The Crystal Palace Plan of the Sinner Lord

Broken Tooth did not choose to open the city gate. Compared to opening the city gate and fighting to the death, he had a safer but also more dangerous plan. He led this group of demons to the ruins at the end of the east city wall, crawled in, and passed through like a rat.

With his helmet pulled down low, Broken Tooth's vision was limited to the front. He saw the enemy's catapults working in the night, surrounded by demons holding torches to guard them, and a dwarf cannon facing the direction of the city gate, but it had not fired yet.

"Come closer to me!" Broken Tooth led his soldiers out of the ruins and growled orders to form a triangular assault formation. He was at the sharpest point of the triangle, with goblins riding wind wolves on both sides, and lion demons and gnolls behind them.

"Follow us, don't fall behind!"

Broken Tooth held his breath, and the paw pads of the Wind Wolf landed silently on the sandy ground. Everyone was very close, moving along the city wall, and no one noticed the series of black shadows wriggling under the wall.

As the team passed the obelisks on the two corners of the city wall, their pace suddenly increased. Arrows whistled overhead like locusts, and huge stones thrown by catapults streaked across the night sky like meteors. They rushed blindly towards the earth, crushing steel and flesh.

The city gate is just ahead.

The four ogres slowly retreated with battering rams in their arms, preparing to launch another charge. On both sides of the city wall stood a mixed group of demons, waiting for the city gates to be smashed open so they could rush in.

Good thing no one noticed them.

Broken Tooth took a deep breath.

"Raise your gun!" It leaned down and the Wind Wolf began to sprint.

The ground was wet and slippery, a mixture of mud and blood.

The Wind Wolf runs very fast, like a whirlwind.

Finally, the enemies near the city gate heard the panting of the Wind Wolves as they charged at high speed. They turned around and looked at the army that had approached them at some point in time. They were at a loss as to what to do and could only respond hastily.

"Kill! Protect the city gate!"

Broken Tooth raised his steel sword and roared, and the demons behind him responded one after another. Those timid and cowardly goblins each held their spears tightly, and under the leadership of the Wind Wolf, they were like arrows shot from a bow!

The entire team pierced into the enemy camp like a sharp sword. The howling of the wind wolves, the flying wind blades, the flashing of swords and sabers, the collision of blood and flesh, and the clash of steel merged into the flames.

Xigou held his spear flat, and the not-so-sharp tip of the spear pierced into the chest of an ogre. Under the momentum of the Wind Wolf, the ogre was knocked flying, kneeling on the ground, covering the bowl-sized piercing wound on his chest and wailing. In front of Broken Tooth was a centaur wearing black half-armor. He had been standing on the side giving orders, and seemed to be the leader of the team attacking the city gate. However, what Broken Tooth cared about more was that the centaur was not wearing a helmet. In a battlefield like this, not wearing a helmet was either conceited or stupid. So he jumped high from the Wind Wolf, and used inertia to swing the steel sword vertically. The speed was so fast that the centaur's head was chopped in half before he could react, and the steel sword was embedded in his chest.

Broken Tooth guaranteed that this was the hardest head he had ever chopped off in his life, harder than those of humans and lion demons, and it made his wrist hurt.

A spear stabbed from the side, it was a dog-headed man, Broken Tooth immediately raised his shield to block it, and then the dog-headed man was killed by the rushing demons. The big jackals and lion demons began to charge, and with a swing of the giant axe, a group of demons were swept into the sky.

In fact, these attacking enemies were nothing but their relatively sophisticated siege equipment. The defenders of Hot Wind Highlands were completely overwhelmed by the enemy's catapults and crossbows.

Once the two weapons come into close combat, the winner will be immediately clear.

There were cheers of excitement from the walls of the Red Fort.

The battering ram had been thrown to the ground by the fleeing ogre, and it rolled down the slope and disappeared into the bushes.

There were fleeing enemies everywhere.

There is no need to make any choices at all.

Broken Tooth swung the steel sword to cut off the neck of a kobold archer, then threw the sword backhandedly, and a goblin fell to the ground. He pulled out an axe from his waist, and the Wind Wolf led him to continue charging.

He led the team from the city gate all the way to the hill below the city gate, and then saw the enemy's camp in front of the woods. Twenty-three catapults finally showed their full view. Densely packed demons gathered around the tent, some of them had escaped, and some were preparing to attack. The two waves of people collided with each other and squeezed into a ball.

On the chariot, a tall snake demon was roaring something in frustration.

"A bunch of rubbish!" Claude was almost mad, pointing at the group of deserters and cursing, "The city wall is almost being smashed down by the catapults and you can't even capture a single city gate, yet you were able to be attacked and killed back. What's the point of having a bunch of rubbish like you?!"

