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Chapter 803 Tyrant

Chapter 803 Tyrant

"What? Keep fighting and wait for reinforcements?"

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

On the other end of the line came Marshal Julian's unquestionable command: "Just hold on until the airship troops break through the enemy's barrier, and the follow-up troops arrive to take down the enemy's lair. I promise to make up for all your losses."

The command system of each army was lagging behind. Marshal Julian did not go to the front line in person. He only relied on the oral instructions 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 city wall, and the follow-up troops would follow up immediately.

There is nothing wrong with this. Historically, the most difficult thing in attacking a city is to climb the enemy's wall.

From the battle reports from the front line, the message Marshal Julian got was that as long as he worked harder, the heart of Texas, New Basilicata, would be in his hands.

As for the attacks on the assassins, artillery, and support troops that were infiltrated by the Wolf Clan, they were nothing more than suicide attacks that the Texans had to take in order to delay their own terrible offensive.

As the artillery fell silent and the follow-up troops came under attack, the offensive momentum of the British troops on the front line gradually slowed down.

Since the order was to persist in fighting and wait for reinforcements, the first Quebec Division to enter the city simply gave up the attack completely and instead relied on the city walls for defense, trying to gain a foothold on the walls, as if a wedge was firmly nailed into New Basilicata.

In the alley, a werewolf centurion who looked as if he had been soaked in blood, was holding a head with half of the spine still attached, laughing and saying, "I thought all these British guys were drugged."

Another elite leader sneered, "They want to use our city walls for defense. It's a good plan, but unfortunately the clan leader has already anticipated it."

Inside the walls of New Basilicata are intricate underground bunkers. The exits of all the bunkers are only known to Texans. In addition, some of the obvious passages are basically dead ends.

The wolf group in the alley quickly entered the corridor of the city wall.

A moment later, the sounds of fighting and gunfire on the city wall rang out again. Since Giuliano dared to make the decision to stay in the isolated city, he naturally had the confidence to do so.

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

In the sky, accompanied by a shrill roar, a huge steam airship suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless burning fragments. The wreckage fell into the city, triggering 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 terribly powerful, but the number of enemies was too large.

The individual strength of the spellcasters of the Royal Mage Corps is not worth mentioning, but when they unite, even the legendary spellcasters cannot be underestimated. Most of them are middle and lower-level wizards. In the Middle Ages, even a low-level wizard like Nishaya who had just escaped from her apprenticeship status would probably surpass them in the breadth of knowledge.

But it is precisely because they are pursuing a path of quick success and instant benefits with no future at all that has given rise to this large group of spellcasters who are like consumables, who do not need to be used with any care, and whose destructive power is extremely terrifying.

As if they had realized that anti-magic bombs had limited effect on blood magic, the airships on the city walls no longer dropped such bombs, and instead used pure white crystal bombs. Their purpose was to use powerful destructive force to forcibly break the tolerance threshold of the magic circle.

In addition, no less than a hundred spellcasters flew out of the cabin. They surrounded a white-robed clergyman and focused their magic power on the ancient cross in his hand.

The white-robed clergy chanted exorcism prayers loudly, overlooking the huge mountain city from a high vantage point.

Above the city, he vaguely saw a human face wearing a crown of bones, revealing a pair of delicate fangs, and sneering at him. He knew that this was a formidable demon, with golden light all around him.

"Be sober, be vigilant! Because your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone he may devour."

The tone of his chanting became louder and louder: "I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you."

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

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

The cross fell to the ground like a meteorite. Before it got close to the mountain city, layers of blood-red ripples were set off in the sky above the city. The blood-red ripples were spinning rapidly, as if they were a passage leading to another world.

Immediately afterwards, a huge bloody hand stretched out from the vortex and directly grasped the tip of the gun.

Chi-

Smoke is 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, there was a man standing in the boundless sea of ​​blood. He was of extremely huge stature, like the giant who created the world in Eastern mythology. He was covered with armor made of white bones and was looking down at him from above.

"Tyrant, descendant of Dracula."

The white-robed clergyman couldn't help but exclaim.

This is a terrifying ability recorded in the church, and only the most powerful Blood Lord in the ancient Blood Court of Transylvania possesses it.

Through the vortex above his head, he could vaguely see his own huge floating airship and more than a hundred floating spellcasters, but at this moment, his only thought was to shout: "Run, run!"

To deal with such a terrible enemy, you can never use the tactic of human wave.

Because the blood flowing in every living thing will become nutrients for this blood-sucking monster.

"Ah--"

The "Tyrant" grasped the flying "Holy Spear" in one hand and with the other hand, he grasped the air. Immediately, human figures exploded in the sky, and the caster's blood full of essence splashed 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, became solid again.

The white-robed priest was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, and he resolutely chose to sacrifice his own life. His whole body turned into a burning torch in an instant, and the terrible holy flame rose up behind him.

"Destroy it, you monster who deserves to go to hell!"

The tyrant seemed to be frightened by his decisive action and wanted to throw him out of the blood field.

But the white-robed priest became more and more excited. He roared and urged the holy spear, willing to destroy himself to nail the "tyrant"'s palm. The next moment, the whole bloody world was engulfed by the boundless holy flame.

Although he was in extreme pain, the white-robed priest looked calm.

For the empire and for the human world, this evil was eliminated. With such merit, one should go straight to the ninth heaven and stand beside God.

"Stupid old man with no vision, it turns out that the fanatics of this church are all idiots who burn themselves at the slightest provocation."

In front of her, the tyrant who was "struggling" in the flames suddenly sneered, and then his body disappeared like ice and snow melting away - Fulin decisively abandoned the small world she had obtained for free from the medieval vampire, and let it perish together with the old man in white robe.

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

After dealing with the most threatening white-robed clergyman, the tyrant raised his lips slightly, revealing a pair of fangs, and his huge blood-red eyes were filled with greed: "You guys just had a great time fighting, but it doesn't matter, I forgive you."

"Next, the merciful Ms. Fringilla will take you to reunite with the old man."