In the Name of the Queen

Helensburg, underground passage.

Joseph leaned against the earth wall and closed his eyes to rest.

He was covered in blood and even the enemy's brains, looking a little embarrassed, but his long golden hair was still tied into a neat ponytail, not messy at all.

This was his last stubbornness.

Just half an hour ago, he killed several enemy masters who fled into the tunnel, including a guy who touched the threshold of the extraordinary.

The fierce battle made his golden hair wet with sweat and messy.

After the battle, he immediately looked in the mirror to tidy up his hair, and then sat here to catch his breath.

Soon, he opened his eyes and judged from the footsteps that it was the youngest deputy commander Tom.

He patted the seat beside him and motioned for him to sit down.

Helensburg was a model of small city construction in the Odin Empire in those days. It had a well-developed drainage system and a mature sewer system.

The defenders dug tunnels on the original basis to connect these sewers, thus building a mature underground tunnel system.

If we only rely on these thousands of people to dig, we can't dig so deep even if we die of exhaustion.

Tom came over and sat down next to Joseph, "Brother Joseph, you must not be an ordinary temple."

Joseph opened his eyes wide and asked softly, "What do you mean?"

"The temple who died two days ago was less than one-tenth of your strength. Sorry, I don't mean to disrespect him, I'm just discussing strength."

Joseph didn't speak, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his heart.

What one-tenth? It's obviously one-twentieth!

Although I really want to complain, I can't say it out loud, it's too disrespectful to the victims.

Seeing that Joseph didn't deny it, Tom smiled and said, "The captain and Jerry even wrote a suicide note. Only I know that we will win."

"Reason?" Joseph likes Tom very much. This kid's optimism comes from the heart and it is easy to infect others. These days of fighting side by side made Tom familiar with him and dared to laugh with him.

"You are not an ordinary temple. I don't quite understand the rules of your temple, but you should be a high-ranking official, right?"

Joseph was stunned for a few seconds, and said leisurely: "I guess so. But she is much inferior to Saint Christine. She is now even the commander-in-chief of this war."

"Is Saint Christine better than you?" Tom was full of curiosity.

"Better than me. Wait, why are you asking these questions? I am obviously asking you."

Tom laughed, scratched his hair, and said softly: "Even if the saint is similar to you, you must be a great person. A great person like you will not be abandoned casually, so the saint will definitely come to save us, right?"

Joseph really couldn't bear to break Tom's fantasy, and said with a smile: "You are very smart."

He didn't lie to Tom, because he didn't guarantee that someone would rescue him.

But he also gave Tom hope. After all, according to normal logic, he would definitely be rescued.

Looking at Tom's happy back disappearing like a civet cat, the smile on Joseph's lips gradually disappeared.

He participated in the anti-rebellion campaign three years ago, and was even Christine's deputy.

Before the decisive battle, he firmly opposed using the Royal Guards as bait, but Christine insisted.

Her reason was simple, "No one would use the Royal Guards as bait, so the enemy would definitely be fooled."

Yes, this fishing method that goes beyond human cognition. Indeed, no one can understand it.

Using 5,000 people as bait, annihilating the main force of the rebels, and deciding the outcome in one battle, a genius idea.

However, what was caught was the loyalty of the Royal Guards.

The Royal Guards are indeed the sword and shield to defend the royal family, but who would be happy to be treated as consumables?

Joseph admitted that Christine's tactical choice was very correct under the circumstances at the time, but he also believed that doing so would cause endless troubles.

After all, people are not pawns, they are flesh and blood.

They will be afraid, happy, and angry.

Joseph sighed lightly, thinking to himself, Brother Tom, the real reinforcements you want may not come.

Even if there is a high-level temple inside, Christine will not change her original intention.

Before leading the five hundred temple warriors to set off, Christine clearly told Joseph that he could evacuate alone if necessary.

This was a clear sign to Joseph that Helensburg was a bait.

Joseph wanted to tell Christine that even if it was a bait, it should have the right to survive.

If you can't tell the bait the true intention openly, at least you should do your best to rescue it.

Christine, if you can't understand this, you will never be a famous general like your grandfather.

Joseph closed his eyes again, ready to recover his strength and fight again.

The corners of his lips rose slightly, as if he thought of something happy.

Christine was the most proud disciple of his grandfather, but also the most regrettable disciple.

When the rebellion was suppressed three years ago, my grandfather had been dead for more than a year, and the royal family could only ask Christine, my grandfather's best disciple, to fight instead.

