There are too many things that the defeated generals lack, and courage is only one of them. Because they cannot see the sun, the rain and rain for several days turn the land into a marsh country. People need to pull the carriage in front and push it later. Even so, if you accidentally slide out of the road and fall into a mud pit with water. You must use twice the manpower and move the goods in advance before you can push the carriage out. This is the best situation. Sometimes the wheels wrapped in iron will deform, the axles will be broken, and a crucial carriage will become waste on the roadside. In some extreme situations, the pack horse will also be implicated and become a lame horse with broken legs.

With a team of tens of thousands of people, less than ten priests followed, and most of the clergy left long ago. The priests can take care of the injuries, but they are not so easy to get sick. They are closely followed by bad weather, fever, colds, and malaria caused by wind and sleeping in the open.

After walking in the direction of the horn castle fort for three days, nearly a thousand people were sick and died and left behind. No matter what Duke Bernard thought, the survival of the fittest had begun and became more and more cruel. The weaker elderly and children suffered first, and the Duke could not free up enough carriages to pull people. If the supplies were thrown away, they would starve to death and leave them to the soldiers to carry them. No one would deal with the demons in the sky. There were always families who could not bear to leave their relatives. Every time the Duke turned around, although they could not see the tail, there was also a feeling that there were becoming less and less people.

The sharp whistle awakened the deadly people, and everyone knew everything as soon as they looked up. The human-shaped winged demon was holding a child in his hand. The demon was not flying high, and it could be seen that it was a little boy, his hands and feet were moving.

"For Terra's sake, shoot this evil seed!" The Duke was furious and wanted to bite his teeth.

The order was immediately executed, and the soldiers around him habitually obeyed first and then thought. A burst of arrows looked like locusts, not only killing the demons. The captured boy fell from mid-air, and anyone could see the arrow shaft inserted on him. Even if the people on the ground tried hard to catch it, they could not save a life.

The duke, who was dazed by anger, rushed forward and wanted to stomp the demon who fell to the ground. The winged demon looked not big in the air, and when it stood up from the ground, it was even taller than the duke sitting on the horse. Duke Bernard had long lost his spear, and he held the sword in his hand and directed the horse to attack the demon. The duke moved too quickly, and the guards did not have time to keep up. The slippery road seriously affected the performance of the cavalry, especially the duke.

The war horse stumbled, threw the duke off the saddle, and slid to the edge of the devil's legs that were no different from the birds. Bernard was in pain for several seconds and could not breathe, and the sword shook off his hand.

The demon had a vulture-like face, which looked like it everywhere, but the sharp teeth were not comparable to that of a vulture. The brave knight arrived and saved the duke. The demon flapped his wings indifferently to the less and the more. The few feather arrows shot into his body could not do anything to it.

Karim handed the boy's body to others, and he could no longer suppress the rage in his heart. A light hammer was formed in his hand and threw it out without thinking, as if the Mother of Earth was in control of everything. The demon's head was opened with a big hole, and fell to the ground and caught fire and turned into ashes.

The duke fell heavily, at least one leg was broken, and the horse who made a mistake was very lucky. After struggling for a few moments, he got up and was wandering around the master. The priest asked for the miracle of the mother of the earth, and the knights held the duke in heavy armor and wanted to carry him to the carriage.

"Don't help me get on the horse, Ross." The Duke pushed away the man who helped him, leaving only a young knight.

The young man hesitated and didn't know what to do, so Karim held the Duke's other hand.

"Come on, Mr. Knight, let's help the Duke get on the horse."

William smiled weakly at the priest. The medical miracle cured him and restored the broken bones. He should have had a sleep and waited for his natural recovery. He was not qualified to rest. William could not fall down. Many eyes were looking. Perhaps the rumors about the death of the duke had spread across the back of the team.

He still couldn't use force with his right leg. He leaned against Rose, and was led by the priest towards the mount step by step. In just a few short steps, it seemed as if it had taken as long as the end of the world. The Duke stood in front of the horse, and he held the saddle and asked the two to let go of him. He had to complete the last step by himself. The Duke took a deep breath and put his left foot into the stirrup, and took several times more time than usual to flip the horse on the back.

Wiping away the cold sweat from the pain, the Duke overcame the strong dizziness, turned his horse's head and raised his hand toward the crowd who was looking forward.

The joy was thunderous, and the soldiers and civilians wished him a hundred years in unison. The atmosphere was so warm that it overwhelmed the clouds above his head. The sun also rushed out of the clouds at this time, and the first ray of sunlight was cast at the foot of the duke, and the courage of being a human was shrouded in the sacred glory.

Looking north, you can vaguely see the snow that never melts all year round on the top of Black Mountain.

"Let's go!"

The Duke has an order, how dare you not obey?

