Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 12 Twelve · Church Bloody Battle

   "Who are you? Why did you break into my lord's church?. Ah." The paladin asked loudly from the church hall, followed by a scream.

  Luther Husben wanted to say something else, but after hearing the scream, he couldn't help but get nervous: "They... started killing people?"

   At the same time, he looked eagerly at Lallen, hoping that the chosen person in front of him could give instructions.

  "Hmm" Lailun did not expect that a Chaos believer would be so bold, but he ignored the patron saint of the church and forcibly sneaked in.

   The blood-colored mist in the corridor proves that these Chaos believers are well prepared. There must be no fallen people inside the church. In the entire neighborhood of the church, there will inevitably be humans who believe in Chaos.

   The light source shining from his left hand formed a circle of light around Lallen.

   The blood-colored mist seems to have an erosive effect. Whenever the mist and the light layer collide, there will be a pungent burnt smell, just like the surface of decaying wood is purified by fire.

  Lairn found that the magical wind storage in his body was rapidly declining and began to become thin. The magical wind storage that was enough to support the use of spells for 20 minutes now lasts for at most ten minutes.

"Lyren. Big brother." Luther Huss followed Layren and felt the magical power of the aperture most intuitively. Standing inside the aperture, his whole body became warm. This milky-white energy calmed the gray robe. The acolyte's restless mind doubled his courage.

   "We have to leave quickly, Huss, this layer of light won't last long." It won't work like this, Laren's magical wind reserves are limited, but the blood-colored fog keeps pouring in from outside the corridor.

"it is good."

   The two moved quickly along the wall.

   As time passed, there were sporadic sounds of swords clashing in the hall, and it seemed that the patrolling paladins had spotted the intruder.

   "Drive them out of the church of our Lord!"

   "For Charlemagne! For the Empire!"

   More and more shouts sounded, and fierce fighting broke out in the hall.

The two of Laren stopped and crouched against the corner of the stairs leading to the upper floor on the first floor of the church. In the empty Sigma Church at night, there were only a few paladins holding torches to barely illuminate the fog in a small area. Covered in blood.

   Several dark shadows scurried to other floors. Among the only lights, only a small number of intruders who were covered in black clothes were still fighting against the paladins.

   "Perhaps the invaders have been driven away?" whispered the gray robe acolyte. "The paladins have defeated them."

   "Boom~Boom~Boom~" As if in response to Hus's words, the entire church floor shook with the steps of some kind of giant beast.

Under all eyes, a blood-colored portal opened, and a Khorne Minotaur was summoned in the hall. It opened its huge and twisted hooves, raised the **** double axe at the end of its sharp claws, roared loudly, and the sound of brass rubbing. And the pungent smell of sulfur filled the entire hall.

   "It's Khorne! It's Khorne!"

   Someone shouted in despair, and the faces of all the paladins in the hall suddenly turned white.

   "How did the devil appear here?!"

   "Help! Help me!"

"Moo!!" Khorne Minotaur's scarlet eyes were full of blood, and he swung his slaughtering weapon with unparalleled force. All the paladins on the road of its charge cut them open, and the giant beast directly grabbed the two unlucky ones. Guys, tear them to shreds with claws and devour human flesh to the fullest.

   The demon's roar woke up all the acolytes who were sleeping.

  Noisy and chaotic footsteps came from all directions, and the order was extremely chaotic for a while.

   "Form a phalanx! Don't scatter!"

   an experienced paladin shouted loudly.

   As soon as he finished speaking, a minotaur rammed into a dragon chariot, smashing the defense line built by the paladin. The veteran soldier was slashed by a sharp axe, and he couldn't die any longer.

   "We're done, we're done!"

   "My Lord! Save us!"

At the same time, several low-level bloodletters of Khorne rushed out of the portal. They let out inhuman hoarse roars, bringing battle and fear. The blood-red humanoid demons wielded the sword of hell, forming a killing spree, dashing forward only To kill the enemy, cut off the skull and dedicate it to the skull.

  The statue of Sigmar in the center of the hall was extremely bleak at the moment, and an atmosphere of despair enveloped the paladins.

  The church door opened, and more torchlight briefly dispelled the fog.

The whippers who were praying outside heard the roar of the demon. Under the whipping of despair, they rushed towards the devil without risk of death. Flail responds!

   "Roaring Blood Sacrifice. Blood God!"

   "For Charlemagne!"

   The scene became more chaotic.