Seeing a goblin still running away, he raised his scimitar and chopped off the goblin's head. Then he killed more than a dozen monsters in front of the battle array and roared, "Charge forward, charge forward! Anyone who runs away again will be killed without mercy!"

This was Claude's first time leading troops into battle.

In his view, fighting is a simple matter.

To attack a city, catapults and artillery are used to clear the way, open the city walls and gates, and then send soldiers to charge - this is how his father and brother fought, and Claude used to learn it very seriously.

So he attributed the defeat at the front to the fact that his soldiers did not charge bravely.

...

Broken Tooth stared blankly at the tents in the woods.

Faced with so many demons, he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Suddenly, an arrow hit his helmet with a "click". If it had deviated a little more, it would have hit his face. He was startled and almost fell off the Wind Wolf. At the same time, he suddenly woke up and realized that he couldn't just stand there. He had to move, he had to do something.

Finally his eyes fell on the catapults that were still in operation.

"Follow me and smash the catapults!" He gave the order, and the thin dog beside him roared: "Go, smash the catapults of these bastards!" So they set out again, shouting "Long live Caesar" and "Long live the Goblins". Broken Tooth was speechless, but more of a thrill, there were sharp screams from the friction of armor, the hungry crackling of flames, the shaking horns, the heavy drums, and fire everywhere in all directions...

If Cersei were here, she would be so angry that she would tremble all over when she saw the burning forest. Such thoughts popped up in Broken Tooth's mind.

"Go protect the catapult, damn it!"

The roar of the snake demon came from the flank, and more and more enemies rushed up. Broken Tooth was already bloodthirsty. Wind Wolf led it in and out of those weak enemy goblins, killing them in a panic, covered in blood, and losing their way.

It was not until the five catapults were destroyed and the thin dog's head was chopped off by the enraged snake demon that Broken Tooth woke up from the raging blood - there were not many people left around him.

There was a huge gap between the strength of the miscellaneous demons and the snake demons, so when the snake demons joined the battlefield, the balance of victory instantly reversed and developed towards an increasingly ominous trend.

"A goblin leader led a group of goblins and lion demons to slaughter my vanguard? And smashed five catapults?" Claude became angrier and angrier as he spoke, feeling his heart filled with humiliation.

"Fuck them all!!"

He raised his scimitar and slashed at Brokenfang.

The Swift Wolf under Broken Tooth's crotch growled alertly and responded quickly, keeping a distance to give Broken Tooth a chance to catch his breath, allowing him to raise his battle axe to block the deadly scimitar.

“Bang!!”

The sparks from the collision of blades illuminated Broken Tooth's face.

He gritted his teeth, and beads of sweat the size of beans covered his face and forehead.

"Is this the difference in bloodline..."

He felt a sharp pain in his internal organs and the axe in his hand became heavier and heavier, almost difficult to hold. He blocked the blow, but he knew that this was his limit. The snake demon's second blow was already coming horizontally, and the cold-blooded eyes were reflected on the bright blade. The consequence of being hit by this blow would be torn apart his body.

"Go to hell!!"

The snake demon's scream deprived Broken Tooth of his last bit of will to resist.

In a trance——

Broken Tooth seemed to see again the figure he was following, tall and silent, wearing blood-red heavy armor, holding the giant mountain-splitting axe, like a quiet volcano, leading him step by step towards higher mountains.

"King..."

He muttered to himself and closed his eyes calmly facing the knife light.

"I have lived up to your expectations..."

Chapter 212: Claude's Death

The knife did not hit Broken Tooth.

A stone shot out from the dark jungle and hit the snake demon's scimitar. The force of the stone was so great that it actually smashed a hole in the scimitar. Claude looked at the hole in the knife in shock and felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand.

"Who is it?" He looked towards the woods beside him.

The strong wind twisted the trees left and right, like a group of demons with bared fangs and claws. The noisy sounds on the battlefield became blurred at this moment. It seemed that a shadow gradually emerged among the twisting branches and leaves. Claude's pupils dilated.

He saw a pair of scarlet eyes floating in the darkness.

"I was wondering who dared to attack my territory, but I didn't expect it was you, a reptile." Caesar quietly broke through the darkness and walked out. His eyes were cold without a trace of warmth. He held the cold-blooded battle axe in his right hand, and fresh blood was still dripping from the axe blade.

Claude knew that it was the blood of scouts. Before attacking the Red Castle, he scattered a lot of scouts around. The result was obvious. These scouts were killed by the ferocious demon without even making a sound.

"That's right, I'm the one attacking your territory." Claude felt a chill down his spine, but the demons surrounding him gave him some courage, or perhaps as a leader he instinctively thought that he couldn't show cowardice in front of his men, so he said in a timid tone:

"You should have expected this day when you humiliated me in Mordor City. Caesar, I will turn your territory into ruins. It's just right that you're back. Now you must die with me!"

