The hall was silent. Only the pitter-patter of the heavy rain could be heard.
Sandro secretly glanced at the young man beside him. In this quiet atmosphere, he felt inexplicably restrained. After thinking for a moment, he hesitantly and carefully asked, "Young Master, do you think we can get through this?"
Dean slowly said: "The Mellon consortium is the one that will have a hard time."
Sander was startled as he looked at Dean's face. He was at a loss.
After a moment, the heavy rain stopped and the rain weakened.
A team of Knights of Light came down from outside the castle. The captain of the Knights of Light was a blonde youth. He saluted as he saw Dean: "Architect, the situation outside has been chaotic recently. We have been ordered to protect your safety in case of mob attacks."
There was a trace of surprise in Dean's heart, but he was relieved, "Thank you for your hard work.
Sander was pleasantly surprised as he heard the words of the Knights of Light. He knew that it meant that the Temple hadn't given up on Dean. There was still hope for them to get through this crisis.
Dean settled the team of Knights of Light into the castle. He asked the servants to prepare the carriage for him. He looked at Sander: "I'm going to the Knight's Hall. If Gwyneth and Sergei send back the report then you can send a letter to the Knight's Hall."
"Are you going to the Knight's Hall?" Sander was surprised: "Why are you going there? Do you have backup in the Knight's Hall?"
Dean shook his head but didn't answer. He ordered the coachman to set off after the carriage was ready.
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In front of the golden wall.
Roar!
The murderous aura filled the sky.
The Barbarian Army had already arrived at the city. The huge army was lined up in front of the high wall. Among these Barbarians, there were actually primitive catapults. Giant rocks were shot onto the huge wall, causing great damage.
Auburn's face turned ugly as he saw the scene: "Those idiots from the intelligence department couldn't detect anything with so many catapults. Damn it!" He clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with anger. As the commander-in-chief of the guards, the responsibility on his shoulders was heavy, and the pressure on his heart was immense. Although he could predict that these savages would attack during the storm, it did not mean that he had a way to deal with it.
However, he didn't expect these barbarians to be more difficult to deal with than he thought. When he attacked the Fort Knight King, he didn't see such siege weapons. Moreover, he realized that he had greatly underestimated these barbarians. In terms of equipment, the barbarians were not inferior to the regular elite army.
Boom!
In the distance, a huge tremor suddenly came from a city wall.
An eight-meter-tall giant frog suddenly jumped onto the golden wall. Its huge body immediately crushed a large number of soldiers. The soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were crushed into a puddle of blood before they could even scream.
Auburn's face changed. He grabbed a microphone in front of him and shouted: "Reggie, send the heavy armored soldiers to block the giant frog. Let the Purple Feather Army attack and kill it quickly!" His voice was transmitted through the pipe behind the microphone to a huge loudspeaker in another place.
Not far from the loudspeaker, a burly man wearing a general's armor heard this, and his expression changed, as he hurriedly roared, "Heavy armored soldiers, attack!!"
"General, it's not good!" At this time, an adjutant ran in front of Auburn: "Kobe cannons number 7, 9, 10, 23 and 34 are all out of fire. The rain is too heavy so the replacement cannons can't be ignited."
"Bastard!" Auburn's eyebrows furrowed as he gritted his teeth to suppress his anger: "Let the Purple Feather Army take their place! No matter what, we must block the gap!"
"Yes." The adjutant ran away in a hurry.
"Waste of the logistics department! Damn it! Damn it!" Auburn slammed his hand on the city wall, his face was full of anger. In order to prevent the barbarians from attacking, he deliberately made another batch of holy artillery overnight. His purpose was to replace them when the fire went out. But he didn't expect that the holy artillery would be withdrawn from the battlefield before the war was over. Once the holy artillery was gone, the total output of the city defense would drop by more than 50%. It would be difficult to stop the barbarians' fierce attack by relying on archers and giant stone tools.
The rain was still falling.
In front of the golden wall, blood and rain mixed and dyed the earth red.
The savages rushed to the bottom of the wall ferociously, but they were turned into hedgehogs by countless arrows. Wave after wave of savages stepped on the dead bodies of their companions and climbed up the wall. Their ferocious fighting spirit frightened the soldiers on the wall. For the first time, they felt the terror of these savages that they had banished to the barbarian radiation zone.
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Dean arrived in front of the Knight's Hall by carriage. There were very few vehicles on the street. There were no passers-by. There was a sense of isolation and tranquility.
The carriage stopped. Dean got off the carriage and came to the front of the Knight's Hall.
One of the guards recognized Dean: "You … Are you architect Dean?"
Dean nodded: "I want to become a knight and participate in the knight assessment. Please help me pass the message."
"Become a knight?" The two guards were stunned. A senior architect wanted to become a knight?
Dean was introduced into the Knight's Hall after a moment.
The Hall of Knights was an enormous organization with an ancient history. It was on par with the Radiant Church and the Magistrate's Court of Trials. The Hall of Knights was an extremely powerful organization, and its spirit of chivalry was deeply ingrained in the hearts of the populace. Combined with the number of knights the Hall of Knights had sent to the Magistrate and the Radiant Church, the Hall of Knights had become the only organization that no other organization dared to offend.
After entering the Hall of Knights, one would have to pass through a long corridor of knights. On both sides of the corridor, there were huge sculptures of the Hall of Knights, each of which was about ten meters tall. These sculptures were engraved with the most outstanding knights of the Hall of Knights. These knights were either holding long spears, looking incomparably proud, or holding giant swords, smiling with their heads lowered, or holding a blade with one hand, looking domineering and majestic.
Dean looked at them as he walked.
There were biographies and outstanding achievements of the knights under the sculptures.
"Mr Dean, this way please." The guard said to Dean as he came to the end of the corridor.
Dean nodded and followed the guard.
The huge golden door of the Knight's Hall slowly opened in front of him.
Dean sat down in front of a tea table in the Knight's Hall. He looked at the ancient hall which had stood for hundreds of years. After a moment an old man in blue robe came in front of Dean. He looked at Dean's face and said in a respectful tone: "Dean. It's raining heavily outside but you have come to visit the Hall. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Dean got up and smiled: "My childhood dream was to become a brave knight. I came here to see if I'm qualified to be a knight."
The blue-robed old man had previously heard about this matter from the attendant, so he wasn't surprised. He frowned and slowly said: "Envoy Du, you are an Apostle of the Temple. You serve the Light God and spread the universal love of the Light God. Why waste God's love to be a knight?"
"Knights serve justice, fairness and justice! Isn't that what the God of Light wants us to learn? So I don't think it's impulsive. "Dean smiled.
The old man looked at him: "Well, the Knight's Hall won't refuse anyone to participate in the assessment. It doesn't matter if you are poor or noble, disabled or healthy. As long as you have the spirit of the knight then you will become a member of the Knight's Hall. Once you join, you will have to serve the spirit of the knight for life. You can't violate it. Otherwise you will be wanted by the Knight's Hall!"
Dean replied in a serious tone: "I am willing to defend the spirit of the knight for life. I will never do anything that violates the spirit of the knight!"
The old man looked at him: "Well, come with me. I want to see if you have the spirit of the knight."
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