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Volume Two: Demonic Invasion Chapter 218: Sanity

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    When the messenger arrived at Krislin Manor, he was already stunned. He originally knew that Krislin Castle might become the target of the "Thunder Beast IV" However, he was faced with a ruined wall and corpses everywhere.  , it was really hard for him to imagine that this place was once a magnificent manor.

    He licked his lips, wondering if there was anyone alive here.  Some of the corpses on the ground were killed by bombs, and some suffered sword wounds. It was obvious that a large-scale fight had occurred here.  In order to ensure his own safety, the messenger drew his sword.

    "Maybe there is no need to come here anymore." He said to himself. The corpses on the ground and the dark night were really unsettling. "I maybe I should go back to the City Lord's Mansion and talk about the bad situation here."

    "Is there anyone there?" The ordering soldier couldn't bear the silence here, so he shouted loudly.

    "Here." A rough voice came out.  The messenger seemed to see hope of survival and immediately galloped toward the place where the sound came from. He turned over and dismounted and found that the opponent was buried under two collapsed rocks.

    "Don't worry, brother, I'll be here right away." The messenger was an enthusiastic young man. He used his sword to pry up the smaller stone, and then moved away a larger one.  After making sure that the other person was not hurt, he moved the other piece away.  After doing these things, he was out of breath.  The messenger took off the water bag from his belt and handed it to the person who was pinned down. "Please drink some. I want to know what happened here Oh, if I had known better, I would have called the others with me. Are you okay?"  Bar."

    "It's not bad." Jess stood up from the ground and drank a little water. When the crisis broke out, he successfully escaped the bombardment of energy waves. In fact, their target was the tall and sturdy Krislin Castle.  , instead of the outer lawn of the manor. Even so, two stones still hit Jessdown, and he happened to fall down, so he was buried. "Thank you, we still have many people buried there.  Next, can you help me?"

    Jestang didn¡¯t want to hesitate for a moment and shouted loudly, hoping to get a response.  He didn't want his comrades to be stoned to death or torn apart by waves of arcane energy.  The mage's hands were shaking all the time. He picked up the staff that had been broken into three parts. With sporadic hope, he shouted with all his strength. A little response could awaken the confidence deep in his heart.

    "Is there anyone there?" the ordering soldier also shouted.

    A sparse response sounded in the manor, and the messenger and Jestang went to rescue separately.  A few minutes later, most of the living people had been rescued, and many of them were originally unconscious and were awakened by the shouts.  Among them, there are those from the Krislin family and those from Larov's side.  The most fortunate thing is that Larov is also among the rescued people.  What made Jestang feel depressed was that Claudette was also rescued.

    Soon, more messengers came riding on horseback.  They originally wanted to see why they hadn't received a reply after so long, but now they had to become part of the rescue team.  Thanks to them, many more people were rescued.  Although the "Thunder Beast IV" is still roaring, their accuracy is getting worse and worse. I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that the silver "IV" mark was blown to pieces by a high-level magic.  No matter what, now everyone can continue the rescue with peace of mind.

    Soon, priests and doctors also arrived. They tried their best to rescue the wounded. Holy light magic was used to treat trauma, and doctors could treat fractures and pain.  Considering that Prince Ralof was also here, the city lord sent more people. Without exception, they all had expressions on their faces when they saw the Krislin Manor that was blown to pieces by the "Thunder Beast IV".  of surprise.  But the heavy rescue mission kept them from being surprised for too long. There were still many maids and servants buried in the castle whose lives were unknown.

    The scene was a bit chaotic, and everyone was minding their own affairs.

    Bert escaped the bombing of "Thunder Beast IV". He opened the grass net on his body and wandered to the banquet with the occasional guidance of the sword spirit.  At this time, the banquet venue no longer had the meaning of a banquet.  The ground was covered with blood, and holes caused by energy waves were everywhere. There was no complete table in sight.  At this time, Larov only found a chair with a broken leg, cushioned it with stones, and sat on it to rest. The fruit of drowsiness in the Alps was unusual.

    "Thirty-six people." Larov counted, "Thirty-six people." He rubbed his hair and lowered his head in despair.

    "Jesdan, Leer?" Bert shouted loudly, "Roland? Bastanay? Little Orava? Shiluo? Your Highness the Prince?"

    "Here." Jest waved.

    Leer¡¯s left leg was broken and he was lying on the ground gasping for air.  Roland and a surgeon are trying to alleviate Lear's pain, but some of the arcane energy is left inside, making it difficult to deal with.  Surgeons plan to amputate Leal's leg, which will make him comfortable in seconds, but Lear didn¡¯t allow it.

