Black Knight From Blue Star

Hardy's intuition was very accurate. In the middle of the night, the enemy did come for a sneak attack.

 More than twenty elite level assassins.

Although it doesn’t sound very strong, in fact, this lineup is already very powerful.

 Humans are not elves, their life spans are not that long, and their average physical fitness is not that good. It is impossible for everyone to be a professional.

 If other people were here, they might be in trouble.

  However, in E.P.R's mental application system, there are techniques specifically for assassins, which can use mental power to directly sense nearby magic and mental power sources.

 Therefore...when Hardy is in this state, assassins whose strength is less than the legendary level have no secrets in front of him.

 Unless walking in different dimensions is used.

 But that kind of special spatial skill is not something that assassins can master.

These assassins will have ground shadow, which can be used to climb walls... very suitable for sneak attacks.

But unfortunately, Hardy instantly cast a 'Apparition Dust' magic at the sky, directly forcefully pulling these people out of the shadow state.

 At this time, there were soldiers patrolling the city wall.

 They were shocked by the sudden appearance of a human figure.

 “Enemy attack, enemy attack.”

 An angry cry sounded.

Even without Hardy taking action, the assassin, who was not very good at frontal combat, was in a state of panic after being suddenly pulled out of the 'shadow' state.

He was then surrounded and divided by soldiers on the city wall, and stabbed to death with spears.

  Professionals who are not strong enough, at least at mid-master level or above, will not have much ability to resist when faced with well-trained soldiers who move in formation.

Soon a sleepy-eyed priest came over and 'baptized' these twenty corpses to ensure that they would not be 'resurrected' into undead creatures by necromancy.

 After this wave of attacks, no more people were sent from the Netherlands that night.

 The next morning, after both sides had breakfast, the Dutch army launched another attack.

 The war lasted from morning to evening.

 After leaving behind nearly two thousand corpses, the enemy retreated in an orderly manner again.

　　Hardy shook the green scale sword in his hand, and the solidified scale blood was unable to stain the sword body, and turned directly into pieces of blood, scattering in all directions.

 Hardy then sheathed his sword.

 He thinks this sword is quite easy to use.

 At least it fits his fighting style in human form.

 At this time, Li Wei walked over from the side.

Compared with Hardy, he was much more embarrassed, his whole body was stained with blood, and his face was covered with blood stains.

He wiped his face and said, "Sir Hardy, the enemy is indeed attacking the city by force as you expected."

 “As expected, if it were me, I would do the same.”

"But with Mr. Hardy here, they have to pay a heavy price to break this fortress." Levi's eyes were filled with admiration.

 Not just him, all the soldiers on the city wall looked at Hadi like this.

Hardy's fighting ability is too strong. He has a long sword in one hand and magic in the other. He can cut people like cutting melons. The magic can kill anyone.

The enemy had more than 2,000 corpses, and Hadi alone contributed nearly 300, which can be said to have greatly improved the soldiers.

If Hadi hadn't been there, the city wall defenses would have collapsed long ago.

Hardy looked at the large camp in the Netherlands in the distance and sighed deeply: "If we repel another wave of enemy attacks tomorrow, we will have to retreat."

"Why?" Li Wei was a little puzzled: "Our casualties are not big!"

Hardy shook his head: "But our soldiers are already very tired, and their psychological pressure is almost at its maximum. We will fight again tomorrow, and then we will retreat, give up a certain territory, and take out enough space and time. Let the soldiers have a good rest. Two days will make it possible to continue fighting, otherwise it will collapse.”

Although the soldiers of the Barlev Fortress could last for more than two months under the enemy's offensive.

 But that was a small scene, and the intensity of the enemy's daily siege was much smaller than it is now.

 In a fight now, the number of enemy deaths would be more than in a single attack on the city in the previous two months.

 The battle before lasted for half a day at most, but now it lasted from morning to night.

 You can imagine how exaggerated the intensity of the battle between the two sides was.

 Levi looked at the soldiers around him, and then nodded helplessly.

“Sir Hardy, you can go and rest tonight, I will take turns.” Levi suggested. Hardy waved his hand: "No, I can go several days without rest and still maintain enough energy, as long as I squint occasionally."

"But…"

"You go and rest." Hardy turned around and persuaded: "I give orders as a marquis, and you must obey."

 “Okay.” Levi smiled gratefully.

 In fact, he was indeed very tired. After all, he had killed more than 30 enemies and fought from morning to evening.

 It’s just that he is not as strong or physically strong as Hardy.

 After Levi left, Hardy found an old stool and sat on the city wall.

He once again opened his mental power to detect the surrounding situation.

Perhaps because more than 20 assassins were killed last night and returned without success, the Dutch army did not send anyone to attack overnight tonight.

 By the next morning, while Hadi was still eating breakfast, the enemy had already begun to attack.

The bells echoed in the fortress, and the soldiers rushed out of the barracks, holding their own breakfast in their hands, looking very hurried.

The same goes for Livi. He ran up with a sword and shield in his arms, and a piece of bread in his mouth.

 “Are the Dutch people crazy? They didn’t even eat, they were all beaten!”

 “They might have eaten it.” Hardy sighed.

"How is it possible? I didn't see any smoke in their camp."

 “Maybe he was eating dry food.”

Levi hammered the wall hard and asked angrily: "These **** are deliberately making a time difference."

 They are already trying their best to prepare breakfast.

  But this takes time.

　　It has not been long since dawn, and breakfast has only been prepared for less than half of the people.

 In other words, more than half of the soldiers still do not have breakfast.

 “This is a bit troublesome now.” Levi swallowed the white bread in several mouthfuls.

Hadi said: "Let those who have had breakfast defend the city wall, and those who have not had breakfast, continue to have breakfast."

 “But we may not be able to keep it like this.”

Hadi smiled and said: "Maybe we can hold it, but at worst I will try my best."

Li Wei thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

 After a while, a group of soldiers descended from the city wall.

At this time, the enemy's ladder was also set up on the city wall.

 It was another battle that lasted from morning to evening.

The enemy once again dropped more than two thousand corpses and retreated in an orderly manner.

 On France's side, a large number of casualties also began to appear.

"Thirty-six people died, 72 were seriously injured, and 133 were slightly injured!" Li Wei reported the number of casualties, with an ugly expression on his face: "Although Mr. Hardy is here, our physical strength has indeed been affected. A big impact.”

Hadi looked at the status of the soldiers around him and said, "Evacuate before it gets completely dark and take advantage of the enemy's retreat."

Li Wei was about to agree, but at this time both of their eyes were attracted by the sudden situation.

 They looked outside the city wall.

In the Dutch military camp, a group of people appeared, and then the dead Dutch soldiers were arranged in the shape of a six-pointed star in front of the military camp.

 “What are they doing!” Levi asked with a frown.

Hadi snorted: "Sacrifice to the evil god."

Although he has found a way to let the priests purify the corpses, they can only purify the corpses of the enemy and ourselves who died on the city wall.

 The corpses that fell under the city wall...were all "recovered" by the Dutch army.

 Levi's eyes widened: "How dare they!"

 Hardy saw a familiar figure standing in the middle of the hexagram formed by the pile of corpses.

 It’s Gustav!

 “I’ll stop him!”

 Hardi jumped from the city wall. (End of chapter)