Garriott was lying on a desk, his head buried in his arms, snoring loudly. He was originally recording the previous battle report, but the fatigue in his blood made it difficult for him to resist, and he fell asleep without realizing it.
Neither a warrior with strict self-discipline nor a wizard with strong spirit would lose control so easily, but for a bloodline warrior, someone who relies on instinctive power will eventually be controlled by instinct.
Every time he overused the power of his bloodline, he would fall into deep fatigue. This fatigue came from the subtle parts of the body and was difficult to resist. Even though his power had been awakened to a very profound level, he still could not avoid the innate defects of a bloodline warrior.
The God of Nature is fair. Those with blood can easily gain powerful strength, but they are not as good as fighting warriors in terms of endurance and explosive power, and are not as good as magicians in energy control and spiritual cultivation. This gap becomes more obvious as one reaches a higher realm, just like a powerful beast will eventually fall to a skilled hunter. If you face someone like Gabriel who is at the same realm but practices both magic and martial arts, it is like a player with only one trump card encountering an opponent with both hands full of cards. It is almost impossible to defeat the opponent.
But at this moment, Garriott was awakened by the rumbling roar coming from afar. Although he was very tired and didn't know what was happening, his blood instinct told him that he was in danger.
Garriott stood up, and he felt a tingling sensation in his limbs, which was a sign that his injuries had not healed and his blood circulation had not recovered. He opened the window and found that the continuous roar came from the west side of the city. There were only a few rays of light left in the sunset, but the whole sky was illuminated by the continuous flashes of fire, which were the explosions caused by the enemy's artillery fire falling into the city, and the flames that rose after the inner city buildings were ignited.
"The shield of the city defense barrier has been breached?" Garriott stared at the sky with his super eyesight and suddenly found that the original egg-shaped shield was no longer intact, revealing a huge gap, and countless shells fell every minute and every second.
"Why didn't anyone notify me?" Pushing open the door of the room, he found his nephew Solshi, who was also a blood warrior, sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall and sleeping soundly.
Garriott sensed that there was nothing wrong with his body, but he was sleeping like this, and immediately realized that this was an attack. He slapped Solshi's face hard, but the other party didn't react much until he punched him in the face, and Solshi screamed and woke up.
"Uncle?" Solxi covered his face, completely confused about what was going on.
"Do you remember how you fell asleep?" Garriott asked.
"I don't know. After you came back, you said you wanted to sort out the battle reports, so I drove everyone on this floor away and then stood guard at the door myself. What's going on?"
"What about the others?"
"According to your arrangement, half of the people are outside inspecting the defense positions, and the remaining half are mostly resting in the rooms on the first and second floors." Solshi said.
Garriott said, "Someone is going to deal with us. Come with me to see who is still awake. We can't stay in this house."
The two of them walked towards the stairs. The place where the Black Guards were stationed was a three-story house with seven or eight rooms on each floor, and a yard in front and back. They walked along the corridor on the third floor and saw several servants sleeping on the floor. When they reached the second floor, they heard the sound of swords slashing downstairs. Garriott looked down from the gap in the stairs and saw dozens of fully armed warriors rushing into the rooms and wantonly hacking and killing the Black Guards inside.
Solshi's breathing became heavy, and scales began to appear on his hands. He was about to rush downstairs, but was grabbed by Garriott, and the scales that had already appeared retreated again: "Uncle? Judging from their actions, these people are not strong! We can't let them kill our people."
"Idiot! Didn't they expect my strength? There must be a truly strong man waiting there. Follow me out of the window." Garriott took Solshi all the way to the end of the corridor on the second floor, then jumped out of the window and came to the garden.
Garriott walked towards the wall with his body bent, and said to Solshi: "Listen, the city defense barrier shield has been broken, and the Chinese are bound to rush in. Now we must find a place to hide and take the opportunity to rush out when the city is in chaos. The Empire does not know that the Chinese are so powerful. We must bring this news back."
Before Solshi could answer, another voice came from the front: "You can't bring the news back."
Garriott looked up and saw Marco waiting by the wall with two swords in hand. Beside him, the wizard Aida had already released a fireball into the sky.
"Why is it you!" Garriott said as his body began to transform. Without waiting for the other party to answer, he pulled Solshi and rushed to the side, obviously not intending to let the other party delay any time.
However, he hadn't run a few steps when two sword energies came from a distance, one on the left and one on the right, cutting off his possibility of rushing forward. Garriott gritted his teeth and crossed his arms to block the sword energies, but they nimbly avoided his arms and slashed under his ribs. The body's defense power had not been fully activated, and the two swords had not yet been cut to a sufficient level, leaving blood all over the body.
Garriott was about to charge, but a man came flying over and slashed with both swords, forcing him back several steps. The man was Marco's younger brother, Marissa.
"Bloodline warriors are indeed paper tigers. Once their bloodline power is insufficient, their strength will decline greatly. Master, I'm afraid you can't even beat the two of us brothers now?" Marco caught up from behind, his words full of sarcasm.
Seeing Garriott still looking around, Marco said, "Don't look anymore. The entire yard has been completely blocked by six high-ranking warriors and a master. No matter which way you try to escape, you will be blocked back."
Sure enough, at this moment, several figures flew over from the sky. Two men and two women were holding magic wands. Garriott recognized them at a glance. Two of them were the magicians who attacked him on the bell tower. The older one had a power that made him palpitate.
"The kingdom is indeed full of despicable people. You actually stood with the Chinese again. We shouldn't trust you guys who have no bottom line." Garriott looked at Marco hatefully and said, "Where is this coward Baldini? He betrayed the empire and betrayed me. Don't you have the courage to come out now?"