Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1897: Iron Maiden (15)
Chapter 1897 Iron Maiden (15)
"Shouldn't it be...!" Little Zust exclaimed: "There is such a thing in the British army?!"
Arthur sneered and replied as a matter of course: "The so-called battlefield is the place where evil spirits breed, don't you even know this?"
Johnny Zuster was speechless.
"We've got to help Joan of Arc. She can't stand up to the Vampire Primogenitor alone." Arthur said, "That what... Duke of Alençon? Give us the order and send your army to us. Make a way."
"Even if you say that—" Duke Alençon couldn't help but be stunned. At first he thought that the blond boy was a trainee vampire hunter, probably the son of little Zust or something. But now it seems that the teenager's status is obviously higher than that of the vampire hunter. And with such a magical sword...
"It doesn't matter if you don't give orders." Arthur frowned slightly, "As long as they don't get in my way. If they get in the way, they'll cut them too."
Then the teenager jumped out of cover with a flip and shouted, "You're going to run, can you keep up, Zust?"
"Don't worry about me, Lord Aslan." Johnny also dug out from the French fortifications and hurriedly followed behind Arthur, who was already running!
"Aslan...?" The Duke of Alençon, who was left behind the two, was still muttering the name thoughtfully, and then he suddenly exclaimed: "Should he not Will it be... the Saint in the Stone?!"
In front of Turiel's main entrance, corpses are piled up in a mountain. The French were still at war with the British, although most of the British had retreated to the interior of the bunkers, where they fought cage battles. Those British troops who did not have time to retreat were killed and wounded by the furious French army's onslaught. The remaining small number of people saw that the situation was over, and began to abandon the task of defending the city and fled in a hurry. However, the war is cruel. Whether the British army is running from the back door of the bunker, or jumping directly into the river from the city wall to escape, they have to be hit by a few arrows on their backs. The French army shot arrows at the fleeing British army, brutally killing countless deserters.
"Go away, don't get in the way!" Arthur didn't have time to pay attention to these French troops. When the French troops were stunned, he slipped past them like a white light and went straight to the middle of the castle. Arthur rushed over from the French army's position. Even if there was no military order, these French sergeants thought that Arthur and Jr. Juster were friends of France. They didn't dare to confront Arthur and Jr. Zuster made a mess. It also saved Arthur a lot of trouble.
In the very center of the castle, behind a complex stone building, there is a gate to the dungeon. The wooden door has been forcibly smashed by a group of men with battering rams, and the battering rams that have been damaged have also lost their function and have been abandoned aside, along with the countless ruins around them.
The way into the dungeon has been completely opened, but the large staircase that continues to descend has a chilling and eerie aura. At night, the lighting conditions of Turiel Fort itself are very poor, and the torches on both sides of the dungeon are already half-extinguished, which makes people feel disgusted, and they don't want to enter this dark ghost place full of unknowns. So it was a matter of course that there were more than a dozen French soldiers at the scene who stayed there and dared not move.
But Arthur's Seraph's sword was trembling and glowing, and it knew what was in this dungeon.
"It seems that Joan of Arc has already brought people in." Arthur ignored the French army onlookers, restrained his holy sword, and reminded in a low voice: "The guy hiding in the dungeon is very strong. Possibly more powerful than the True Ancestor I've fought before. Are you ready, Johnny?"
"This is the first time in my life that I hunted the true ancestor of vampires. To be honest, I'm a little worried." Little Zust swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "My father said that, with Lord Aslan, you can defeat the first The Seventh Priest Demian, the honor of his life. I think I will feel the same way."
"The premise is that you can survive." Arthur hummed: "It's about to start, be careful not to die!"
"Oh!" As if he had made up his mind, Johnny Zuster responded loudly, and then rushed down the dungeon with Arthur.
Meanwhile.
The dungeon of Turiel is a complex labyrinth. It was originally designed in this way, the purpose is to allow the army defending the city to have a retreat. Even in the worst situation, they can hide in this dungeon to fight the enemy army. The people have room to counterattack back. Of course, the original designer of the castle was still too naive, he didn't leave any way out for the dungeon of the castle at all. The original idea of this design is to let people sink their boats, so that the soldiers hiding in the dungeon don't think about using secret passages to escape, but find a way to get out of trouble and counterattack back. Therefore, this dungeon is essentially a dead end, a dead place where there is entry and no exit, and there is no other means of survival other than the victory of the counterattack.
The British army in the dungeon must not know about it. They were just invaders, not the army of the French mainland. This ignorance also laid the foundation for their complete destruction.
