Penladu seemed not angry at the frustration of the morning offensive. He rode his horse out again and looked at the four siege towers burning in front of the city wall without saying a word.

The siege bridge that was built was quickly cut off by us and removed from the city wall. I didn't want to lead the fire from the siege tower to the city wall.

The burning pieces of wood roared onto the plain in front of the city wall. This was not a plain, and all the visible trees were cut down by my soldiers or the demons of Penladu, and thus became a plain where both sides fought.

A large number of demonic corpses fell on this plain, and some broken limbs were scattered. Fortunately, it is winter now, and Palik is in the north of the world. The cold winter can effectively seal these corpses so that they will not rot in a very short time.

In a sense, this is one of my advantages. I don’t think those terrible rotten warriors will be afraid of plagues or other diseases caused by rotting corpses.

After the new wave of attacks failed and the loss of many Quxinda soldiers, Penladu did not seem to be in a hurry to continue the attack. He allowed a large number of soldiers to walk out of the fog, but did not allow them to attack the city wall immediately. Instead, a simple evil camp was established at the far end of the plain and at the entrance of the forest.

That camp was the most evil existence I had ever seen in my life. The towering black spikes were everywhere, and from time to time, the horned demons were thrown on these spikes, howling to meet the pierced fate.

Their evil and rotten red blood flowed down the spikes, and a large number of demons surrounded the spikes, howling and roaring, enjoying the blood from the horned demons.

The pungent smell of blood quickly drifted above the city wall along the cold wind. I frowned and waved my hand to call out a small gust of wind, blowing away the approaching stench.

"It's really an eye-opener, young knight, I think you have won the right to name yourself," Pengladu soon rode his horse under the city wall again. He drew his sword and pointed the tip straight at me, with an extremely serious expression, "Tell me, your name?"

"I am Lancelot, you corrupt demon," I was not willing to be outdone, and also pulled out the broken steel and pointed at him, "I will sooner or later cut off your rotten head and purify your evil body."

"Oh, what a spirited declaration," Penladu said with emotion and excitement by pulling his sword back into the sheath. "I'm afraid you don't have that chance, Lancelot, I'll launch a new wave of offensive soon, and this time? I'm serious."

"Come on," I laughed, and also put the broken steel into the sheath. "I can hold this wall until we die of old age!"

"Ah, a very firm belief," Penladu nodded and looked at me with admiration. "Let's wait and see, young Lancelot."

He took a last look at me and rode the rotten war horse away from the plains of the battle. I am afraid that the next wave of attack will arrive soon. Judging from Penladu's tone, this time he will devote all his strength to his hands.

To be honest, I have no confidence in defending this city wall. The Quxinda warriors are already strong enough and there is no way to kill them in an instant. But judging from Penladu's tone, Quxinda is only a little higher than the horned demon.

So how powerful are the rotten warriors he regards as elite, as well as those rotten flesh and blood giants?

I don't know, but what I know is that the enemy is in front of me, and random thoughts have not helped me at all. I knocked my helmet and drove all these pessimistic thoughts out of my mind.

I raised a rifle, and the Valenlia flag above fluttered in the wind. The upper left corner of the flag was designed by my family emblem, Joseph and Sir Sid, who helped me design it. The red base, a golden lute and a sword of the same color were intertwined, and at the top was a circle of beautiful iris.

"Prepare for battle! Warriors!" I held the spear tightly so that everyone could see the flag flying in the sun. "Reinforcements are on the road, we may die, but it is definitely not today, for Valenlia!"

"For Valenlia!" the soldiers shouted as they entered their posts, and buckets of cold water were poured on the cannon's barrels to help them cool faster.

All the soldiers hid in their defensive positions under the command of the officers. They looked calm and most of them were talking and laughing and pressing bullets on the magazines of the submachine guns.

I have heard of the desolate horn of attack more than once, and it rang out not long after Penladu left the wall. As I thought, he no longer held back, and the demons of the entire Shadow Legion of Death rushed towards us like a tide.

At the forefront were a large wave of red waves, and a large number of horned demons carried the ladder to charge towards the city walls. They were the vanguard of Penladu and the main means he used to consume our ammunition.

"Fire the cannon!" I waved the battle flag in my hand vigorously, and the cannon quickly roared and opened fire again. The shells plowed out red marks on the plains, and then they were tight barrage like a storm.

A large number of horned demons were shot several times and fell silently to the ground. I couldn't count how many horned demons died in this wave of offensives, and I only knew that this was far from enough.

"Continue shooting, give priority to those carrying ladders, don't let them put the ladders up!"

The soldiers quickly adjusted the distribution of firepower under the command of the officers. The horn demons carrying the cloud ladder were taken care of. Blood rose from one horn demon after another. After losing too many horn demons, everything happened like yesterday. The remaining horn demons could not continue to carry the heavy horn demons. The weapons they had originally transported to attack the city wall turned into weapons that took their lives.

A large number of horned demons were crushed into flesh paste by the cloud ladder. If it were yesterday, the remaining horned demons should obviously retreat under the command of Penladu.

But today is not. Penladu made up his mind to capture my city wall today, so these horned demons were still rushing towards the city wall without fear of death. Some of the horned demons separated from their large forces, took the ladders instead of their dead kind, and continued to transport them towards the city wall.

This is the first time I realize how difficult these horned demons are. The old people often say, "There are more than ten thousand people, and there is no boundary." But more than 20,000 horned demons? You can't see the end at all. I don't mean the end in the visual sense. You don't know how long it will take to kill to clean up all these damn red demons.

What's worse, just as these red horned demons were not enough, the horn sounded again, and the remaining Quxinda warriors pushed the siege tower and launched a second wave of offensives. Behind them were the rotten warriors who had not yet fought and were eager to try.