  Not only in the hall, but also on the second and third floors of the church, there were screams. The Chaos believers who sneaked in started killing the weak acolytes, and the cold blades took away one fresh life after another.

   Hearing the screams of his former companions, Luther Hus's eyes were split. At this moment, he wanted to hold a warhammer and fight the Khorne Minotaur to the end.

   But blind impulses can't solve the problem, it will only make oneself sacrifice in vain.

   The situation turned sharply, and the gray-robed acolyte said blankly, "Brother Lailun. What should we do?"

"Devil Teleportation Array, Khorne low-level bloodletter and a bloodthirsty Minotaur, the one who sneaked in should be a medium-sized Chaos sect, and it is definitely not something we can deal with." Lailun whispered, he closed the light layer and gestured to his body. The acolyte was calm.

   "Are we going to watch them die?" Luther Hus said with a sad expression: "Save them, Brother Lailun, you are the chosen one of our Lord!"

   "Calm down Hus! Calm down!"

   Hearing the desperate cries in the hall, Lallen realized that the morale of the paladins had dropped to the bottom, and if there was a slight change at this time, they would completely collapse.

  Clairen himself only has one dazzling spell, what can he do?

   The lashers in the hall were almost dead and wounded. They inhaled an excessive amount of blood-colored mist and became as violent and belligerent as demons.

   "Just die!" As soon as Lailun gritted his teeth, he died under the devil's axe within a few days of coming to this world. He could be considered the most humiliating traveler in history.

   "Huss, wait for you to follow me out of the church! Go to the town patrol! Can you hear me clearly?" Lailun said in a deep voice, the veins in the hand holding the long sword bursting.

"get ready!"

After   Lyren counted three numbers in a low voice, he rushed down the stairs with Luther Huss flying.

   A man in black faced him with blood-red eyes, waving his long sword like an angry dog ​​and rushing towards Lailun, and the long battle aroused his ferocity.

   raised his sword and slammed the man in black to block the attack. The long sword in Lailun's hand flipped the direction, and the exquisite swordsmanship drew a blood arc.

   In the first moment of the face-to-face confrontation, blood splattered everywhere, and the man in black's attack was very deadly. The blade slashed under Lailun's ribs, and the price was that his neck was cut open and half of his face was stained with blood.

  Lyren did not forget to give him a hard kick: "What kind of beast are you pretending to be in front of me."

   The system-enhanced [Melee Veteran] skill has greatly enhanced Laylen's melee ability, and his handy swordsmanship skills are more than enough to deal with this group of Chaos believers.

After cutting down two men in black in a row, there was a slightly deep cut on Laren's chest. The fog in the church hall was getting thicker and thicker. The roar of a bull seemed to be close to his ears, and the screams of humans were screaming. And inhuman roars one after another.

   Too much, really too much.

  Lairen felt a chill in his heart, leaning against the wall, he looked at the dark shadows and blood-colored demons running through the blood mist, and sighed.

   There were constantly people in black rushing towards him, trying to kill him. Although Laren had swordsmanship by his side, fine sweat was all over his forehead. In this case, he was in the killing field of hell.

  Suddenly, a bloodletter jumped out from behind the gray-robed acolyte: "Blood sacrifice. Blood god!"

The appearance of the    demon really frightened Huss. Facing the sword of **** that was cut down, Huss subconsciously threw a punch.

   "锵!"

   The swords collided in one place, and the sharp sound that penetrated the eardrum made the gray-robed acolyte feel a lot of pain, and his arm suddenly pulled him away.

   "How dare you! You still want to punch the devil!" Laren gritted his teeth and struggled to withstand the blow, not forgetting to complain.

  Fortunately, he reacted in time, otherwise the future prophet of Sigmar would have fallen prematurely.

   After a few breaths of stalemate, Lailun used his life force, folded his hands and shook out a sword flower, which pierced the eyes of the demon dog.

   But the long sword in his hand is an ordinary weapon after all. In the opposite sword just now, the sword body is like the end of a strong arrow. When it pierces the hard skin, the long sword breaks from the middle of the sword body without warning.

   "Damn it! Damn it!" Laren smashed the handle of the broken sword at the bloodletter, and pulled the grey-robed acoly away.

   took advantage of the chaos to pick up the long sword of a mutilated corpse on the ground, danced as tightly as possible beside him, and launched [Reckless Impact] to rush towards the church door.

