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Chapter 173 Manticore

Lothar frowned: "Pipin, I want you to take him down and deal with it, instead of turning this place into a slaughterhouse in front of my face."

Hussar Pepin put the weapon back into the sheath with some embarrassment: "Sorry, my lord, I was wrong."

He explained: "I really can't bear the sight of someone like him uttering such profane words in front of you."

"Drag the body down."

Lothar waved his hand and said nothing.

...

The shouts of killing lingering in my ears are gradually receding, which means that the battle line is advancing rapidly.

From the beginning of the battle, there was a crushing situation.

The dismounted hussars and Varangian guards with the title of knights, wearing heavy armor, rushed to the forefront of the team.

They have the full attribute increase of Hans' "Equipment Mounted Spear" and Jeanne's "Knight's Flower".It is not comparable to a group of city guards with worrying combat effectiveness.

Pagan soldiers fell in pools of blood one by one, and their weapons could not even penetrate the defenses of the hussars and Varangian guards.

In the eyes of these defenders who have just been awakened from their sleep, this seems to be an invulnerable, devil-like or nightmare-like army.
Soon, the Hebron army that broke into the city surrounded the main castle in Alandele.

On the ramparts of the castle of Arland-de-Renne.

Zayn Aladdin's brother-in-law was looking in amazement at the well-armed enemies who lined up in an orderly line on the street and gradually advanced towards the castle.

He clenched the weapon in his hand, his face livid: "How did these heretics suddenly appear in the city?"

"What witchcraft did they use?"

"Are those guarding the city a bunch of trash?"

A Saracen general reminded: "Lord Tarek, we have to close the city gate immediately, otherwise they will rush in with the rout!"

Tariq was silent for a while, nodded and said: "Try to let the soldiers suppress the enemy's footsteps with bows and javelins first, and try to let as many rout troops in as possible. We need more people to defend this castle."

"Yes."

On the city wall, the arrows are like locusts.

But the remaining veterans below immediately raised the square shields in their hands, formed a tight tortoise shell formation, and continued to move forward.

The defenders had no choice but to loosen the heavy winch, allowing the suspended iron gate to crash to the ground, cutting off the last way for the defeated army to return to the inner fort.

Without a siege engine, Hebron's army seemed to be forced to stop there.

Yet at this moment.

A female knight in bright silver armor and holding a golden holy spear galloped towards the city wall under the admiring eyes of the remaining veterans.

"Rage!"

Jeanna raised the Holy Spear in her hand.

The golden rays of light converged, outlining the appearance of a knight.

Only a high-pitched neigh was heard.

With the clatter of horseshoes, the golden knight turned into a cloud of fire and slammed into the iron gate of the inner fort. The black iron bars and wooden boards were burned and melted into a big hole.

The soldiers of Hebron immediately cheered.

"miracle!"

"Bright Knight, Bright Knight!"

They gathered around the gap, waiting for the flames to dissipate before rushing forward.

Tarek watched this scene and opened his mouth, isn't this a joke?
Looking around, he looked at those subordinates who were equally pale and whose morale had been shaken to the extreme.

Tariq said dejectedly: "I can't hold it anymore, this is simply a group of devils."

"I have persuaded Zahn, an idiot, that provoking the Franks is the most stupid act. He can't even deal with Leonard. Why do you think he can deal with an opponent who defeated Adil and Saladin successively?"

There was a trace of bitterness on Tariq's face: "Let go of the manticore, I hope this beast can make these Franks pay some price."

General Saracen hesitated for a moment, but said, "It's been three days since I fed it. If it defeated the Franks, how should we catch it back?"

Tariq couldn't help but sneered: "It's just a beast, how can it defeat the Franks who use witchcraft?"

"It would be nice if you could delay the time a little bit, pass on the order and prepare to retreat!"

The knight made up of golden holy flames knelt down on one knee to Jeanna, saluted, and disappeared after being blown by a gust of wind.

It is one of Jeanna's twelve guardian knights, "La Haile" known as the Raging Flame Knight—a projection re-engraved in the human world from the epic river.

At this time.

A faint stench permeated the air.

In the depths of the castle, the gate of the iron dungeon like a well was opened.

At the bottom of the dungeon, there are layers of bones of cattle, sheep and livestock—the Saracens have tried for a long time to tame beasts like the manticore to fight.

But this kind of rebellious animal has not heard of anyone who is willing to obey human orders.

After opening the dungeon door, the defenders of Alandele immediately began to retreat to the back door of the inner castle. This manticore is not a war beast that can distinguish between the enemy and the friend.

Roar--

A giant lion with bat wings and a scorpion-like tail, like a giant elephant, flew out from the depths of the dungeon with its wings fluttering.

It was extremely fast, and the moment it flew out of the dungeon, it caught two fleeing Saracen soldiers and brought them to the tower of the castle.

With a bloody mouth like eating melon seeds, he chewed and swallowed the heads of two heavily armed soldiers together with their helmets into his stomach.

"Good beast!"

There was a trace of anger on Jeanne's face.

Manticore is not a dark creature, and it has nothing to do with monsters at all.

But to Jeanne, the former head of the Knights of the Holy Church, cannibals are monsters!

I saw her bowing her knees and holding the Holy Spear in her right hand.

The long golden hair was held up high by the sudden force.

The manticore, whose mouth was full of blood, suddenly showed a trace of fear in his muddy, unruly eyes.

It didn't hesitate at all, ignoring the two corpses that hadn't finished eating, it flapped its wings and flew up, trying to escape into the air.

"I want to run now, it's too late."

Jeanna narrowed her eyes slightly, and the expression on her face was extremely devout at this moment.

"Seiya!"

The golden light runs through Qiongxiao.

A shrill scream sounded.

Tariq looked back subconsciously, and saw that the giant Manticore, which he had placed high hopes on, was pierced by a golden light, and that incomparably huge body crashed to the ground like this.

"Dead... dead?"

The defenders of Alandele couldn't believe it.

In previous years, because they wanted to tame this manticore, they lost countless lives.

But this manticore, which they regarded as invincible, was shot down in just one encounter?
Tariq was about to get on his horse and evacuate, but he stopped abruptly.

He jumped off his mount, straightened his neckline, with a wry smile on his face.

Said to the Saracen general beside him: "It seems that we don't have to run away. Prepare to surrender, the enemy is simply not something we can deal with."

General Saracen also had disbelief written all over his face. He whispered: "This... this is definitely the power of the devil. With the holy flame, can we really fight against such a terrifying devil?"

Tariq said worriedly: "That's not something we should consider. What we should do now is to surrender to the leader of this enemy, and hope that the other party is willing to let us spend a ransom to redeem our own lives."

(End of this chapter)