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Chapter 124: Meat Grinder Saint Attraction
Limestone Fortress.

At this time, the fortress has completely turned into a war hell called a meat grinder.

A soldier named Vane stood on the city wall, stabbing downwards with the spear in his hand.

He was surrounded by his comrades, and every soldier had almost abandoned their emotions at this moment.

Every time the bullet pierces the flesh, you can clearly feel the sensation.

He pulled the gun tip out of the zombie's body with all his might, turned around and kicked a zombie that was about to climb up hard.

The city walls were already in chaos, but in most areas there were still soldiers putting up a stubborn resistance.

Suddenly, there were chirping sounds in the sky and the feeling of a breeze.

Vane, who had been on the battlefield for three days, had already immersed himself in the battle.

In his dreams, he was using weapons to kill zombies, those humanoid monsters that looked like they were lying on the ground.

The fact that he is still alive and even defending at the very front of the city wall is not just luck.

Sensing this, he instinctively grasped the gun with one hand without hesitation. With the other hand, he pulled out the short blade from his waist and slashed at the sky without even looking.

The timing of the swing was just right, and with a powerful swing he instantly chopped down the giant bat that was about to attack him vertically from the sky.

The blade swung and directly cut off its claws. The severe pain made the bat unable to maintain its body shape in the air and swayed wildly.

The blade was thrown directly to the feet, and he held the spear in both hands and stabbed it fiercely at the bats in the sky.

With an angry look on his face, Wayne turned around and yelled at the person behind him, "You rotten tooth..." The sound of his curse suddenly stopped.

Behind him, his teammates, who were originally in the same team with him, were now lying in a pool of blood.

I don't know when the teammates behind him and above him had already died.

But that's how war is. He just felt a little emotional and then calmed down.

Since he entered the fortress, such scenes have been played out every day.

Just then, some errand soldiers rushed up, crying and shouting, and when they saw the corpse, they dragged it and ran downstairs.

For these soldiers who were responsible for transporting the wounded and corpses, every time they rushed up the city wall, it was a life-and-death journey.

I heard sobbing sounds next to my ears.

"Cry, cry, cry, you're just crying, you little coward. Pick up his weapon for me. If another bat falls, I'll make you pay!"

He shouted to a recruit next to him, but how would he know the recruit's name?

Let’s talk about it after we survive today.

Seeing that the recruit was still crying, he slapped him to vent his emotions.

Turn around, hold your weapon and continue fighting.

Miguel looked at him and wiped his tears with trembling arms, wiping the blood from his hands all over his face and even blurring his eyes.

He had no choice but to wipe it again with a clean surface before crawling over using his hands and feet to pick up the weapon.

He stood behind veteran Vane, holding his weapon, looking at the sky vigilantly, his eyes fixed on the sky.

Perhaps because he was extremely nervous, he could hardly hear the sounds around him.

When a bat fell from the sky.

He acted decisively, thrusting his spear forward swiftly.

But it failed.

Perhaps because he was too nervous and thrust with too much force, he did not hit the enemy, but instead stabbed ahead and blocked the bat's attack.

Without even turning his head, Vane continued his attack: "Well done!"

Although he didn't know whether the recruits behind him killed the enemy, at least he could feel that the enemy that fell from the sky did not attack him.

The veterans' praise encouraged the new recruits.

Miguel was about to say something when his eyes widened and his face was filled with horror.

Vane, who had just been praising him, now had no head and blood gushed out of his body.

The blood that rushed into the sky turned into a column of water and poured into the mouth of a pale figure.

What he was holding in his hand was the head of veteran Vane. The human-like head opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and bit the face of the head hard.

He tore off a lot of meat skin and chewed it in his mouth.

Miguel was as still as a stone statue. He felt his stomach churning and an urge to vomit was about to burst out.

This was a vampire officer, and he rushed directly towards the city wall.

While he was chewing, the soldiers around him noticed the enemy suddenly rushing towards him, surrounded him directly, and started attacking him with their weapons without hesitation.

"A race of pigs." As he spoke, the blood in his hand turned into a slender sword blade and swept across.

The soldier's weapon was broken, his body was split in two, and his internal organs and blood began to spray around.

Miguel had already knelt down on the spot, his whole body was in a daze.

"Juan! Don't be impulsive, you still need to command the battle!" Not far away, a non-commissioned officer shouted to the young general next to him.

The young general, wearing armor and holding a sword, stared at that part of the city wall.

It was exactly the place where the vampire officer rushed up.

"If we don't stop him, morale will collapse!"

Juan shouted and rushed forward with a stomping step.

As he rushed forward, his left hand was filled with magical power, which attached to the blade.

The blade in his hand suddenly became sharper, and magic power was flowing on it.

