Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 346
"woo"

As soon as the morning light broke, the huge horn sounded, which represented the official start of a new day's offensive and defensive battle.

Gradually, the ground trembled slightly, and the fine gravel and stones were vibrated, bouncing on the ground that had already been trampled tightly.

That was the vibration produced by countless people running together.

Without the prelude of the trebuchet, without the clashing of the archers, a flood of soldiers poured out of the camp of the French army, and rushed towards the blood-stained building in scattered or neat formations. Red Xiongguan.

Nuremberg has already made preparations and is ready.The soldiers either crouched or stood, looking out along the crenels and observation ports along the city wall.The weapon has already been drawn out, and it is held tightly in the hand. The more rapid breathing of the companions is heard by the ear, the heart is beating rapidly in the chest, and some sweat is inadvertently oozing from the palm of the hand. Dare to blink.

Closer, closer, closer.
The huge boulder began to roar, "Whew!" The heavy boulder stirred up a few small waves in the black tide, but it calmed down after a while.

The bowstring began to tremble, "Whoosh!" The arrows kept sinking into the human body, but more of them were in vain, blocked by shields or armor, and pushed away by weapons or palms.
After all, the huge wave still slapped on the city wall, and spread along the city wall towards the top of the city.
"Kill!" The officers, with red eyes, waved their weapons and gave orders.

The first French master turned to the top of the city, brandishing a long knife in his hand, chopping off a piece of stumped limbs and broken arms.

Amidst the wailing of the companions, the German soldiers fought against the big shield and surrounded them, and a German master not far away also rushed over with his light kung fu.
Then there was the second French master, who had just turned over the top of the city, and before he could see his surroundings, he was stabbed by a long spear, screamed, and fell down.The German general holding the gun showed no expression on his face, shook the head of the gun slightly, and focused on guard again.

Then the third, the fourth, the fifth
More and more French masters rushed to the city wall, and fought together with German soldiers, officers, and masters. For a while, the whole city was full of shouts of killing, and the weapons collided with each other. Non-stop, non-stop people screamed and fell down the city wall, and people kept spraying blood and fell to the ground, the blood soon stained the ground.
In this precious time won by the blood of the masters, the French soldiers did not waste a bit. A ladder was erected within a few breaths. Countless French soldiers shouted and attacked the city along the ladder. .

Some ladders were pushed down, bringing a series of soldiers to the ground; some ladders were ignited and turned into a scattered line of fire; some ladders were preserved, continuously transporting French soldiers to the top of the city.

The battle on the top of the city intensified again, and the fighting became more and more intense. Steel and flesh were intertwined, turning into a terrifying "meat grinder".

"France seems to be attacking this time. It was so fierce when it came up." Not far from the battlefield, in the dense forest, the old man wrapped in a black robe with only his dark skin exposed said slowly.

"Yeah, I had to test for a few rounds before, but this time I went directly. It seems that I have really made up my mind!" Another gray-robed old man also said: "It seems that the broken city is today!"

"Get up, get ready, and be ready to shoot at any time!" The black-robed old man turned his head and gave an order.

Behind him, there are dozens of tall and strong men with blue-gray skin, who look like dead people.

Hearing the order, the strong men got up one after another, and began to put on armors that obviously didn't fit on their bodies, but the style was the standard of the French Revolutionary Army!
But the gray-robed old man did not move. Behind him, there were eighteen straight figures standing neatly. They were all wrapped in gray robes. Some were tall, some were short, some were fat, and some were slender. And so on.

But these eighteen figures all stood extremely straight, motionless, let alone making a sound, just like eighteen wooden stakes.

On the other side of the battlefield, among the boulders on the mountainside, two people looked straight at the battlefield below. The two people, a man and a woman, looked very close, like a couple.

"Alastair, it looks like it's today." The woman among them looked to be in her early thirties, with a voluptuous figure. Although her appearance was not top-notch, her temperament was very unique, with a unique languid charm.

"Yeah, after waiting for so long, it's finally here!" The other middle-aged man also laughed, but his smile was extremely ferocious, more like he was angry.

"That's still the old rule, let's choose one each?" The woman put one hand on the middle-aged man's arm, drawing a circle on his solid muscles: "I'll choose the little succubus, if someone snatches it from me , you can help me."

"I'll help you after I finish the little Dragon Slayer Martial Saint!" The middle-aged man impatiently slapped the woman's hand away.

"You have a big appetite, so you're not afraid that old Siegfried will come and beat you?" The woman withdrew her hand embarrassingly, and smiled coquettishly.

"Hehe, it's not just the two of us who will attack at that time! Skeleton Cult and Blood Race will all attack! Although old Siegfried is strong, he may not be able to break free!" The middle-aged man said with disdain on his face: "And I am not a fool, I have to wait They will only make a move when they are almost exhausted!"

He looked at the lazy woman again: "Although that little succubus hasn't been promoted for a few years, her strength is considered top among these few people. You should think about it and take her down like this. Don't be caught by that time." If the opponent is defeated, we will lose the face of our Demon Society!"

"No, no." The woman waved her hands again and again: "Although I'm a bit lazy on weekdays, I still have the strength to deal with such a junior, and this time I'm not trying to kill her, but just persuading her to change her family. .”

"She's a good priest of the Witch Cult. It's not easy to persuade her in such a short amount of time. Why don't you just knock her unconscious and take her away!" The middle-aged man grinned, showing his white teeth.

"Okay, okay, I know what to do, I don't need you to worry about it!" The woman waved her hand and continued to stare at the battlefield, as if she didn't take the middle-aged man's words to heart.

On the small cliff, a group of nearly a hundred people silently watched the bloody battlefield below.

"It's today!" The cardinal in a gorgeous robe stood up.

Standing up with him, there were dozens of judges in black armor and dozens of ascetic monks in coarse linen robes.

And beside him, there are three people around,
A strong man with a bald head, dark skin, and a faint white light exuded from his body. He was Clark, the newly promoted "Grand Judge" of the Tribunal.

One was wearing a silver-white armor, holding a silver-white long spear, and his body was boiling with energy. It was Joan of Arc, the "Holy Maiden" of Notre Dame.

And an old ascetic monk holding a pitted iron rod, with downcast eyes and a sad face. He is one of the three elders of the Holy See Penitentiary, "The Listener" Anselm.

(End of this chapter)