Every ten days, six hundred and sixty-six people were sacrificed, and it caught tens of thousands of prisoners in and around Caen. No matter how you count it, you cannot spend so much. The faceless person is a monster without compassion, and he does not care about his fellow tribes, favored concubines, and even offspring. The faceless person only cares about power. He must set up such a large formation in Caen to guard against the arrival of the siege of the heavenly slaughter. In his hometown where no grass grows, the faceless person has the confidence to compete with the angels. The mortal world is the work of the gods. It does not rely on the unnatural black clouds above its head. It can be roasted and driven away by the sun.

Before its countless pre-arranged conspiracies succeed, large-scale sacrifices must be maintained. There are not enough living people in Caen, so you can catch them outside. The devil prince yawned lazily and sat down to make use of his newly cut head to contribute to the throne under his feet.

Six hundred and sixty-four, sixty-five, sixty-six, well, one is quite a bit, it is very satisfied.

The falling raindrops were not formed naturally, and they were covered with a lot of oil and dirty things. They were not worth mentioning. Anyway, she had been a skull for almost two thousand years and was very unfamiliar with the concept of cleanliness and comfort. The rain stuck to her wings and her wings became heavier. This was a fatal thing. She couldn't help but choose to walk.

Valkyrie didn't know where to find Lyon, but she just flew into the sky and threw the mortal world behind her. She was sorry for Christina. She was a six-winged angel, not a shameless demon who took the body.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and some areas on the brick and stone road were submerged in the water. The turbid mud water disappeared from the tip of the boots, which was absolutely unpleasant. The clothes were soaked, and nothing was dry on her body. The drizzling weather covered her glory, and she became an ordinary girl on the way. After three groups of people passed in a row, they did not recognize the angel, and they thought she was a weird person wearing a cloak. Six wings were wet on their backs, and they were indeed like a cloak made of animal fur.

The first person to recognize the angel was an elderly woman. She pounced on her knees on the ground, letting mud and water flow through her, and she didn't care if she wet her clothes.

"Save the children." She cried out, an old woman could not do anything but beg. The angel pulled up the helper, and the old woman stretched out her hand tremblingly and pointed to the rear. There were many crows hovering in the sky over there, as if a battle was about to end.

It was definitely not a crow, unless the birds had sharp claws, which would grab people to the sky. The monster tear the victims in the air and divide them into several pieces. She shook off the filth from her feathers and flew towards the demon who was slaughtering wildly, and her movements were as fast as lightning, like a spear thrown by the gods.

The war horse was dead, only half of its body left, and its head disappeared, becoming the spoils that a monster in the sky fought for. Ross was also dead. In order to cover the duke, the young man forcibly blocked the whip he swung over, and was swept away by the long whip, and his body was broken into two pieces in the air.

As the dark clouds were about to step out, the demons rushed out halfway and pulled people back to hell.

The team retreated to the horn fortress for several miles. The forward did escape from the mud covered by dark clouds, but the defender was entangled by the pursuers. The demon easily defeated the infantry's blockade and rushed into the crowd, causing serious riots. The shaking cry woke up the sleepy duke who was about to be on the right track. He instinctively led the forward to rush back.

This was a bad decision. If he didn't care about the speed, many people could survive. Civilians and soldiers collided with each other and could not help each other. The Duke shouted at the top of his voice, wanting to maintain order, and he became the target of the monster flying in the sky. Seeing that the Duke was knocked down, the people's hearts completely dispersed. Now only some knights and the Duke's personal guards were still insisting on resisting.

The reason why most people did not die is that the demons actually took over prisoners and would not be killed as long as they gave up resistance.

"Pick up the weapon, you idiots!" Karim picked up a spear and grabbed it in his hand. He had seen the Blood Sacrifice. If he was caught by a demon, he would end up even more terrible than death.

In fact, everyone knows that the journey day and night was exhausted, and they were about to be saved but were found by the demon. It was despair, not timidity, and it made people put down their swords and guns.

The people who were still resisting were gradually compressed by the demons into a very small circle, and the last moment was about to come. The Duke raised his sword, "It is my honor to fight with you." He said sadly and angrily, "Let us die here!"

"It's our honor, sir!" Someone knocked on the shield and responded loudly, while others were gloomy and did not speak.

The demon surrounded him with a grim smile. Compared to the regular blood sacrifice, these monsters prefer unbridled massacres.

A large number of crossbow arrows shot down the demons in the sky, and the warhammer smashed many ugly heads. The dwarves of the horn castle finally arrived to support Duke Bernard, this old enemy.

"Are you still breathing?!" Valan Anvil stood majestic in a carriage, and under his command, shooting more crossbow arrows at the demons. His blood was boiling. There was nothing more glorious than dealing with demons and monsters. Think about it, the father in heaven would be more proud of him.
Chapter completed!