Chapter 667

The giant leader's huge eyes stared at the Greek emperor on the top of the city.

Can he regain his freedom as long as he kills him?

He didn't know whether the newly-appointed Ottoman king could be trusted, but he knew he had no choice.

The tribesmen who were kept in captivity and put on heavy shackles, like livestock, could not defeat the Ottomans. If they wanted to survive, they could only obey orders.

He looked at his tribesmen and uttered a few syllables that only giants could understand. Among the sand giants, the remaining dozen warriors separated half of them and ran with their hands and feet.

Their speed reached the extreme in an instant, like a hill running rampantly.

"The giants are your Majesty's servants, make way for them!"

"With the giants leading the charge, we will definitely take this city today."

"The holy fire will burn forever, the highest and greatest!"

The Ottoman soldiers shouted loudly. They were all Zoroastrians who did not need to pay the giaz tax (the head tax for pagans). They had the financial resources to arm themselves, and they had a strong will to fight. They firmly believed that those who died for the holy war would ascend to heaven.

The Ottoman army, like a black tide, held high the flag with a red background, a yellow crescent and the holy fire, and followed closely behind the giants.

In comparison, the slender female knight standing at the foot of the city wall was like a lone boat in the surging waves, and would capsize in the next moment.

Her platinum long hair and black and white battle uniform were blown up by the whistling airflow, revealing the deep red color under the black cloak.

The Greek soldiers on the top of the city couldn't help but let out a series of worried exclamations.

Although they all knew that this female knight, who had come to Constantinople at some point and became the emperor's most trusted advisor at some point, possessed extremely powerful extraordinary strength, the gap between her and those giants was still too big to see with the naked eye.

The Candle Knight looked at the enemies coming like a tide, closed his eyes gently, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of facing a powerful enemy.

She held the typical German two-handed sword in both hands and placed it in front of her chest. The bright blade reflected her beautiful face. The next moment, the dancing flames, like a charming twisting snake, quickly lit up every rune on the sword.

An extremely powerful sense of fear and oppression rose rapidly from the Candle Knight's body, as if it had become a vortex of the world. A large amount of flame spirituality was called by her and gathered into the center of the vortex, on the two-handed sword engraved with countless runes.

The emperor on the top of the city tightly grasped the sword at his waist. Behind him, the four royal flags of β, the military flag of XP group, and the emblem flag of double-headed eagle were blown by the whistling spiritual storm.

In his spiritual vision far beyond ordinary people, the soul of the giant rushing in the front seemed to have become a huge red candle, which was reflected by the spiritual candle spell. Even Lothar could not figure out the principle of this wonderful spell, let alone how to deal with it.

Then, the flaming sword suddenly rose from the female knight's hand, like a sharp blade piercing the world.

The next moment.

The candle burned, and the shadow extinguished.

The huge head rolled to the ground, extinguishing the fire of the giant's life.

What was ignited was the magic candle fueled by the soul on the big sword in Viviana's hand.

"Roar!"

The giants roared in anger and sorrow, and rushed towards the tiny figure regardless of everything.

The sand giant, who followed the original giant leader, raised his arm high, and the endless gravel turned into a huge and rough sand spear, which he threw out fiercely.

Accompanied by a roar!

The flaming giant sword swept out.

The sand spear was forged into a translucent crystal.

The target that followed was the giant who threw the spear.

The sand giant's body was immediately covered with tons of mud and sand, which turned into solid armor. The huge body, which was originally more than ten meters high, expanded again. After adding defense, he faced the flaming giant sword and swung his arm fiercely.

However, this resistance was just a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The seemingly tiny Candle Knight was holding the Sun God Sword in his hand, which was like a sun in the sky. The flames easily destroyed the sand giant's defense and roasted the flesh and blood wrapped under the gravel into charcoal.

But there was more than one sand giant.

His companions were not frightened by the death of their tribesmen. Their faces were filled with grief and anger as they rushed towards Viviana.

The underground soil surged and turned into quicksand, sending out an extremely strong suction force, trying to limit Viviana's mobility. Sandworms raised by sand giants drilled out from the ground and tried to bite Viviana.

Lothar watched this scene and did not intervene. He could feel that with Viviana's strength, even if these sand giants were added together, they might not be her opponents.

"I didn't expect that the strength of the Candle Knights in their prime was so strong, obviously superior to those six-stars like Jeanna who were at the peak of the first stage of refinement."

Jeanna's prime should have been at the peak of the second stage of refinement.

Now, although Viviana will definitely not be so strong, she is definitely the strength after the second eliteization. You know, she is only in her twenties. If Jeanna had not been transformed into a heroic spirit, she would still be a rural witch who was full of "fighting for God" and "expelling the British barbarians" at the age of 20.

With such talent, it is no wonder that he has become a figure as famous as the Knight of Glory and the Goddess of Lanterns.

For a moment, even the three-headed dragons that were sleeping in the distance and had no interest in the dispute between insects subconsciously raised their three huge heads, and a hint of eagerness flashed in their sharp eyes.

As fire dragons, swallowing powerful flames is almost their innate instinct.

"Be patient!"

Feeling the awakening of the dragon, Mahamu II hurriedly conveyed his comforting emotions.

He didn't care about the casualties of his men. Whether it was Zimmi, Ghazi, or giant slaves, they were just consumables in his eyes, only dragons were not.

He knew very well why his father Murad II had to give him the status of heir after he murdered his frail brother - he could control dragons.

Dragons were the foundation of his becoming king.

He would rather let the corpses of his soldiers pile up into a mountain than to endure the risk of his most valued dragon companion being seriously injured. After all, the Romans still have a sacred artifact in their hands, which is the dragon-shooting crossbow specially used to deal with dragons in the mouth of the traitor.

He must be patient.

The clenched fist loosened again, and the young monarch looked at the emperor wearing purple robes and golden armor on the top of the city. For the first time, he realized that he might really underestimate this Greek emperor who seemed to be at the end of his rope.

…

The flaming sword slashed down another giant like a dead tree and a rotten wood.

The quicksand traps and sandworm raids that the giants rely on may still be a big problem for orthodox spellcasters, but Viviana is not a spellcaster.

She is a magic warrior.

With the flow of mental power, Viviana quickly pulled herself out of the trap, leaped up, stepped deftly on the head of a white sandworm, and flew up with the force. The long sword in her hand swept across, and the white sword light cut open the giant in front of her.

The glow of the spiritual candle flashed on the blade, causing the sand giant, which was immune to physical attacks to a certain extent, to immediately ooze thick blood plasma after being cut open. The two halves of the body fell to the ground, and countless organs fell to the ground, directly breaking into a pile of gravel.

These sand giants, which are extremely powerful to ordinary people, are as fragile as toys in Viviana's hands.

Not to mention the spellcasters who came to support from the city wall. Although these old spellcasters have limited mana reserves and relatively ordinary abilities, they can still provide Viviana with long-range firepower support.

A moment later.

The last giant under the city died in hatred, and he didn't even touch the edge of the city wall until he died.

"Candle Knight!"

"Ms. Viviana!"

The defenders on the top of the city began to cheer that name without any prior agreement.