   He decided to bet once.

   is also the only chance to save everyone in the church, and Lallen has no choice.

   "For Charlemagne! For human beings!" A sad song of despair sounded from the other side of the hall, and the few paladins and the lashers launched a last-ditch fight, that is, to bite with their teeth, but also to kill the demon!

  Lyren and Luther Huss also made their way outside the gate.

   waved his sword to kill the men in black who were surrounding him, and Lailun yelled at the grey-robed acolyte, "Go find the patrol team! It's up to you whether all of us can survive!"

  Luther Hus just ran a few steps, realized something, turned around and shouted: "Brother Lailen, won't you go with me?!!"

"of course not!"

The blade of a Chaos believer made a wound on Lailun's back. Layen turned around and roared to meet him. The long sword in his hand was precisely draped over the face of the man in black. Three prints appeared.

   "I'm the Chosen One, of course I'm going to save them." Laylen grinned, the pain of the wound on his body stimulated his spirit, and finally glanced at Luther Huss before rushing into the church.

  The church hall has turned into a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

After   Lyren rushed into the church, he first closed the door to prevent the devil from leaving the church.

   roared and charged forward, the long sword in his hand flew, and the necks of the three men in black were cut off.

  The rich and stench of blood irritated Laren's nerves and senses. Human resistance became weaker and weaker, and under the influence of blood, blood began to flow from many thrashers and acolytes, and their heads dizzy.

   "No, I will die if I go on like this."

   "Moo!!" Lailun just rushed to the central area of ​​the hall, a giant figure appeared in front of him, and the Khorne Minotaur was staring at him!

  The skin of this terrifying monster is already covered with marks of slashing with swords, but it is still in good condition. Over time, the summoned demons have not been banished, but their figure has become more solid.

   A mass of blood was condensed on this huge monster, connecting all the bloodletters invisibly.

  "Could it be?" Lallen opened his eyes wide, thinking of something, but the Khorne demon didn't give him a moment to react, and the axe slammed into his head vertically with a wave of air.

  Lairn stumbled on the soles of his feet, almost dodging a fatal blow, and instantly swung his long sword to slash at the Minotaur's upper hoof.

  The devil's skin is harder than steel!

  Lairen had just stabilized his body when the axe of the Khorne Minotaur hit him: "Boom!"

  Lyren was kicked out by the monster, hit the bottom of the Sigma statue heavily, and fell to the ground.

"Uh" Lailun's cotton and linen shirt was already torn and full of holes. A bitter taste rushed to his throat, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his internal organs seemed to be torn apart. The extreme pain stimulated his nerves, and he suspected that his arm was broken. .

   The only remaining human beings gathered around the Sigma statue, back to back, with their last will, the coercion of the devil.

  The ground shook again, and the Khorne Minotaur charged at them.

   The Vampire made a brass rubbing sound and charged in the name of the Blood God.

  The paladins cried out in despair, and the acolyte shivered uncontrollably, but did not give up resistance.

The    system seems to be watching all this and nothing happens.

  Laylen propped up his body, leaning back against the Sigma statue, barely reaching out, touching the shin of the statue, and looking up at the Emperor's face.

   "Sigmar, they are all your people, your believers." Laren lowered his eyelids, only feeling cold in his limbs, and murmured in his mouth: "One last time. I beg you, save them."

   Radiance, unprecedented use.

   Milky white radiance, a full moon-like holy light shone from behind Laren's head, dispelling the blood-colored fog in the church hall.

   The five-meter-high statue was like a living creature at the moment, with golden flames bursting out from its body, and a layer of pale gold was shrouded on Lallen's body beside his shin.

  【Mission Achievement: Sacrifice】

  [Acquire consumption-type characteristic: Pity (when dying, the host recovers)]

  Khorne Minotaur stopped the momentum of the charge, the scarlet bull's eye was full of tyranny, and the sudden burst of power from the little human who was shrouded in gold in front of him made it terrified and angry.

   "Holy Hammer! It's Holy Hammer!"

   "My Lord has appeared!"

   "My Lord!"

  The paladins and the acolytes watched Laren bathed in the golden holy light in front of him, and a simple warhammer fell in his hand, which was the Hammer of Heram that was obtained in the second lottery.

  The dazzling light also enveloped them, soothing their uneasy minds and boosting their morale.

  【Faith +43】

"So."

  Lairen held the warhammer in both hands, and his eyes were bright and clear: "For the empire!"

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   (end of this chapter)