Imperial Crown.

Chapter 400 Crush!

Located on the plain, Changzi Fort has a simple and clear structure.

It is like a cabbage that is cut in half, with both the head and the tail intact. The city gate is at the tail and the main body of the castle is at the head, connected by a curved slope. At the end of the slope is a small square with a fountain.

The ramp is covered with bricks and stones, with buildings of different functions on both sides.

Dalton rushed down the ramp with the Little Flayed Guards.

He had followed Raven for a year and knew how strong the Eagle Army's combat capability was, so when Little Flayed asked him to take over the defense of the Firstborn Castle, he had already made full preparations.

The doors and windows of the buildings on both sides of the street suddenly opened, and crossbows appeared one after another, aiming at Raven and his group in the dark night.

"shoot--"

Dalton shouted the order.

hum-

The sounds of hundreds of crossbow strings being pulled together overlapped and exploded, almost covering up the sound of the crossbow arrows breaking through the air.

The 18 people who were guarding Raven suddenly moved.

18 shields were raised at almost the same time.

Even if the army erected a shield wall on the battlefield, it would not be able to completely block all the crossbow arrows, not to mention that most of these people were only wearing light shields.

But the people Raven brought this time were not ordinary soldiers. They were true elites who had been tempered by the flames of battle on the battlefield of Eivor.

They only need to listen to the sound of the wind to judge which crossbow arrows will hit the shield, which will pass through the gaps in the shield, which can be let go, and which must be intercepted!
That is not the experience that training can bring.

Then, amid a burst of dense crackling sounds, some crossbow arrows fell on the shields, some were bounced off the shields, and many pierced into the ground at an angle.

18 people, no one was injured.

Raven's steps did not pause at all because of the crossbow arrows, as if he was taking a leisurely walk in the garden.

The surrounding crossbowmen did not have time to load the next round of crossbow arrows, because at this moment Dalton had already led a group of personal soldiers to rush down the slope from the front.

"Push them back!"

This group of Little Skinner's personal soldiers all followed Raven into Eivor.

Although he was not able to actually fight in the battlefield, he watched and learned from the Eagle Army and had a thorough understanding of war.

What's more, in the past two years, Dalton has also led them through extremely rigorous training.

Therefore, with just one order, a guard team of 80 people formed a formation, with two rows of sword and shield soldiers in front and spearmen in the back, and rushed down the high slope with a momentum almost as strong as a cavalry charge.

"Protect my Lord." Eric ordered calmly.

He didn't need to give further instructions because everyone who could be here today had sufficient battlefield experience.

Count Jonah's son Moas and Baron Kate's son Beta looked at each other, the former proud and the latter calm, but there was a spirit of not wanting to admit defeat in their eyes.

Moas and Beta separated, raised their swords and shields, and of the remaining 16 people, 8 automatically divided into two teams and followed them.

Boom, boom, boom...

Amid the heavy and dense footsteps, Little Flayed's personal guards rushed over. The swords and spears on the sides of their shields reflected dangerous cold light under the firelight beside the road.

Just when the two sides were about to meet.

Moas suddenly raised his leg and kicked hard on the shield of the sword and shield soldier in front of him.

The combined force of the downward rush and the kick created a hole in the shield. The combat boot hit the chest of the shield-bearing soldier, causing him to fall backwards violently.

Almost at the same time, Beta roared, rooted his legs firmly on the ground, held the shield in front of him, and collided head-on with the man opposite him!
boom--

The shields collided with each other, and the originally curved shield surfaces were squeezed into two iron plates.

Beta stood there like an iron tower, firmly withstanding the impact, while the little skinned soldier holding a shield opposite him was knocked back by the force!

"Not good!" Dalton's face changed suddenly.

It seemed that only two people resisted the attack, but the actual effect was like a piece of butter hitting two sharp blades!
The blocked people stopped and blocked the way of their comrades behind them, and they crashed into each other and turned into a rolling gourd, while the soldiers in the adjacent rows continued to rush forward due to inertia.

The entire square formation became a mess and was completely torn apart!
Dalton couldn't understand why the Eagle Army's invincible infantry phalanx seemed to lose its effectiveness in front of Raven's 18 men.

The personal soldiers with a disorganized formation were no match for Raven's 18 men - no, not 18 men, but less than 10 men who had already crushed them.

These people didn't even use their fighting spirit much, but they were able to use the entanglement of weapons to disrupt the opponent's balance, and then send the sword blades to the gaps under the opponent's armpits, legs and knees, making the opponent lose the ability to move or even lose his life.

The guards in full helmet and armor looked as vulnerable as serfs who had just put down their hoes in front of them!
Dalton's body stiffened slightly.

The techniques used by Raven's men were not unfamiliar to him. He had learned and used them before, and he had also taught them personally when training these guards.

Years of experience have taught him that it is already very difficult to use 1/10 of what he has learned in training in actual combat.

But Raven's men used these methods very skillfully, as if they were not nervous at all, as if they were facing wooden targets.

