Just as the fighting was raging under the castle in Nabil Forest.
On a high tower on the sub-wall inside the castle, King Tihamoyin of Yako, the queen, and many royal members were present. Most of them had expressions of fear and tension on their faces, and only the king seemed slightly calm.
"King, I... why should we follow you here? Can't we stay in Naitmoni? It's too dangerous here. I want to go back..."
A young man in an exquisite light yellow cotton coat clung to the pillar tightly, his eyes occasionally looking at the bloody rain outside the French window and the battlefield outside the city wall in the distance, and he spoke stutteringly.
"… "
The king did not respond to the junior's words, but turned his head and whispered to his wife to take good care of their youngest daughter, the twelve-year-old Princess Ahsoka.
The queen nodded gently, took her little daughter's hand from another royal lady, and held her in her arms. Ahsoka's eyes were a little confused, her little hands wrapped around her mother's waist, her face pressed against her arms, her eyes shifted from the faces of her uncles and aunts with panicked expressions, as well as her brothers and sisters, to her father's back.
She knew that her country was at war, but she didn't understand why her relatives were so scared. Was it because the enemy was so powerful
Ahsoka often heard about the Trisur Empire in the palace, and she knew that it was a big country different from the Principality of Yako, and even much more prosperous than the Principality of Yako...
But why fight
Didn’t father say that the Principality of Yaco was once a part of the Trisur Empire? Just like my brother Carlo, although he left Netmoni after his coming-of-age ceremony and was appointed lord of Pala by my father, aren’t we still a family
The atmosphere in the attic of the tower was solemn.
At this moment, the door creaked open and seven or eight men strode in. They were the Rose Messengers led by Messenger Ulbert.
"Your Majesty Tiha, I didn't expect that you love the people so much that you personally brought your family to the front line to supervise the battle. After hearing the news, the troops guarding the Nabil Forest Castle were greatly excited and their morale was boosted a lot..."
Envoy Ulbert saluted lightly while touching his chest and chuckled.
In fact, he knew very well that the King of Yaco in front of him probably did not trust the envoys of the Kingdom of Beelzebub and had already planned to flee... Coming to the front line to supervise the battle was one thing, but if the help offered by his side did not work, once the Nabil Forest Castle was captured, the Principality of Yaco would no longer have room for resistance, and by then, the other side would be able to evacuate with the royal family members as soon as possible.
Ulbert did not point this out, but instead gave the other party a fake smile and compliment. He did not care whether King Yaco and the royal family lived or died, as long as he completed the Rose King's order... Use the Nabil Forest Castle as a meat grinder, let Yaco's army and civilians serve as fuel, and swallow as much flesh and blood of the imperial army as possible!
"Emissary Ulbert, thank you very much for your help. I saw the situation on the battlefield. It is indeed as you said. We have successfully resisted the attack of the Imperial Army..."
King Tihamoyin smiled and did not respond to the other party's words. Instead, he turned around and nodded to express his gratitude.
"The Kingdom of Beelzebub is indeed a powerful country, with strength that is beyond the reach of our Yako... Even though the Imperial Army is extremely brave, the extraordinary means you bring can give ordinary armies an amazing improvement."
As he spoke, he shook his head and sighed, and euphemistically described the blood rain ritual, which looked evil and brutal, as a means of strengthening the army.
Ulbert wanted to say a few more humble words, but out of the corner of his eye he saw some Yaco soldiers fleeing in panic on the high wall outside the French window.
"Um?"
King Tihamoyin noticed the messenger's strangeness and looked back at the battlefield.
The imperial army had been smashed to pieces by the "corrupted flesh puppets" transformed by the blood rain, but a group of young men and women with different and strange clothes came from the rear, numbering thousands.
These guys, who obviously did not look like soldiers, relied on their powerful flintlock rifles and bombs to instantly curb the momentum of the "corrupted flesh puppets", and each of them used extraordinary means to continuously eliminate those twisted human monsters.
One of the figures caught the attention of King Tiha.
Because the distance was too far, he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly. He could only judge that he was a young man based on his vague body shape and attire... This person was like a sharp knife, stabbing into the camp of the "Fallen Meat Puppets" in reverse, keeping a distance of hundreds of meters from the other thousands of strange men and women, and going deep alone, forming a sharp contrast.
