Chapter 261, The Fall of Jilang City

The complete collapse of the situation often seems so unexpected that it is difficult to react.

This was not a harmonious banquet. The well-prepared nobles and the equally well-prepared Stargazer Pope fought at the banquet, completely tearing their faces apart.

The situation should not come to this, because it is a lose-lose situation with no winner.

Maybe the recent situation has been too unsettling, or maybe it's the crack in the word trust that's hard to bridge.

The great nobles have always been at odds with the various churches. They have their own context, their own rules, and a tacit understanding. It can also be said to be the threshold, or it can be said that they are two completely different groups.

The nobles were born over a long period of time and in the civilization of the Youyan people.

Churches from all walks of life are strangers, visitors from outside, strangers. They have indeed brought a lot of things, and the two sides are gradually getting in touch and integrating, but this takes time.

This may be the reason why the two sides are so confrontational in the general direction, but there may be another reason for reaching such a situation.

own selfishness.

Obviously, these nobles are really ready to abandon this city and use most of the people in this city as a way to escape the tail safely.

The Pope does not allow stargazing.

Anyway, the fight broke out, the flames ignited in the luxurious manor, and finally, the Stargazing Pope stood at the end.

Climbing up the stairs of burning flames, my expression was filled with indescribable gloom and exhaustion. Gorgeous decorations, expensive tableware, finely prepared food, precious books, and all kinds of things were burned in the flames.

A straight man stood at the top of the attic, looking out the window.

The Stargazing Pope arrived here on the stairs of burning flames.

Both sides watched, but no Holy See knight came here following the Stargazing Pope. The battle in the manor was not completely over yet, although the winner had been decided.

The man turned back and looked at the Stargazing Pope, his expression was very calm, and there was even a smile on his face, even though the situation at this time was already extremely bad.

"I still can't figure out why you did this."

Pope Stargazer spoke, with unspeakable exhaustion on his face. Today, he won, but also lost. The great nobles failed to kill him, but he also did not kill these named guys. Stay here as much as possible.

The guys who escape will bring unspeakable troubles. The most direct point is that they will not sit still and wait for death. As for the deeper troubles, these guys are inextricably related to the magic knights on the city wall at this time.

Mountain Dew City is almost at its limit just to deal with the endless ratmen outside the city.

And most of all this can be attributed to this man standing in the flames. He used his status and power to connect the great nobles, creating this situation.

Faced with the Stargazing Pope's words, the man did not answer, but kept talking to himself about other things.

"I also want to ask you this question. Your Majesty, I have given you my sincerity, and I am the first collaborator you have bargained for, but at the beginning you chose the guy from Mountain Dew. .

Why, could that so-called saint be enough to cause such a big deviation in your decision?

It was obviously just a child you randomly picked up from the garbage pile to show the mercy of the gods. "

"There is still a possibility of recovery. My Majesty, if you really want to save this city, commit suicide. You know, my death will completely crush the final balance."

Saying these words, he casually took one out of the two crossed daggers hanging on the wall, threw it towards the Stargazing Pope, and was caught firmly.

The Stargazer Pope didn't say anything else, and he didn't really commit suicide stupidly, but the fatigue on his expression was getting stronger and stronger.

His death will not solve any problems. The Star Gazing Church is now a powder keg, just relying on him to twist it into a rope. If he dies, the Star Gazing Church will be completely finished.

He was never saving the city, he was just saving the hope of the god's return.

And this man wants the death of the Star Gazing Pope and the right to be occupied by the Star Gazing Pope.

The man took off another short blade from the wall.

It seems that two powerful people are going to decide life and death in this burning attic.

The battle in the manor has not ended yet, and has become even more chaotic. Teams of soldiers and mercenaries are stepping into the burning manor like moths flying into the flame.

The fight didn't last long. Before he became the Pope of Stargazers and the person inspired by the God of Stargazers, he was a wandering knight. He was so mediocre during the many years of wandering, but his martial arts could barely force him to do so. praise.

He didn't put that down.

The sword he swung was still so cunning and sharp. With just one move, the dagger in the man's hand was knocked away. He was sluggish. He was sluggish for a moment, as if he had never thought that the result would be like this.

But in the next moment, the long sword slashed across his neck, and his confused head was held in the hands of the Stargazing Pope.

After stepping over the fallen corpse, the head in his hand was thrown out of the window and fell to the ground, rolling and attracting the attention of the figures gathered below. Fear, indescribable fear appeared on the face of the knight surrounded by warriors, followed by indescribable anger, but this anger did not last long, and a bright silver sword appeared in front of him.

It pierced through the knight's body.

In the chaos, the warriors, magic knights, and mercenaries who gathered here began to turn back, or rather, began to flee, fleeing from the burning manor in panic and fear.

A struggle for power fell to the end, but once again a brick was pulled out from the barely supported low wall.

The current situation should not be like this, and it is the same for all the guys in the city, but some people take that power too seriously.

It is not surprising that it is more important than anything else. The flames of desire are burning everything that is full of wisdom.

The man's head rolled on the ground, stained with blood and dust, not particularly decent.

In the distance, a terrifying explosion sounded.

The towering city wall did not collapse. In fact, the towering city wall was not cut corners and was indescribably strong. Unless a group of rat priests of the size of the grassland battle came here, it would not be easy to push down the city wall.

It was just that in the corner of the city, a warehouse storing kerosene, arrows, armor, and various supplies exploded.

