Under the onslaught of two war chariots, five ballistae, and three catapults, nearly a hundred bandits were eternally trapped on the road.
Fass' crazed roars rang out incessantly as smoke billowed on the battlefield, "Mages, push the mages on the wooden towers over! Fire our ballistae, hurry up!"
Following Fass' deafening shouts, the bandits beneath the wooden towers pushed the towers towards Brettel City. The ballistae that the bandits had brought themselves were quickly pushed forward from the rear. Every ballista had several bandits wielding iron shields in front of it to clear the way.
The war chariots were still spitting out tongues of flame, while the catapults shot high into the air, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. However, when they landed, an earth-shattering rumble rang out, followed by a spray of blood and severed limbs. Six ballista bolts were like cold, life-reaping blades of light as they whizzed through the air, reaping the lives of the bandits.
The road five hundred meters in front of Brettel City had completely turned into hell on earth. The bandits that rushed over were bombarded by the fierce firepower on the city walls. There was absolutely no chance of survival if they were hit by the bullets.
"Scatter! Scatter! You damned idiots! How many times have I told you!" Fass's shouts were somewhat hysterical, but unfortunately, the rumbling of the war chariots had drowned them out. The only bandits who could hear him were the row of bandits at the back.
The Greenfire Bandits had a total of six thousand people. Fass hadn't sent in all of his troops at once. The bandits that had rushed to Brettel City earlier weren't the true elites of the Greenfire Bandits.
Fass had only had a thousand or so trusted subordinates when he'd left Narsen Duchy. His numbers had slowly increased to their current size as he'd plundered more and more. The subordinates that had rushed to Brettel City earlier had all joined later. Fass wasn't very satisfied with their strength, and they were also the weakest among the Greenfire Bandits.
This was the case in every siege. The first to be sent into battle were usually cannon fodder. In Fass's mind, these two thousand subordinates were also cannon fodder. As long as they had enough gold coins, they wouldn't have to worry about not being able to recruit subordinates in this war-torn land of the seven grand duchies. According to Fass' calculations, these two thousand people should be enough to take down Brettel City.
What caused Fass to be taken aback was Brettel City's defensive capabilities. He'd originally thought that they'd be bombarded by magic crystal cannons, but he hadn't expected to see any. Instead, he'd discovered some other defensive equipment. These specialized defensive equipment were the most classic of tools. Once they were mounted on the city walls and fired from a high vantage point, all of them were life-reaping machines.
Amidst the deafening explosions, the two thousand bandits approached Brettel City step by step under the barrage of cannons and crossbow bolts. After paying the price of another four hundred lives, a large number of bandits had already approached the city walls. There were even wooden ladders that had been erected amidst the heavy cannon fire.
"Hurry up. Fill the crossbows with arrows and fill the chariot with gunpowder." Han Shuo's expression was indifferent, but his speech speed was extremely fast. He directed the soldiers beside him to fill the siege equipment as quickly as possible.
These soldiers hadn't been exposed to chariots and ballistae for long. Under Faulke's guidance, they'd trained day and night for a few days before grasping the use of chariots, ballistae, and catapults. However, they weren't skilled experts, especially on this bloody battlefield where the sounds of war were unceasing. The speed at which they operated the chariots was somewhat affected.
Crack crack … crack crack …
A strange sound suddenly came from the side. Han Shuo looked around in confusion, suddenly noticing that Little Fatty Jack's lips were trembling. It was the sound of his teeth chattering.
Little Fatty Jack stood beside Han Shuo, gazing at the bloody battlefield in the distance. He looked at the mangled human heads that had been smashed into meat paste by boulders, the severed limbs that had been blown away by the chariots, and the bandits that had been sent flying by the impact of the crossbow bolts. Little Fatty Jack couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Wuuu, it's too scary!" Little Fatty Jack's voice was a bit choked with sobs. His two small eyes were completely red as he trembled unconsciously. He'd sunk into a strange state of helplessness.
"Get ready, pour the kerosene!" Han Shuo glanced at Jack and didn't say anything when he saw that the latter was right beside him. Instead, he shouted to the soldiers around him.
