Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 13 Thirteen: The Hammer of Laren

   The sudden miracle gave the humans present a stimulant.

  The blood-colored fog was dispelled by the Flare Art behind Lallen. Inside the mask, the paladins and the thrashers felt the comfort from their hearts and the comfort of their souls.

  Lyren also did not expect that a soft and strange force was saving his body that was on the verge of collapse. In his broken right arm, he could clearly feel the flesh and blood squirming, reconnecting, and an irreversible recovery was being staged.

  Heram's warhammer, a thin peck weapon clenched in both hands, at the end of the hammer head, the twin-tailed comet tail flame engraved on the hammer body, gushing out milky white flames.

  The whole warhammer glowed, and the prismatic crystal on the handle glowed in response to the light source behind Lallen.

   The system in his mind issued a new prompt.

  【Temporary Mission Released: Banish Demons】

   [Quest reward: +40 luck value, 1 skill point. 】

  Laylen tore off the torn cloth strips on his body, revealing his strong upper body, from the abdomen to the neck, the muscles were bulging, and the lines of the forearm and forearm were slack.

   "Boom~~~" A dull bell resembling a church tower echoed in the hall.

   The end of the devil has come!

   "The power of the twin-tailed comet! The power of the Holy Hammer!"

   "He is my Lord's chosen one!"

   "My Lord has not given up on us!"

The paladins rekindled their fighting spirit, and the lashers looked at Lallen with awe and enthusiasm. Those acolytes who gathered around the statue and were helpless, also summoned their courage, and others Face the devil together.

  Even at this moment, the halls, ceilings, and domes of the church were filled with the pungent smell of sulphur in all directions, and Khorne bloodletters were chattering furiously.

   They are also fearless.

  Lyren stood in front of mankind without hesitation.

   He raised the holy hammer in his hand, and the light in the hall became dazzling in an instant, burning the demon's skin, the smell of coke and rancidity overwhelmed the blood, and the demon portal in the church turned into dust under the dazzling light, disappearing out of thin air.

  The bodies of the surrounding demons lacked the chaotic energy to maintain the entity and gradually became transparent. Just relying on a little magic wind in the mortal world was far from enough to maintain their entity.

   Over time, the demons will banish themselves back to the realm of Chaos, but until then, the only thing Rylen can do is kill them faster!

   "For the Empire!"

Lailun roared, and the first one rushed up. The figure holding the holy hammer seemed to be a former emperor. In just a moment, two bloodletters were drinking hatred under the warhammer. The sharp blade, the red-hot hammer head easily shattered the devil's head.

   "For the Empire!"

   "For Charlemagne!"

Human blood was pouring out from behind, and the paladins clenched their weapons tightly, shouting the name of the Empire and Charlemagne, desperately moving forward, following the man in front of him, who was full of light. The acolytes joined the battlefield in a roar.

   "Massacre! Humans!" The devil's face was terrifying, and the blood god's followers longed for every war.

  The waves of blood red and milky white clashed fiercely. The paladins sang their praises, which further boosted their morale. They rushed into the demons and fought bravely to kill the enemy, ready to return to the embrace of the God of Justice.

The valiant fighting of human beings has greatly accelerated the speed of the demon's exile. Every minute and every second, brave warriors fell under the sword of hell, and the followers of Chaos dressed in black also took off their cover, revealing their abominable mutations. body, but none of the humans regretted it, they knew there was no way out.

   The large groups of bloodletters are a terrifying sight in anyone's eyes. Their killing will inject the blood and wailing of the victims into Hellblade, bringing strength to themselves.

   Against evil, victory or death.

   A few acolytes grabbed the long wooden chairs that were scattered on the side and pressed them forward, and the bloodletter who rushed out chopped off his head with two swipes.

  The shirtless thrashers fought with only their will, the flesh-blooded body erupted with unimaginable power, and the flails fought back violently.

   Courage is the hymn of mankind, and faith is the shield of the empire, but with the gap in absolute strength, the counterattack of mankind is crumbling little by little.

Lailun went deep into the bloodletting group to fight, the warhammer in his hand was stained with stench of blood, and the soul fire effect attached to the hammer protected him from being eroded by chaos. Although Laylen fought bravely and fearlessly, his figure was engulfed by the demon tide. , The paladins around him were killed in battle, leaving only two.

Lallen swung the warhammer, and a bloodletter was brought down in front of him. The body of the demon on the ground kept twitching. Before dying, he tried to bite the flesh. He stepped forward and smashed its head, ending this abomination. biology.

