Chapter 339 Bloody Dawn

The urgent sound of the trumpet was still ringing shrilly, and groups of soldiers filled the gap. Those who had spare strength helped the wounded and advanced further towards the sound of the trumpet.

The priest's chanting and the majestic scolding when performing magical spells quickly stabilized people's hearts, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were no match for the vampires.

Angelo's morale-boosting orders were enough to inspire the most timid wartime citizens, but his voice could not be heard beyond a street, and more people only heard the rushing marching song of the SA.

From time to time, the sound of a flute disappears in the noisy incantation, but the broken charge horn will soon be replaced, but the tune is no longer consistent with the trumpeters in other directions, probably because they are not familiar with wind instruments.

No one would criticize the chaos during the war, not even Angelo would care about it, because they were still moving forward.

Another intensive artillery fire covered the city, and the disgusting spells in the air became a little weaker. Unfortunately, no one could see the vampires who were blown into burnt flesh. Angelo could guarantee that they must be sleeping peacefully.

We really should pay more military funds to the gunners, but we must not forget the trumpeters.

Look, how well they blow! At least the trumpeter beside Angelo blew it all the way to the end, and it hasn't stopped yet, just like the sound of cannon.

Things in the world are always unsatisfactory. The sound of walls collapsing one after another came from the southwest. Angelo could already see the monsters speeding through the darkness on the street ahead.

The terrifying sound of breaking through the air arrived in front of Angelo in the blink of an eye, and it was an extremely strong black figure.

It easily knocked away the halberds and soldiers on the front line, and slapped the trumpeter in front of Angelo into pieces with a slap. The bullet almost smashed it into a sieve, but it was too strong.

Angelo seized the moment when it paused, suddenly raised his sword and slashed its throat, but inevitably received a heavy blow.

Fortunately, Sigma favored his descendants, and the imperial general was just slapped into the crowd by the monster's dying counterattack.

By the time Angelo endured the pain and was helped up, the monster had turned into ashes.

He picked up the instrument used to play the charge horn and adjusted it slightly to make sure it still produced sound.

The march that had been interrupted in this neighborhood was played again. It seemed that his skills were not unfamiliar, at least he could keep up with the original tune.

Explosions and shouts of death blended into the blood-colored streets. The roars of monsters and the curses of vampires were the whispers of death.

Perhaps all the surviving residents of Baker Port had joined the breakout. After half a day, Angelo could no longer see the familiar faces of his soldiers, and only the citizens who had been summoned with messy equipment were left around him.

The shelling from the military camp became more and more sparse, until at a certain moment, the continuous sound of artillery suddenly stopped.

It seems that the gunners and guards who stayed in the barracks did not survive to the end, but they did a good enough job - they blew up a small half of Baker Harbor. The Elector would definitely faint on the spot if he knew about it.

If the president of the Ostermark Alliance could still see Angelo, he would definitely execute the general who gave the order to break out.

Angelo would leave as many bodies as possible for him to hold accountable.

More and more people fell on the road to the port, and in the end they could not even form the first line of halberds to resist the enemy.

Angelo was a lucky man, he only lost an arm in the process and half of his face was torn off by the monster.

Fortunately, these injuries do not affect his current mission.

One arm limits Angelo's fighting ability, but in the face of thousands of undead, what's the use even if he fights desperately to kill the enemy?

It takes at least one breath to kill a resurrected dead person. If he fights alone, even if Sigma prevents him from being harmed, he will not be able to kill all the endlessly awakened undead until he dies.

The general tried to hold his breath and steady his breath to blow the charge horn that boosted morale. Even the itching poison in the wound could not make him stop playing, because this was the most important thing he could do.

Angelo rushed to the port area along with the charging music. After crossing half the city, the intermittent music no longer resembled the original rhythm.

Maybe it’s because the original people are no longer around.

Unexpectedly, the sound of gunfire still echoed from the fortress complex near the port, a defensive measure against monsters in the river, ironically fighting enemies from the heart of the city.

Tens of thousands of gunshots echoed each other, and the harsh noise seemed extremely beautiful at this time.

The marching tune suddenly tightened, and the wings no longer expanded, but collapsed inward as much as possible, gathering the last living strength together.

The sharp blade created by unity cuts through the blockade of the undead, but the blockade of the undead is more than one circle.

All kinds of undead wrapped up the breaking army like a bag. By the time they rushed to within a few hundred meters of the fortress, they were already unable to move.

Angelo looked up at the inner wall of the city in front of him. The dark, scarred rock wall seemed sacred even in this short distance.

It was as if God had opened the light to them, but the darkness blocked the light that was close to them.

The high-pitched spells of the vampires were like their taunts. The remaining priests of Mor suddenly died with blood flowing from their mouths. The manic and cold wind came from the end of the sky. The chill from the soul made the music played by Angelo tremble. .

The war between spellcasters is over, and it's no surprise that ordinary priests can fight against ancient vampires.

Suddenly, dense cannon fire sounded in the direction of the vast river, but faster than the cannon fire was an invisible, biting wind.

The violent flow of blood swallowed up the warrior at the forefront in the blink of an eye, and the unnatural power instantly crushed Angelo's soul and stopped his performance.

The world was rising, and his remaining consciousness quickly touched the ground.

The explosion soaring into the sky was the last sound he heard, and the citizens who grabbed the Charge and continued to move forward under the cover of artillery fire were the last images he saw.

Endless and countless, at least Lynch could not see the scale of the undead.

There were so many dead people that it felt like a powerful necromancer had lifted up the souls that had been dormant here for thousands of years.

He only roughly predicted the direction of Baker's Port, because he didn't know where Baker's Port was at all, and the Ostermark Territory was a large area.

As if receiving special care, there was always a sea of ​​undead in front of Lynch. He was sure that the local humans did not receive the same treatment.

Because there is a human village ahead, and there are still living people in it. If the undead's offensive continues like this, they should all be gone.

Perhaps it was for psychological comfort. Even though ordinary skeletons were no obstacle to Lynch, the blood descendants in the dark never stopped calling.

Lin Qi looked at the skeletons and zombies that had fallen into the sunlight before they even got close to him. He couldn't help but raise his eyes and look behind the undead army, and in an instant a crowd of bats arose.

The bat disappeared from Lynch's sight in the blink of an eye.