Heart of the Castle

Chapter 860 Tarlon, The Longest Day ([-])
The pale sun trudged through the cloudy sky, gradually rising above the leaden dome. The second wall of Tarlon Fortress was still firmly in the hands of humans, and countless demons lay dead on the ground, flowing out His blood coated the gray stone walls with a striking deep purple.

Taking advantage of the short interval between battles, exhausted soldiers and knights rested against the crenel. Their eyes were dull and their expressions were in a trance. Their cloaks and armors were all stained with blood. Some closed their eyes and fell asleep, but they still hugged Weapons and shields, ready to jump up and go into battle.

The four-hour fierce battle had exhausted their physical strength, and many of their faces were swollen due to exhaustion.Some had their helmets knocked off, and some had their armor torn, but they simply accepted the temporary treatment from the priests, or simply tied up their wounds with bandages, and then returned to the battlefield, guarding the homeland behind them side by side.

Bishop Luander leaned on a rock with cracks more than half a foot long, panting heavily.

The Berserker bloodline could indeed draw strength from anger, but after as long as four hours, even the most blazing anger had worn off.Bishop Roander whispered a prayer to the Source of Wrath—an act that had not been performed in decades since his faith in Flandara, the Lord of Radiance—but to his disappointment, the water that flowed from the Source The pitiful lack of power just made up for the energy he wasted while praying.

Such a fierce battle is unprecedented in his memory, especially since he took off his armor and put on his robe, his stamina has been invisibly consumed a lot, from his protruding belly and fat thighs It can be fully reflected.

But now—Bishop Roander grinned self-mockingly, and at the same time stomped on his legs that seemed to be filled with lead—at least the waistline would shrink a lot.Brother Jean Layton was right, it felt like the armor was getting better and better.

"Those devils are about to attack again." Zabiro, the deputy head of the Shield of Constancy, said in a hoarse voice. His silver shield, which represents the status symbol, had already been damaged by the heavy blow, and now it was replaced with another side. The thick black iron shield was covered with cracked edges stained with deep purple blood stains.

But in comparison, Zabiro is at least luckier than the other deputy chief. The deputy chief of the holy armor, Drax, stumbled during a charge and was led by an abyss lord. Dozens of big demons are surrounded under a tower that is mostly collapsed.The daemon roared for his surrender, promising his life and even better treatment, but the Deputy Chief of Draux responded with a sneer of contempt.In the ensuing fierce battle, Zorax swung his swords and attacked the abyss lord recklessly, leaving several deep scars on the opponent's body. However, he also suffered countless heavy blows. Several deep dents appeared on the armor.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the Deldes knight in gray armor like a ghost, the deputy head of Draux would definitely be torn to pieces by the swarming demons.The abyss lord violently swung the sharp sawtooth beheading sword, but in just one heartbeat, his head was easily pierced by an ordinary-looking long sword, and his huge body lost all life before he fell to the ground breath.

Although he was lucky enough to save his life, the deputy head of Draux was still seriously injured. He managed to hold on until the figure of the stretcher soldier appeared, and fell into a deep coma.It is also for this reason that the news that the deputy head of Zorax showed his supernatural power and killed the abyss lord and more than 20 high-level demons spread like wildfire, which aroused the courage in the hearts of many fortress guards.

Layers upon layers of red and black figures swarmed out of the desperate pass, swept across the ground, and roared towards Tarlon Fortress.This scene will undoubtedly make people tremble when they witness it for the first time, and it is even difficult to contain the panic from the bottom of their hearts. However, after repeating it more than a dozen times, even the most timid people will not feel a trace of fear—— The premise is that he can survive the fierce battle.

Roaring sounded from below the second city wall, and the city head that had been shrouded in silence just now was filled with chaotic roaring and cursing. The angry expression appeared on his face again, and the pale cold light bloomed again on the sword, shield and spear.

The battle entered the most intense level when it first came into contact. Chains and iron hooks swished up to the top of the city. Violent attack.The defenders of the fortress also responded with violent slashing and shooting, and the frenzied roar was quickly replaced by the screams of dying. The entire three demon teams that attacked the city were completely wiped out, and as many as ten The team was hit hard and retreated in confusion.

