in the name of the queen

Chapter 205 Red, white, and yellow sprinkled all over the floor

Helenzburg, underpass.

Joseph leaned against the earth wall and closed his eyes to meditate.

His whole body was covered in blood, and even the enemy's brains were coagulated. He looked a little embarrassed, but his long blond hair was still tied into a neat ponytail and was not messy at all.

This was his last bit of stubbornness.

Just half an hour ago, he killed several enemy masters who fled into the tunnel, including a guy who touched the threshold of a transcendent.

The fierce battle made his golden hair wet with sweat and messy.

After the battle, he immediately looked in the mirror and fixed his hair, and then sat here to catch his breath.

Soon, he opened his eyes, and judging from the footsteps, it was Tom, the youngest deputy commander.

He patted the seat next to him and motioned for the other person to sit down.

Helenzburg was a model of small city construction in the Odin Empire back then. It had a well-developed drainage system and a mature sewer system.

The defenders dug tunnels to connect these sewers on the original basis, and then built a mature underground tunnel system.

If we only rely on these thousands of people to dig, we will not be able to dig this deep even if we die from exhaustion.

Tom the lithe cat came over and sat down next to Joseph, "Brother Joseph, you must be no ordinary saint."

Joseph opened his eyes wide and asked softly: "How to say?"

"The Saint who died two days ago was less than one-tenth of your strength. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect him, I was just discussing strength."

Joseph said nothing, a hint of displeasure flashed in his heart.

What tithe? It's obviously one-twentieth!

Although I wanted to complain, I couldn't say these words. It would be too disrespectful to the victim.

Seeing that Joseph did not deny it, Tom smiled and said: "The leader and Jerry even wrote a suicide note. I am the only one who knows that we will win."

"Reason?" Joseph liked Tom very much. This boy's optimism was sincere and could easily infect other people. These days of fighting side by side made Tom familiar with him, and he dared to chat with him.

"You are an extraordinary member of the Holy Temple. I don't quite understand the rules of your Holy Temple, but you should be a high official, right?"

Joseph was stunned for a few seconds and said leisurely: "That's right. But it is much inferior to Saint Christine. She is even the commander-in-chief of this war now."

"Is that Christine Saint better than you?" Tom was full of curiosity.

"Better than me. Wait, why are you asking these questions? It's obviously me asking you."

Tom chuckled, scratched his hair, and said softly: "Even if the saint is similar to you, you must be an amazing big shot. A big shot like you will not be abandoned casually, so the saint will definitely come to save us. Right?"

Joseph couldn't bear to break Tom's fantasy and said with a smile: "You are very smart."

He did not deceive Tom because he did not guarantee that someone would rescue him.

But he also gave Tom hope. After all, according to normal logic, he would definitely be saved.

Looking at Tom's happy back disappearing like a civet, the smile on Joseph's lips gradually disappeared.

He had participated in the counter-insurgency campaign three years ago and was even Christine's deputy.

Before the decisive battle, he firmly opposed using the Praetorian Guards as bait, but Christine insisted.

Her reason was simple, "No one would use the Praetorian Guards as bait, so the enemy would definitely be fooled."

Yes, this way of fishing is beyond human cognition. Indeed no one can understand.

Using five thousand people as bait to annihilate the main force of the rebels and decide the outcome in one battle is a genius idea.

However, what was caught was the fish, but what was lost was the loyalty of the Imperial Guards.

The Praetorian Guards are indeed the swords and shields that defend the royal family, but who would be happy to be treated as expendable goods?

Joseph admitted that Christine's tactical choice was very correct under the circumstances, but he also believed that doing so would have endless consequences.

After all, people are not chess pieces, they are flesh and blood.

They will be afraid, they will be happy, they will be angry.

Joseph sighed softly and thought to himself, little brother Tom, the real reinforcements you want may not be able to wait.

Even if there is a high-level saint inside, Christine will not change her original intention.

Before setting off with the five hundred temple warriors, Christine clearly told Joseph that he could evacuate alone if necessary.

This was the clear sign telling Joseph that Helenzburg was the bait.

Joseph wanted to tell Christine that even if she was a bait, she should have the right to survive.

If you can't tell the bait his true intentions openly, you should at least do your best to rescue him.

Christine, if you don't understand this, you will never become as famous as your grandfather.

Joseph closed his eyes again, preparing to regain his strength and fight again.

The corners of his lips raised slightly, as if he thought of something happy.

Christine is her grandfather's most proud disciple, but also the most regretful one.

When the rebellion was put down three years ago, my grandfather had already died of illness for more than a year, so the royal family could only invite Christine, his best disciple, to fight in his place.

