Chapter 212 Wait for a miracle

Chapel's wooden door was not even shot, even if Eastlin wanted to use the power of the spell to repair it.

Costa didn't look happy when he saw the door broken. If he wanted to attack from the doorway, he could have done so when the shelling started. But the battle after opening the door is not easy to fight. A high-ranking soldier of the twelfth and third ranks, with three squadron-level characters, blocked a door that may not be two meters wide.

If soldiers rushed inside, it was a fuel tactic. Even if they could exhaust and kill Chapel, how many people would they die? Two hundred? It is estimated that when a hundred people die, no soldier will continue to help him fill the pit.

But now it is a last resort, he can only do so.

Of course, rushing the door also needs to talk about some skills. It can't really be so stupid to take the soldier's life to rush.

Under his command, the archer began to show his might. An arrow followed Costa's call sign and was ordered to shoot into the door. I didn't hear any screams and no people in the room. Chapel, of course, they can't be so stupid, they will stand where they can be shot by arrows.

But Costa didn't care. As he continued to order the soldiers to continue firing, he took dozens of people around the trajectory of arrow flight from the side, from the ambush to both sides of the door. Long-range shooting, in the face of old fritters such as Chapel, and they also have a seemingly indestructible house as a bunker, it is almost impossible to directly obtain a surprise victory, and he has not done this. wishful thinking. The archer was ordered to shoot continuously in order to create conditions for the next rush.

After his tenth breath, Costa waved his hand suddenly, and the arrows stopped immediately. At the same time, several soldiers around him rushed in at the door carrying heavy shields.For a moment, the screams sounded. Obviously, even with heavy shields, the soldiers who entered the house were not expecting to be able to support them in Chapel for too long. But Costa had a heart of iron stones, he continued to wave, and ordered the soldiers around him to continue to pour inside.

There is no advantage of blocking the door, and besieged by the superior number in a small space. Even the masters such as Chapel, there are always mistakes. Filling in some lives, all the people who could get the house were dead, and Costa didn't feel bad at all.

Miserable screams kept ringing. In the past few minutes, the number of people who died in the house was no less than thirty. This also shows how fierce the combat effectiveness of those people.

But Costa's mouth smiled. From the sound, he could hear that Chapel's line of defense was constantly being pushed backwards. He even heard the familiar muffled hum, which was supposed to be from the guy from Grub, and apparently, they were also injured.

Encounter was encouraged, and Costa was excited. Only 30 people died. He has at least one or two hundred people at his disposal, so he's not afraid at all!

He waved his hand, and another wave of people poured in. He fantasized about waiting to see the bodies of those people.

With a bang, Costa, immersed in fantasy, was awakened by a heat wave. I saw a burst of flames from the door of the house, apparently there was some kind of powerful fire spell being released in the house. Looking at the posture of this heat wave, Costa was in a tight heart. It is estimated that none of the dozen soldiers who had just rushed into the house survived.

He gritted his teeth and said to another confidant next to him: "Don't stop! You will bring someone to continue rushing in! They have used even spells, and they won't last long!"

家伙 The guy next to him is a big captain with good strength, but he is not stupid. He saw for himself that more than forty soldiers who had been sent in did not come out, and felt the power of the fire waves from close range. Where can he not understand? This is a mission to kill!

Looking at this guy's hesitation, Costa glared and threatened: "Give me in! Putting a group attack spell in such a small place can burn a lot of people, but do you think they will be good? It's death. Will you die here or in it? "The captain looked at Costa with some disbelief, and never dreamed that he followed him faithfully.

For so long, it would be treated like this. But what else can he do? Looking at Costa's hand on the hilt, he could only grit his teeth and greet the soldiers around him to rush along with him.

In the house, the people in Chapel were in a bad condition. He himself, as well as the three men of Culin, Gebu and Quincy, all suffered some injuries. As for the other three guards who followed Dion, they were just ordinary horror fighters, who had already been hacked to death.

In a small space, where is it easy to deal with the siege of dozens of people in succession? They all lost some combat power. Especially the guy of Gebu ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ At least three knives were chopped on the back, all of which are deeply visible bones. Such injuries can be fatal if they are not cured.

With the presence of Cecilia, a senior priest, such an injury should normally be nothing. The problem is that the artillery didn't stop while the soldiers on the outside kept pounding inside. Under constant bombardment, Cecilia's full energy has been used to maintain the magic effect of the sanctuary, and there is no time to spare, even her face pale.

Had it not been for the Templar King Hill, who had fought alongside them, and immediately took them back to the second floor and took advantage of a fireball from Eastlin to bury all the enemies on the first floor, I am afraid they would have insisted Can't stop it.

But when they saw that Costa's captain rushed in again with more than 20 soldiers, they also looked grim. This is estimated to be the last moment. Cecilia's magic has been unable to persist, and the mana also consumes a small amount of Eastlin. At this time, it is no longer able to support them, and can only devote all their energy. Above the defense of the house, to deal with the bombardment of artillery.

The four surviving soldiers and a Templar can only rely on the weapons and flesh and blood in their hands to resist the next impact, but how long they can hold it is a matter that no one can guarantee.

But they haven't forgotten that Dane, who suddenly disappeared in the scuffle just now, once said that they should be kept for twenty minutes. Now that twenty minutes are running out, it depends on whether Dion can bring a miracle! To be continued.