Devil's Journey

Chapter 266 One-way Massacre
At this moment, Leila is just like a bystander, watching this ridiculous farce indifferently. Those greedy nobles, I am afraid that they will have such a trace of regret at the moment before they die.

But this has nothing to do with her, now she is just a demon, an executioner, everything she does is just for the order of the master of her soul, Julian.

As for the name of the world, it doesn't matter to her anymore. The Thorn Demon Scar has already merged with her soul. As the supreme master, she is willing to do countless killings with her hands and wear thorns until the end of her soul.

There is boundless indifference in the amber-gold magic pupils, and only in front of Julian will it come from the heart, from the soul to produce tenderness and shyness, and the fallen soul has already become a part of Julian.

"And now, these vampires are coming to kill you. They will not let go of any serf who dares to resist. They will kill you and your remaining family members, and then insert them on both sides of the road after death. The crows tore up your bodies and your souls and devoured them."

"So, what are you going to do? Are you humble and let those vampires kill you, or stand up and fight those vampires, kill those vampires, and then break through their walls and rob them of food and wealth."

"Since resistance is death, and non-resistance is also death, why not vigorously resist!!"

The words that penetrated the hearts of the people, like the edge of a knife, made all the serfs feel that the blood was gradually boiling. Among them, those serfs who were the first to enter the castle, after slashing those high-ranking nobles, let go of their fear at this moment , screaming out the anger from his chest.

Even though those noble lords and minions were well-equipped and far stronger than their own side, at this moment, the serfs, whose souls were filled with grief and hatred, mustered up their courage and raised their farm tools.

They want to wave their skinny fists at those high nobles, even if they die, they have to fight back with the most violent means, even if they degenerate into demons for this.

The huge Mandate of Heaven banner was erected, and the serfs roared scatteredly at first, but after a while, they gradually merged into one voice.

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!!"

The serfs who shouted for a death battle fell into a frenzy. Although the time was short, the deviant teachings of the Mandate of Heaven became the last straw for these desperate serfs.

Regardless of family background, regardless of blood, there is no threshold, as long as you believe in the destiny, you will be a follower of the destiny, as long as you respect the Holy Lord, you will be able to gain protection and powerful power.

For the vast number of serfs, this is completely unimaginable. Serfs whose ancestors have been as humble as mud for generations can also be as powerful as the knight master.

This kind of attraction is undoubtedly huge. At this time, the serfs who mustered up the courage to fight to the death shouted to fight to the death, like a dark tide, chaotic and disorderly, but they flocked to the noble army as if unstoppable.

The soldiers who had believed in the victory of this battle felt uneasy for some reason in the face of the serfs who had fallen into madness.

"Archery! Archery! Aim at those untouchables!" The archer officer in the front row suppressed his uneasiness, ordered his subordinates to shoot loudly, and then opened his bow to shoot in rapid succession.

Arrows like locusts buzzed and pierced through the poor serfs with little armor. A few shields and door panels were not enough to block the arrows.

Pieces of serfs fell to the ground in pain, crushing the arrow that was even more precious than their own lives. A qualified long arrow costs dozens of copper coins, but how much is a serf worth? not worth.

Some nobles even thought that serfs were like weeds, which could grow infinitely in the wild, and they could just cut them off when needed.

The serfs who kept throwing themselves down were really like grass, but all the serfs under the banner of destiny fell into a frenzy, and rushed forward one after another, ignoring life and death, rushing towards those nobles who dared not look directly at them in the past.

"Damn it, these pariahs seduced by the devil have lost their souls, let the shooter back!" The earl who commanded the army shouted angrily, and the adjutant behind him hurriedly asked his men to beat the drums.

After shooting the last wave of arrows, the archers took up their crossbows and retreated in an orderly manner. Although they were all equipped with big swords or battle axes and were not afraid of the mob at all, the value of the archers was second only to the cavalry. It cannot be wasted casually.

Then the full-time melee spearmen lined up, and the swordsmen with shields acted as guards, assisting the soldiers in the one-way massacre.

Yes, what is about to happen is just a massacre. Strong soldiers holding super long guns form a formation to block out the mobs who do not have the ability to break through their own formation.

The several layers of gun blades were like densely packed poisonous snakes, devouring the lives of those serfs continuously, and the halberd soldiers on standby at the back didn't even have a chance to make a move.

If it is against demons or other enemies with large monsters, several layers of ultra-long spears are not impossible to break through. If the array of ultra-long spears is torn, it is necessary for the halberd soldiers to fill up bravely and buy time for their own reorganization of the array.

And if the halberd soldiers can't stand it, then the sword shield soldiers and the shooters who switched to two-handed weapons will also rush up and launch a counterattack.

But it was completely unnecessary at this time, and the shooter behind was even in the mood to adjust his bow and crossbow, while arguing with his teammates whether those alchemy guns needed equipment.

Although the Alchemy Firebolt has been out for many years, it has not been promoted. Firstly, although the Firebolt is more powerful, the powerful fighters in this world are not afraid of the bullet. Second, the Alchemy Firebolt is actually not cheap. .

Both the high-strength gun barrel and the alchemy gunpowder are in the hands of those alchemists. Obviously, the promotion of the gun that cannot be cheapened will cause much more resistance.

Probably out of contempt, when this noble private army was dispatched, they didn't even bring heavy weapons such as ballistas. Although they were taken aback by the fanaticism of the serfs before, the war in the foreign world was not a simple fight after all.

If there are no accidents, the mob dominated by tens of thousands of serfs will inevitably end in defeat in the end.

But accidents are always inadvertent. Unknowingly, three hundred demon swordsmen wrapped in black robes followed the serfs to the front line. Suddenly, blood flashed in the eyes of the demon swordsmen.

Three hundred powerful demon swordsmen forcibly tore open the blunted ultra-long spear array, and swung their big swords to cut off the barrels of the spears, but the sharp blades could not pierce the demonized bone armor on the demon swordsmen. .

In a blink of an eye, under the black robe, the ferocious half-dead half-demon made all the human soldiers feel shocked and at a loss, but the screams that sounded immediately woke them up again.

"There are undead!!"'

"No, it's the devil. Those untouchables have turned to the devil!"

"Quick, fast halberd soldiers!"

The hasty shouts made the battlefield even more chaotic. The originally seemingly unshakable spear array quickly scattered, and then the halberd soldiers caught up, killing the demon swordsmen in groups of three or four.

The shooters after that also had to restrain their relaxed expressions, picked up the guys a little nervously, and were ready to go into battle at any time.

"Bastard, it really is the conspiracy of those demons, let the knights prepare!" The earl, who was the commander, gave the order with a solemn expression.

(End of this chapter)