Chapter 316 Fire

After both Donna and Clayton left, Basham looked at Louis suspiciously.

"Osmar? Is that the name of the man in Edwards' hand?"

"Yes."

"Are you all outsiders?"

"We were brought here by Osmar," Louis said, "and he is our enemy."

"What does he know?"

"transport."

Bassem was silent. He turned around and walked closer to the battle line. His eyes moved rapidly in the deep sockets, not knowing what he was thinking.

Under the escort of four guards, Donna returned to the first floor of the castle through the stairs with two heads under her arms. One of the two heads could breathe fire and the other could bite. She had never felt so safe.

The battle on the first floor is still going on. Just as Clayton and Basham expected, the invaders who raided from the west have not yet completely occupied this area.

The dense formation that Clayton designed for the dwarves completely blocked the corridor, and they were wrestling with the invaders head-on. The dwarves were very strong, but invaders were also pouring in through the side openings, causing the fighting front line to slowly but surely move forward. Move back.

"Throw me up." Clayton ordered while dragging his bloody lungs.

Donna didn't know what he was going to do, but she did it anyway.

The werewolf's head slammed against the ceiling, and the crowd was clearly visible to him. He saw that the two powerful characters who had taken off his head were blocked by the crowd and unable to move forward. The collision competition between dozens of warriors was not They can participate.

Although Edwards' new general was somewhat capable in tactics, these soldiers had poor tacit understanding with each other and would become involved with each other after they were separated from command.

Now is a good time to deal with those two witches.

Clayton fell down again and opened and closed his long mouth: "Those two annoying witches are indeed still there. Can you think of a way to deal with them first?"

The dwarf guard next to him took out a stone from nowhere: "Hit the woman opposite?"

"Only the twins." Clayton glanced at the top of the dwarf's head.

Several dwarves supported each other and stacked up. The top dwarf glanced at the opposite team and waved his hand suddenly. The stones made a violent sound of breaking through the air and disappeared. Clayton heard the obvious sound of hitting the flesh.

"Hit?" Donna asked expectantly.

"No." The dwarf shook his head and pointed at Clayton: "He blocked it."

This joke was not funny. Clayton made a threatening whine in his throat, but then he thought of something, and the threatening sound was suddenly drowned in his throat.

"Throw me up again." He hurriedly ordered Donna.

He rose into the air again and saw that the invaders were dragging their huge dark bodies to the front as a shield in a rare act of unity. The dwarves did not hesitate at all. Their spears pierced it full of holes, but they were This wall of flesh slowly pressed back.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

Seeing his body being used like this, the werewolf couldn't help but growl.

Donna looked at the battle formation in front of her, hesitated for a moment, jumped up with her two heads, and stepped over the heads of the densely packed dwarves.

None of the dwarves cared about the extra weight on their heads. They were all extraordinary beings of the Secret Blade. When gathered together, they were like rocks in the shallow sea, stubbornly resisting the impact of the waves ahead. Even if he retreats, he is very stable. The spears held side by side in his hands are as flat as the ground. Donna will not shake when she steps on them.

However, the girl herself was a little unsteady, she stumbled a few steps and threw Clara to the ceiling.

As soon as Clara's spider legs came into contact with the entity, she instantly pierced the board to fix her body, and then quickly climbed over the intruder like a real spider.

The twin witches were attracted to this unusual creature.

They stretched out their hands to point at Clara at the same time, but one of the witches suddenly became unsteady. She looked down and saw that a snake had tied her legs and ankles to the soldier next to her at some point. The soldier suddenly didn't realize it, and suddenly He raised his legs to attack and press forward, pulling her down with him.

Two invisible impacts landed on the ceiling. The impact point of one impact was far away from Clara, while the other impact broke most of her legs.

Human-headed spiders dropped from the ceiling and were overwhelmed by the crowd.

Within seconds, blue flames exploded from beneath their feet.

All the black smoke on the first floor of the castle was ignited as fuel, and the fire of Clara's soul burned wantonly, pouring to both sides of the corridor at the same time like a flood. The sea of ​​fire drowned everyone,

People who were touched by the flames either rolled on the ground or lost consciousness directly. The evil creatures received minimal damage, but they turned around instantly the moment they saw the flames and fled towards the exit of the castle without looking back. Like a real beast.

Illusive blue flames passed through the windows of the castle, lighting up half of the sky. A large number of evil things poured out of the castle, and even the evil things hanging on the outer walls of the castle fled back.

Seeing this scene, Edwards already understood what happened.