However, the key to this battle is not the city head, but the huge city gate in the middle of the second city wall.It was originally the least likely place to be breached, because considering the possibility of being besieged by heavy troops, the four walls of Tarlon Fortress were all 20 meters thick. A solid city wall made of thousands of tons of boulders.The city gate made of oak logs and bronze is almost as strong as the city wall, and it is so heavy that even hundreds of strong men can't push it open. The only way to open the city gate is to use a huge winch and dozens of rods as thick as The iron chain of the arm can slowly open the city gate inch by inch through a series of complicated mechanical movements.

Just when the battle at the top of the city entered the most intense stage, the huge city gate suddenly made a dull bang, and the three bolts that were as thick as pillars and strengthened with magic began to move slowly under unimaginable slams. It bent, making a harsh cracking sound.Several wounded soldiers who were receiving field medical treatment near the city gate showed surprised expressions, and then shouted at the same time.

These wounded soldiers had tried their best, but their voices were too weak to penetrate the noise of the fierce battle at the top of the city.A young Guangyao priest wiped the blood from his hands, rolled up his robe, and was about to rush to the battlefield at the head of the city, when a loud war song came, and a blood-stained team rushed down like tigers descending the mountain. Going down the ramp, just before the gate was breached, you came to the shadow behind the city gate.

It was the Judgment Hammer Knights. There were once 60 fully armed guard knights, only [-] of them were able to fight. They were covered in blood. They had their own blood, those of their comrades-in-arms, but more of them were from the enemy; the armor was covered with demons. The scars left by his minions, the cloaks painted with the hammer of judgment have long since turned into blood-soaked rags, some people have linen bandages wrapped around their heads, and some people's shields have been smashed, holding the sun light tightly with both hands Warhammer.

Standing in front of them was Jean Layton, the commander-in-chief and his heavy sun-rayed hammer, which had already become a living legend in today's battle.Perhaps his strength has not been able to cross the boundary that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, but he has made a greater feat than many famous legendary strongmen. In the eyes of most fortress defenders, Nicholas who ordered to stand still His Majesty the Pope has long been ranked second, and the status of Ingram of the Sword of Condemnation has dropped to No.3. In their hearts, the strongest hero of the Temple of Glory is undoubtedly Jean Layton.

It can only be Layton!
"Such terrifying power cannot be possessed by mortals. The devil must have dispatched a legendary powerhouse." Let Layton's voice echo in the deep city gate, "There is no need for any rhetoric. Today we, as mortals, will A miracle that is difficult for any mortal to do! Even if God the Father in heaven can resurrect all the legendary heroes of the past and present, and stand in this position instead of us, he will not be able to do better than us! Because no one is more powerful than us. Courage, defend our homeland with your life!"

"Long live the Temple of Glory!" Zabiro shouted hoarsely, "Everything is dedicated to my Lord Flandara!"

Tell Layton to shut his mouth, wait quietly for the shouts to end, and then continue to speak. The sonorous and forceful voice echoed in the city gate, "It's time for everything to end! At this moment At this moment, I allow you to choose again, and any of you can leave, leave immediately, and leave through the south gate of the fortress. Because many of you still have wives and children to support, and unfulfilled wishes to fulfill If this is the case, you can walk away from here with your chest held high and your head held high, carrying my blessings and gratitude!"

"No, we will never run away!" A voice roared, it was a Judgment Knight with a terrible scar on his face.

"Your Excellency Commander Layton, our greatest wish is to die in front of you!" A Grand Knight Commander of the Sigis Kingdom added.

"Everyone, this is not running away!" Commander Layton responded in a louder voice, "The fate of Tarlon Fortress has been decided, and even if we shed the last drop of blood, we cannot reverse the inevitable Failure, what we do now can't affect the final outcome of the battle, so I don't want anyone to shed blood in vain!"

"Then will you leave too? Let Lord Layton join us?" the knight of the Deldes Kingdom in gray armor said suddenly.

"No, I won't go." Let Chief Layton show a calm smile, "I have decided to choose this fortress as my cemetery, and the corpses of those demons are the best sacrifices in front of the tomb!"

(End of this chapter)