On the Seven Towers

As soon as Duke Weber finished speaking, someone grabbed his collar and lifted it up. The person who made this move was Emperor Alfred.

"Your Majesty!" Weber exclaimed.

"Dear Duke Weber. I have a habit. When there is no winner or loser, I will never allow myself to admit defeat from my heart. No matter the noble blood in me or all the experiences I have had until today, I know that no one can win or lose. At this moment, if all he is thinking about is the retreat after failure, then he will most likely take that path!"

The emperor's eyes were like two sharp knives piercing directly into Duke Weber's heart. At this time, he was involuntarily afraid.

"Your Majesty, I'm really just thinking about you!" Weber argued hurriedly.

"Then I really have to thank you for your thoughtful consideration." Scales naturally appeared on the emperor's hands. He suddenly exerted force and lifted Duke Weber high, then dropped him heavily and threw him to the ground. Duke Weber's heavily armored body collapsed to the ground and fell from the roof. If he was not a master with top bloodline, but just an ordinary person, this would probably kill him.

"Your Majesty, please calm down." Duke Stuart said hurriedly, "No matter what Weber said, he was still thinking about the empire after all. Please forgive him."

Stuart glared at Duke Weber's two sons, Franco and Gram. The two masters hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged: "Your Majesty, please forgive my father's recklessness. He is really worried about your Majesty's safety. "

Emperor Alfred said: "Everyone, please listen to me. What I need now is for everyone to try their best to fight to the death, rather than thinking about how to retreat. If anyone mentions such a thing to me, there is only one outcome: death !”

"Yes!" The people around him responded in unison.

"Franco, Gram, you two each bring a team and follow Marcus. This is after your father said that, I give you a chance to clear your mind. Prove that you The Bright Lion family should be brave! Let me see if you can match the combat power of the Golden Dragon." Alfred said.

"Yes, Your Majesty, we will definitely use the enemy's heads to prove that the blood of the Bright Lion will not be inferior to the Golden Dragon." Franco said.

Three minutes later, the teams of Marcus and the Franco brothers had already lined up in the street. They were close to the bombing zone and blocked the main passage from three directions. But these soldiers no longer have high morale, because the previous bombardment caused great losses to the imperial army. Although their troops were not directly attacked, and their personnel were intact with no damage, they all saw that the few elite troops who came out to defend the door first were knocked upside down by the Chinese artillery fire.

Although these beast warriors are extremely powerful and physically powerful, they still lack any confidence in the face of weapons like pneumatic cannons. Because in front of such weapons, they only have the possibility of being beaten and have no ability to counterattack.

Everyone looked at the shells falling from the sky and the various explosions rising from the ground. They were very scared in their hearts. If it weren't for the powerful coach and the supervising team behind them, they might have dispersed in a hurry.

I don’t know how long I waited, but the cannonballs in the sky slowly began to thin out. After half a minute, there were basically no more shells falling.

Marcus was holding a long knife with a dragon scale pattern in his hand, and golden scales began to appear everywhere on his body. He was ready for battle and stared at the doorway. As long as the enemy appears from there, he will give an order and let the family's personal guards lead the beast warriors to start charging.

"Father, look!" Her daughter Cynthia next to her was dressed very similarly to him. Except for her slimmer figure, her armor and weapons were exactly the same, and her aura was no less impressive than her father's. "Someone came out of the doorway. It seems...that he is one of ours?"

"Huh?" Duke Marcus looked intently, and it turned out that it was Armijo who was actually wearing Black Guard armor, walking out with several Black Guards and a large group of beast warriors. These people were in very miserable condition, and many of them seemed to have been seriously injured. The wounds on his body were stained with blood, and even walking seemed extremely strenuous.

"Didn't the magician say that they should fail?" Cynthia gently turned the dragon scale sword in her hand and said, "Looking at the current appearance, their number is not too small. Are there not too many golems in the doorway? ? Or did the mage lie to us?"

"Let your cousin go and see what's going on." Duke Marcus said.

Cynthia called his cousin Barlock and sent him a force of about a hundred people to ask him to go forward and see what happened.

Barlock is a high-level bloodline warrior. His weapon is a broad-edged sword, and he also has the bloodline of the golden dragon. He led more than a hundred people and carefully walked towards Amiho and others who were walking in front.

When the two sides were still fifty meters apart, he realized that something seemed wrong.

The soldiers in front of me seem to have been injured a bit too seriously. Several of them seem to have deep wounds in their most critical heart areas, and blood is still oozing out. Logically speaking, if such people are not dead, they will be injured. It was time to lie in bed and not be able to get up.

But now they were wearing armor and holding weapons, walking slowly and firmly in their own direction.

"Hey! Is it Armijo?" Barlock shouted over there, "What's going on inside? What's going on with you now?"

But his shouting did not receive any response. Amiho and his party continued to walk towards this side step by step.

Ballock continued to shout: "Hey, listen! You have to stop! You look suspicious now. Tell me clearly what happened. If you go forward, I will have to take measures!"

From a distance of more than 30 meters, Ballock saw Amiho looking up at his eyes, and he also saw the other's eyes.

Dead silence, there was no emotion in that look, like a dead body with eyes open.

"The situation is not right, prepare for battle." Ballock gave the order and raised the broadsword in his hand first.

At this moment, Amiho and his party, who were originally staggering and slow, suddenly scattered and ran faster. Only seven or eight people ran in the direction of Ballock, and more people rushed towards Marcus' team.

But Ballock could not care about others now. He faced Amiho who was rushing over and shouted: "Kill them!"