In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility. - Chapter 806

“What? Keep fighting and wait for reinforcements?”

The commander of the frontline, the commander of the Quebec Division, who received the message from the rear, said in disbelief: “My soldiers, the best guys in Canada are stepping into hell. This is a complete trap!”

At the other end of the communication, Marshal Julian’s unquestionable command was: “Just hold on until the airship troops break the enemy’s barrier, the follow-up troops are replenished, and the enemy’s lair is captured. I promise to make up for all your losses.”

The command system of each army is lagging behind. Marshal Julian did not go to the front line in person. He only relied on the oral statements of the front-line officers. The decision he made was also very simple: order the front-line troops to stand firm on the enemy’s wall, and the follow-up troops will follow up immediately.

There was nothing wrong with this. The most difficult thing to attack a city has always been to climb the enemy’s wall.

From the front-line battle report, the information Marshal Julian got was that as long as he worked harder and harder, the heart of Texas, New Basilicata, would be in his hands.

As for the assassins, artillery, and support troops infiltrated by the wolf tribe, the attacks were nothing more than suicide attacks that the Texans had to take in order to delay their terrible attack.

As the artillery was silenced and the follow-up troops were attacked again, the offensive momentum of the British army on the front line gradually slowed down.

Since the order was to persist in fighting and wait for reinforcements, the first batch of Quebec Divisions that climbed the city simply gave up the attack completely, and instead relied on the city wall for defense, trying to gain a foothold on the city wall, as if a wedge was firmly nailed in New Basilicata.

In the alley, the werewolf centurion, who seemed to be soaked in blood, was holding a head with half of the spine attached, laughing and saying, “I thought all these British guys were poisoned by banned drugs.”

Another elite leader sneered, “They want to use our city walls for defense. It’s a good plan, but the patriarch has already anticipated it.”

Inside the walls of New Basilicata are intricate underground bunkers. Only Texans know the exits of all bunkers. In addition, some open passages are simply dead ends.

The wolf team in the alley quickly got into the corridor of the city wall.

A moment later, the sound of fighting and gunfire on the city wall rang again. Since Giuliano dared to make the decision to be trapped in the isolated city, he naturally had the confidence to defend it.

In his plan, after the outer artillery, the first city wall, the outer city area, the second city wall, the inner city area, and even the entire New Basilicata fell, they could rely on Wolfburg to continue fighting.

In the sky, accompanied by a piercing roar, a huge steam airship disintegrated with a bang, turning into countless burning fragments, and the wreckage fell into the city, causing a series of explosions.

Fringilla had no time to take care of these small details at this time. She was in charge of the entire New Basilicata magic array system. She was indeed terrifyingly strong, but the number of enemies was too large.

The individual strength of the spellcasters of the Royal Mage Corps was not worth mentioning, but when they united, even the legendary spellcasters could not be underestimated. Most of them were middle and lower-level mages. In the Middle Ages, even a lower-level mage like Nishaya who had just gotten rid of her apprenticeship status would have surpassed them in terms of knowledge.

But it was precisely because they were eager for quick success and had no future that they gave birth to a large number of spellcasters who were like consumables and did not need to be used with any care, and their destructive power was quite terrible.

As if they had realized that anti-magic bombs had limited effects on blood magic, the airships on the city walls stopped dropping such bombs and instead used pure white crystal bombs, with the goal of using powerful destructive power to forcibly break the tolerance threshold of the magic circle.

In addition, hundreds of spellcasters flew out of the cabin, surrounding a white-robed clergyman and concentrating their magic power on the ancient cross in his hand.

The white-robed clergyman chanted exorcism prayers loudly, overlooking the huge mountain city from a high position.

Above the city, he vaguely saw a human face wearing a white bone crown, revealing a pair of delicate tiger teeth, sneering at him, and knew that this was a great demon, with golden light all over his body.

“Be sober and alert. Your enemy, the devil, walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.”

The tone of his chanting became louder and louder: “I have given you the power to trample on snakes and scorpions, and to overcome all the power of the enemy. Nothing can harm you.”

The golden cross turned into a spear in his hand, covered with pearls, gems, and gold: “All evil spirits, demons, report to hell under the light of the Lord!”

After that, he threw down the sacred spear that condensed hundreds of spellcasters, including the four elements of earth, fire, wind, and water.

The cross fell to the ground like a meteorite. Before it approached the mountain city, layers of bloody ripples rose above the city. The bloody ripples were spinning rapidly, as if they were a passage to another world.

Following this, a huge bloody palm stretched out from the vortex and directly grasped the tip of the spear.

Chi——

Smoke was rising.

Visibly, the color of the palm became lighter and lighter, but then, a hand stretched out from the vortex again and grabbed the sky fiercely. The white-robed priest felt dizzy and when he opened his eyes again, the surroundings were already scarlet.

And in the bloody world, a giant with a huge body standing in the boundless sea of ​​blood, like a giant who created the world in Eastern mythology, covered with a layer of armor made of white bones, was looking down at him from a high position.

“Tyrant, Dracula’s blood.”

The white-robed clergyman couldn’t help but exclaimed.

This is a terrible ability recorded in the church, which only the most powerful blood lord in the ancient blood court of Transylvania has.

Through the vortex above his head, he can vaguely see his huge floating airship and more than a hundred floating spellcasters, but at this moment, his only thought is to shout: “Run, run!”

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To deal with such a terrible enemy, you must not adopt the human wave tactic.

Because the blood flowing in every living thing will become the nutrient of this blood-sucking monster.

“Heh–“

The “Tyrant” held the “holy spear” that was flying towards him with one hand, and with the other hand, he grasped the air. Immediately, a series of human figures exploded in the sky, and the caster’s blood full of essence was splattered all over the sky. It was almost visible to the naked eye that the Tyrant’s palm, which had become illusory due to touching the holy object, solidified again.

The white-robed priest was so angry that his eyes were about to burst, and he resolutely chose to sacrifice his life. His whole body instantly turned into a burning torch, and the terrible holy flames rose behind him.

“Destroy, monster who deserves to go to hell!”

The Tyrant seemed to be frightened by his resolute move and wanted to throw him out of the blood field.

But the white-robed priest became more and more excited, roaring and urging the holy spear, and he would nail the “Tyrant”‘s palm even if he destroyed himself. The next moment, the whole bloody world was engulfed by the boundless holy flames.

Although he was in extreme pain, the white-robed priest had a calm face.

Eliminating this demon for the empire and the world, such merits deserve to go straight to the ninth heaven and stand beside God.

“Stupid old man with no vision, the fanatics of this church are really stupid people who burn themselves at any time.”

In front of him, the tyrant who was “struggling” in the flames suddenly sneered, and then his body dissipated like ice and snow melting – Fulin decisively abandoned the small world she got for free from the medieval vampire, and let it perish with the old man in white robes.

Anyway, after returning to the medieval world, this bloody world will be restored to its original state.

After solving the most threatening white-robed clergy, the tyrant’s mouth curled up slightly, revealing a pair of fangs, and his huge blood-red eyes were full of greed: “You just fought very happily, but it doesn’t matter, I forgive you.”

“Next, the benevolent Ms. Fulinjila will send you to reunite with the old man.”