The officer who tried to dissuade him shouted fiercely, but Juan didn't even turn his head, so he could only turn his head helplessly.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a blood-red spear coming towards him. He tried his best to dodge, but he didn't have the strength to do so.

The spear pierced through his head and nailed him to the building next to him.

A figure directly jumped over the city wall, smashed down heavily, and landed next to the corpse, pulling out the spear.

The slender tongue licked the blood and white colloid on it.

"Hmm, it tastes pretty good." This was a burly vampire warrior with a ferocious and arrogant look on his face.

Opposite the fortress.

There was the vampire camp, with a large number of vampire soldiers gathered around the camp, some of them were rushing towards the fortress in an endless stream.

They had to continue the attack and not give the soldiers in the fortress any chance to breathe.

Martin sat in the tent.

A vampire knight below was reporting: "According to the intelligence we gathered, more than half of the enemy's reinforcements have already arrived at the fortress.

The remaining half of the troops are stationed in the towns behind the fortress, and in the cities further back. Based on the distances, they can come to the fortress to provide support at any time."

Hearing this report, Martin nodded and asked, "Is there more support? Is there any on the way?"

The vampire knight shook his head: "According to our observation, there should be no more.

If there are any more, they must be farther away and won’t reach the fortress in a while.”

Martin nodded and asked another vampire mage dressed in a black robe, also known as the tailor.

"How's the siege troll?"

"Perfect, General. You can always call upon them to serve as your heavy hammer."

"Haha, that's good! Come on, I'm going to go take a look. Let me see if the other side has sent any powerful people."

Martin stood up and walked out of the tent holding his exaggerated giant sword.

On the fortress wall.

The young general, Juan, who rushed up, was already fighting with the vampire officer on the opposite side.

The surrounding soldiers tacitly made way for them to avoid being affected.

"What a bunch of ugly monsters." Juan's face was full of disgust, waving the weapon in his hand and slashing continuously.

It was obvious that his skills and strength were superior, and the vampire officer on the opposite side was completely suppressed.

He could only control the blood and interfere with the opponent from time to time in order to stay alive a little longer.

Finding a flaw, Juan stabbed with his sword, directly piercing the enemy's chest and abdomen.

He knew that this would not kill the enemy, so he slashed it hard, leaving a huge wound in the enemy's chest and abdomen.

One could even see the pale, bloodless internal organs of the vampire through this huge wound.

However, taking advantage of this opportunity, the vampire officer opened his mouth fiercely and bit Juan's shoulder hard, even breaking his shoulder armor and gnawing into his flesh with his teeth.

Juan, his eyes widening in pain, struck out fiercely with his elbow. Suddenly, the blood clan officer's neck snapped, tearing a piece of flesh from his shoulder.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Juan gritted his teeth and chopped the enemy's head with the sword.

The vampire officer was even crazier than he thought. The blood from the flesh he tore off turned into black blood-colored spikes under his control.

At this time, the bloody atmosphere suddenly enveloped the entire fortress wall.

The exaggerated aura made Juan, who was highly focused on the battle at the moment, stunned for a moment.

The bloody spike pierced Juan's abdomen in an instant, but his head was also chopped off.

His abdomen was stabbed and a large amount of dirty blood flowed into his body. The surrounding soldiers quickly dragged the officer away.

A figure rushed out of the fortress and landed directly on the city wall.

He looked ahead at the city wall.

Martin was already at the city wall, floating in the air with his huge bat wings spread out, holding an exaggerated giant sword in his hand.

Looking at the enemies rushing out because of his breath.

Very strong, definitely not weaker than him.

It seems that this is the strong man sent for this battle.

"Are you their general? The monster with bat wings?" asked the unknown strong man.

Martin just stared at him, and after observing for a while, he swung his giant sword across.

At the moment of the chop, Martin widened his eyes and quickly controlled his wings to turn himself around.

However, he was still a step too slow. A spike of ice crystals suddenly struck from the upper corner, piercing one of his wings. It completely penetrated the wing, and a large amount of frost froze it, rendering half of the wing unable to move.

The unknown strong man also took this opportunity to rush over with a long-handled battle axe in his hand.

It was totally inconsistent with his seemingly elegant appearance.

"die!"

An axe came down hard, and Martin could only raise his sword to block it. However, he was already injured, and under the heavy pressure, he was directly knocked to the ground.

Martin, who was smashed to the ground, turned into a bloody stream of light, flying in all directions, and turned into a bloody body like a bat, and left the battlefield in an instant.

The elegant and powerful man holding the giant axe wanted to continue chasing, but the wizard who had previously exchanged information with the bishop appeared beside him.