"Note" Skede stood beside me, wearing all over the plate armor, holding a long sword and a submachine gun, "They are coming, prepare for close combat!"

The fire speed of cannons is ultimately limited, and the rifle cannot clean up more than 20,000 horned demons. They easily approach the foot of the city wall.

The ladder was lifted high and then buckled heavily on the city wall under the action of inertia.

The sharp whistle sounded at the same time as the ladder mounted the city wall, "They are here, prepare for battle!"

The priests waved their maces and stood as always on the positions of all ladders.

I stood with them and pulled out my broken steel. The soldiers had already taken out their submachine guns and aimed motionlessly at each ladder that had built the city wall.

The fishy smell of the horned demons quickly spread, followed by the first horned demon to climb to the top of the city.

It made a harsh cry, and the scarlet thorns stretched out from its mouth, but the next second its head was smashed by a mace.

It was the Priest Moder who took back his mace, shook off the horn demon organization stained on it, and lifted it up high, "War bravely, brothers, do your best to purify these evil creatures. If we die in battle today, may we meet again in Avalon!"

"The fairy is with us!"

A large number of horned demons rushed up the ladder, and many horned demons gave up the ladder. They stepped on each other and built a physical passage to the top of the city wall.

Every minute and every second, the horned demons screamed from the city wall or fell down the ladder, but every minute and every second, more horned demons rushed to the top of the city wall.

"Draw your sword and let us bravely welcome everything, using the traditional Valenian way!" An officer dropped his submachine gun in his hand, directed his soldiers to draw the sword with him, and fought with his entire team and the horn demons who climbed the city.

These close-fitting weapons, which were mixed with a small amount of silver ingots and blessed by the priests, are the natural nemesis of the demons. Even the Quxinda warriors will be severely burned by these weapons, not to mention the weak horned demon.

I waved the broken steel and quickly cut off the heads of the two horn demons who had just rushed to the city. I kicked their unconscious bodies under the city wall with one kick, and began to observe the situation on the city wall.

Fortunately, we had almost no casualties. These horned demons were very weak, and even Nelbito was much stronger than them. Even ordinary human soldiers could easily deal with one or two horned demons at the same time.

Perhaps the only thing they deserve is the amazing vitality that even if they use guns to shoot their heads, they can still move freely unless you cut off the entire head or smash it into pieces.

Of course, after suffering too much injury, the horned demon will die simply and neatly, and silver weapons can greatly shorten this process.

Compared with soldiers wearing armor and holding silver weapons, the equipment of these horn demons is too shabby. Most of them have only a simple loincloth and only simple rusty iron weapons on their hands. The weapons cannot even be cut off from raw cowhide, let alone tanned leather and steel armor.

There was only a small group of unlucky human soldiers or lucky horn demons. Their weapons hit the soldiers' exposed parts without protection, but they could only cause minor injuries. The soldiers easily cut off their heads or cut off their bodies, turning into another corpse and falling from the city wall.

"Well done! These evil creatures can't compete with us!" I held the broken steel in both hands, and the Avalon fire roared out of the sword, demonizing the five horns that had just rushed to the city wall into ashes.

Of course things won't go so smoothly, as I said, this is not a legendary novel, the Horned Demon quickly stopped attacking because the more powerful Demon arrived.

A silence suddenly flooded the entire battlefield. For a moment, the entire battlefield became silent, followed by the deafening war drums, annoying roars, heavy siege towers, and Quxinda warriors who rushed over like tides.

To be honest, I didn't expect that there were so many of them, after we killed them once.

A large number of Quxinda soldiers followed the bridge formed by the siege tower, holding javelins and daggers quickly approached. Then they made a uniform movement to lift the javelin high and then threw it out.

The overwhelming rain of javelins hit us. I had already set up a shield of divine power at the fastest speed, but it was still not enough. The javelin hit the shield like raindrops, burned to ashes by divine power. The soldiers had raised their shields, but some soldiers were hit by the javelins, most of them in their hands, and a small number were hit by the vital points, and even knocked out, leaving their breath on the spot.

"Kill!" At this time, the fancy words had no effect. I called the name of Misin in a low voice. A Misin sword that was exactly the same as Duangang appeared in the palm of my left hand. I held two long swords and rushed into the group of damn Quxinda warriors first.

The two swords flew, and wherever I went, a rain of purple blood was stirred up, but that was not enough. More Quxinda soldiers rushed out of the siege tower and fought with the priests and soldiers.

"auir!" I attracted flames, condensed into fireballs, and once again lighted all the siege towers into torches.

Pengladu was obviously not an idiot either. He learned the lessons of the day. A large number of horned demons rushed into the siege tower. The Quxinda warriors grabbed them and slit their throats, blood vessels and every artery on their body with a dagger.

Large skewers of red and smelly blood spurted out from the bodies of these horned demons. These madmen! Evil demons! They were trying to use their blood to destroy the flames on the siege tower.

One horned demon after another was slaughtered by Quxinda warriors, and blood splattered out wildly. Although I don’t want to admit it, there is indeed a lot of water in the blood.

I don't know how many horned demons died in each siege tower. They were crazily releasing blood and trying to extinguish the flames. Fortunately, the source of the flames was called out by extraordinary flames, so they finally gave up the siege towers.

The remaining Quxinda warriors stopped climbing the siege tower and rushed up from the ladder, so what they had to do now is very simple to burn the ladder.

When all the ladders followed the footsteps of the siege tower and turned into a burning death channel, Penladu finally gave up the idea of ​​using ordinary siege weapons to defeat me.

Instead, he sent out rotten flesh and blood giants, behemoths that had not participated in the war since the beginning of the war and could easily defeat the city walls.
Chapter completed!