I saw the opponent constantly throwing playing cards, accurately hitting every "fallen flesh puppet" within a range of 20 meters in front. These cards flew out of the opponent's hands like terrible blades, easily cutting through the limbs and head of the twisted monsters, splashing blood.
The king also saw with his own eyes that the enemy was swinging his cloak on the battlefield, flashing forward continuously, like a real magician, turning the battlefield into a stage to perform "instant teleportation".
Those twisted human bodies that seemed extremely terrifying to the king would be easily torn into pieces by this person's hands that had turned into crocodile heads once they got close to him!
"As expected, the Imperial Army still has countermeasures..."
King Tiha couldn't help but take a deep breath, retract his gaze and said in a deep voice.
The envoy Ulbert was silent for a few seconds, then he chuckled, raised a finger and said to the king:
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Although the Imperial Army has sent a large number of Undead Strangers, the 'Flesh and Blood Punishment Ritual' has just begun... Wait a moment, and you will see them retreating step by step."
As he spoke, Ulbert walked to the French window of the tower, overlooking the battlefield in the distance, opened his arms and said in an exaggerated tone:
"Wow, there should be two to three thousand of these undead strangers, and they are all extraordinary beings... Unfortunately, they are still too weak."
He shook his head.
King Tiha and the other royal family members stood quietly, holding onto a little hope, expecting that the outcome of the war would be as the messenger said... In this way, they would not have to abandon their power and wealth and leave here.
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"Fuck! Brother Beizi is too strong!"
The Dragon King spread his arms, which turned into huge dark brown wings like an eagle, and hovered over the battlefield. After seeing the backs of the people in front of him who had already penetrated deep into the monster tide, he shouted excitedly.
He saved a short video of what he saw and shared it on the faction channel so that all the circus players who were fighting could know about it.
"—This technique, this operation, this viewing experience... He is definitely a big boss!"
"—Just from the back view and the ability to attack, he really looks like a replica of Jack... But to be honest, he is really handsome!"
“—We should call Beizi brother ‘Little Jack’ now, hahahahahaha…”
"—As we all know, Jackspeight, the head of the circus, the Archon of the Senate of the Kangkai Council, and a member of the Imperial Inquisition... is known as 'Little North'."
"—laughing to death."
“—Stop talking nonsense! Kill the monsters quickly! Too many people died in the west, and there’s a gap!”
"—Got it! I came out from the resurrection point in the rear camp and rushed over to provide support immediately!"
Circus players were communicating in the chat channel.
With their help, the Imperial Army quickly reorganized its ranks. Following the whistles and orders of the officers, they assembled in an orderly manner and once again fired at the wave of fallen meat puppets with their muskets.
The crackling sound of gunfire was endless and the pungent smell of gunpowder was everywhere.
Countless twisted human bodies were pierced by bullets, shattered like broken dolls, and fell on the road of the sprint.
Just as the Imperial Army was gradually overwhelmed the monsters and was about to reach the castle gate, a series of loud noises like earthquakes began to shake the castle.
Boom!
It was as if a visible shock wave was spreading in all directions, centered on the Nabil Forest Castle. The blood rain falling from the sky turned into blood mist, and the broken limbs and arms on the battlefield floated up as if they had lost gravity.
Immediately, under the astonished gaze of the crowd, these broken limbs and arms seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible huge hands, constantly spinning and twisting, forming seven huge "vortexes of flesh and blood" in the air above the battlefield!
Even some of the “Fallen Meat Puppets” that were charging and wreaking havoc were blown up uncontrollably and were sucked into the vortex.
"What the hell is this?!"
A player looked up and was horrified at the strange sight in the sky.
"No... I don't know. It seems to be some ultimate move of the opponent. Will we all be killed instantly?"
The player next to him replied.
Kakaka…
The hair-raising sound of bones breaking, accompanied by the slippery sound of disgusting mucus, spread around. The seven whirlpools shrank smaller and smaller, eventually forming a "big meat ball" composed of flesh and blood debris with a diameter of more than ten meters, which fell to the ground with a loud bang.
Donglong!
The soil soaked by the blood rain stirred up layers of dark red earth waves, and the imperial army and the players could clearly feel the tremors coming from under their feet.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, the seven huge balls of flesh began to wriggle, and gradually unfolded dozens of sturdy arms and legs that were curled up in a ball, and stood up like a giant "centipede human body".
