Archdemon

Time passed quickly, and the enemy had already arrived before the defenders in the city were even ready.

When the undead army approached the city for a distance.

Someone spotted a legion of humans from the side of the undead soldiers.

He pointed at the human legion and said, "What is that!?"

Many people looked at the human legion, not understanding what was going on. Didn't they say that the invaders were all undead who blasphemed life?

And in the surprised eyes of everyone, a small group of cavalry stood out from this human army.

The cavalry rushed straight to the city.

The cavalry held a flag in their hands.

The knowledgeable people in the city had already recognized the noble family represented by this flag.

"This is the flag of Viscount Berman's family. How could it be in the hands of the invaders?" Someone shouted in disbelief.

At this time, the cavalry, which had already approached the city, also stopped outside the range of long-range attacks.

A cavalryman lifted his visor and shouted to the city's defenders:

"I am Viscount Berman. Who is stationed in this city? Open the city gate quickly!"

The appearance of Viscount Berman instantly agitated the people on the city wall.

Viscount Berman's territory was near this city, and many people in the city had seen him.

"Didn't Viscount Berman go to war with the army?" someone shouted.

The commotion on the city wall quickly attracted the attention of the priest of the God of War, and the old chief priest walked to the city wall.

He looked at Viscount Berman outside the city for a moment and recognized this Viscount Berman.

Viscount Berman, who had a good fighting spirit, also saw the old priest at the first time. He shouted: "Master Priest, I am Berman. For the people in the city, open the city gate quickly!"

The master priest grabbed a temple warrior beside him and ordered loudly: "Shoot him to death!"

"He is no longer Berman. The real Viscount Berman has died in battle. This is a blasphemous undead resurrected by the invaders!"

The temple warrior pulled the bow without hesitation and shot the arrow at Berman.

But Berman reacted in time. He grabbed a knight's shield to block the bow and arrow, and then rode back.

Berman returned from the city cursing. Obviously, this surrender was not smooth.

In the legion of the undead, a senior undead commander waved his hand, and the attack officially began.

There are no powerful professionals in this city, only a few old and weak gold-level adventurers, who are the strongest.

However, under the attack of the undead, the city still fell at the fastest speed.

The old adventurer died on the city wall.

The gang leader who exuded the brilliance of humanity was also killed by a spear thrown by the dark warrior.

The whole city had completely fallen within half an hour after the undead launched the attack, and most of the time was spent on the soldiers walking from outside the city to inside the city.

All the defenders who dared to resist died on the city wall, and the rest basically surrendered.

After the undead and the servant army entered the city wall, all the residents were driven out of their homes and came to the center of the city.

In this huge square, all the living people in the city gathered here.

Viscount Berman walked up to the high platform again, and he looked at the old priest who was kneeling on the ground under the pressure of the warriors.

He knew this priest. The baptism of Viscount Berman after his birth was held by this priest.

So Viscount Berman finally walked up to the chief priest and said sincerely: "Master Chief Priest, the war has failed, even the incarnations of the gods have all fallen!"

"Surrender, as long as you betray your faith in the God of War, you can still live."

"Berman! You betrayer, you coward who surrendered to the invaders, I will watch you fall into purgatory in the kingdom of my Lord!"

The chief priest spit on Viscount Berman's boots.

Viscount Berman listened to the priest's curse and looked at the thick phlegm on his boots. He was stunned for a moment, and finally sighed and said:

"Master Priest, you did not experience the last terrible battle."

"You did not see the powerful archbishops, cardinals, and popes in the Church of the Gods being killed and falling from the sky with screams."

"You have never seen a whole legion of tens of thousands of temple warriors being crushed into fragments by the enemy's terrifying cavalry in front of me."

"You have never seen the gray-white fog in the sky, dyed into blood mist by blood!"

"You have never heard that countless lives died before my eyes."You don't know that the heavy fog enveloped the entire battlefield, and everyone was like a small isolated island in the tide. A weaker person couldn't even see the figures of his comrades a few battle positions away from him." "You don't know that the powerful gods died in battle, fell and exploded like falling stars. All gods will die, let alone us?" "Master High Priest, being alive... is actually much more important than faith..." Berman looked at the High Priest's eyes that were still glaring at him resolutely, and knew that he couldn't convince the High Priest. After a long sigh, he drew the long sword at his waist. He pointed the sharp blade at the High Priest's neck, and finally murmured: "Master High Priest, you baptized me when I was born, now... let me send you off for the last time. "

After that, the sword fell and beheaded the priest. His neck was cut off, leaving only a thin layer of skin to prevent the priest's body from being separated.

Then, Berman turned and looked at the residents of the city below the stage.

He said, "Do you want to live?!"

He pointed to a huge wooden board erected on the platform, on which a curse to the gods had been written in conspicuous ink. This was a curse for abandoning faith.

Berman said, "As long as you recite this passage in prayer to the gods you believe in, then... you can survive! "

The residents in the city looked at this wooden sign made of many pieces of wood and filled with characters.

Some devout believers cursed as soon as they saw these words.

Some believers looked at their families helplessly, and then looked at this huge wooden sign.

"God..."

"Such blasphemous words..."

The whole square was as noisy as a market, and many devout believers were indignant, their faces flushed, and they roared angrily.

They even roared at those hesitant believers, trying to make them firm in their faith.

Berman looked at all these people, he raised the long sword in his hand, and at the same time, the surrounding undead soldiers and servants also raised their weapons at this time.

The soul fire burned violently, and the fighting spirit was rising.

Berman's fighting spirit was rising, and the powerful power swept across the entire square. His cold voice rang throughout the square:

"Either betray... or... die!!!"