Joan of Arc broke into the dungeon with a team of twenty men and ordered other French soldiers to stand by outside the dungeon. Human sea tactics are not suitable for use in a narrow dungeon. The more people who come in, the greater the sacrifice. It is better to let the elites of the small number completely annihilate the more than 100 British troops hiding in the dungeon.
However...
While leading the team at the front of the team, the girl looked suspiciously at the corpses on both sides of the passage.
"According to the report, there should be only about 100 British soldiers hiding in the dungeon, right?" the girl said.
"Yes, Lady Saint. The number of the enemy will not exceed two hundred." Her lieutenant replied, "Almost all the remaining British troops were wiped out outside the dungeon, or were beaten to pieces."
"That's weird." The girl who was busy on her way slowed down, but she didn't stop at all: "We've been walking in this maze since just now, after so long, the passage The bodies of the British soldiers on both sides are already close to a hundred. Their dead looks are very suspicious, as if they were directly cut down by something without any room to struggle. Who the **** did such an evil act? Since Most of the British are dead, so what's next for us...what is it?"
"Hahahahaha...the analysis is good." From the depths of the dungeon, there was a burst of creepy laughter. That voice was made by something inhuman, and his insidiousness was far beyond what humans could reach. He seemed to have been monitoring Joan of Arc since just now, so when the girl asked such a question, he also burst into laughter. .
"Who?! Sign up!" Joan of Arc's lieutenant, Knight Demes, yelled.
The knight has remained ready for battle, holding a sword in one hand and holding a torch aloft in the other. The knight was responsible for lighting the leading troops, for Joan had been holding her flag and sword, and had no free hand to hold any more torches.
"Huhuhuhuhu..." Then there was another insidious laughter from the depths of the dungeon: "I'm here, I won't run away or hide. Come on. The good show will come soon. To be staged."
The girl frowned. She knew that some kind of vicious monster was waiting for her and her troops in the depths of the dungeon labyrinth. But now is the final sprint. As long as this dungeon is also cleaned up, Tollier Fort will be completely captured by the French army, and the victory of this battle belongs to France. No matter what terrifying inhuman thing awaits them on the road ahead, no matter how terrifying and evil it is, the girl has no room to retreat, no reason to escape.
She thinks she can do it, or, with these twenty-odd elite troops, she can win.
"God bless France!" The girl held her flag high to boost morale, and led her troops towards the deepest part of the dungeon.
In the deepest part of this dark dungeon, there is a slightly open place, enough to accommodate fifty or sixty people to scuffle here. This place was originally intended to provide a breathing space for the defenders who escaped into the dungeon, but it seems more like a battlefield for the final battle.
The girl was the first to rush in, and the knights who followed behind held torches to light up the entire space.
And in the center of the large room, a slender figure in a black robe was holding another person with his hands.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." the commander of the British army hummed in a low voice in the arms of the slender figure. The pale face echoed. The life of the British commander was being continuously drawn from the aorta of his neck and into the fangs of the lanky black-robed man.
He is being sucked by a vampire.
"Vampire!" Joan of Arc's adjutant, Knight Demes, shouted: "Everyone, be careful! Don't be bitten by a vampire!!"
"Hehehe------" At this time, the sneering black-robed man had sucked the British commander into a dick. He threw the bony corpse on the ground and looked up at the commander of the French sergeant.
"Joan of Arc, right? It's a pleasure to meet." The vampire was not frightened by the fact that he was alone with more than 20 soldiers. He even saluted the girl with a relaxed look: "No. It is a great honor to meet you, Ten Great Ancestor Sirens."
"The True Ancestor...!?" The girl gasped, fearing that among those French sergeants, those who knew it were also gasping.
The monster in front of them was no ordinary vampire. He is the top species of vampires, the origin of the blood clan, and one of the few dozen true ancestors~IndoMTL.com~ Why the true ancestor of the blood clan appeared in Turiel is a mystery. But Joan of Arc knew that this blood-sucking monster must be a bad visitor. Her hand subconsciously covered the wound on her shoulder, not because it hurt, just because she knew it. In the siege battle just now, the one who shot Joan of Arc's shoulder with a cold arrow at the head of the city was the true ancestor of the blood family, the tenth true ancestor, Sirens!
"What the **** are you..." The Holy Maiden was about to ask.
"Tsk tsk, what an impatient little girl." True Ancestor shook his head with a tsk tsk smile: "No matter what you want to ask, you must beat me first. This is the rule of the game. But wait, It's not just me that you're going to beat -- look around you!"
"What?!" Knight Demes raised a torch and took a picture.
In this battlefield, dozens of British soldiers who had fallen to the ground and died, and their bodies were cold, slowly got up.
Killed by vampires, they have now become ghouls.
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