Chapter 59 Holylu is ___

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 59 Holylu is ___

When Greg finally removed the boulder from the city gate and returned to his own Stone City, the battle in the city was almost over.

The monarch disappeared, and everyone subconsciously thought that Greg had escaped.

Many people fled out of the city through the front gate, and those who were still fighting lost their will and were defeated like a mountain.

The cuckoo has a bad reputation in the border area, but this bad reputation is also earned from the protracted fighting.

Their combat experience is far greater than that of Greg.

Just by dividing the battlefield with boulders and isolating Greg, they secured victory.

The soldiers of Stone City have been defeated and can no longer protect Greg. He is alone, facing the city full of cuckoos.

Ten punches are no match for a hundred feet. The limbs that Greg installed on his body are not more numerous than the cuckoos. The dragon power he is so proud of has several of them on the opposite side.

The wisdom of flying dragons is far greater than that of ordinary humans. After realizing that Greg's shrimp head has the means to attack from a distance, their flying angles have become even more tricky.

If Greg takes longer to target the flying dragon, the cuckoo knights on the ground will charge at him.

The two Rhea Lucalian soldiers stood up to the dragon's flames without fear of death, and the Cuckoo Knight behind them stabbed his limbs with their spears.

The pyroxene magic was also constantly bombarding his body from a distance, leaving him unable to parry.

Greg rolled around on the ground in embarrassment, avoiding those tricky attacks. The increasing wounds on his body caused him to continuously lose blood and physical strength.

Greg wanted to rely on limbs to gain strength, but looking around, there was no powerful limb that could help him turn the tide of the battle.

He could only roll on the ground, fuse with the broken arms and limbs in the city, and replenish some of his flesh and blood.

These indiscriminate limbs made his body more bloated, and his whole body was covered with a layer of tumor-like armor.

At this time, he was uglier than the Son of Omen.

"Great King Gefulei, have you witnessed it?"

Greg howled, grabbing weapons with all his limbs, spinning and killing on the battlefield.

Several giant magic swords staggered across Greg's body, piercing his body and interrupting his howl.

Two huge humanoid creatures wearing armor stood in front of Greg, with swords like city gates in their hands. Magic swords flew out from behind them, constantly bombarding Greg.

This is Cuckoo's Troll Knight, possessing both strange strength and wisdom, and his combat prowess is no less than that of a dragon.

The two mountain monster knights roared at the same time. The mountain monster who inherited the bloodline of the ancient giant also had a terrifying roar, which was far more powerful than Greg's howl.

Discovering that even the calling formation was no match for the opponent, Greg became more and more desperate.

He didn't understand why things had come to this.

For as long as he could remember, he had understood the fact that he was of noble birth.

He lives in the gorgeous and towering Royal City of Rodel, standing on the Yatan Plateau and overlooking everything in the junction. His room is decorated with the most gorgeous flowers, the most rare treasures, and the air he breathes is always filled with spices.

The people of the border revere the Golden Clan. Statues of King Godfrey are scattered all over the border. Everyone is familiar with the deeds of the first King of Elden.

He is a member of the royal family, possessing the bloodline of King Godfrey and God. His bloodline endows him with power. Even if he does nothing, he can inherit the runes, the center of the circle of magic. Sooner or later, he can become the King of Rodel and dominate the entire border area.

He should have inherited the pride of gold and shown its dignity.

"...I am...the Golden King...great ancestors, bear witness to me..."

The blood blurred Greg's vision, and he could no longer see the enemies around him clearly.

In a daze, he once again saw the majestic golden tree and the prosperous and magnificent King Rodel.

Seeing the great ancestors accepting the admiration of everyone, and standing in the golden row, receiving the glory.

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At the main gate of Stone City, the Grek soldiers who had been driven out of the city were still attacking the city.

But Dujuan's defense is watertight, and the boulders summoned from time to time will fall, causing huge trouble to the soldiers attacking the city.

Farther away, a considerable number of deserters formed a flow of people, fleeing along the narrow passage between the cliffs.

Among the panicked deserters, a majestic figure made his way upstream towards Stone City.

