A fantastical journey across the heavens, beginning with the Witcher.

Seeing that the fire dragon controlled by Li De was still rampaging through the siege ladders, burning most of the siege equipment in just a dozen breaths, the Nilfgaard commander was furious and gave a stern order.

"Since they've treated us so well, let's not hold back anymore. Get me the demon's blood!"

The messenger relayed the order, and the auxiliary soldiers dared not delay. They quickly brought over tightly sealed brown earthenware jars and carefully filled them into the catapult's net.

The next second, the mechanism turned, and one after another, earthenware pots wrapped in tarpaulins pierced the sky and rushed straight towards the city wall.

Li De's ears twitched slightly, and he instantly sensed something was wrong.

When small stones fly through the air, they make a sharp "whoosh" sound, while large stones make a dull rumble. But the projectiles flying at this moment have an eerie, sluggish feel to them.

He looked up sharply and saw countless earthenware pots flying toward the city wall, their tarpaulins already catching fire.

Li De's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately severed the magic seal, stopped the fiery dragon, and retreated rapidly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Oil canisters exploded one after another on the city wall, the viscous liquid splashing everywhere and igniting instantly, turning the city wall into a sea of ​​fire.

After a large number of siege ladders were burned, the Nilfgaardian soldiers were fortunate enough to escape the oil sanctions.

However, the Sintra defenders on the city walls suffered a devastating blow. Soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were soaked in oil, and flames instantly engulfed their bodies.

They wailed and rolled on the ground, but the oil clung tightly to their skin, not only failing to extinguish the fire but burning even more fiercely. In a short while, they stopped moving and became charred remains.

The fire spread extremely quickly, forcing the remaining defenders into a series of retreats. The battlements, weapons, and even the corpses of their comrades were engulfed in flames, turning the entire section of the city wall into a living hell.

Li De raised his hand and unleashed two Alder Seals. The pale blue shockwaves repelled the onrushing flames and thick smoke. Not daring to linger, he quickly rushed down the city wall steps.

Bad news: the city walls have completely fallen; good news that's not exactly good news: the viscous liquid of unknown composition is very heat-resistant and won't go out for a while, so they can't get up there, and the Nilfgaardian army can't get up there either.

The next battle will be a true head-on clash...

The city gates were already completely blocked by boulders, broken bricks, and scrap wood. But to think that these hastily piled-up obstacles could stop the surging Nilfgaardian army was nothing short of a pipe dream.

Pushed slowly but steadily by dozens of soldiers in black, the battering ram approached the city gate.

As they approached the city gate, the four soldiers guarding the back of the wooden wheels suddenly pulled the brakes, and the steel clamps instantly locked the wheel assembly, bringing the advancing battering ram to a sudden stop.

The heavy logs hanging below the chains suddenly shot forward due to inertia, and the dark metal ram slammed hard against the iron-clad city gate, the dull thud making people's eardrums hurt.

"Bang!"

After the battering ram completed its impact and bounced back, the soldiers controlling the wheel immediately released the brakes, and the soldiers pushing the ram all leaned back, pulling the ram backward.

Once the rebounding hammer reached its highest point, everyone exerted their strength again, pushing it forward with great force.

The hammer, now fully charged, slammed into the gate once more with devastating force.

The heavy iron city gate groaned under its own weight, iron nails were shaken and scattered everywhere, and the iron bars that reinforced the gate panel cracked inch by inch.

"Bang!"

Another heavy roar shattered the air, striking the hearts of every soldier guarding the city.

The Nilfgaard soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, raised their weapons and roared wildly with the sound of impact, without any military orders or slogans, just pure bestial howls.

Before their eyes, they could already picture the scene of burning, killing, looting, and wanton destruction after the city fell.

Women! Wealth!

The great Nilfgaardian emperor valued order and strictly prohibited his troops from burning, killing, and looting within his territory. He allowed them to wage war abroad, but tacitly permitted his soldiers to slaughter and plunder at will in order to boost morale.