It looked like a giant monster made of countless corpses, with countless heads on its body. Some were corrupted meat puppets, and some were imperial soldiers. They had hideous faces and were screaming and wailing wildly.
Winter, winter, winter…
Seven stitched monsters took a step forward and rushed towards the imperial army like a mountain and a sea.
“Fire!
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Beep!
The officer blew his whistle hard to convey the order to shoot.
The soldiers of the Imperial Army were shocked when they saw the huge monster, but they were not afraid. They raised their guns and pulled the triggers without retreating.
Amid crackling sounds, countless dense projectiles were concentrated on the stitched monster, but they could not cause any substantial damage.
Next second.
With a few loud bangs, the ground seemed to explode, and waves of earth were raised. A stitched monster raised its many fists and pounded wildly in the imperial army's camp. Countless soldiers were smashed into meat paste.
For a moment, the orders to retreat and shouts were mixed with screams.
The players reacted quickly and began to focus their fire on the seven stitched monsters.
They realized that this might be the second stage of the war, and they were facing a "level boss", so they attacked without holding back.
However, the behemoth before them seemed to possess a certain mysterious resistance, and the damage caused to it by the sequence abilities used by the players was very limited, and was even not much different from those of ordinary flintlock muskets...
Almost impossible to break through!
Just at this moment.
A fireball burning with golden light fell from the sky and directly hit the chest of a stitched monster.
Hugh—Boom!
The huge impact force caused the Stitched Monster to stagger, and a raging fire broke out on his body.
The players followed the direction of the fireballs and turned to look behind them, and found that those huge mechanical catapults were firing golden shells... The attack on the Stitched Monster came from them.
However, the Stitched Monster itself is made up of "corrupted meat puppets" and has strong resistance to high temperatures. Even with flames burning on its body, it continues to move and wreak havoc in the Imperial Army's camp.
At the same time, the blood rain falling from the sky was continuously providing energy to the Stitched Monster, enabling it to recover from the minor injuries on its body.
Seeing this, the Imperial Army and the players seemed to be in a tricky predicament.
With a slight sound, the flying card passed through the sight, and then the figure of Polaris suddenly appeared in front of a stitched monster. He held a small crossbow in his hand, fired a few times, and shot several red rays, hitting the opponent.
I saw that several arms of this stitched monster disappeared out of thin air, and strange bite wounds appeared on its body.
"efficient!"
"Brother Beizi is awesome!"
"To defeat the BOSS, we still have to rely on Brother Beizi's output!"
The players shouted excitedly.
hold head high-
The heads on the stitched monster screamed in unison, making a strange and powerful howl. Blood rained continuously from the sky, watering its huge body, and soon new arms grew back on its body.
The players' originally happy mood fell to the bottom again.
The Stitched Monster used his newly grown arms to hit Polaris a few times and almost knocked him down from the sky. Fortunately, he flew out of the cards and moved to another position in the first time, thus avoiding being killed instantly.
"Abei, is there any other way?"
"Our damage is too low, we can't even break through the defense... This big guy is not afraid of the human wave tactics at all."
Dongyang and Chenxi came to Polaris and said in a deep voice.
Polaris looked at the Stitched Monster still wreaking havoc and shook his head helplessly.
Several members of the high-level player team couldn't help but show a headache expression.
Right now.
In the camp in the rear.
The circus cadres have returned. They stand quietly behind the troupe leader, looking at the battlefield in the distance together.
As the blood rain got heavier, Antonio suddenly sneezed, and his eyes gradually became bloodshot. He shook his head a few times and said to the boss in a deep voice:
"Mr. Jack, Anton feels a little uncomfortable... It feels like something is growing out of his body, it's itchy and uncomfortable... Anton wants to kill, he wants to vent."
Chen Lun looked back at the cow thoughtfully.
He guessed that the ritual set up by the other party might have inadvertently triggered the strange holy sword in Anton's body, which caused him to experience some discomfort.
"Forget it. It's not easy for players to deal with such enemies at this stage..."
Immediately, he nodded and chuckled, then touched Anton's forehead affectionately and said:
"In that case, go play."
"Thank you, Mr. Jack."
Antonio snorted with delight, did a five-second tap dance on all fours, and then rushed out in a flash.
Flo Yin and the rest of his men continued to remain silent, watching the cow's figure gradually disappear in the blood rain.