   Looking around Liulu, Lailun found that he was surrounded.

  The luster of the Sigma statue in the center of the church gradually faded, and the light that dispelled the fog became dimmer, and the mask was only a thin layer in the long-term consumption.

  Lyren felt his heart pounding, gasping for breath, his mouth was dry, and the high-intensity battle brought his physical strength to a critical point.

   This is the first time Laren has fought against a demon. Physical exhaustion is second, and mental pressure makes him not dare to let down his guard.

  Lyren knew that he could not fall. His existence represented the morale of mankind, and his own life and death determined the direction of the entire battle.

   forcibly swallowed the sweetness in his throat. The most powerful enemy in the hall, the Khorne bull-headed monster stared at Lallen's every move, and kept approaching, the scarlet bull's eyes were full of blood.

   "Move to the middle!"

   "Don't fight alone!"

   There were less than ten people more than ten meters behind him. On the ground, demons and humans hugged and died. It wasn't that the two sides had released their grudges at the juncture of life and death, but that they had to bite each other with their teeth at the last moment.

   Human morale is collapsing, and only reason is left to support them. They fight and retreat, avoiding the siege of demons and Chaos believers, and they are farther away from Laylen's position.

   "If you go on like this, you will definitely lose."

  Lyren realized that no amount of courage could make up the difference in strength. Only by killing the Minotaur and disconnecting the mortal world could the demon be banished.

  It’s urgent, so let’s go!

   "Moo!!" The monster roared and let out a roar, and the huge bull's hoof cut through the stone bricks and charged towards Laren!

   "Die!" A golden streamer flashed in Laren's eyes, squeezing the last potential of his body, forcing strength from his bones, and the fire of the soul attached to the warhammer ignited like a torch.

   The huge body of the Minotaur rushed towards him in an instant, and Laren suddenly turned to the side, quickly rolling to the side, the unstoppable wind pressure bulging from his side.

   "Ah!" The paladins behind him did not respond in time, and flew out as if disconnected, the hot blood bursting in mid-air, making a slight noise.

"Hornless. Kill.." The scarlet bull's eyes turned around, and the brass battle axe in the Minotaur's claws swept toward another paladin, who in despair swung his long sword in vain to block, the next breath, the long sword fragment Accompanied by the human flesh and blood that had been cut in half, it scattered on the ground.

   It charged forward with a mighty thunder, lowered its head and stabbed with its horns, slashing the unfortunate paladin with one last blow after another.

The   Khorne bull stretched out its thorny claws and grabbed the paladin, ripping at the raw meat, then gulping down the steaming flesh to quench his thirst.

  The surrounding bloodletters swarmed up, surrounded the demon, tore off pieces of minced meat and human bones, and swallowed them.

   "Death!!" Laylen rushed forward and attacked from the side. The warhammer was firmly rammed into the demon's ribs, and the smell of burnt flesh filled his nose.

   "Roar!" The fire of the soul scorched the Minotaur, and he slammed his claws on the handle of the hammer in a fury. The hard warhammer held up the enormous force, and Lallen flew out backwards, taking a few steps back.

   A thick jet of air spewed out of the Minotaur's nose, and the blood-red eyes symbolized that it was thoroughly provoked.

   "Hohohohoho!" Khorne Minotaur's hooves smashed the slate on the ground and lifted up pieces of gravel and mud. Lallen forcibly pressed down on the numbness in his arm, took a deep breath, blushed, and charged head on.

  Lairen squeezed the last bit of magic wind from his body, the wind of light Hexi wrapped around him like a tide, and the light source behind him burst out again with dazzling dazzling light, and the demon's bull's eye couldn't look directly in front of him for a moment.

  He wants to create a first chance for himself!

In the brief blinding, the double-haired charge came, and Lallen's short body flashed the dancing battle axe. The strong wind pressure swept across his body like an axe blade, but he had no time to care about it, and the war hammer in his hand immediately smashed at the Minotaur. In the head, the devil has honed a strong sense of crisis by fighting endlessly in the blood domain.

   The battle axe of the other claw of the Minotaur swung over from his side, the hammers and blades clashed, sparks scattered, the warhammer deviates from the direction, and slammed into the devil's shoulder.

  Lyren took it as soon as he saw it, never greedy, twisted his body and took a few steps back, staring at the devil.

   His hands trembled slightly, and the tiger's mouth had collapsed.

The    offensive was not without effect. The fire of the soul attached to the devil's shoulder and burned violently, speeding up the exile, and the minotaur's figure became in a trance.