It is said that the women of the northern countries are fair-skinned, and Sintra is known for its martial spirit, so the women there are particularly strong.

Thinking of this, the soldiers' roars became even more frantic.

Behind the city gate, listening to the beast-like roars outside, the Sintra soldiers fell silent, a deathly stillness descending.

The leading elite knight tried to raise his arms and shout to boost morale, but each time he opened his mouth, he fell silent.

What could he say? That they would definitely be able to defend the city?

Stop deceiving yourself.

The current garrison force is only three or four hundred men, and even including the reserves, it is no more than a thousand.

Nearly half of them were civilians who were temporarily conscripted and had never even worn proper armor, let alone faced the brutal and bloodthirsty Nilfgaardian army.

"Boom! Crack!"

Another heavy blow landed, and the already precarious iron gate could no longer hold on, shattering with a crash, sending wood chips and iron fragments flying everywhere.

The obstacles behind the door were hastily piled up and couldn't withstand the brute force of the hammer. After two violent impacts, the rubble collapsed with a crash, dust billowed up, and the passage between the inside and outside was completely opened up.

Amidst billowing dust, soldiers from both sides stared at each other through a narrow doorway.

The Nilfgaard soldiers' faces were filled with bloodthirsty madness, while the Sintra defenders were mostly pale and trembling.

The deathly silence lasted only a moment.

"kill!"

The Nilfgaard vanguard raised his sword and roared, completely igniting the ferocity of the Black Army.

The soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, had long forgotten their formation and surged into the city like madmen.

As the two soldiers at the front stepped over the rubble and debris, they slipped and fell heavily to the ground. Before they could struggle to their feet, they were trampled underfoot by the surging crowd behind them. The muffled sound of bones breaking mixed with screams was instantly drowned out by the deafening shouts of battle.

"Charge!"

The Sintra knight, clad in plate armor, raised his arms and shouted, the sound of clashing armor ringing out loudly.

Only a few shouts responded to him. Apart from a few veterans who had experienced war, who gripped their weapons and gritted their teeth to step forward, the remaining recruits and civilians just trembled with fear, their legs feeling like lead, and refused to move an inch.

If it weren't for the watchful eyes of the rear command team, they would probably have scattered and fled long ago.

"Grass!"

The knight cursed angrily, his heart turning cold.

In a battle between two armies, morale is far more important than equipment and numbers. If it were his old subordinates, they would dare to draw their swords even if they faced an enemy force ten times their size.

However, this group of people had already lost their morale after the crushing defeat in the Manada Valley, and when they faced the beast-like Nilfgaardian army again, they did not even have the courage to raise their weapons.

He wanted to spit in anger, but then he remembered he was still wearing a helmet, so he could only swallow his rage.

"Follow me and kill them!"

In such a desperate situation, someone must take the lead and charge forward.

Even if it means death, we must not let the enemy troops easily cross the city gates, otherwise the civilians inside the city will become playthings for these butchers.

But as soon as he took a step, a strong hand pressed firmly against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

The knight looked up in surprise, following the strong arm upwards, and saw that the person blocking his way was a witcher covered in soot.

"Follow behind me!"

Li De coldly gave his instructions.

Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn his sword and leaped forward, charging alone into the narrow doorway.

"Ald!"

A pale blue shockwave erupted within the narrow doorway, its violent force instantly overturning a large number of Nilfgaard soldiers and carving a blank space in the crowd, temporarily halting the enemy's advance.

"Igni!"

Flames surged in Li De's palm, and brutal waves of fire surged back and forth in the doorway, transforming into continuous waves of fire that slammed into the dense crowd.

Without any suspense, the front-line soldiers were instantly engulfed by flames. Their agonizing screams were abruptly cut off by the flames before they could even be uttered, and one after another, their charred corpses engulfed in flames fell to the ground.

The black plate armor was heated until it was red-hot, burning through the thin clothing and sizzling against the skin.

In an instant, the pungent smell of burnt flesh and blood, carried by the hot air from the expanding flames, swept throughout the city gates.