The losses inflicted by Christine were more serious than even if my grandfather was alive, but while the battle was won, it also planted the seeds of disaster.

It is very likely to subvert the royal family of the Wende Empire in the future.

He could probably understand Christine's mentality. She was a commander, not a politician. She promised to win the battle, but she did not promise to help the royal family consolidate its position.

Christine's position was always right. The crown she wanted was the Pope of the Court of Light. She was the one who was closest to the goddess and could listen to her teachings.

Joseph sighed, feeling a little disappointed.

Grandfather could not change Christine, and of course he could not do it either.

All he could do was to live and die with Helensburg.

Maybe it seemed stupid to others, but he really couldn't bear to abandon his comrades who had fought side by side for more than ten days.

These people's optimism, calmness and bravery touched his heart.

Here he found a long-lost sense of belonging to the team.

He would never abandon his comrades to escape alone, not to mention that he couldn't escape.

Sven VII might lack capable ministers and generals, but he never lacked brave warriors.

In yesterday's battle, he fought with a high-level berserker who was nearly two meters tall.

The opponent's huge arm strength almost shook the hammer in his hand away.

Fortunately, he was focused and nothing happened.

If he escaped alone, he would definitely be stopped by the high-level berserker.

Joseph hugged the hammer tightly, his expression relaxed, but he was ready to bury his bones here.

The sharp bell rang again, Joseph jumped up, dragged the heavy head of the hammer on the ground, and ran quickly to the alarm location.

In the fierce battle, the defenders of Helenz had already figured out a set of methods for warning and combat coordination in the tunnel.

The team dispersed and formed multiple combat groups, and the single soldier with strong combat effectiveness (Joseph himself) served as a support point to put out fires everywhere.

Joseph didn't know where the next battle would take place, but he knew he was involved.

He dragged the war hammer not because he couldn't lift it, but just to save effort.

After all, it was a thing weighing hundreds of pounds, and it was quite heavy after using it for a long time.

He soon saw the enemy.

The berserker wearing a round helmet was slashing wildly.

Joseph twisted his waist, raised his hips, and swung his arms, accurately hitting the helmet of the berserker captain with a heavy hammer weighing more than 100 pounds.

Red and white were scattered all over the ground, and the berserker captain died without even a sound.

The action was not beautiful, but practical.

This is the correct posture for maximum force in the tunnel.

The roar sounded, shaking the tunnel into dust.

Joseph's expression was serious, and his strong enemy was here again.

The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road. There is no room for avoidance this time, either win or die.

Joseph smiled, tore off the cloth strips to tie his wrists, and rushed in the direction of the high-level berserker.

Two unlucky temple warriors and three new soldiers were chopped into pieces by the giant battle axe swung like a windmill by the high-level berserker.

The high-level berserker looked back alertly and saw Joseph.

"Hey, coward, can you still run this time?"

"No, I'll send you on your way."

Joseph smiled and swung his arm, smashing the war hammer into the opponent's head.

The high-level berserker certainly knew the power of the war hammer. He roared "ho ho", his skin color quickly turned red, and he kicked the ground hard, roaring and rushing over.

He kicked hard, and actually crushed the hard stone slabs of the sewer, and the swung battle axe made a sharp explosion.

This axe actually produced the effect of a sonic boom.

Joseph's face changed slightly.

He was a strategist, not good at fighting, so he was at a disadvantage when he met a high-level berserker who specialized in fighting.

But he had no way to escape, so he could only raise his warhammer to bear it.

"Dang!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and the huge shock wave from the collision of weapons made Joseph's knuckles bleed profusely.

Damn barbarian!

He cursed in his heart, and reached his hand to his waist while wiping the blood.

Although he didn't want to use it, it would be too late if he didn't use it.

He touched a special bomb and was about to throw it out, but he saw Tom appearing behind the high-level berserker out of the corner of his eye.

Joseph was anxious and cast a look at Tom that said "get away", but Tom showed a confident smile.

Joseph saw the weapon in Tom's hand.

It was a large-caliber firearm with an ancient shape, which should be the result of archaeology.

Joseph smiled and threw the bomb out.

Thick smoke billowed, and a pungent smell swept the tunnel.

"Bang!"

The muzzle of the gun made a loud noise, and the huge sound scared Tom himself.

The high-level berserker fell to the ground with a bang, and his tenacious vitality made him still struggle.

Of course, Joseph would not be polite to him. He rushed into the smoke and found the high-level berserker with his memory.

After three consecutive hammers, he finally cracked the huge watermelon.

Red, white and yellow, scattered all over the ground.