paranoianovel Chapter 804 Combat
Chapter 804 Combat
Chapter 804 Combat
New Basilicata, West Wall Battery.
The battle is in full swing but has not yet reached this side. However, it is obvious that this brief peace will not last long.
Edgar was a Sicilian immigrant, an unremarkable militia captain, who had previously spent some time as an indentured servant in the North.
There is no security, no salary, and even no food to eat.
He could only watch his wife enter the local pub and work as a call girl to make a living, and eventually leave with an Englishman who was said to be of high status without looking back. The last news he heard about her was that the Englishman got tired of her and sold her to the red-light district.
Later, Edgar finally got rid of his status as an indentured servant and joined the local Latino community gang, the so-called Mafia.
But the Mafia, which claims to be able to stand up for their fellow countrymen and stop them from being bullied by the locals, is not a charity organization. They imitate the wolf family associations in their hometown, but have no kinship as a bond. All the local fellow countrymen are just a resource in their hands.
Women sell their bodies, and men also sell their bodies, but in a different sense.
After being asked by the gang to kill a hostile element, he finally left the organization, and in order to escape the pursuit, he boarded a smuggling ship and came to Texas.
British North America, or America, has never been the paradise with gold everywhere as advertised by the British.
In other words, the paradise full of gold that the British talk about is built on the bodies of these immigrants, who have no identity and no personal rights.
They belong to the human mine, just like black slaves, or even cheaper than black slaves.
When he first arrived in Texas, he was skeptical when he heard people say that here, one could become rich and obtain citizenship just by working hard.
He had long been accustomed to seeing rather than hearing.
Not until his suspicions were confirmed one by one did he realize that there really was a paradise in this world for people like him.
Now someone wants to destroy it all, and he stands up without hesitation. He picks up the gun more firmly than when he was a mafia gang member to defend this hard-earned life.
Later...he felt that he fell in love.
It was an evening, and I was carrying a heavy ammunition box up thirty steps and nearly fell off the city wall.
It was the one wearing the fallow deer hood who looked like poetry, opera, etc. - all the elements that he had only heard of but never seen, but could be equated with beauty, could be used to describe her. She saved herself.
It is said that she is a princess from Germany.
A lowly person like him would not dare to have any extravagant hopes or desires for such a noble person. He just wanted Miss Viviana to remember him...even if it meant paying with his life.
Standing on the city wall, he couldn't help but steal glances at the woman in the black and white combat dress, imagining that when the crisis came, he would push her away regardless of everything and then reveal a free and easy smile.
Edgar, remember, before you die, you must smile more handsomely.
As he thought of this, a sweet smile appeared on his face.
Viviana did not notice the burning gazes in the crowd, because she had experienced too many such gazes since her debut, and she was fully able to distinguish which ones were dangerous and which ones could be ignored.
"Ms. Fulin is so decisive!"
She couldn't help but marvel at the mystery of the Blood Court, with all its bizarre spells. She felt that even if she were to deal with it in her prime, it would be difficult for her to win.
In addition, the combat wisdom shown by Fulin is also admirable.
Beside her, the tall female ghost general held a black shield with one hand, looking up calmly at the mighty Blood Tyrant in the sky above the city: "Fulin's talent is indeed good. If you can still make a move, the two of them can work together to clear these flying objects overhead."
This little vampire girl grew up to her current appearance almost under Prajna's nose.
The goal of the two is to protect Lavinia. Miss Judge is not under much pressure now. She just needs to assist Fringilla in the battle, so she still has the energy to speak.
"Lothar's condition is very poor. I tried before. Although he can barely maintain half-dragon transformation to fight, it seems that he has to endure a lot of pain. As for the true dragon transformation, it goes without saying. He has already made enough efforts for this war."
The judge frowned slightly, with an expression of heartache that she could not hide.
Ms. Prajna at the side couldn't help but frown slightly, and glanced at the Candle Knight beside her calmly. Seeing that she also looked worried, she couldn't help but sigh deeply. No matter how generous a person is, she would not think that it would be a pleasant thing to divide her man among five other women.
Unless that person is Jeanne.
If it was a mischievous person like Fulin, she would definitely say something like "The big-breasted guy's brain was burned when he was hung on the stake" or "He is a bit perverted".
"The enemy is coming!"
Prajna suddenly raised her tone and warned.
The next moment, two golden figures fell on the city wall like cannonballs. Golden holy light shone on their bodies, and they both wore a kite shield with the emblem of St. George slaying the dragon, but one held a spear and the other held a sword.
The two men both exuded an extraordinary aura, and their armors were shining brightly. Just by looking at them with the naked eye, one could tell that they were by no means comparable to ordinary paladins. After they climbed onto the city wall, their eyes were immediately fixed on the young lady judge behind the crowd.
Behind them, there were more than ten paladins, protecting the two spellcasters as they climbed the city wall.
The Royal Mage Corps has a large number of low-level spellcasters who have only undergone short-term training similar to that of a university, as well as many mid-level spellcasters who are talented and have undergone further studies and are considered to have completed postgraduate studies.
But this does not mean that those nobles who are of noble birth and already have high status will not master this power themselves. Just like the Hohenzollern family's secret art of light and shadow, these noble spellcasters more or less have one or two unique skills.
Many of them have undergone family-style spellcasting training since childhood and entered the Royal Spellcaster Academy for further study. What they have learned and practiced is by no means comparable to that of ordinary spellcasters.
Naturally, these elite figures cannot be used as cannon fodder. The spell systems they master are far more complete and powerful than those of medieval spellcasters. They are the pillars of a country.
The strength of these two spellcasters has obviously reached the top of high-level spellcasters. They are still a little short of Anna who has half a foot in the legend, but the systematic training they have received makes their combat effectiveness probably much better.
“It looks like a tough battle.”
The Candle Knight raised his sword slightly, and a candlestick slowly lit up on the sword. In the daytime, such a faint light was really inconspicuous, but the two spellcasters still noticed it immediately.
"Miss Viviana of the Hohenzollern family."
One of them took off his wizard hat and said politely, "It's a pity that we meet here, but if you don't give up your position and want us to kill the she-wolf behind you, we will have no choice but to kill you on this wall."
Prajna's expression was slightly cold: "It seems that they should have noticed Lavinia's power and want to cut off the source of the trouble."
She didn't think that she and Viviana alone could be a match for this team of elite British troops.
Viviana whispered, "I'll take care of the two spellcasters, and the rest is up to you."
This sentence is said lightly, but no one can ignore the power contained in it.
Lavinia reminded at the right time: "I will bless you two, but"
She knew very well that unless she completely ignored Fringilla who was still under tremendous pressure and used all her strength to bless Prajna and Lavinia, the two of them would never be a match for the enemy.
But can she do it?
Prajna nodded slightly: "I promise that Miss Nia will be safe and sound before I die."
Before she finished her words, all she could see in her sight was a white silhouette, the Candle Knight wearing a fallow deer hood, who single-handedly charged into the enemy's ranks.
The spellcaster who had just spoken looked gloomy. "She overestimates her own abilities. Martin, Wilson, stop her!"