    "Goddess of Natureplease" Druid's head was covered with a lot of sweat caused by the severe pain. He couldn't even recite the incantation now. He could only lie on the ground, close his eyes tightly, and feel the pain from his left leg.

    "" Shi Luo was in great pain. He knelt on the ground and kept repenting.  The orc mercenaries he brought actually switched sides to Krislin because of the gold coins.  Facing Shi Luo in such pain, the orc mercenaries stood aside silently. They still had a minimum of self-respect and would not escape secretly. This would be too despicable of them.  On the contrary, they also captured the Morphian mercenaries who were planning to escape, and tied up the Morphian people who broke their promises one by one.

    The same goes for the Leitening mercenaries. They feel that they have betrayed Bastanai's trust in them.  But the big mistake had been made, and they were now willing to accept any level of punishment.

    "Twenty people." The leader of the Aileide mercenaries whispered, "I, Kui Chen I am speechless to the elders in my hometown. I will bring them alive from Jiangnan and return to Jiangnan with their bodies."  .¡±

    "Fifteen are sleeping in Valhalla, and fifteen are still alive in the world." Vanius smashed the battle ax to the ground, "Eternity."

    "Eighty-one people." Bert muttered to himself, "We only have eighty-one people left."

    "Are there only eighty-one people left?" Larov said painfully, "Including me, there are only eighty-one people leftthat's right."

    "Kan Gale." Burt looked around for traces of the werewolf, "Where is it?"

    "Died in the hands of Claudette." Bastanay hit the ground with his hand, "II" In the end, he didn't want to say anything, and could only silently express his condolences to his dead comrade.  sad.

    "Kan Gale Bollier." Bert staggered to the side of Carn Gale's body. Even though the werewolf had turned into his true form, he could still recognize the other person's serene smile and the countless scars on his body.  Without hitting his heart, "Hehow could he die? Werewolfwerewolf will not die, heStendahl Vigilant. I failed to fight him until he died"  Burt stared at the red line of the word "Sitandar" on Carn'Gale's neck, which was still bright after thousands of years.  This is the glory of the Vigilantes of Standal, and the only thing they have to hold on to their glorious past.

    "Why was I in a coma when he died?" Burt was in great pain. He held Kangel's cold palm with his trembling hands and lay on his body.

    "It's passed." Roland turned to the dead Karn Gale, "Guardian of Honor, Blessing of the King." Two golden blessings hovered over Karn Gale's body, like two little angels escorting the soul away.

    "I want to kill them." Burt boiled with rage.

    Claudette turned to Burt, and he looked at Burt's eyes carefully.  Bert showed no fear. He had now completely drawn a clear line with Chrislin.  "I once swore," Bert said angrily, "I will not return to Krislin Manor until I have extremely strong strength to take back my name."

    "But now," he said eloquently, "I despise the name Tyr Krislin and everything associated with it. I am ashamed of the unrealistic assumptions of the past, and I am no longer associated with the Krislin family."

    "My young brother," Claudette whispered, "do you really think so?"

    "That's not wrong at all." Burt spat on the ground, "Fuck you, you killed my friend."

    "I am your biological brother." Claudette said sharply.

    "A dirty blood relationship." Bert roared unruly, "Come on, Claudette Crislin. If you think you can kill my friends, my partners, and His Highness the Prince, then you can  bring it on!"

    "The Crislin family is finished." Claudette threw down the sword. "My father is ill and is now with his mother in the sanctuary. After tonight, our cousins ??will smell like rotting corpses.  Like a crow, they rush over and snatch away everything that the name Krislin can bring. Tier Krislin, calm down, I don¡¯t want to continue fighting. All of this makes me feel painful and disappointed"

    "Then you take your glory and get out" Anger engulfed Burt, and something unfamiliar flashed in his eyes, "They must die." He pointed to the soldiers of the Krislin family, "They killed me  More than 200 of my brothers have been killed to 81 people now. I want to use their blood to comfort the souls of my friends in the Hall of Valor."

    "Calm down, Bert." Raloff stopped him.

    "Your Highness, do you also want to let them go?" Bert said loudly in an incredible tone.

    ¡°Killing isOn-site tasks.  "Larov advised.

    "I don't want to let them go, sir." Vanius raised his axe, and the German warriors around him were all full of thoughts of killing. "I want to slaughter them like sheep and slaves."

    Although the other guards also had angry eyes, due to Ralof, they could only express their extreme hatred for the Krislin soldiers with their eyes.

    Watching, as people's sanity collapses, a massacre is about to take place.
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