"Don't chase Tomac, be careful of an ambush."

The warrior named Tomac stopped and snorted as he watched the fleeing bloody light.

Looking down at the vampire soldiers who were still attacking, he swung his battle axe and fell like a meteorite.

Looking at this scene, the wizard could only shake his head helplessly, holding his staff and returning to the city wall, observing vigilantly.

He murmured to himself, "What a pity! I thought I could keep the enemy general here.

Judging from his appearance, he must be Martin. I wonder if there are any other powerful people hidden in the enemy camp.

If not, now is actually the best time to attack."

Although he said so, he did not take any action. After all, it was just speculation. A rash attack might cost a greater price. Besides, he was not an officer. He was just a mage accompanying the army and was only responsible for the prince.

At this time, Martin, who had a broken wing, returned to the tent.

"Damn, there are actually two of them. Could one of them have been hiding in the fortress for a long time?" Martin frowned as he reviewed the situation.

He had been observing the enemy's support and was sure that only the strong man holding the battle axe just now was the support from behind.

The mage didn't see any movement at all, or rather, the mage had been in the fortress the whole time but had not taken any action.

The result was also a wizard who could rival him.

The tailor in the tent came over and checked the injury on Martin's back.

"General, one of the wings is completely broken. It will take some time to repair it."

"Then you should do it quickly."

Martin thought that although there was another strong man in the tent, they might not have the advantage in a 2-on-2 fight.

To be on the safe side, we have to transfer another person, and all the reinforcements sent by the enemy must be left in the fortress.

"Have the ships been sent?"

"They've been sent over, we can take action now."

……

With the brief confrontation between the two powerful fighters, the battle came to a temporary end.

The soldiers in the fortress finally had a chance to rest, which was a rare opportunity to breathe.

At this time, in the command room of the fortress.

In addition to the prince, bishop and others, there was a girl-like person present, Anita standing behind her.

An officer shouted loudly: "These reinforcements are not enough, the enemy's numbers are endless.

If we don’t find a solution, we will still not be able to hold the fortress.”

Another official said, "Troops from surrounding cities have been dispatched, and the troops from the capital are still on their way.

And don't expect the king to send many troops. The idiots from the Minx Alliance have been eyeing the border covetously."

The prince just looked at the bishop and the saint.

"The Church, are you really unwilling to take action?"

The bishop glanced at him and could only say helplessly, "I also hate these dark and evil races, but we have not received any orders from the cathedral.

Treating the soldiers and protecting the civilians was the best we could do."

Hearing this, the prince could only sigh and nodded helplessly.

At this time, the Saint suddenly said: "Your Excellency the Bishop, your letter has arrived at the cathedral.

The Great Lord has already sent members of the Inquisition to the Kingdom of Safuro to gather information."

Hearing this, not only the bishop, but also the prince and the surrounding officers couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"The reason is... colluding with the evil god."

As soon as the saint said this, the prince and others, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, immediately became several times uglier.

"Colluding with the evil god?" The prince frowned.

The bishop took a look from the side and said silently, "Your Excellency, have you read the previous fluctuation briefing?"

"Briefing? No, I've been busy with troop deployments and requests for support, and arguing with those damn idiots in the royal capital." When he said this, the prince's face was full of resentment.

“Really? About a year ago, the shadow of the evil god appeared near the Grey Mountain Range on the border of Safuro.

Through exchanging intelligence with the dwarves, we can confirm that it is because of the appearance of an unprecedented evil god."

An officer took a deep breath and said, "Now that it's confirmed that those damned vampires are related to the evil god, we should send troops to eliminate them as soon as possible."

The bishop looked at him and shook his head: "There is no evidence. This is a trial of a country."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and said seriously, "Do you hope that the entire kingdom will be labeled as colluding with the evil god because of the activities of some cultists?"

Although his tone was serious, everyone present could hear the sarcasm in his words.

The officer fell silent.

He knew that in recent years, those damn stupid nobles of the Kingdom of Cohen would occasionally be involved in collusion with cultists.

The most important thing is that some of them are his relatives.

The saint just glanced at the bishop and said nothing more.

Instead, he talked about some strange information.

"According to the latest intelligence from the Church, organizations like Shattered Stone, Wild Beast Sword Saint, Eye of the Breeze, and the Ant Mage Council seem to have sent personnel to the Kingdom of Saffro."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the audience fell silent.

Their silence comes entirely from them, and they don't know why this happened.

"Why?" The prince looked puzzled.

These organizations are spread all over the world, why would they come to this place?

Is there some unspeakable and exaggerated secret in the Blood Clan Royal Court that attracted these people here?

"I don't know. The intelligence didn't specify."

Humph, lies.

(End of this chapter)