Before the battle had started, Han Shuo already knew that Little Fatty Jack, who had never experienced such a scene before, would definitely be horrified by the cruelty of war. His expression of fear was within Han Shuo's expectations, so Han Shuo wasn't the least bit surprised.
The Demonslayer Edge suddenly shot out from Han Shuo's neck into the sky under the scorching sun. In a place where no one could see, the souls of the bandits were pulled into the Demonslayer Edge that was filled with unceasing ghastly wails, absorbing the soul energy bit by bit.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Finally, the bandits' ballistae were also released. Under the high-speed charge, the ballista bolts flew towards the city walls of Brettel City. More than ten people were immediately killed by the soldiers who were frantically operating the war chariots and catapults, as well as the soldiers who had raised their bows and arrows to shoot down.
One of the ballista bolts whistled menacingly towards Little Fatty Jack, who was standing on the city wall and looking at the tragic scene below. Jack was already scared out of his wits when he heard the ear-piercing whistling sound. He immediately cried out involuntarily, "Brian, save me!"
Han Shuo extended his left hand. Bloody light shot out from his five fingers, as if sharp claws had suddenly sprouted. The ballista bolt that was still ten meters away from Jack was stirred up by the bloody light from Han Shuo's five fingers. It exploded into sawdust and fell to the ground.
"Stand back, don't get too close to the city walls!" Han Shuo shouted softly and waved his right hand. The shield of a soldier who had just died suddenly fell in front of Jack, blocking the majority of Jack's fat body.
Creaking sounds fell into Han Shuo's ears as a long, drawn-out magical chant sounded at the same time. Magical pulses, both strong and weak, gradually converged in the distance as several mages slowly approached the tower under the protection of the bandits' shields. They finally began chanting the magical incantations of their respective elements.
"I've been waiting for you guys to come!" Han Shuo snorted coldly. With a thought, a bloody light fell from the ninth heaven.
Under Han Shuo's control, the Demonslayer Edge deployed the "Bloody Dagger of Ten Thousand Cuts". The Demonslayer Edge, a bit longer than a dagger, spun at high speed without any pattern as it descended. Every time the Demonslayer Edge spun, it would shoot out a blade-like bloody light.
As it descended, the Demonslayer Edge gradually disappeared from sight due to its high speed of rotation. Instead, streaks of bloody light that resembled daggers slowly manifested magnificently. It was like a ball of daggers formed from thousands of daggers dancing in the air. Bloody light radiated in all directions as it fell towards the mages on the wooden tower below.
As the Demonslayer Edge spun at high speed, streaks of cold, sharp bloody light continuously shot out. These bloody lights crisscrossed together and also spun at high speed, passing through each other without any hindrance.
From afar, it looked like a small sun the size of a millstone. However, this sun was covered with sharp blood-red barbs. When this millstone-sized, blood-red ball of light fell, it gradually rotated faster and faster. Waves of strong killing intent and the pungent smell of blood assaulted the nostrils. Even before it completely fell, it was already enough to shock people's minds.
The dazzling, blood-red ball of light fell from the sky into the center of the sorcerers on top of the wooden tower. All the iron shields, barriers, and all kinds of defenses that the sorcerers had set up were instantly shattered by the rotating blood-red light. The fragile bodies of the sorcerers and the shining armors of the bandits flew in the air amidst the creaking sounds of flesh and silver light.
No one on the wooden tower could do anything. When the Demonslayer Edge, powered by Han Shuo's demonic art, "Bloody Blade of Ten Thousand Slashes", transformed into ten thousand streaks of bloody light, everyone on the wooden tower, the wooden frame, and the iron shields were all pulverized. In the blink of an eye, the bandit mage squad that Fass had spent a great deal of money to build became minced meat in a meat grinder. Blood splattered in all directions.
The "Bloody Blade of Ten Thousand Slashes", which had been infused with thirty percent of the demonic yuan, didn't stop even after the wooden tower and the mages were pulverized. It was like an enormous, spinning, blood-red cactus that flew into the midst of the bandits protecting the wooden tower. The "Bloody Blade of Ten Thousand Slashes" activated by the Demonslayer Edge truly set off a rain of blood wherever it passed. Everything in its path, whether it was people, ballistae, or sturdy shields, was destroyed.
