Heart of the Castle

Chapter 859 Tarlon, The Longest Day ([-])
Shakross tried his best to resist the urge to scream, fear had weighed on his heart like a heavy stone, making his thinking stagnate, as if the once cunning wisdom had escaped from his mind, leaving only one An empty shell.

After the picture in the crystal ball became clear, Tarlon Fortress had fallen into chaotic and fierce battles again. Layton led the Judgment Hammer Knights to rush to the next place where a large number of demons gathered. The armor was already stained. It turned into a deep purple, and the cloak behind him had absorbed the blood flowing from the demon's body, and it was so heavy that it couldn't even be lifted up when he charged quickly.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from outside the Commander's Wheel Palace, and then the door was slammed open, and the figure of Charlemagne, the lord of terror, appeared in front of the door, with bloody red flames burning in his sunken eye sockets.

"Shackles, your stupid plan can come to an end!" He announced in a cold voice with faint anger, "A total of 32 abyss lords have fallen on the top of Tallon Fortress, which is almost our side. One-third of the strength, if this battle continues for a few more hours, the death pass will really become the place of death for the abyssal army!"

"Your Majesty Charlemagne, please calm down." Shackles stood up from the ghost crystal throne, "The Great Will of the Abyss can testify that my plan is not as stupid as you said, but the enemy... the enemy in front of us is not as stupid as you said. It's not easy, although the detection of the crystal ball has been blocked for a period of time, how much power do you think is needed to eliminate a full twenty abyss lords in less than 5 minutes?"

Charlemagne seemed a little surprised, and he was suffocated by the menacing momentum like a raging flame. "Less than 5 minutes? Twenty abyss lords?" It is also difficult to do, so the human defenders have dispatched legendary powerhouses, and there are more than one of them?"

"It should be like this. The crystal ball was greatly disturbed, and I couldn't see what happened in the battle, but at least one of them is a legendary expert with powerful light power." Shackles said with a heavy sigh.

The flames in the eyes of the Dreadlord swayed, showing that he was caught in a fierce ideological struggle, "Legendary strongmen with powerful light power...the Shining Alliance has two, but His Majesty Almurhydras has promised that they Impossible to appear on the battlefield, especially Pope Nicholas... so could it be the head of the Sword of Condemnation Ingram?"

"If that lunatic came to Tarlon Fortress, it would be a big trouble." Shackles shook his head helplessly, "And why did Chief Ingram come alone? He must be leading the team The Knights of the Sword of Condemnation, which is full of fanatics, does not know how many elite teams of demons need to shed blood before it can be submerged in a sea of ​​blood."

The corner of the mouth of the Lord of Terror Charlemagne couldn't help twitching, but just when he was about to sneer, an invisible force descended in the void, and a strong sense of coercion came immediately, making the two Abyss The lords all knelt down on the ground.

"Failure, and yet another defeat. Shacklerose, where is the victory you promised me? I agreed to give you command of the great army, not to see one defeat after another!"

The tone of the abyss lord Amur Hydras seemed very dissatisfied. The invisible power suddenly increased with his emotional fluctuations. The body of the guards swayed a few times, then slumped to the ground, dark purple viscous blood slowly seeped out from the gaps in their helmets, which looked shocking.

"Your Majesty!" Shakross replied, speaking as fast as he could, as his body crumbled under the terrible pressure, "my plan . . . It was formulated without the existence of legendary powerhouses, but... But the truth is not like this! Not only is there hidden legendary powerhouses among the defenders of Tarlon Fortress, but there are far more than one!"

"Nonsense!" Amur Hydra's voice was like a thunderbolt passing through the air, the ghost crystal throne made a continuous cracking sound, and the dark green light curtain trembled for a while, barely enduring the furious coercion of the great monarch of the abyss. "The glorious Pope Nicholas is still in the holy mountain, and Ingram, the sword of condemnation, has not left there. How can there be a legendary strong man in Tarlon Fortress, and there is more than one? Do you mean the army of the Kingdom of Arthur? Arrived ahead of schedule, where is the Griffon's flag? Why didn't I see it?"

"But... Your Majesty, but just now I used a full twenty abyss lords. This is a force that should not be underestimated, but they were all killed within a few minutes. Could it be that apart from the legendary powerhouse, there Is there anyone who can do it?" Shakross struggled to lift his eyes and argued hoarsely.