The turbulent flow of people did not have the slightest impact on this person, just like the rock that separates the flowing water.

At the city gate, a knight commander from Greg was directing the soldiers to charge again, and the sky suddenly darkened.

A huge rock was summoned by Du Juan, and it was right above his head.

It was already too late when the knight commander discovered it, and he watched in despair as the boulder above his head fell down.

A thick palm lay between the knight commander and the boulder, holding the boulder firmly.

The knight commander looked up along the palm of his hand and could only see the turbulent muscles and the beard and hair flowing like a lion.

Holleru held the boulder and smiled at the knight commander.

Then he stepped forward and stretched his arms.

He threw the boulder towards the city gate.

The boulder shells blasted away the Dujuan soldiers holding shields in front of them, creating a bloody path on the ground. One of them hit the wall inside the city before stopping.

The city gate that had been unable to be attacked by the Grek soldiers for a long time and the cuckoos' tight defense line were suddenly broken.

This movement was so terrifying that the battlefield suddenly became quiet.

Dujuan's formation was blasted away and they adjusted their formation in a panic, while Grek's soldiers looked in awe at the warrior who helped them break through the enemy's formation.

And when they took a closer look at this warrior, the awe in their eyes turned into disbelief, and then gradually turned into excitement.

Many of the deserters were personal soldiers of lords from various places. They were not loyal to Greg in the first place. Many of the soldiers who still stayed in place were veterans who had followed Greg from the royal city. These soldiers in the royal city had been exposed to legends and idols since they were young.

Be more familiar with it.

That burly figure, heroic strength...

The rescued knight commander couldn't believe his eyes:

"...King Gefulei?"

This whisper was like a boulder falling into the lake, stirring up thousands of huge waves and quickly spreading to the ears of all the soldiers.

"King Gefulei?" All the soldiers were in disbelief.

But looking at that familiar figure, that majestic power, and that gesture that couldn't even be described as heroic, the soldiers subconsciously believed it.

The soldiers saw that the legend coincided with the figures in front of them, and the heroic figures following the legend would also overlap with themselves.

Whether it was an excited shout or a furious war cry, almost at the same time, all the soldiers howled wildly.

A huge sound wave soared into the sky, causing the flying dragons in the sky to freeze for a moment.

Without any command, Greg's soldiers roared into the city gate and attacked Dujuan.

Cuckoo's knight likes to have two attendants in front of him, bravely blocking the enemy's attack, so that he can obtain a safe and high-quality attack environment.

But at this time, this tactic lost its meaning. All of Grek's soldiers were fighting fiercely and without fear of death, and they were more fanatical than the abandoned soldiers in front.

Some Grek soldiers have been cut down to the ground, and they are still grabbing the legs of the Cuckoo Knight and biting his armor.

Under this fanatical offensive, Dujuan was quickly repelled and retreated in succession.

"Retreat!" Dujuan's commander ordered.

Several small soldiers with large shields worked together to withstand the offensive of a wave of Grek soldiers, and the other cuckoos immediately retreated.

At the same time, a miserable blue light enveloped the sky.

When the aphrodisiac dragon in the sky saw Du Juan and the Grek soldiers separated, they immediately began to spit out magical breath.

Even in the face of the breath, the Grek soldiers did not flinch. They put their shields on their heads and still charged towards the cuckoos.

Helailu also walked to the city, looked at the dragon flames falling in the sky, raised his hands, and patted them.

Shock waves emitted from his palms, and huge air waves spurted out along the gaps between his fingertips.

Longyan seemed to have encountered some invisible barrier and disappeared in all directions.

The crossbowmen took the opportunity to shoot into the sky.

But the flying dragon is so big that even if it is hit by several arrows, it can still move.

Just like a person with a wooden thorn in his hand, although the pain is unbearable, it is not fatal.

Holeilu asked a crossbowman beside him:

"Where are the crossbows for siege?"

The crossbowman looked at Helailu, his face flushed with excitement:

"The ballista was burned by Lord Greg, and there are only some wreckage left, which can no longer be used."

After saying this, the crossbowman's excited mood calmed down a bit.
To be continued...