A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

Thanks to Sesalbo's support, the city defense strength of Port Laupa has recovered somewhat.

Veterans are not weak soldiers.

On the contrary, many years of experience as a soldier of the Kingdom of Dorok is even slightly stronger than an active soldier.

Hundreds of years of peace have not allowed the Dorok Kingdom to neglect the cultivation of its military strength. After all, the kingdom is surrounded by powerful enemies on all sides.

Although it is not as good as the martial Kingdom of Fajia, it is also not as good as the Holy Light-protected Kingdom of Mare.

However, the overall quality of the army is firmly ranked third in the human kingdom on the mainland.

Having said that...

"Fill the gap over there with a few more people!"

"There are a few wounded here, carry them down!"

Willett helped Ivan share part of the command pressure. This allowed him to stop the Sindelar army from ascending the city wall without being distracted.

Ivan saw that the situation was improving. If this continued, it shouldn't be a problem to get through today...

At this moment, a spear flew towards Ivan's direction with a whooshing sound.

Ivan relied on intuition to turn sideways, but he didn't react. A wound was scratched on his waist, and blood spattered...

Ivan was shocked and looked down the city.

Victor picked up another spear at this time and was ready to throw it. The dark spear flashed with dark red light, and the target was changed to the city wall where Ivan was.

"Get away!" Ivan shouted to the soldiers around him.

But just like the first incident, although he was aware of what was about to happen, his body was unable to react at all.

With an evil smile on his lips, Victor threw his spear instantly, kicking up a cloud of dust all over him, and even the waves around him stopped.

The spear wrapped in dark red light came into close contact with the city wall, but it was not the wooden spear that was destroyed.

There was a loud bang, the entire city wall was wrapped in dark red light, and the sky was filled with rubble.

The soldiers on the city wall, whether they were on Dorok's side or Sindelar's side, were all lifted into the air together with Ivan.

"Lord Ivan!"

Upon seeing this, Willit rushed forward and caught Ivan.

"...Uh!" Ivan covered the wound on his waist and groaned in pain.

"This... madman..."

A huge gap appeared on the city wall. Naturally, Sindelar's army no longer relied on ladders to climb the city. Tens of thousands of people all flocked to the gap.

"Willit, leave me alone, block the gap...must hold on..."

Ivan gasped and said to Willit.

"Someone, help Lord Ivan to a safe place! The rest of you, follow me!"

Willit handed Ivan to the two soldiers, and he drew the sword from his waist and took the lead to block the gap...

......

The back-and-forth offensive and defensive battle instantly turned into a crowded tug-of-war.

The swords, shields, spears and spears of both sides intertwined, and the shouts of killing were loud.

The soldiers in the front row were almost squeezed and trampled to death...

At first, Willit could barely perform his sword skills, but later he was pulled back from the front row by his own soldiers.

It's not worth it if the commander is squeezed to death in a crowd.

On the other end, Victor looked at the fight at the gap with satisfaction, sucking in his mouth the unknown shellfish he had just picked up from the beach.

War, that's how war should be.

Both sides bet all their strength, either you die or I live.

It's best to bite it with your upper teeth until the end, until the blood drips, that's how satisfying it is...

Talk about martial ethics? Talk nonsense!

Victor disliked those serious Sima-faced knights the most in his life.

When I was young and roaming the sea, once I caught such a serious person, I must personally do it and torture it.

First, peel off their proud Sima faces bit by bit, then take off their clothes and hang them on the mast to dry naturally...

The wailing sound can last up to three days on the boat, how wonderful~

As a woman, you have more cooking methods... Hehe...

Such a memory made Victor miss the carefree pirate life before.

Well... Although palace life is not bad, it is just tied up and lacks some exciting "entertainment activities".

...I am the only one leading the troops this time...Maybe, if I have a chance to play those little tricks again?

After all, we are playing with the Dorok people, and even the boy on the throne can't control them.

Um......

The memories of the good past made Victor even more impatient to break through the city. He immediately stood up, picked up a short spear, and walked slowly towards Laupa Port.

There were still many archers left on the city wall, suppressing the gaps. Those with sharp eyes saw the opponent's coach walking towards the city wall with murderous intent. They immediately notified their companions and turned their arrows towards Victor. shooting.

"boring......"

Victor just swung a few times, blocked all the arrows in front of him, picked up an arrow, threw it back, and hit a soldier in the chest.

It was the first time for many people to face a saint-level powerhouse, and their feet began to feel weak just by looking at him.

"Lord Wei...Vilit! That...that guy moved!" Finally, the sharp-eyed archer turned around and shouted into the city wall.

"That guy?" Willett didn't react for a moment.

But he soon knew who it was, because as soon as the archer finished speaking, a man exuding a dangerous aura stood behind him, staring at him with a dark face.

"Hey...how do you talk? What do you mean by 'that guy'? Don't I have a name?"

Before the archer could reply, Victor reached out and grabbed his head and pulled hard...

......

"Listen to me! My name is Victor! Victor Branco! Victor the Masked Facer! He is the existence that you ants have been looking up to for the rest of your life! Surrender now, and maybe you can keep a whole body. otherwise......"

As he spoke, Victor shook his head, which was connected to an entire spine.

The deceased still maintained the same expression as when he was alive, and was extremely frightened...

The whole place was silent for a moment, and both sides raised their heads in unison, looking at this terrible commander or terrible enemy.

Such persuasion to surrender is naturally ineffective and will only make people angrier or more eager to die in battle.

But...it was not Victor's original intention to persuade them to surrender. After all, even if they laid down their weapons and surrendered, he would still use the most cruel methods to slowly torture everyone to death...

"Why are you standing there stunned? Keep fighting!"

Victor roared and looked at the archers beside him who were preparing to escape.

"It's just you guys who shot me just now, right?"

Later, the screams of several people were drowned in the shouts of killing from the city...

"stop!"

Willett pointed his sword at Victor, his eyes about to burst into flames.

"Do you still have any honor as a saint when you attack ordinary people?"

"Huh?" Victor completely ignored the accusation and crushed the head of the archer under his feet.

"Who are you? Do you want me to take care of my work?"

"You!" Willett shouted after seeing the soldier's tragic death.

"Ah, I understand, you are also that type..."

Victor suddenly became interested.

"In the past, I liked people like you the most. They were very durable..."

"Let me think about it, how should I treat you this time?"

Victor glanced at Willett looking at the items.

"Oh~ By the way, don't you like duels? Come, today on this bloody battlefield, let the blood of your little thing add a different flavor..."

Victor jumped off the city wall, walked to an open space, struck the ground with a short spear in his hand, and said with a smile:

"How about this?"

Willett was so nervous now that it was difficult to think.

That is a saint-level powerhouse, a being at the top of the world in terms of strength.

He has no chance of winning.

But...as long as you agree to him, maybe you can delay it for a little while and let this madman kill a few less people...

Willett was about to speak, but was stopped by a voice.

"Willit! Don't promise him!"

Ivan covered the wound on his waist, walked forward step by step, and held down Willett's outstretched arm.

"Don't agree to him... He is just a shameless person with no sense of honor, a mad dog who wields a knife at the weak..."