   "It's almost there." Lailen gritted his teeth, and the last milky white radiance gathered his arms, activated the [Break Impact] skill, and slammed forward.

   A dazzling white light enveloped his body, and a mask appeared.

   "Go to hell! Demon!"

   "Hoo **** ho **** hoo!!"

   "Quick! Quick!" In the block in front of Bray Town, the acolyte in gray roared and ran towards the church not far away: "Just ahead! Quick!"

   Several teams of imperial soldiers followed closely behind him, spears and halberds like a forest, reflecting the pale green luster sprinkled by the evil moon.

  Fortunately, it was the city defense chief Krill who was personally inspecting tonight, and it was also fortunate that Captain Krill chose to believe in the gray-robed acolyte who came in a hurry and saw that he was so excited that he could not speak.

  The crowd rushed to the outside of the church wall. The tall buildings in front of them were extremely dark, and there was no light to illuminate. The outer square was empty, and the air was filled with a smell of fishy sweetness. Many soldiers felt a chill swept through their bodies.

  The building is only as silent as death.

   An imperial officer next to Krill didn’t really believe the nonsense the acolyte said, so how could a Chaos believer force his way into the Sigma Church? Are you going to die when you are full?

  But the scene in front of him made him believe it. He put on his iron helmet and shouted sharply: "Sword and shield soldiers and halberdiers march forward! The bowmen are pressing down on both sides, and a figure runs out. Let's kill them!"

"Yes!"

   A team of sword and shield soldiers and halberdiers raised their torches and entered the church cautiously.

   And Luther Hus stood alone, sluggish on the spot, with no thoughts in his mind. He thought about the worst situation along the way, but when he faced the reality, he couldn't accept it from the heart.

   Is everyone dead?

   Reverend Zeis?

   What about the acolytes of his age?

   Lord Lallen he will not also

   "There are still people alive inside!" a soldier ran out and shouted.

   "There are still living people." Ripple ripples appeared in Luther Hus's eyes.

   He ignored the soldiers around him and rushed into the church hall trembling.

  In the hall, there were human corpses everywhere, but more demons and men in black fell in a pool of blood, and the smell of fishy sweetness poured into the nostrils of the gray-robed acolyte. Huss endured the discomfort and looked around anxiously.

   In front of the statue of Sigmar in the middle, several human beings stood there immobile. After a **** battle, their mind and body had already reached their limit.

At the end of the    war, they only saw a flash of white light flashing, and the moment the light lit up, the man with the holy hammer stood beside the corpse of the Khorne bull.

   As more and more soldiers entered, torches lit up the entire hall.

   Damaged wooden chairs and splintered slates on the ground are everywhere, reminding them that there was a terrible war here.

   "Brother Laylen! Laylen!" Luther Huss was eagerly looking for someone's figure, he did not believe that a chosen one would die here: "Brother Laylen!"

   Two lines of tears fell unnaturally on the resolute and young face of the gray-robed acolyte.

   He resisted crying, his voice choked: "Brother Lallen."

   "I'm not dead yet." A weak voice came from the darkness on one side of the hall, and said angrily: "Hus. Why are you so slow?"

  Luther Huss followed the sound and found Lallen leaning against the stone wall with his head down.

   "There are still people here!" he shouted at the soldiers, and it didn't take long for the surroundings of Lallen to be lit by torches.

   A shocking streak spread from Lallen's left shoulder to his right rib cage. The wound was bleeding non-stop, and faint smoke continued to flow out. There were countless blood cuts on his arms and calf, and the bloodstains were clearly visible along the way.

The Khorne demon's blow before his death was vicious and deadly. Laren didn't evade it. He gritted his teeth in exchange for wounds, and then smashed the bull's head with a violent hammer blow. The demon lacked a realistic node, and the blood red disappeared in an instant. The remaining bloodletters were also exiled back to the Chaos Realm, and the souls of those Chaos cultists also went with the demons, leaving a corpse on the ground.

   The reward after the **** battle shocked Lallen.

  【Battle Evaluation: Bloody Victory】

  【Get experience value +1800】

  【Host Level: lv3】

  【Reward: +40 Luck Point, 1 Skill Point. 】

  [Detect the host's piety value (79 points), unlock the first stage reward: the lord panel]

  [Acquired title: Holy Hammer Raelen]

  Lord Panel!

   Even though his body was so tired that he couldn't speak, Laren's heart was already shocked beyond words.

  Is this about to start the splendid life of a lord?

   Ask for tickets and collections!

  It's late, it's late

   (end of this chapter)