At night, on top of Turis Castle, a group of knights shouted loudly.
"The Blood Red Duke has been beheaded!"
"The Blood Red Duke has been beheaded!"
"The Blood Red Duke has been beheaded!"
The Sea God Knights galloped around the castle on their horses. The flag bearer at the front held the Blood Red Duke's head high and encouraged the guards. When the guards in Turis Castle saw that the Blood Red Duke was dead, their morale soared.
Outside the castle, the vampires' army was gradually approaching the castle. When the vampires' army attacked, they did not beat the drums or make any loud noises. Everything seemed so quiet.
A huge army of zombies and skeletons silently approached Turis Castle. Strangely enough, this army was almost entirely made up of zombies and skeletons. Even the number of graveyard guards was very small.
The army of the dead gradually approached. The guards of the castle were still immersed in the joy of killing the Blood Red Duke and did not notice at all. Only a few soldiers took out their longbows and lit fire on the tips of the arrows. Then, they shot toward the opposite side of the river.
Whoosh! This was something that the guards had to do during the night defense. Every one or two minutes, a fire arrow would be shot from the castle walls to scout the nearby movements.
The fire arrow fell into the army of the dead and pierced through the shoulder of a zombie. The corpse oil was ignited and the zombie was immediately burned to ashes in the fire.
"Enemy attack!" Shrill shouts came from the castle. The human army immediately reacted quickly. They regrouped. The serfs and archers pulled their bows. The lance and swordsman infantry groups gathered together. Then, groups of ranger knights appeared.
The long standoff allowed the guards to react quickly. When the zombie army's ladders reached the castle walls, the guards in the castle were already fully prepared for battle.
A fierce battle was inevitable. However, after more than half an hour of intense battle, Bodrick and François felt strange. Even the serfs felt that something was wrong.
The attack of the vampires seemed fierce, but in fact, it was very weak. The large group of zombies and skeletons were indeed numerous, but after fighting for a while, the defenders found that the high-level soldiers had completely disappeared from the undead army. The powerful graveyard guards, undead knights, and bloodthirsty heavenly ghosts had all disappeared.
The only enemies left were the endless corpse tide and the skeleton army.
The strength of this army was so strong that even the serfs could suppress them. Necromancers had very weak control over zombies and skeletons. As long as they suffered any damage, these undead would immediately fall to the ground and lose control.
The more the serfs fought, the more confident they became. The more they fought, the higher their morale rose. They firmly contained the momentum of the undead army on the city walls and at the city gates. If Bodrick had not been worried about traps and strictly prohibited them from attacking, the serfs even felt that they could have driven these undead bastards to the bottom of the river to feed the fish.
"Fire!" Dugan the Dwarf Engineer roared. The heavy cannons fired, and a cannon shot flew out, creating a straight line in the middle of the undead army formation. Dozens of zombies were blown to smithereens.
No matter how one looked at it, the defenders had the upper hand. However, the undead were still maintaining their current tactic of adding fuel to the fire.
"The situation is very strange." In the inner castle, Bodrick and François watched the battle while surrounded by knights. Duke Bordero said strangely, "It's understandable that the Blood Knights, Bloodthirsty Heavenly Ghosts, and Bloodthirsty Batwolves are not involved in the battle. However, the vampires can't possibly not have any grave guards, right? I can lead the Sea God Knights and get rid of these bastards with a charge. "
"I don't know. The Red Duke is dead. I don't know who is commanding this undead army now. I can't tell if the other party has other arrangements or if it's a well-designed trap." François shook his head slightly.
Duke Winford was known as the enemy of the undead. Back then, the Necromancer Heinrich Kaimler was defeated by him. François knew very well that the vampires, who had lost the Blood Red Duke and their siege weapons, no longer had the conditions to take down the castle. Therefore, François's idea was to drag it out. By relying on the high walls and city defenses, the undead would definitely collapse first.
The war entered a stalemate. The battle on the city walls was very lively, but not tragic.
