flandara...why do they provide His Majesty with a lot of faith power?"

"Because the Lord of Glory has fallen for many years, I already knew all about it during the temptation ten years ago." Charlemagne Don, the Lord of Terror, interjected in a deep voice, "Your Majesty Amur Hydras, congratulations on your upcoming ordination , hold the throne high up to the top of the sky."

"Not enough, not enough." Amurhydra's voice seemed a little dissatisfied, "The increase in the power of faith is very slow, much slower than expected. According to the current speed, it will take at least a month to accumulate enough real power. Obtain the power of belief in the priesthood of the Lord of Radiance."

"But Your Majesty... If we spend a whole month and still can't take down a mere Fortress of Tarlon that doesn't even have a legendary strongman, I'm afraid it has long been suspected what the real purpose is." Charlemagne, Lord of Terror Dun shook his head slowly, with a disapproving tone.

"Of course, that's why I spent my precious power to appear here today." The voice of Amur Hydras replied, "Shakros, the reason for the slow increase in the power of faith is that there are some small mistakes in your plan. .”

Shacklesh's body shook violently. He hadn't fully recovered from the damage caused by Ramstone's oppression. Hearing these words, his body, which was made up of foul mist, suddenly seemed a little disorganized. . "Your Majesty Amur Hydras, please forgive me... I, I don't know where the plan is not perfect, please tell me, I will find a way to remedy it immediately."

"It's not your fault, Shakros, don't be afraid of mistakes that weren't yours." Amurhydra said in a soothing tone, "Only true gods can understand and master the power of faith, I didn't expect this When the situation arises, although the number of people praying to the Lord of Radiance has increased, most of the power of faith has been divided by another name."

"Your Majesty, can you detect the name that gave away the power of faith?" Shakross lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said.

"That name is Jean Layton, the head of the Judgment Knights, and the current real commander of the Tarlon Fortress. The Drews bachelor of the Erudite Guild you originally arranged has never been able to gain power from the beginning to the end. Edge, let alone mastery of the situation."

"Bachelor Drews can't be exposed too early, so I let him lurk temporarily. Before receiving orders, he just needs to do his own job." Shackles replied softly, "Great His Majesty Amur Hydras, I think there is nothing wrong with the plan itself, as long as a small modification is made, it can be perfected."

"Tell me."

"Let the name Layton take away part of the power of faith, presumably because of the heroic performance of the head of the regiment during the battles of the past few days, the weak always worship the strong and hope to be protected by the strong. But as long as we crush and eliminate that strong man, they can only turn to pray to the Lord of Radiance."

"That's a good idea, but without Jean Leighton's words, how will the defenders of Tarlon Fortress persist?" Charlemagne the Dreadlord interjected, "Shacrossroth, if Tarlon Fortress collapses, the Is the plan different or can't it be done?"

"So while killing Jean Layton, we have to give those humans a new hope." Shackles chuckled, "Your Majesty Amur Hydras, I want to ask for your forgiveness."

"Forgive me? Why?"

"Because I have to sacrifice the lives of several abyss lords for the highest benefit of the abyssal demon realm."

The body of Ramston, the Lord of Berserker, moved slightly, but before he could make any movements, a heavy palm was placed on his shoulder, and then the dull voice of Charlemagne, Lord of Terror, sounded in his ears, " Don't be impulsive, Ramsdong, this is in front of the Great Sovereign of the Abyss."

"Since it is for the highest benefit, no one's life is unsacrificable except you." There was no trace of hesitation in Amur Hydra's voice, "I can forgive you, Shakross, but you need to put everything together. Explain clearly."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Shackles showed a strange smile, "Tomorrow when I attack the city, I plan to send four lord-level demon commanders to use the ability of flame jumping to teleport directly to the city wall of Tarlon Fortress , kill the Commander Jean Layton. However, in order to ensure that the defenders of Tarlon Fortress will not collapse in confidence, these four demon commanders must die on the battlefield after completing their mission..."

Ramsdong, the mad warrior lord, couldn't contain the anger in his chest, and suddenly stood up, "Shacross, what you did made me sick! Sacrifice four abyss lords is easy to say, but where did the people come from? It's not me, it's Charlemagne's subordinates, because your subordinates have all died in the flame river plane!"

"Quiet, Ramston!" The abyss lord's tone had a hint of warning, which made the mad war lord grit his teeth, but couldn't get into a rage like before.

"Your vision is too narrow, so I have to criticize you." Seeing that his plan has been approved by the Abyss Monarch, Shackles' tone has a lot of sarcasm, "I use the Abyss Looking at this matter from the prime minister's point of view, if those abyss lords can use their lives to contribute a meager contribution to His Majesty Amurhydra's plan to enshrine the gods, they will only feel honored. Don't act like a weak Human beings are so narrow-minded and conservative. Calm down, Your Majesty Ramston, the sky is not falling."

The flames in the eyes of Ramsdon, the mad warrior lord, almost burst out, the muscles on his face twitched, and his right hand convulsively stretched out towards the hilt of the sawtooth beheading sword.If it hadn't been for the terror lord Charlemagne to press down on the back of his hand, maybe in the next moment, Ramstone couldn't help but draw his sword in front of the abyss lord.

"I agree with your plan, Shacrossroth." The voice of the abyss lord sounded again, "We don't have enough time left, if we can't complete the plan of conferring the gods before the northern griffins spread their wings and come south for reinforcements, Then the losses we suffer will be far beyond the comparison of the four abyss lords. Rams Winter, Charlemagne, you have all fought head-on with the army of the Kingdom of Arthur, and you should have some understanding of their strength, even I It is difficult to kill all those legendary powerhouses without hesitating to lose the power of faith. And as long as one or two fish slip through the net, they can deal us a very heavy blow."

"Don't forget that the remnants of the fire diamond dragon family have not been found, but obviously, they can't go anywhere except the main plane." Shackles added on the side, "I have a hunch that those big The lizard must have become one with the young regent of the Kingdom of Arthur now, maybe they can escape to the main plane, and it is also a masterpiece of that guy."

There was no basis for Shacklesh's speculation. In fact, even he himself didn't quite believe it. It was just that he felt aggrieved in his heart because he had suffered several losses at the hands of Levi Ston.But what he didn't expect was that his speculation was not far from the truth.

"Let's do it this way, Shackles. After tomorrow, I want to see a relatively large increase in the power of faith. Within seven days, I must meet my requirements. Otherwise..."

"My life was bestowed by you, if there is no way to complete your task, please take it back!" Shackles said without hesitation.

"Very good, I look forward to your performance." Amur Hydras left the last sentence, and then that invisible force soared into the sky, and the air wave rolled over, sweeping all the sundries in the commander's wheel palace to the ground superior.

Sensing that the Lord of the Abyss had left, both Shackles and Charlemagne couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and then the former sat back on his throne, while the latter patted the shoulder of the Lord of War with comfort.

"Ramston, we have no choice but to carry out the orders of His Majesty Amur Hydras."

Ramston exhaled two hot breaths from his nostrils, pushed Charlemagne away without saying a word, and strode towards the outside of the commander's wheel palace. The heavy footsteps continued until his figure disappeared. It echoed endlessly in the hall.

(End of this chapter)