Bewitching red blood rained down like a fine rain. After the Demonslayer Edge circled around, not a single one of the hundred bandits was left intact. There wasn't even a piece of flesh larger than an ear. The Demonslayer Edge, which could even crush iron shields, had also pulverized their bones.
"Damn it, where's the wooden tower? Where are the mages?" Fass had focused all of his attention on Brettel City in the beginning and hadn't paid close attention to the changes on the wooden tower. When the bloody ball of light shot out, Fass suddenly noticed that the wooden tower he'd just erected had disappeared. He asked with some confusion.
"Dead, they're all dead! That thing, it's all because of that thing! " Next to Fass, a dutiful bandit pointed at the ball of blood that was still wantonly grinding everything in its path as he screamed. His scream was filled with intense fear.
Amidst this scream that was mixed with fear, even more screams rang out at the same time. The bandits that were approached by the flying balls of blood all scrambled to avoid them, but every bandit that was touched by the balls of blood instantly turned into a rain of blood mixed with broken bones. Not a single one was lucky enough to escape.
"Attack that thing, attack it!" Fass' heart was also filled with fear as he hastily roared at the bandits beside him.
Dozens of sharp axes were suddenly flung out, shooting straight towards the Demonslayer Edge that was still spinning at high speed. Just as the sharp axes were about to reach the Demonslayer Edge, the Demonslayer Edge that had been activated by the "Blood Blade of Ten Thousand Radiance" suddenly flew high into the sky due to the depletion of magical yuan. It was like a star of death that had unintentionally fallen, returning to the vast starry sky after completing its mission.
"What the hell is that thing? That damned necromancer, it must be an undead monster he created using necromancy magic. Everyone, don't be afraid, continue to attack! Look, they can't hold on much longer! "Humans were always more afraid of the unknown, and Fass was no exception.
When he saw the speck of bloody light shoot into the sky and disappear, his tense heart suddenly relaxed. He then roared at the other terrified bandits as if to comfort himself.
Just as Fass had said, although the Demonslayer Edge had disrupted the magi's magical attacks, the bandits had too much of an advantage in terms of numbers. Using the wooden ladders and iron chains, they gradually began to climb up Brettel City's wide city walls.
There were only three hundred soldiers defending Brettel City. Over twenty of them had died in this short period of time, all of them killed by the ballistae below. The remaining two hundred or so soldiers had already used up too much of their physical strength in the process of continuously moving boulders to fill the catapults and installing ballistae. A hundred soldiers who'd been moving boulders were now completely exhausted, lying paralyzed on the ground, panting heavily.
The soldiers who'd managed to pour kerosene onto the city walls were also panting heavily, looking like they didn't have much physical strength left. However, there were still twelve hundred bandits left. Four to five hundred of them had already rushed to the bottom of the city walls, attempting to climb up Brettel City using wooden ladders and iron chains.
"My Lord, we really don't have enough manpower!" A squad leader was on the verge of tears as he looked at the ferociously climbing bandits. "What do we do, what do we do?"
"Light the fire first. We won't lose as long as I'm alive. What are you worried about?" Han Shuo coldly snorted.
"Light the fire, light the fire, burn these bastards to death!" The squad leader howled loudly. The soldiers, who'd been waiting for a long time, fiercely threw the burning torches in their hands into the oil-doused city walls.
"Boom …"
A raging fire instantly ignited the city walls that had been doused with kerosene. Some of the bandits who hadn't been able to retreat in time died miserably amidst the flames.
There were also some bandits who'd quickly jumped down when the soldiers' torches were about to fall. The more experienced bandits at the bottom would even move the wooden ladders away from the city walls, slowly lowering the bandits who'd been lying on them.
However, the soldiers who'd put down the torches immediately raised the bows in their hands, specifically aiming at these bandits. After a few volleys of arrows rained down, the dead bandits couldn't continue to take care of the wooden ladders and would often fall to their deaths.