Christine's battle damage was greater than even her grandfather was alive. However, while winning the battle, it also laid the foundation for disaster.

There is a hidden danger that may subvert the royal family of the Wende Empire in the future.

He can probably understand Christine's mentality. She is a commander, not a politician. She promised to win this battle, but she did not promise to help the royal family stabilize its position.

Christine's position has always been very upright. The crown she wants is the Pope of the Holy Temple of Light, the person closest to the goddess who can listen to the goddess's teachings.

Joseph sighed, a little disappointed.

Grandpa couldn't change Christine, and he certainly couldn't.

All he could do was live and die with Helenzburg. Maybe it seemed stupid to others, but he really couldn't bear to abandon his comrades who had fought side by side for more than ten days.

The optimism, calmness and bravery of these people touched his heart.

Here he found a long-lost sense of belonging to the team.

He would never abandon his comrades and escape alone, let alone not being able to escape.

King Sven VII may lack capable ministers and generals, but he never lacks brave warriors.

In yesterday's battle, he fought against a high-level berserker who was nearly two meters tall.

The opponent's huge arm strength almost knocked the war hammer away from his hand.

Fortunately, he was focused and nothing happened.

If he escaped alone, he would definitely be stopped by a high-level berserker.

Joseph hugged the war hammer tightly, his expression relaxed, but he was ready to bury his body here.

The sharp bell rang again, and Joseph jumped up, dragging the heavy head of the war hammer on the ground, and quickly ran towards the warning location.

In the fierce battle, the Helenz defenders had long figured out a method of warning and combat coordination in the tunnel.

The team dispersed to form multiple combat groups, and individual soldiers with stronger combat effectiveness (Joseph himself) served as support points to put out fires everywhere.

Joseph didn't know where the next battle would take place, but he knew he was involved.

The reason for dragging the war hammer is not that it cannot be lifted, but just to save effort.

After all, this is a thing weighing hundreds of kilograms, and it will become quite heavy after being used for a long time.

He soon saw his enemy.

The berserker wearing a round helmet was slashing wildly.

Joseph twisted his waist, raised his hips, and swung his arms, and accurately hit the berserker captain's helmet with a heavy hammer weighing more than 100 kilograms.

Red and white spilled all over the floor, and the Berserker Captain died without even saying a word.

The action isn't pretty, but it's practical.

This is the correct posture for maximizing force in the tunnel.

An angry roar sounded, shaking the tunnel and sending dust flying.

Joseph looked serious, his powerful enemy was here again.

When encountering each other on a narrow road, the brave wins. There is no room for avoidance this time, win or die.

A smile appeared on Joseph's lips, he tore off the strip of cloth, tied his wrists tightly, and rushed in the direction of the high-level berserker.

Two unlucky temple warriors and three new army warriors were chopped into pieces by the giant battle ax wielded by the high-ranking berserker into a large windmill.

The high-level berserker turned around alertly and saw Joseph.

"Hey, coward, can you still run this time?"

"I won't run away anymore. I'll take you on your way."

Joseph smiled, swung his arms, and smashed the warhammer into the opponent's head.

Of course, the high-level berserker knew the power of the war hammer. He roared "ho ho", his skin color quickly turned red, he kicked the ground hard, and rushed over with a roar.

He kicked hard and crushed the hard stone slab of the sewer, and the tomahawk he swung made a sharp explosion.

This ax actually produced a sonic boom effect.

Joseph's face changed slightly.

He is a counselor-type talent, and fighting is not his specialty. He will naturally suffer a big loss when meeting a high-level berserker who specializes in fighting.

But he had no way to escape, so he could only lift the war hammer and carry it hard.

"when!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and the huge shock wave of the weapon collision caused Joseph's mouth to bleed.

Damn barbarian!

He cursed inwardly and stretched his hands to his waist to wipe away the blood.

Although I don’t really want to use it, it’s too late to use it again.

He touched a special bomb and was about to throw it when he saw Tom appearing behind the high-level berserker from the corner of his eye.

Joseph was anxious and cast a "go away" look at Tom, but Tom showed a confident smile.

Joseph saw the weapon in Tom's hand.

It is a large-caliber firearm with a simple shape, and it should be an archaeological result.

Joseph smiled and threw the bomb.

Thick smoke billowed and a pungent smell swept through the tunnel.

"boom!"

The muzzle of the gun made a loud noise, and the loud sound startled Tom himself.

The high-level berserker fell to the ground, his tenacious vitality making him still struggling.

Of course Joseph would not be polite to him, rushed into the smoke, and found the high-level berserker based on his memory.

After three consecutive blows, the huge watermelon was finally opened.

Red, white, and yellow were sprinkled all over the floor.

(End of this chapter)