"The spawn of Baal," he mused.

That little devil was able to exert such great power, and he also played a role in it, but now was not the time to regret it.

The seven demon lords, "The Perfect One" Heath, "The Eternal Champion" Cervantes, "The Lord of Power" Baal, "The Beyond Eternity" Kurning, "The Taker" Yaroza, "The Abyss" Gretel, and "The Debauched Demon God" Ainat, each have their own strengths, and the one who has the deepest touch on the material world is Baal, and his power will not be weakened outside of hell.

But correspondingly, Baal's power is also more easily consumed by material interference.

"Fifty people." Edwards said, raising one hand. Behind him, fifty people in the reserve team who did not participate in the attack immediately felt a spiritual call. They took off their clothes and hugged and kissed each other shamelessly on the street, with undisguised desire on their faces.

As the debauched behavior continued, a man suddenly woke up from this interaction. He wailed loudly and pushed away his temporary partner, scratching his skin desperately.

Under his skin, many protrusions were moving, coming and going, as if a group of snakes were swimming under his skin.

Soon, more people became like him. The comfortable moans hovering on the street turned into miserable howls, and the protrusions merged into several places and broke out from the bodies of these people. Several bloody monsters that looked like a combination of dogs and wild boars drilled out of the body of the first mutated man, and the original man was left with only a light skin on the ground.

More and more people were eroded into skin, until fifty skins were all displayed on the ground, and the number of monsters that drilled out of the human body exceeded two hundred.

Under Edwards' command, these monsters rushed to the castle again in groups.

"Let me see your limits."

Edwards' contemptuous eyes penetrated the wall and met with Clara who was lying on the ground in the castle, but the latter did not show any hostility. In her eyes, there was only the joy of pure destruction and curiosity about Edwards.

When the flames gradually dissipated, several people among the many collapsed bodies were still holding on.

One of the twin witches opened the barrier to protect more than a dozen people. The flames did not touch them, and her sister lay on the ground and lost consciousness.

"Ah!" She pointed at Donna and the dwarves and shouted angrily.

Although she and the soldiers around her were still wearing clothes and could still use magic, her mind had degenerated into that of a beast under Edwards' unscrupulous influence.

Even if she could still speak human language, Donna didn't think she could solve the problem through communication at this time.

Donna's actions set an example in the eyes of the defenders. The plainsmen with long swords stepped over the heads and spears of the dwarves and fought with them, and then gradually gained the upper hand with their numerical advantage.

The witch consumed a lot of strength to resist Clara's fire. She saw her companions being torn apart, so she turned and fled.

Clayton shouted in Donna's arms: "Let me do it."

The girl grabbed his newly connected trachea and threw him out with force, hitting the witch in the back of the head.

The werewolf's two rows of fangs pierced the woman's skull and tore off half of her head.

The woman who lost half of her head fell down without a sound.

The soldiers who had dealt with the invaders rushed over, dismembered the enemy, and then reassembled the bodies of Clayton and his companions.

At this point, the castle returned to the hands of the rebels of this country - if the king was considered a rebel.

Donna picked up Clara, and the connection between them made her feel the new threat outside the castle approaching again.

"The second wave of attacks is approaching, but Clara needs to rest for a while." She warned.

Clara's condition was a little depressed. If she continued to use the fire of the soul to burn the enemy, she would have no ability to resist Edwards.

Clayton straightened his head and neck so that they could grow well, and then took his axe.

"You all go to the back, this time it's up to us."

The other soldiers were also solemnly on guard.

As if in response to their fighting spirit, the blood-red beasts appeared in their field of vision.

Without the influence of the illusion, Clayton readjusted his tactics.

The bodies of the invaders were used as shields and obstacles to block the windows, and a low wall was piled up in the corridor. Only sixteen dwarf spearmen were left to guard behind the low wall. They did not need to use force or concentrate on stabbing anyone. They only needed to fix their spears and form a defense mode similar to a barricade to resist the red beasts.

The warriors carrying short weapons were on guard behind these spearmen and at the empty windows, dividing the beasts that jumped over the obstacles and thought they could sneak attack into several sections.

Those beasts were as agile as cats and as fierce as wild boars. They came and went silently and could also drill through gaps that people could not enter.

But their way of action did not exceed the scope of beasts. Clayton was well aware of the tactics to resist them.

If Edwards only had this ability, he could stay here until he died.

As for more strategies, Clayton did not have the extra energy to think about them. He was thinking about things that would make him feel sad and regretful, and resisting the illusion attacks that Edwards might use.