The kerosene reserves were limited, and Brettel City's city walls were too wide. There were still many places that couldn't be taken care of. A group of bandits was about to climb up the city walls through the wooden ladders.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Han Shuo finally took out the skeletal staff and chanted a bone spear spell. The bandits who'd wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to climb up the city walls were all sent flying by the bone spears. Dozens of them were instantly pierced to death.
The bandits below the city walls also raised their crossbows and shot upwards. Once the three to four hundred bandits stabilized their shooting, the Brettel City soldiers who'd peeked their heads out didn't have it easy either. Several careless ones were shot to death. This was only because Han Shuo had taken action to defend himself. Otherwise, there would've been even more casualties.
"My Lord, isn't it time?" Another squad leader had seen Han Shuo summon the undead army with his own eyes last time. His expression could still be considered calm, but now that his comrades were gradually losing ground, he finally spoke to Han Shuo.
At this time, the Greenfire Mercenary Corps was still using the two thousand bandits that'd rushed over at the beginning. However, due to the kerosene burning, another portion of them had died. In addition to the dozens of soldiers who still had strength left to continue shooting arrows from the chariots, another two hundred bandits who hadn't reached the city walls had died.
Now, only eight hundred of the two thousand bandits were left. Six hundred of them had made it to the city walls. The goblin gunpowder for the chariots on the city walls had already been used up, and there were only a hundred or so crossbow arrows left. The boulders that'd taken a great deal of effort to carry up had long since been used up. There were less than fifty soldiers in Brettel City who could still stand.
If Han Shuo didn't make a move now, it was likely that Brettel City's city gates would really be breached. Therefore, looking at the excited and crazed bandits who'd finally made it to the city walls, Han Shuo nodded and calmly said, "It is indeed time!"
Licking his lips, the leader of the Greenfire Bandits, Fass, looked at the exhausted Brettel City defenses in front of him and laughed cruelly, "Young city lord, you will pay a painful price for your arrogance. I will skin you alive, pull out your bones, and torture you until you wish you were dead."
"Leader, he's also a necromancer. You have to be careful!" A bandit next to him suddenly remembered the rumors about Han Shuo and hastily reminded Fass.
"Haha, a necromancer. A necromancer who can only summon useless skeletons, what use can he have in a battle like this?" Fass turned his head and said to the bandit, "Add another thousand men and charge over. Let's take down Brettel City in one go."
Under Fass' orders, the bandit leader waved his large hand and said, "Tuku, you guys charge over and flatten this damned Brettel City!"
As the leader of a thousand-man brigade, Tuku used to be Fass' personal bodyguard. This thousand-man brigade wasn't like the two thousand people who'd just charged forward as cannon fodder. The thousand-man bandit brigade led by Tuku had sharper and sturdier weapons. In addition, five hundred of them rode valiant warhorses. The warhorses were also protected by armor. They were clearly a regular knight squad.
With a flick of Tuku's spear, the thousand-strong bandit squad charged towards the corpses strewn all over Brettel City. Among them were five hundred bandit knights on valiant warhorses, quickly arriving at the base of the city walls like the wind. The exhausted Brettel City soldiers only managed to shoot a few dozen scattered arrows in the process, completely unable to cause any damage to these fully-armored knights and warhorses.
"Heh heh, they really can't hold on any longer. I knew it!" Fass sneered in a low voice, as if he could already see the dawn of victory. He'd even started thinking about how to slowly torture Han Shuo after capturing him.
"Eh? Where's the sun? Where's the sun?" The bandit knights had just reached the city walls when they suddenly felt the sky darken. It was just past noon, still a long way from nightfall. How could the sky have darkened so quickly?
They raised their heads to look at the sky. Green-black clouds had floated over from who knew where, covering the previously clear sky. Not a single ray of sunlight was able to penetrate the dark clouds and land on the battlefield. The appearance of these dark clouds was strange, giving the bandits an ominous premonition.
"Don't make a fuss about nothing. The weather here is just like this. It looks like it's going to rain soon. If it rains, the kerosene will lose its effect. We're practically blessed by the gods, we can take advantage of this opportunity to kill them all. " Captain Tuku carelessly comforted his subordinates. He pointed at the first group of bandits frantically climbing the city walls and shouted, "Hurry up, kill all those cowardly soldiers!"
