Blue Sword

Outside Innsbruck, rear headquarters.

The Wolf family's army entered the Alps and fell into a quagmire. The Weisbach army on the opposite side would not engage in a head-on firefight with them. Instead, relying on their familiarity with the terrain, they dispersed a large number of soldiers in the mountains and frequently attacked the supply lines behind them.

What's even more troublesome is that I heard that a large number of rebellions are taking place in the Principality of Swabia. The freight route from Burgundy to Swabia was also interrupted for a while, and the transportation troops had to go around to Lombardy-Verona on the southern route. direction, so that the efficiency of arrival has also been reduced a lot.

Due to the inability to conquer the mountainous areas for a long time and the arrival of supplies more and more slowly, the morale of the troops has dropped significantly recently, and deserters have begun to appear one after another.

The Hidden String of Demigods, of course His Excellency Alberto will not handle such mundane affairs personally, but only lets his cronies order his knights to strictly restrain the soldiers he leads.

If a deserter is caught, there is no need for a court-martial and he can just be killed on the spot.

If it were an army in the feudal era on earth, this kind of severe punishment could only serve as a temporary restraint. The bigger situation is that the soldiers at the bottom began to complain, join forces, and become restless under the heavy pressure, so that in the end the collective dissatisfaction reached the point of At a certain critical point, riots and roaring camps finally began.

Of course, in this world with extraordinary power, no one combined may be able to defeat a demigod. Naturally, it is impossible to have any thoughts of rebellion. Everyone can only say bad things in secret and try their best to escape.

Three months have passed since Christmas, and despite all the strict defenses of the Wolf family knights, nearly 20% of their soldiers have escaped.

There were also some unfortunate guys who ran away and got lost in the mountains, only to be caught back. The knights tied him to a cross, drove nails through his throat, and let the body dry on the cross to scare the remaining soldiers.

We are at the service of God, punishing the emperor who rebelled against the Holy See. And if you choose to escape, you are betraying your faith and will suffer the pain of having your throat pierced on the cross, and you will go to hell after death.

This statement was preached countless times by the knights in the camp, and the increasing desertion trend was gradually curbed.

Instead, there was a situation where no effort was made, and the knights were helpless. Even within the knight class, many people are pessimistic about the future direction of the war.

The upheaval and chaos in the Principality of Swabia did not really affect the Wolf family, but the Griffin family in the north who faced the Emperor's coalition forces. Once Franconia was penetrated by the emperor, the civil war would really be over.

With people's hearts fluctuating, the demigod Alberto had to step out to take charge of the situation and patrolled the camp several times to calm morale.

Back in the tent, the demigod was a little tired, so he dismissed his attendants and planned to go to the room to take a nap.

When he entered the room door, he saw that the light beside the bed seemed to be dimmed.

Then the light bulb went off.

The ground suddenly collapsed, and Alberto lost his footing in an instant. After falling more than ten meters, the demigod reacted and controlled the air pressure to float into the air and stabilize his body.

However, a huge flesh-and-blood arm suddenly struck from below, grabbing Alberto in an instant, and then he suddenly sank down.

After only three or four seconds, the flesh-and-blood arm exploded. The demigod who had escaped from the trap quickly looked around and saw that he was already in a huge underground cave. The surrounding cave walls were full of corrosion and gnawing. The traces were covered with fleshy red moss.

In the darkness in the distance, countless rustling, unique sounds of rodents were fading away, but there was a footsteps approaching gradually, which could be heard very clearly in this cave.

"Belladonna poison!" Alberto raised his head, and the skin on his face had turned into tiny cyclones - since he fell into this unknown environment, his body had completely turned into gas.

The highly compressed air armor condensed into substance clung to the surface of his body, vibrating densely like waves and piano keys.

"The Hidden String..." Agrippina laughed softly, "When you instigated my unlucky and pitiful apprentice to go north, you had already foreseen that such a day would happen, right?"

"I didn't instigate him." Alberto frowned and said, "He was looking for a way to advance to Level 20. I just gave him suggestions."

"Then let me give you a suggestion." Agrippina narrowed her eyes dangerously and said fiercely:

"Never, never, try to teach my disciples on my behalf!"

Her body suddenly exploded, turning into countless bats and rushing towards Alberto.

Alberto just raised one palm, and the bats were immediately blown away by the storm and even tended to fly back.

These bats flapped their wings in the strong wind, and suddenly opened their big mouths, spraying black blood arrows from them, and shot towards Alberto at a terrifying speed.

The blood arrow hit the opponent's body a few centimeters away, as if it had hit some kind of translucent solid object. It turned in a direction and shot back suddenly, condensing into the figure of Agrippina.

Alberto lowered his head and looked at the surface of his body. The air armor that had been spattered by dirty blood had been stained with some kind of black marks, and was still slowly spreading to the surroundings.

This is a law-level toxin that can already infect non-living substances.

"Are you crazy?" Alberto's face darkened, "You actually waste your spirituality in a place like this?"

"Why not?" Agrippina's smile was sinister, with a strong and malicious taunt, "As long as you die here, all these spiritual losses will be worth it."

"You lunatic!" Alberto didn't want to tangle with her, so he just stamped his heel on the ground.

Restrained shockwave.

Vibrations containing high energy spread rapidly along the ground and exploded under Agrippina's feet. Countless gravels shot out like bullets, instantly scarring her body with holes.

He stepped onto the ground again, and his body rose rapidly upwards. Before he could fly far, a figure wearing an assassin's white robe fell from above his head.

Caucasian Assassin's Swordsmanship. Shadow Eagle's Plunder.

This thrust was fast and accurate. Although it failed to break through Alberto's defense, it slammed his whole body to the ground again.

The moment he landed, Rasul turned around and retreated in an instant. Alberto, who was knocked over, slapped the ground with one hand. Suddenly, the entire land exploded with him as the center, and the rapidly vibrating fragments were mixed with high compression. The air bullets shot in all directions at an astonishing high speed.

Rasul swung his sword violently in the air, and the afterimages of the sword almost intertwined into pieces. With his extraordinary eyesight and skill, he blocked some of the fragments and air bullets, and his body was pushed away by these projectiles. Out further.

Then he fell to the ground, with twenty or thirty penetrating wounds from his shoulders to his legs, dripping with blood.

"What an embarrassing situation," Agrippina commented.

"I think the injury is adequate after receiving a blow from the demigod." Rasul said with a wry smile.