The archbishop sat on a golden sedan chair carried by four believers and said excitedly.
"The divine light will guide our warriors to charge, tear down the enemy's defenses, and purify the city."
He pointed to the moon above his head. Manasribu was emitting soft white light, shrouding the soldiers preparing to attack the city. They were like heavenly warriors bathed in white holy light.
But Rhodes knew that they were not heavenly warriors, nor the Chosen Ones, but a group of ordinary troops composed of farmers and civilians.
The smell of blood and decay floated in the air, and the voice of the banshee lingered in the ears of the soldiers like a disembodied ghost.
Ahead, the Vampire Castle is hidden in the night, like a giant under the black sky. Only a little starlight shines through the huge building, warning people of its existence.
As he walked past the formation, Rhodes could even hear the gasps of the soldiers.
They are nervous, fearful and anxious.
This fear comes from the depths of the soul and is an inevitable human emotion towards death.
Fortunately, the church's morale still seemed to be high. The poorly equipped church believers gathered under the sacred flames, shouting to purify the undead vampires on the opposite side.
It's just that Rhodes looked at them and couldn't even stand the most basic formation.
Until the twelve cannons pushed to the front line, the entire battlefield was very quiet. The city of Duncanhof seemed to be cursed with silence, and it was eerily quiet.
Apart from the faint cry of the banshee, there was no other sound.
But Rhodes hoped it wouldn't be so quiet.
Its quietness is unsettling.
Finally, the first cannon shot rang out from outside Duncanhof, like a thunder that broke the dull sky.
There was a flash of fire and a volley of cannon fire, unleashing shells on the walls of Duncanhof.
The church's fanatical believers screamed and roared with excitement.
Some fanatical believers could no longer control their emotions and began to charge.
On the positions of the coalition forces of Kislev and the Church of Sigmar, sporadic fanatics rushed towards the castle from time to time. Then they quickly disappeared into the boundless night.
"A bunch of stupid lunatics!"
Celta mocked.
He and his Marauder troops have long since lost the looseness and madness of the past, replaced by loyalty and discipline. Without Rhodes' orders, the Norsca Guards are as motionless as statues. They can endure it, and endure it again and again, and
When ordered to explode, they would ravage and tear the enemy to pieces like crazy beasts.
As the sound of shelling gradually became lower, the siege troops also began to move towards the city wall.
According to the pre-arranged tactics, more and more church fanatics and flagellants poured into the pre-dug siege tunnels. These tunnels were scattered underground and led directly to Duncanhof.
Unarmored people like Flagellants and Fanatics were the first to be attacked and were assigned to the tunnel siege team.
Kislev's main army launched an attack on the Duncanhof city wall from the ground.
The siege ladder moved slowly among the crowd. In the endless wilderness, these tall guys were like tall and thin giants, casting slender shadows on the ground.
In the center of the crowd, the siege vehicles of the Church and the Kislev coalition advanced against the rain of arrows from the undead archers. The arrows that fell from time to time were bounced off the thick roof of the vehicles, or fell around the vehicles.
An arrow shot through the air and pierced the ground at Marcus' feet. The knight couldn't help but curse loudly——
"Damn this annoying bow and arrow."
"You should be lucky that it didn't puncture your skin or pierce your internal organs."
Walkerma raised his war hammer and hid under the charging car and teased.
"Honestly, I regret becoming an Imperial Knight now."
Marcus cursed.
"Why?"
Walkerma turned his head and looked at this old friend from the monastery in confusion.
"It's very simple. After becoming an Imperial Knight, I have to participate in your so-called great vampire war. I was forced to come, do you understand? After the war, I didn't get any benefits. Moreover, this is more dangerous than garrisoning a monastery.
Much more!”
Marcus tilted his head and cursed angrily, paying no attention to Worka's livid face.
"What benefit do you want?"
Walkerma asked with a straight face.
"Of course, it's women and gold. It would be better to have your own territory and slaves."
"Don't call me vulgar, Walkerma, we are not the same kind of people. You have your beliefs, but I only believe in gold. Without gold, you can't move in this world. But with gold..."
As he spoke, an arrow shot through the roof of the car, almost nailing Marcus' arm to the board.
The Imperial Knight took a deep breath and continued -
"And with gold, you can do whatever you want. You can even buy a whole castle, or a ship, and go on adventures in the New World. In short, traveling, wandering, and adventure are my life."
"This identity restricts me too much now. I would rather go back to the past and be just a mercenary captain. In this way, at least after this battle is over, I can still get a large reward."
Marcus spitted and continued -
"If you must be a knight, then the knights of Bretonnia might be good."
"They're pretty free, aren't they?"
"I don't know. I don't know anything about affairs outside the empire, and I don't want to know about it."
Walkerma added.
"You should know something. This world is very big and exciting. In addition to the empire, there are many small kingdoms and many amazing places. Like the Kingdom of Kislev who is fighting alongside us this time, their territory is larger than that of the empire.
Many provinces are even bigger, and the women of Kislev are very beautiful, I mean those frost witches. They are noble, gorgeous, and have good figures. Their magic keeps them youthful, do you understand?"
"Forget it, you don't understand either. You have no interest in women. Walkerma, what's the point of living for people like you?"
"Shut up, knight."
Finally, Walkerma roared impatiently.
As soon as he finished speaking, the siege vehicle was hit by a heavy stone, and the entire ceiling fell apart under the huge impact. The impact instantly knocked the soldiers under the ceiling into pieces. Two Kislev soldiers were killed
The rubble was pressed underneath them, making them unable to move. Blood continued to seep from their crushed limbs.
Walkerma and Marcus were also knocked to the ground by the sudden impact. When they stood up again, there were loud shouts of killing all around them. The siege ladders were being set up continuously, and the soldiers climbed up the ladders despite the rain of arrows.
Soldiers continued to fall from the ladder and fall in front of the battle priests and knights.
Not far away, several Flagellant believers of the church tried to raise their battering rams to attack the city gate again, but were shot dead by the undead shooters above the city gate. Screams continued, and the real siege battle had begun.