The terrifying flames rose up.

If you look carefully, you can also see a black rat running out of the flames with burn marks on its body.

I don’t know if it was an accident or premeditated, the black rat led the team to attack the warehouse where supplies were stored, causing this terrifying explosion, and almost sent himself to the sky.

This is an extremely spectacular scene. It is not a good thing for the defenders of Jilang City who are still struggling to support it, but the impact is not that great. There is one such warehouse in each of the four corners of the city, and extremely large supplies are piled up in it.

This is an extremely rich city.

But now the city has come to the brink of collapse. All this is related to the dark ratmen, but the relationship is not that big. A large amount of supplies in the warehouse that was blown up to the sky were basically destroyed, but there are still three such warehouses in this huge city.

A message began to echo in the city like a thunderclap. A large number of magic knights showed a shaken look on their faces. The order issued by their respective loyal lords conflicted with what they were doing at the moment. The army began to gather and the collapse was about to begin.

The Stargazing Pope witnessed everything in the attic where the flames were burning. In the billowing smoke, the hurried footsteps echoed behind him. It was a few knights of the Church who rushed up. They were relieved after seeing the figure of the Stargazing Pope, but they did not dare to disturb the noble crown.

He stood in front of the window, watching everything outside the window.

After a while, he retracted his gaze. The fatigue on his face was so obvious that he did not stay here for long. He walked away. A strange scene appeared. The flames in the attic rose up, almost drowning the people present. The armored knights of the Church were not afraid of the licking of the flames, but they were not the only ones here at this time.

The Stargazing Pope who had lost his divine power was just a mortal.

The anxious knights raised their shields in their hands, trying to block the flames.

But how could the shields stop the diffuse flames? The bulging flames bypassed the knights of the Church, or engulfed them and the things they protected.

It was at this time that a strange scene appeared. The flames went out when they reached the body of the Stargazing Pope, and were blocked, or simply could not spread.

This was a very magical scene.

The flames could not infect his body. He seemed to have taken that key step. He was no longer ordinary, no longer a mortal, and became a hero. He should be happy, but his expression was so tired.

Obviously, this step was taken a little too late. When he was most powerless, he became a hero.

Nothing can be saved.

The ratmen outside the city began to surge, as if they had sensed something, or perhaps it was simply that manic guy who was adding more pressure.

The endless ratmen slapped the towering and solid city like waves.

The defenders in the city gritted their teeth and persisted in the waves, but the chaos that broke out in the city involved most of the rotation troops.

Not only that, the morale of the defenders on the city wall began to crumble.

The Pope of Stargazing was still trying to save it all, but it was in vain. The great nobles had become frightened birds.

Their alliance was also on the verge of breaking, and the leader of the alliance and some important members all died in the manor.

The foundation of trust had been broken, and they pulled up the army, summoned their knights, and rushed towards the city gate.

Such actions made the front line shaky, but the guys who left didn't care about that anymore. They only knew that if they didn't do something, they would die.

From the beginning to the end, the forces in the Golden Province were not of the same mind. They were just forced together under the threat of the ratmen.

The situation began to slide towards the worst scene.

It was difficult to tell the time in the darkness, maybe a day, maybe a few hours, maybe just half a day.

The defense was crumbling, and all the qualified guys who knew what was happening were thinking about saving themselves. In their opinion, the city was finished.

A large number of forces disappeared from the city wall without any signs.

First, the military mages, these guys were even more sensitive than those magic knights, then the magic knights, the merchants who managed logistics, the affairs officers, and the merchants with higher status.

They all disappeared on the city wall, and teams appeared in the city. This was an orderly collapse. Maybe at the beginning, they just wanted to wait and see, just thinking about self-protection, but when one after another left the city wall for self-protection, panic occurred. They didn't even remember to witness the final dispute between these great nobles and the Pope of Stargazing.

The winner was not revealed, but the result had already fallen.

Mercenaries in the city were recruited by the wealthy neighborhoods with money. Nobles of all sizes began to gather spontaneously, and their subordinates and servants were also the same. Mages began to launch those bulky experimental products, and you can even see some tall rock puppets in them.

Everyone felt that the ship was going to capsize.

Only those poor guys who were recruited, tempered, and numb and calm were left on the city wall.

Their bitter support was the same as what they did every day.

It was just that they could not defend without the help of those powerful and elite forces. When the last kerosene pot was thrown, there was no more affairs officer to supplement, and when the ratmen climbing up the city wall gradually occupied all the sights in the eyes.

The numb guys died in the fight, and the young and immature guys threw down their weapons and began to flee. The towering city walls did not collapse, and the heavy city gates did not fall, but the city was finished.

By the way, this anxiety and fear only appeared on the faces of the nobles and residents in the wealthy neighborhoods. In this darkness, the ordinary people and ordinary residents who occupied the vast majority of the city did not know.

They were also afraid and scared, but they were not afraid of the fall of the city, but the sneaky figures running in the darkness, and they were still afraid of the small group of rats in the city.

They were not qualified to detect the turmoil in the city, and they were not qualified to detect it at the first time. Of course, the objects of fear would not change, and they would still be these rats, but there might be a little more in number. The rats that came later were much more than those guys gathered in the city, much more.

On the walls of Gaosong, the bright fires were extinguished everywhere, and soon, all the walls dimmed, and then pairs of eyes, pairs of red eyes began to light up in the darkness.