The Axe of Destruction reflected the cold light of the flames. Claude knew that this axe was definitely more ferocious than the scimitar in his hand, but he still raised both swords, raised his chin, and looked provocative.

"Come on, let's compete!"

He roared, and although his hands were shaking from fear or the cold of the night, he now felt like a qualified leader, worthy of being the second son of Count Hassan.

Caesar stopped. He was taller than before. The abundant magic power and the delicious food in the Tower of Thorns promoted his physical growth. He looked down at the snake demon, his eyes burning like silent craters. His gaze stayed on the snake demon's tightly pursed lips and trembling hands, and he sneered with disdain.

This sneer deeply hurt Claude's self-esteem. He roared and took the lead in attacking, and the scimitar in his hand broke through the air with a sharp sound.

The moment when the battle axe and scimitar collide.

Claude could clearly feel the scimitar in his hand howling in pain, as if it was cutting into thick rock and could not go any further.

He continued to swing his sword, but the attack had to be switched to defense because the demon was faster. He blocked the axe's blow, but when he blocked the third blow, he gritted his teeth and stepped back. At this time, his wrist was already bruised and purple. There was another burst of swords and sabers, and he stepped back again.

Caesar pressed forward quietly, in silence and expressionless. The branches and leaves of the trees scraped against his blood-red armor, and the night dew flowed along the armor plates, looking like flowing blood.

The two kept fighting.

Until Claude's hands could no longer hold the weapon.

However, the snake demon had six hands. He immediately exchanged the scimitar with his other hands, but his physical strength was being consumed. His breathing became more and more rapid, steaming like smoke in the night.

His scimitar was already full of notches.

But the battle axe in the demon's hand was still dark and cold.

"What are you still standing there for? Go up and kill him!"

Claude roared at the demons around him.

However, they were all afraid of Caesar's power, an existence that even their leader could not deal with, so they would only die in vain if they went up.

"Go ahead, there's only one of him!"

Claude urged again, he needed some time to recover his strength.

Finally, one of the kobolds couldn't hold back any longer. It charged in Caesar's blind spot, jumped high, and smashed down with its mace. However, Caesar seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He turned around and split the kobold in half with an axe. Red and white blood flew everywhere like scattered petals.

Now, no matter what Claude said, how he threatened, or how he promised rewards, no demon dared to move forward. They surrounded Caesar, and as Caesar moved forward, they stepped back. A goblin screamed and turned around and ran away. The escape was contagious like a disease. These demons whimpered and fled, and in the end, only Claude was left there.

Claude was also retreating.

"You can't kill me. My father is Count Hassan. If you kill me, your Sirocco Highlands will be gone, and my father will attack you."

Caesar said nothing, but rushed forward swinging his battle axe.

Claude was shocked and quickly raised his scimitar to block.

Dang Dang Dang——

After several collisions, he finally lost his strength.

The pitch-black battle axe crushed the scimitar blade and tore into the armor under his armpit with the remaining force. The snake demon shouted in pain, and blood gushed out along the armor. He wanted to put his hand on the wound, but the demon had already lifted up his body.

"Don't, don't kill me..." Claude sobbed, "My father is... Count Hassan... I'm sorry..." He burst into tears, his facial features twisted together, tears and snot mixed on his face. From the time he was born until now, he had never regretted as much as he did today.

Why did you tease that succubus in the first place?

Why would you want to have a conflict with this demon?

Why are they so obsessed with attacking Hot Wind Highlands?

He no longer had answers to these questions.

His mind was a blur.

Only the dead silence was gradually spreading.

"please……"

Caesar indifferently cut off the snake demon's arm.

Screams echoed through the woods.

He stepped on the snake demon, swung the battle axe in his hand like a skilled butcher, then picked up a piece of neatly cut meat and stuffed it into his mouth. His gluttonous bloodline stimulated him to start a bloody feast.

Under a tree not far away.

Hill looked at Caesar eating and not only did he not feel any fear, but his face was full of admiration.

"He's really worthy of being the man I like. Even the way he eats is so charming~" She sighed, leaned against the tree trunk, and watched quietly with a fascinated look in her eyes.

...

After a long time, Caesar finished eating and his strength increased again.

He had not even used 50% of his strength in the battle with the snake demon just now, and his attitude was completely like a cat playing with a mouse. As for Count Hassan's revenge, it was indeed a tricky matter, but Count Hassan would not act rashly.

After all, it was his son who took the initiative to attack Hot Wind Highlands. What's even more ridiculous is that this Claude doesn't even have a title. Attacking a noble as a commoner is a capital crime, and he can deal with it at will.

If Count Hassan used this incident to declare war on him, then all the nobles would not help Hassan, and if he won in the end, Hassan would lose everything and would be doomed.