The night battle continued until dawn. After the first ray of light appeared on the horizon, the undead army began to collapse and retreat. When Bodrick appeared on the city walls, he saw an unbelievable scene.
The vampires' camp on the other side of the river was empty. All the troops had retreated, and the remaining undead bastards had been abandoned. They had lost control and turned into real corpses.
After a long night of fighting, the human defenders of the entire castle felt extremely exhausted. They no longer had the strength to chase after the vampires. Bodrick ordered the corpses to be burned and the battlefield cleaned up.
Laing also came. Bodrick, François, Laing, Julius, and the others looked at the vampires' camp that had already retreated and were silent for a long time.
Julius said with a serious expression, "It looks like … the vampires have retreated?"
"No … According to my understanding of the vampires, they don't seem to give up so easily. Even if they really intend to retreat, it won't be through this method." François was puzzled. "Generally speaking, if the vampires intend to retreat, they will simply fight with all their forces. If they really can't win, they will choose to use a large group of corpses and skeleton bastards to bring up the rear …"
Suddenly, François thought of something. He first looked up at the Red Duke's head hanging on the flag on the city wall, then looked at Laing, and then at the vampires' camp.
The Duke's expression changed greatly. "Oh no! The vampires are not retreating, this is a strategic change. They want revenge, revenge for the Red Duke! Laing, this is bad. The vampires' army must have brought people to your territory!!! "
François loved Suria very much. Realizing that his daughter was in danger, the Duke was even a little flustered. He opened his mouth for a long time and looked anxious. "They must have set off overnight. Damn it, your territory is now empty. We may not be able to catch up with the undead."
"Quick! Gather the knights and immediately chase after them. You helped me before, now it's my turn to help you! " Duke Poldero immediately realized that something was wrong. He immediately said to his deputy, Sir Houlf, "Gather all the knights immediately. We will force our way to catch up with the vampires' army!"
"No need." Laing waved his hand, indicating that there was no need.
"Why?" Julius, who was worried about his sister, was the first to ask in confusion.
"Let them be." Laing showed a meaningful expression. "They can't reach my territory."
"Never, ever, can't reach, and never, ever, can't come back."
… …
It was the afternoon of the second day.
Inside the Chalon Forest, in the valley between the trees, the banquet in the open-air courtyard was still going on. The golden tuna steak, delicious butter beer, and fresh broccoli. These dishes were common in the old world, but they were rare delicacies for the Emperor and Kirriman. The Emperor even said that he had not tasted real beef for 20,000 years.
The open space in the open-air courtyard was filled with all kinds of food remains. It was like a few griffins had passed through.
Sunlight shone through the forest and shone on the wooden table. The Emperor, Kirriman, and Angren were discussing something.
"You said you trusted us, so you gave the big expedition to us. You said you wanted to return to Tara and continue your plan. When we asked you what your plan was, you did not trust us. So, you did not say anything. Instead, you used the so-called truth of the Empire to lie to us." Angren took a big gulp of butter beer and kept complaining. "Father, you should be responsible for Horus' fall and betrayal."
Kirriman's hands were shaking. The ultimate warrior geno prototype was the current regent of the Empire. He looked at his father with anticipation and fear, waiting for his answer.
The Emperor's face was as cold as the eternal frozen ground of the far north, but he still spoke.
After being silent for a while, the Emperor spoke. "The geno prototypes were created by me to be my assistants and subordinates. The reason I created you guys was because I could not do too many things at once. I wanted someone to help me."
Kirriman and Angren nodded to show they understood. All the geno prototypes agreed on this.
"But as you know, something unexpected happened. When I created you guys, I used subspace powers. That allowed the four Gods of Chaos to find out about my plan. After you guys were created, the four Gods of Chaos created a scary subspace storm. They took you all away." The Emperor picked up his coffee cup and added some milk and sugar. He went on to say, "That was one of the reasons I started the big expedition. You guys are my children. You are my proudest work. I have to find you guys."