It seems that such a fantastic thing as conquering a castle with 18 people is so natural and not worth being nervous about!

Is this the elite force trained on the battlefield of Eivor?
In less than two minutes, the 80 bodyguards were completely killed.

Raven had an expressionless face. He stepped on the blood and walked to Dalton under the protection of the remaining eight people.

Although his palms were soaked with sweat, Dalton still clenched his teeth, drew out the thick-backed saber from his waist with a clang, and covered the brown-yellow fighting armor outside the plate armor, and rushed towards Raven!

when--

"Huh?" Dalton was suddenly stunned.

Eric, Hyena, and Link hadn't made a move yet, so he had expected his opponent to be one of them.

But the person who appeared at this moment and held the saber in his hand was actually a woman.

No, a girl to be exact.

She was really young, and her cheeks wrapped in the helmet still looked a bit childish. Her body under the breastplate was so exaggeratedly large that it seemed to be bursting, which distracted Dalton for a moment.

"who are you?"

"Julia!"

Letting a little girl who barely looked like an adult face a level 3 knight was tantamount to sending her to her death.

But neither Raven, Eric, Hyena or Link looked over here and continued to move towards the main castle.

"Raven!" Dalton felt that his self-esteem had suffered a great blow. He suddenly raised his hand to knock away the sword in Julia's hand, roared and turned to rush towards Raven.

But just as he took a step, he felt a sound of breaking air behind him.

How could she regain her balance so quickly?
A flash of surprise passed through Dalton's mind, and he had no time to turn around to block. Brown-yellow fighting spirit erupted from under his feet, and he leaped forward to the other end of the street before turning around.

Right where he had just stood, an I-shaped void fighting spirit was gradually dissipating in the air.

At the same time, Julia rushed towards Dalton with nimble steps.

Dalton was slightly angry:
"Since you don't know whether to live or die, I have no choice but to kill you first!"

Fighting spirit gushed out from under Dalton's feet and crashed into a brick and stone house behind him.

"Smash it for me...!"

boom.

The house suddenly exploded, bricks and stones flew everywhere, and these bricks and stones were transformed into stone bullets under the cover of the dark yellow earth fighting spirit, bringing up brown-yellow arcs of light, and smashed towards Julia like dense raindrops!

Every time a brick or stone hits the ground, it creates a deep pit the size of a basin.

After being broken, together with the stone bricks on the ground, they turned into fragments of almost unpredictable sizes and trajectories, hidden among the smoke and dust, and could create countless dents on the stone wall next to it!

The earth almost boiled.

But Julia was still charging. She moved like a ghost in the bombardment, dodging every brick and stone. When she couldn't avoid it, she would smash it with her sword or swing it away with her arm shield.

This only reflects Julia's excellent adaptability.

But what Dalton couldn't understand was that the power of broken bricks and stones was no less than that of a crossbow. Although Julia was wearing heavy armor, her armpits, arms and cheeks were still weak points. How could she walk around so leisurely?

Then Dalton suddenly noticed a little detail that made his cheeks twitch slightly.

"How could this be?"

It's not that Julia was not affected. Whenever broken bricks and stones were about to touch her, she would always mobilize her fighting spirit in time and condense a small piece of fighting spirit armor at the corresponding position to eliminate the damage caused by the impact.

Julia is definitely not 20 years old, at most she is 18 or even 17, and she is already at level 2!
What really irritated Dalton was that although Julia could save her fighting spirit by doing this, the energy she consumed would be extremely huge -

It's just a show of skill!

Did she think that she could defeat herself, so she was saving her energy for the next battle? !

This contemptuous attitude made Dalton even more angry.

"I am a Level 3 Transcendent, Level 3!!!"

"The Queen's Wrath!"

He roared, and retracted his fighting spirit into his body. The remaining bricks and stones in the air fell to the ground with a thud. The fighting spirit in his body suddenly condensed and turned into a brown crystal-like ball of light that wrapped him up. Then he swung his saber and rushed towards Julia.

Wherever the ball of light passed, anything that came into contact with it, whether it was bricks, stones or broken wood, would be bounced away or blown away by a huge force, creating grooves on the ground, and a huge dent would be created when it hit the wall!
This is the third-level combat skill, Quinn's Fury. Under the protection of this layer of light ball, the user can charge forward like the queen in chess, unstoppable!
But Julia stopped him.

She took the initiative to chop the light ball with the long sword in her hand, and the recoil force flowed into her body along the blade and her arm.

Under the vibration, with a click, the buckles of her breastplate were broken at this moment, and fell to the ground in two pieces.

Rough waves stand out.

Julia, who was concentrating on the battle, didn't care at all. She bent her legs slightly to transfer some of her strength to the earth, and then she spun backwards as if she had lost her balance!

Dalton was delighted and was about to swing the saber in his hand.

But Julia did not fall down. After turning around, the sword in her hand slashed again at an even faster speed!

The last attack was from right to left. After being bounced back, Julia began to rotate from left to right. This sword also slashed from left to right on the light ball.

