Devil's Journey

Chapter 300 Desire for Power
"Wooah~"

The little demons who rushed forward with shouts looked menacing. Although they were not big, in the eyes of the serf soldiers, they looked extremely ferocious.

After all, the serf soldiers couldn't do such pure evil and violence. Although because of the propaganda of the Destiny Sect and the food that could fill their stomachs, these serf soldiers mustered up a little courage and took up weapons to face those ferocious monsters. demon.

But if you can't beat it, you can't beat it.

Regardless of the low status of little devils as devil cannon fodder, strong devils can bully them, but they are still invincible opponents for serf soldiers who have not advanced and suffered from long-term malnutrition.

Although there are more than 20 households and millions of people under the command of the Northland Destiny Sect, their strength is not strong. It is delusional to want to fight against millions of demons. Fortunately, those millions of demons are not twisted together A strong fight against the Heavenly Mandate Army.

After finally discovering that the defense line on the opposite side was empty for some reason, after crossing the defense line built between hills, rivers and lakes, the demons naturally divided their forces to attack.

In line with the demonic principle of whoever rushes to count whom, the army, led by their respective generals, divided into many ways to fight towards the human gathering place.

Of course, there is a supplementary clause to the devil principle, that is, whoever imposes on whom.

After searching all the cities, castles, towns, and even villages in the general's territory, the Heavenly Mandate Army did not have any intention of rushing to farm before spring had passed.

Instead, he turned into a refugee army, assembled all men, women, old and young, and then began to fight and retreat with the vanguard of the demon army in a low-intensity, continuous battle with a lot of casualties.

"Hold on, hold on, you idiots, hold your weapons and attack when you are sure, don't wave them indiscriminately!" Locke, the teaching soldier who was the head of the ten households, yelled at the timid serf soldiers.

With the increase of teaching soldiers, the original situation that more than 30 serf soldiers can only be assigned to one teaching soldier command has changed a lot, and it has become that ten serf soldiers can be assigned to one teaching soldier command.

And these ten serf soldiers can also get a decent weapon, and messy armor, or an old leather armor, or a heavy leather jacket, and if they are lucky, they can even get a Armor with missing iron leaves or damaged mail.

Individual serf soldiers could also wear a worn-out and inappropriate helmet. It looked funny, but it was envied and envied by other serfs.

As for the equipment of the instructors, it is much more formal. Most of them are equipped with pierced armor and chain armor, and a few can have a breastplate that is recessed and hammered back.

The weapons are more formal, such as long spears and halberds, heavy axes and war hammers, strong bows and crossbows, and a small amount of firearms. Unfortunately, the number of instructors is still insufficient.

Fortunately, the demons ran too scattered, unlike the regular army, which could gather together and form a fist punch.

The little devils came in groups of three or four, screaming and rushing into the line of the serf soldiers. The thin and weak serf soldiers couldn't use super long spears and halberds, so they could only stab at random with long spears no longer than three meters.

Some unlucky little devils will be stabbed straight, the iron spear blade pierces the little devil's muscles, but perhaps because the serf soldiers are not strong enough, the iron blade is piercing the little devil's leather-like skin After that, I got a little tired.

Then I saw those little devils in pain waving their weapons indiscriminately, cutting off the barrel of the gun, and then rushed up again with the blade hanging on their body.

Seeing this, the serf soldiers whose morale was a bit unstable were even more frightened, and couldn't help but want to retreat, but there were other serf soldiers on the left, right and behind, and they couldn't escape at all, so they could only have cold hands and feet, waving their guns indiscriminately, trying to force them back Those little monsters.

I saw those little devils flashing their short wings, bouncing and rushing over quite nimbly, brandishing the iron forks and short spears in their hands, rushing into the serf soldiers.

"Ahhh!!"

The screams suddenly broke out, and the crowd tried to escape like a herd of frightened beasts, but they were stopped by the instructors.

"Go back, don't be afraid, attack with your weapons!" Locke roared with wide eyes.

A middle-aged serf with an unshaven beard shouted loudly: "This lady is terrible, God, those demons are too terrible, let me go, let me go, let me go, I still have children at home, and children...Ah!!"

After slamming forward, a hideous thin devil stood on the back of the serf, and the iron fork in his hand was pulled from the serf's body, scarlet blood oozed out, the serf twitched as if he wanted to move forward, but I was stabbed in the neck again by the little devil, this time the blood spurted out,
Locke was furious, and rushed up with his halberd. Although his martial arts skills were poor, he was extraordinarily brave.

The little devil was taken aback, but he didn't show any fear, instead he rushed up screaming.

Relying on the advantage of growing weapons, Locke attacked the little devil first, but at the last moment, the little devil flapped its wings and made a sudden charge, dodging the most powerful cross blade.

Facing the iron fork that suddenly pierced in front of him, Locke felt a panic in his heart, but he was not slow in his hands. He almost instinctively pushed forward with both hands holding the pole, just blocking the middle of the iron fork with the halberd.

But the little devil looks thin and small, but his strength is no less than that of humans of the same level, and even bigger. The little devil who stabbed with a fork screamed and continued to exert strength.

With a bang~, the fork pointed in front of Locke's scales, but fortunately it didn't pierce through. Locke's forehead was bulging with veins, he gritted his teeth and roared, and turned around violently, letting the little devil who was still exerting his strength pass by, and then The right fist was swung sideways violently, hitting the little devil's face just in time.

The little devil who was stunned by the smash fell to the ground. Before he could get up, Locke stepped on his chest, and then a short blade drawn from his waist pierced his neck, and stinky black blood splattered On the blade, there was a squeaky corrosion sound.

Locke panted and pulled out the blade, and just as he raised his head, he was hit by another little devil. This little devil without a long weapon knocked Locke down, and then waved the small hammer in his hand to hit Locke's head hard. on the helmet.

Locke, whose head seemed to be smashed into pieces, screamed, trying to struggle desperately, but it seemed a little weak.

Just when the little devil was about to end Locke, a figure as tall as a wall galloped towards him. It was a skeleton warhorse covered in bone armor, and the warhorse was a tall knight. The knight waved the blood sword in his hand. , took advantage of the situation to head off the little devil, and then continued to rush towards the vicious grudge ahead.

The headless little devil fell down for a while, before Locke struggled to push the little devil away, and then his face was covered in blood, and he wanted to sit up panting heavily.

It's just that the strong dizziness and headache made Locke unable to sit up for a long time. He could only lie on his side with blank eyes, but he still saw the knight who saved him.

I saw four blood-colored long swords facing each other, forming a blood-colored cross, which was printed on the knight's plate armor, and it also made Locke understand that the person who rescued him was a hospital knight and also a blood-colored cross. The blood knight of the clan.

In a daze, he only saw the knight swinging his sword to kill all directions, and quickly killed a group of demons. Locke couldn't help feeling a desire, a desire for power.

(End of this chapter)