Chapter 426 425. Invitation
Sigismund stood on the breached city wall, greedily taking a deep breath. The blood and burnt smell in the air filled him with a sense of exhilaration. This stubborn fortress, which had been an eyesore for many years, was finally about to be destroyed before his eyes.
These days, relying on the powerful regenerative ability of the trolls under Veralis's command as the vanguard, he launched a fierce attack at all costs and finally removed those annoying magic towers outside the High Castle Fortress one by one.
The trolls suffered heavy casualties, but the results were still encouraging.
When the last tower crumbled into ruins amidst a deafening roar, the fortress's fate was sealed. No matter how impregnable its walls, without the protection of external magical firepower, its fall was only a matter of time.
Now, it's just that old adversary, Alama, leading his remnants, stubbornly resisting by relying on the complex structure inside the castle.
It won't take a day to completely crush him!
From a half-ruined pavilion on the side, a flash of sword light appeared suddenly. Accompanied by the dying cries of several demon soldiers, a young human officer covered in blood burst out of the door, his eyes bloodshot, and charged towards Sigismund, who was standing in a conspicuous spot, with a sharp sword in hand.
"Die! You bloodsucking beast!"
Faced with this sudden attack, Sigismund's crimson eyes did not even show a ripple.
Under normal circumstances, if he encountered such a courageous young man, he might be tempted to recruit him, offer him generous rewards, and try to turn him into a formidable general under his command.
But at this moment, he had only a strong desire to completely destroy this fortress, and any stumbling block in his way would be ruthlessly eliminated by him.
Phew!
A blood-soaked spear whistled from behind Sigismund, piercing the human officer's heart.
The figure charging forward with a do-or-die spirit trembled violently, staggered two steps, and then fell from the high city wall with a look of resentment in his eyes.
The adjutant, expressionless, withdrew the crimson energy surging around him into his black robe, stepped forward, and reported, "Sir, our scouts have discovered traces of human reinforcements behind High Fortress. At the current pace of the attack, it may be difficult to completely clear the fortress before the reinforcements arrive."
"Reinforcements?" Sigismund scoffed, unsurprised. It would be strange if Alama didn't expect reinforcements. "If they had arrived a day or two earlier, it would have been a bit troublesome, but now..."
Humanity has lost its advantage in defending the castle. Would its elite demon army still be afraid of fighting the human army to the death in the castle?
The adjutant paused slightly, lowering his voice even further: "There's one more thing... Lady Verallis, she has 'accidentally' injured another of our support squads."
His words were as tactful as possible, but the truth was that the mad duke was completely blinded by rage and treated even the allies who happened to come into her sight as toys for her amusement.
Sigismund was silent for a moment, a vein throbbing on his forehead: "...Pass down the order, all troops, avoid the area where she is."
With victory in sight, he really didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.
...
The bloody battle in the High Castle lasted for a full day and night. When the shouts of battle subsided, Sigismund finally met his old rival, Alama.
The knight was soaked in dark red blood, his armor was tattered, and he held the head of a blood-soaked knight in his hand.
Clearly, Alama was always fighting on the front lines, unlike Sigismund who could calmly command from the rear.
Their eyes met, and Alama casually tossed the head to the ground with a dull thud. Then he turned and walked alone toward the only remaining intact main hall in the castle.
Before stepping into the hall, he turned back and gave Sigismund a deep look.
Sigismund knew that this was an invitation from his old rival.
"Hoping to turn the tide of battle by killing the commander-in-chief? You've run out of options." Sigismund licked his fangs but didn't immediately follow.
He was well aware of his own limitations. Although Alama had been fighting all day and his strength must have been greatly depleted, given his current appearance, he could hardly be confident of victory.
Moreover, when victory is assured, why take such a foolish risk as a one-on-one duel?
Only a reckless fool like Xenophon would make such a mistake.
He decisively called on Eleanor, who was frantically crushing noobs, and Verallis, who had also been fighting all day and was almost in a semi-mad state, to work together to deal with this major threat.
However, as they entered the hall, a fat man with a sword in one hand and a staff in the other suddenly appeared.
He swiftly pointed his staff, and the magical threads that shot out coiled around Veralis like living snakes, throwing her out of the hall before leaping out himself.
Sigismund recognized the human fat man's origin: Grand Duke Lorenzo, the lord of Oath City, the very force that had come to his aid at the last moment.
He didn't worry about Veralis's safety; that madwoman was no weaker than him.
His gaze returned to Alama opposite him: "Is this your whole plan? To have your companion hold off Veralis while you take care of the two of us here alone?"
“Indeed.” Alama’s voice was calm yet firm. He dropped the greatsword that had accompanied him in battle for many years and was now full of nicks, and instead slowly drew a brand new weapon from behind him, solemnly holding it up in front of him.
Sigismund's pupils contracted slightly. He didn't know what was so special about the sword, but it was best to be cautious given its appearance at this moment.
He was about to signal to call two squads of Blood Knights over to investigate.
Eleanor, unable to contain herself any longer, let out a sharp taunt: "One against two? Alama, you overestimate yourself! You were just lucky last time! This time, let's see where you can run to?!"
Amid Eleanor's piercing laughter, a massive wave of blood surged forth from beneath her cloak.
These were the "results" she had collected throughout the day inside the castle, prepared specifically for this moment!
Fresh blood splattered everywhere as if it were alive, clinging to every corner of the walls, the floor, and the ceiling.
"Blood Manipulation: Blood Prison!"
With her loud shout, scarlet magic fluctuations instantly enveloped the entire space, completely sealing it into a death cage.
“I’m going to use your head to decorate my bathhouse! Hahaha!” Eleanor uttered what sounded like a victory declaration.
Sigismund lowered his hand, which was about to summon his men, and remained silent.
On the one hand, Eleanor's Blood Prison spell had already been cast, and it was too late to say anything at this point.
On the other hand, in this space shrouded in blood magic, he, being a member of the vampire clan, did indeed feel the amplification effect of the environment on himself.
The rich, bloody aura allowed his magical energy to flow more smoothly, while for humans, the pervasive blood poison would continuously erode their bodies. This was indeed a very practical battlefield control skill.
Before the battle began, Sigismund mentally warned his roommate who shared his body: "We made a pact this time! Remember your promise! If you dare to mess things up at this crucial moment again, we'll both perish!"
This is indeed his bottom line.
"What are you saying? I did follow the agreement last time too." The voice in my mind sounded somewhat innocent. "Since the deal was reached ahead of schedule this time, I naturally won't bother you. I'm a person of my word!"
Sigismund snorted coldly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his roommate's explanation.
However, at the end, Lin Jun kindly reminded her, "Be careful not to die..."
Sigismund was slightly surprised, not because he was surprised that his roommate cared about his life or death, after all, they shared a body.
What puzzled him was that he vaguely caught a trace of... excitement in his roommate's consciousness?
But Alama had already charged at him with his sword, and he had no time to investigate further.
Crimson light and the sharp edge of a sword collided violently in the enclosed hall! (I didn't get home until 9 PM, another chapter will probably be around 2 PM.)
(End of this chapter)
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