After the sword hit the target, Julia repeated her old trick and used the recoil force to spin from right to left again!

Ding, ding, ding…

The long sword kept hitting the ball of light, and every attack would be bounced away by the recoil force, but every time Julia would turn the recoil force into her own rotational force, spinning faster and faster, like a black whirlwind!

Dalton was dazzled. He thought about stabbing Julia to make her stop, but Julia did not spin on the spot. Instead, she kept adjusting her steps and direction, causing his several slashes to fall into empty space!

The Queen's Wrath can be solved this way! ?

How did her body withstand this reversing force?

Won’t she get dizzy?!
Even Dalton himself felt a little numb after following Julia around for a few rounds.

Julia spun faster and faster, and the force attached to the sword in her hand became stronger and stronger.

click-

A gap suddenly appeared on the ball of light, and then cracks began to spread.

The 3rd level combat skills of the 3rd level knight were actually broken by a 2nd level transcendent.

Before Dalton could accept this reality, Julia slashed at him with a sword that had 17 rotations of force and was wrapped in the chaotic-colored void fighting spirit!
boom.

The brown-yellow earth qi overflowed, the light ball exploded, and the long sword could not withstand such a huge force and broke into pieces like a biscuit, but even with only a short section on the hilt, it still firmly locked Dalton's throat.

Dalton hastily raised his saber to block, but the broken sword and saber collided and both exploded!

Dalton's arms couldn't withstand such a huge force, and he smashed the hilt of the sword on his throat. He was thrown away by the force, drawing an arc and falling heavily to the ground!
"Cough cough... Wow--!!" Dalton opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of foamy blood. His limbs kept twitching and he wanted to move but couldn't no matter what.

This blow not only broke his larynx, but also dislocated his cervical vertebrae. Now he has completely lost control of his body.

Julia turned around a few more times to release all the power.

Her clothes had been torn off by the recoil force of the astonishing spin just now, leaving only the thick, wet chest cloth still wrapped around her body. As her chest rose and fell violently, sweat flowed down her skin, reflecting a crystal clear light in the firelight.

The combat boots on her feet had long been twisted into scrap metal, and her bare white feet stood on the ground.

Julia seemed to be very clear about her victory results. Without paying attention to Dalton, she took two steps, picked up the breastplate that was broken into two halves on the ground, put it on herself, and then found two pieces of broken cowhide to put on the halves.

"Little girl..." Although Dalton lost, Julia was too young. He wanted to save some face, so he endured the pain and said in a weak tone:

"Your combat talent and strategic planning are both at the genius level."

"But... being too proud, indulging in one's talent, and underestimating the enemy even in battle, and refusing to maintain one's fighting spirit and armor, will lead to one suffering sooner or later..."

"Ah?" Julia was stunned, and then she realized what Dalton was saying:
"Are you talking about the fact that I only invoked the battle armor when I was about to get hurt?"

"Although I only broke through to level 2 half a year ago, isn't this the most basic application?"

Dalton almost laughed out of anger.

Basic applications?
How many knights of level 3, 4, and even level 5 have to maintain their fighting spirit armor at all times just because they cannot be distracted during battle!
Is this little girl here to deliberately make me angry?

But looking at Julia's clear eyes, Dalton realized that she was not lying to him.

She really treated this operation as the most common thing!
Another mouthful of blood rushed to his throat.

Raven...

Are all of your subordinates such geniuses?!
……

"waste!"

Looking at Dalton who couldn't afford to fall, Little Peeler spat in hatred:
"You said you learned the essence of the Eagle Army, but you couldn't even hold it for 10 minutes!"

"What should we do now?" Sir Norfinn, the uncle of the little skinned boy, was wearing a nightgown inside and a cloak outside. He was shivering, whether from cold or fear.

"...I, I'll go and explain this to Count Raven in person. Is there some misunderstanding here?!"

He might not be that naive, but he had been pampered all his life, how could he have seen such a scene? Now he had completely lost his mind.

"At this time, misunderstandings are no longer misunderstandings!" Little Peeler looked at Raven and his party approaching the square outside the main castle and said coldly:
"Luckily I didn't put my hopes on those rubbish."

"Do it!"

With this shout, the main door of the hall opened and a strong man in blood-red armor walked out.

A thick blood light exploded, almost covering the entire square.

Level 4 Bloody Warrior!
Crack.

The sturdy man lifted his visor, and what appeared was a...

Wolf head!

He had short grey fur, brown pupils, a long nose with a wet black tip that was emitting hot air, black lips curled up, revealing sharp teeth, and the blade of the spear in his hand was pointed directly at Raven's brow, looking down at him:
"Are you Lord Raven? You are unexpectedly young."

"We in the Nightmare Clan respect the strong the most. If you leave today, I can promise in front of Viscount Little Skinner that I will not hold you responsible."

"If you don't leave..."

He suddenly stopped his spear, and rows of red-armored soldiers suddenly emerged from the door behind him:

"I want to let you see the power of our Wild Hunt Mercenaries!"

……

(End of this chapter)