With a deafening roar, the Ghoul King grabbed a human soldier again, bit off the human soldier's head in front of everyone, swallowed it in one gulp, and then threw the headless corpse into the crowd.
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Fear spread among the crowd, and many soldiers on the front line could no longer withstand the physical and mental torture and began to flee.
However, their retreat road has been blocked. Thousands of soldiers blocked the gate. The soldiers outside the city did not know the situation inside and wanted to squeeze in. The soldiers inside were frightened by the scene in front of them.
, just wanted to rush out of the city gate and escape.
As a result, the two groups of people squeezed each other.
It wasn't until they heard the screams of crying fathers and mothers coming from the front that the soldiers outside the city roughly guessed what was going on.
But it was too late, the city walls had turned into a slaughterhouse.
The Ghoul King led a group of ghouls, zombies, and bloodthirsty wolf bats, and slaughtered the terrified crowd...the flesh and blood rolled and peeled off each corpse.
Screams came one after another, and blood flowed all over the ground.
"We must retreat!"
"Damn it, where are the Kislev musketeers?"
Marcus yelled angrily.
He grabbed the fleeing soldiers around him and asked loudly. But the soldiers didn't know it. They just struggled to break free from the knight's big hands and ran towards the city gate.
No one paid attention to his question, and no one knew. What they didn't know was that the shooting army was actually outside the city gate, but it was blocked outside the city gate by the desperate fleeing crowd. As more and more people fled, more and more people fled.
, the shooting army also probably knew what was going on, and stopped advancing towards the city.
The most powerful troops to kill the giant beast also began to withdraw in an orderly manner.
Inside the city, only a few troops were still trying their best to resist.
Seeing that the situation was over, Marcus could only retreat with the church troops and the remnants of Kislev.
He even wanted to give up his knighthood on the spot, which almost killed him.
However, when he was about to evacuate, he suddenly heard the roar of the battle priest coming from behind him...
Marcus turned around and saw that Walkerma was holding a war hammer and standing in front of the Ghoul King without hesitation. He held up the holy book and read the prayer loudly, but no miracle came.
"damn it!"
Marcus cursed under his breath.
His ideological struggle reached its peak at this moment. Should he go or stay? Should he stay and rescue his friends, or should he ignore it and flee with the crowd?
Marcus felt that these few seconds were so long. He looked at the city gate, which was the only way to survive, and then turned to look at the Ghoul King and the corpse at its feet. If he didn't help, Walkerma would soon join those soldiers.
Just the same, reduced to a broken corpse on the ground.
"Damn it! Walkerma! You fool!"
In the end, he chose the latter...
Facing the fleeing crowd, Markus Kruppel swam upstream, raised his sword high, and charged forward.
The giant hand of the Ghoul King clapped down, and at the critical moment, the knight rushed over and knocked the priest who was still chanting the prayer away, saving him from the clutches of the Ghoul King.
"Fuck you Sigma!"
"Stop reading, Sigma is not here!"
Furious, Marcus punched Walkerma in the face to wake him up.
"Sigmar will not abandon his people!"
Walkerma wanted to retort, but the next second, the Ghoul King's claws roared towards him again.
The two had no time to argue, so they could only dodge again.
"I shouldn't have saved you and let you go to heaven to meet your Sigma!"
Marcus yelled. Then he turned around and inserted the sword into the sole of the Ghoul King's foot. Black blood immediately spurted out from the Ghoul King's cracked skin!
The Ghoul King was in pain and roared with a backhand palm. Fortunately, Marcus dodged in time, leaving only the howling cold wind behind him.
The knight's heartbeat was accelerating. The guy in front of him was so terrifying. If he slapped him, his internal organs would be shattered.
Looking at the scattered corpses on the ground, Marcus couldn't help but dilate his pupils. This was the most terrifying battle he had ever faced in his life.
The long sword was already inserted into the sole of the Ghoul King's foot. Marcus pulled out the sword from his waist and prepared to fight again. However, he discovered that there was another person behind the Ghoul King!
"Predator?"
When he saw the man's attire clearly, Marcus couldn't help but exclaimed loudly.
They are actually still there...
Marcus couldn't believe his eyes.
I don't know whether the entire Marauder unit was killed or evacuated, leaving only the Marauder captain still struggling.
The Marauder Captain roared, violently jumped on the Ghoul King's back, and stabbed the dagger into the monster's muscles.
But like the Imperial Knight, these ordinary weapons can only pierce the skin of this undead beast and cannot cause fatal injuries to it.
The Ghoul King was in pain, roared, and threw the predator on his back.
However, Battle Priest Walkerma hit the Ghoul King's knee in time, delaying its speed.
The three of them fought like this, one on each side, with the Ghoul King.
The collision of steel and flesh continues to sound in this dark place.
In the night sky, Manasrib has gradually set, Mosrib has quietly risen, and the bright moonlight has been replaced by a strange green light.
Duncanhof Castle gradually emerges behind it.
The dark green sky reflects the tall City of the Dead, and countless towers stare at the earth like ghosts in the silent night sky.
Even the most pious Walkerma felt the indescribable pressure of the undead coming towards him.
There is still sporadic resistance around.
Until the city gate glowed with a faint blue light.
"Retreat! This is the order of the bishop and lord."
The Frost Witch rode a white horse and galloped against the flow of people. The horse even knocked away a few soldiers who were still running for their lives.
Without any unnecessary nonsense, the power of frost surged out from the witch's wand, and the surrounding air instantly cooled down, like a cold current flowing into the battlefield at an extremely fast speed.
The next second, clouds of white mist rose at the feet of the violent Ghoul King, which was the frosty air of ice magic.
The ice instantly froze the lower body of the Ghoul King, making the violent undead beast unable to move.
The three people, who had already suffered a bloody head, fled toward the city gate.
Marcus looked back for the last time. In his wandering eyes, he saw mountains of corpses piled up in front of the Gate of Bones. At least a thousand people died in the narrow area at the city gate.
The green light of Mosribu reflected the tragic situation of the soldiers before their death. Marcus saw their fear and despair in the twisted faces.
Just two hours ago, they were full of confidence and high morale to capture this city of the dead.