"It may be that they fell into a trap pre-arranged by humans. The tactics of gathering a group of high-level demon nobles and using flame jumping to teleport to the city have been used too many times. I am afraid that the human side has already found a flaw in it." Amur Hydera Si snorted heavily, and the semi-incorporeal figure of Shackles twisted and swayed again, and a trace of light gray mist dissipated in the air, "Although the flame jump is convenient to use, it is not without flaws during the transmission process. It is the proper use of divine arts and magic power, which can completely inflict fatal damage during the transmission process! Charlemagne, tell me, do you feel the presence of a legendary powerhouse in that fortress?"

"Your Majesty Amur Hydras," the lord of terror, Charlemagne, lowered his ferocious head deeply, "I didn't feel it, and neither did Ramston...but the Knights of the Judgment Hammer are destroying the morale of our army , this wedge must be pulled out immediately, otherwise our army will not be able to gain a foothold in the city.”

"That's exactly what you are going to do!" The anger in Amur Hydra's tone was slightly lowered, but he still seemed extremely dissatisfied, "Charlie Manton, now you and Ramston can join the battlefield at your own discretion It's time, and all the original plans are abolished. Even at the risk of the Arthur Kingdom in the north joining the war, the resistance of the Shining Alliance must be crushed as quickly as possible, especially Jean Leighton. Destroy it!"

When Charlemagne, the lord of terror, left the Commander's Wheel Palace, his face was more gloomy and heavy than when he came. The arrival of the abyss lord, Amur Hydras, did not unravel the confusion in his heart, but made him feel even more at a loss.Charlemagne was not afraid of the commander-in-chief Ingram, because the sword of condemnation was sharp, but it was a tangible thing after all. However, now he had to face an opponent who had no idea where he came from and what kind of opponent he was. Let the haze that is difficult to dissipate rise in his heart.

Ramsdon, the Lord of Berserker, was walking around in the camp closest to the battlefield. He looked like a beast trapped in a cage. A pool of eye-catching dark purple blood was left not far from the door. Charlemagne Dun couldn't help but cast a puzzled look at the pool of blood, and got an embarrassed smile from the Berserker Lord.

"A guy with no eyes brought depressing news." Ramstone's voice was between raving and muttering, "I couldn't hold back my anger for a while, so I just..."

Charlemagne nodded understandingly, "The results of this morning's battle are indeed irritating, Ramston, I have just met His Majesty the Great Monarch, and with his promise, the implementation of Shackles' original plan will be stopped. Timing is up to us to judge."

"That's great." Ramstone jumped up happily, his terrifying big mouth suddenly opened, and the three rows of sharp teeth made a grinding sound. "What are we waiting for, Charlemagne, I'm going to gather the guards and go to the city to fight!"

"Don't be so reckless, Ramston!" Charlemagne stretched out his right hand wearing a spiked copper glove, and grabbed the arm of the Lord of War, "How do you want to climb the city wall? Flame leaping? No, just now, Your Majesty An ominous analysis has been made, and the fall of those abyss lords is likely to be a human magician who tampered with the time-space interlayer near Tarlon Fortress and laid a deadly trap."

Ramstone scratched his scalp a little irritably, his sharp nails scratched a few dripping bloodstains on his forehead covered with growths, "Gods should be damned, so what should we do? Do we have to wait here forever?" , watching one elite team after another rush to the city wall to die?"

"Of course not." The Terror Lord Charlemagne said in a deep voice, "What we have to do now is to climb the city wall with our own feet like them, and then attack from two directions at the same time. If the Hammer of Judgment Knights Come to meet them, you must be cautious, the fall of those abyss lords has always worried me, and things may not be simple."

"That's easy. I'll deal with Layton as a legendary powerhouse of comparable strength." The berserker lord Ramston grinned and let out a series of laughs, and then strode out of the camp. His ferocious roar immediately echoed in the canyon.

"All Berserker Guards, assemble immediately, a feast of blood is about to begin!"

The subsequent roar sounded like a landslide, and the violent sound waves soared straight into the sky, shaking the cliffs on both sides as if they were trembling.The crazy appearance of three hundred Berserkers roaring in unison made many abyssal demons feel fear in their hearts, and they involuntarily gave way to a wide road.

(End of this chapter)