"You talk too much nonsense!" Han Shuo had finally finished his lengthy incantation. He waved the skeletal staff in his hand, sending out a faint gray mist. This gray mist carried a thick aura of death as it slowly drifted towards Brettel City.
There was a desolate and gloomy smell in the air. The gray mist floated in spirals, gradually spreading towards the center of the corpses strewn all over the battlefield. Several crows that smelled the scent of corpses were blown away by the gray mist. They all flapped their wings and flew far away, as if there was something terrifying within the gray mist.
"This damned weather, not only are there dark clouds, but there's also a gray mist. It looks like it's really going to rain. Hurry up, hurry up! Eh, there's one up there! Ha! " Tuku raised his head to look at the city walls and shouted in pleasant surprise, as if trying to motivate even more bandits.
With a crunching sound, the bandit that had finally managed to rush up had his neck snapped by Han Shuo. He tossed his body down to the bandits below like he was throwing trash.
"Boom …"
The corpse of the bandit who had been the first to climb up the city wall and had his neck snapped made a loud noise when he landed among the bandits, scaring the bandits who had been about to recklessly charge forward.
Suddenly, an even more frightening thing happened right before their eyes!
The fingers of the bandit whose neck had been snapped twitched when the gray mist blew at him. Then, the bandit whose head had been twisted to his back actually slowly stood up. His lifeless eyes were now a deathly pale gray. His movements were a bit stiff as he casually stabbed a living bandit to death with the dagger in his hand.
The surrounding bandits suddenly screamed as if they'd seen a ghost in broad daylight. These bandits were scared out of their wits when they saw this illogical turn of events. Fear caused them to instinctively retreat.
At the same time, more screams erupted from the mouths of the bandits like a contagious disease. Seeing their dead brothers stand up again with their lifeless, grayish-white eyes, brandishing their weapons and charging at them mercilessly, the bandits screamed in horror.
"This, this, this is the legendary lost necromancy magic, 'Corpse Resurrection'. Heavens, this damned evil necromancer, how could he have mastered it?!" Fass of the Greenfire Bandits had actually heard of this ancient legend. When he saw the corpses stand up again, his scalp went numb as he cried out in alarm.
More and more corpses stood up as Fass cried out in alarm. Based on their last bit of reluctance to part ways with their lives, they began to mercilessly attack anyone who was still alive. They would never know if the person they were attacking was their close comrade who had been drinking, chatting, and visiting prostitutes with them last night.
The panic caused by the corpse resurrection instantly spread among the bandits besieging the city. At this moment, the terrified bandits had no intention of continuing to attack the city. Their only thought was to leave this evil place as soon as possible. Some bandits whose hands were stained with blood actually started to chant the Church of Light's holy hymns, as if they thought this would purify the dark energy around them.
Unfortunately, the God Of Light would never extend an olive branch to these fellows who had no faith. When a zombie used its weapon to stab through the body of a chanting bandit, all the other bandits who were still chanting immediately stopped their meaningless actions and turned tail to run.
"Trying to run? It won't be that easy! " Han Shuo, who was grinning maliciously from atop the city wall, looked like a demon that had descended upon the earth. He floated in the air and waved the skeletal staff in his hand, creating acidic swamps that filled the path between Fass and the bandits.
"Shoot him to death, shoot him to death for me!" Fass suppressed the fear in his heart as he pointed at Han Shuo and roared crazily. He also took out a priceless giant crossbow, aimed at Han Shuo, and fired an arrow.
"Poor Fass. I told you, so what if I tricked you? Look at how many gold coins you left me. Haha, the ground is covered in armor and weapons. Who knows, there might even be some gold coins on those bandits who died. Tell me, how should I thank you? " Han Shuo was all smiles as he looked at Fass. He raised his empty right hand, and a ball of gorgeous red light fell into his palm from the heavens. Another "Bloody Radiance of Ten Thousand Cuts" was slowly taking shape.
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