"After the big expedition, I found you guys, who were all grown up. But many of the geno prototypes were corrupted when they were taken away by the subspace storm. For example, Angren. I tried many ways to remove the Butcher Nail from your body, but in the end, my royal doctor told me that unless I killed you, I could not remove the Butcher Nail from your body." The Emperor's face changed. "You became a madman. A complete madman. But I could not kill you. I thought I would find another way. Many geno prototypes were like that."
Angren and Kirriman looked sad. It had happened, and many years had passed.
"What about Horus? Of all of us, you trusted him the most. You liked him the most. You even made him a general, but he betrayed you. He led half of the army to betray you. "
"Horus was the one I cared about the most. He was the one who had the most hope of inheriting my will." The Emperor recalled the heroic duel back then, and a trace of pain flashed across his face. "But in the end, he still couldn't understand my painstaking efforts. Because at that time, the Four Gods of Chaos personally took action and twisted his entire mind. As for me, I still had the illusion that Horus didn't betray me from a certain perspective, but he couldn't resist the full power of the Four Gods of Chaos."
"I led the World Eater army and was the first to join Horus' team." Angren laughed at himself. "At the time, I was crazy. I only wanted to satisfy my desire for blood and revenge."
Robotte Kirriman thought about more things.
The Imperial Emperor's generosity in telling his son the truth had allowed him to gain a deeper understanding. Previously, he had always felt that his father had treated the Originals as tools, not subordinates, but tools, just like the files in the hands of a craftsman.
"It's not that you don't trust us at all. You only have a limited amount of trust in us. That's why you can leave us behind and go back to Terra to fix the net tunnel, but you don't want to reveal the secret of the net tunnel. The only person you can completely trust is Mageweaver Macado, your close comrade." Kirriman's words hit the nail on the head.
"That's because it turned out that you were all unreliable. The only one who was truly reliable was Macado, my friend, my closest comrade, and my most trusted servant." The Emperor's words also hit the nail on the head. "The result proved that I was right. Half of the prototypes chose to betray me. The other half might be trustworthy after the test, but it was too late."
Kirriman and Angren both looked at Fulgen, who was locked in the machine. The Great Sage of the Automaton Faith, Cole, was adjusting the machine. Kirriman felt that Cole must be eavesdropping on their conversation.
This kind of conversation made the two prototypes feel relaxed. They felt like they were speaking openly, which made them feel very comfortable. They really felt like father and son.
"Now that Fulgen is back, who's next? Father. "Kirriman did not want to talk about this anymore.
"Vulcan is wandering outside the Milky Way. He has received my order to return. I have found Clarkson and he is now receiving treatment in Terra." The Emperor's face returned to its expressionless face. "He killed his way into the Eye of Fear alone. Fortunately, he was not completely dead when I found him."
"Some idiot who doesn't like to follow the rules of the road has been wandering in Black Aida's network for ten thousand years without finding the exit. If he wants to return, he has to wait for us to fix the network. Duane's whereabouts are unknown. I don't know where he went, but he should still be alive."
"What about Ruth?" Kirriman was most concerned about the whereabouts of his brothers. When he heard Ruth's name, Angren turned his head away with some disdain and awkwardness. He turned his head to eat his half roasted chicken.
"Rus is here …" Before the Emperor could say anything else, an Imperial Guard came to the Emperor's side and said, "Your Majesty, there's an undead army of tens of thousands coming here. Based on their current speed, they'll be here in two hours."
“？？？” The Emperor frowned and looked at Angren. "Didn't Laing go to the frontlines to fight against the vampires?"
"Heh, my stupid little brother, it's obvious that he messed up. It seems that it's time for me, his big brother, to step in, heh heh heh." An Gelang chuckled nonchalantly with an eager look on his face.
Kirriman thought that no matter how he looked at it, Angren could not wait to show off his skills.
"It seems that someone doesn't want us to continue this conference and banquet." The Emperor stood up. Almost instinctively, Kirriman and Angren stood up at the same time.
"Let's go. Let's solve the problem. Angren, didn't you always want to have the opportunity to fight side by side with me?" The Emperor's sword was burning with golden flames as he unsheathed it.
"Of course, father."
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