Lord Of The Magical Beasts 484 The Great Slaughter

In order to celebrate their victory, all the people of influence within the city had gathered at the majestic Saint Peter Castle. One by one, they congratulated the Red-robed Archbishop Carell with smiles on their faces, as if having bathed in the spring breeze. In Saint Peter Castle, any n.o.ble who had a leg to stand on would have had close relations with the Church. If the Church prospered, they would prosper, and if the Church suffered any losses, they would also stand to lose!

The fine wines that had been kept away for hundreds of years were carried forward jar by jar. Its fragrance spread to every corner of the church. The well-trained servants were quick in their movements, once in a while rotating the meat that had been roasted to a golden brown. The beautiful female missionaries carried cups of fine wine, flitting here and there like b.u.t.terflies…

Lavish and formal!

n.o.bles big and small all attended the event, surrounding the Red-robed Archbishop Carell like stars twinkling around the bright moon. Powerful military officers, highly respected missionaries, powerful Spellcasters…Basically, anyone who had any bit of power and prestige were all gathered together.

"Lord Carell, thank goodness for your brilliant command. We will not be able to stand here and celebrate with gla.s.ses raised, if not for you. Let me toast you on behalf of the Bapo Family!" a middle-aged Duke with a big belly said, full of smiles, toasting the Red-robed Archbishop Carell beside him.

"Yes, just with this contribution, Lord Carell will be able to go down in the record books of the Church!" Looking at the radiant Red-robed Archbishop Carell, another n.o.ble outright flattered him.

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Under the lead of some of the more influential n.o.bles, everyone started to toast the Red-robed Archbishop Carell, flattering him ostentatiously. Suddenly, a strange howling noise sounded through the entire castle. Immediately after, an earth-shattering, strange 'chirp chirp' sound was heard. That type of noise was unforgettable by anyone who had gone through the plague.

"Oh no, it's the howl of a large group of Marmots. Quick, gather all the soldiers, hurry!" the Red-robed Archbishop commanded loudly. Even though he did not know why there were so many Marmots howling together within the city, the Red-robed Archbishop instinctively felt a strong sense of danger.

With his command, the military officers who had drunk themselves into a stupor, physically jerked awake, charging outside after drawing the sharp swords they had on themselves, and pouncing on the warhorses outside the church, getting ready to gather their troops urgently. The n.o.bles who were just a moment ago enjoying the festivities were now looking for their loved ones in the panic, and could not wait to leave the church as soon as possible.

The people had reacted quickly, but unfortunately, it was too late!

With a sharp howl, a large group of Marmots suddenly emerged from within the small forest near the church, coming in waves. In a blink of an eye, they completely surrounded the church. One team, two teams…More and more came. Looking down from the top, one could see the ferocious Marmots everywhere, as if all the Marmots in the Ural Mountain Range had arrived.

"Guards, close the main door, hurry, close the main door!"

"Spellcasters, attack, quickly, don't let them get near!"

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Seeing that they could not charge their way out, a few officers made a decision on the spot and quickly ordered the soldiers to close the main doors of the church. The accompanying Spellcasters cast Wall of Fire one after another, or released Icicles, in hopes of keeping the astonis.h.i.+ng numbers of Marmots outside, while they wait for the Great Army to arrive and help.

The guards of the numerous n.o.bles were all high-level Warriors or Spellcasters, specially chosen from hundreds. The soldiers guarding Saint Peter Castle were also elites chosen from thousands of Guardian Knights. The Red-robed Archbishop Carrell himself had even trained to a level of Domain Spellcaster. Working together, everyone relied on the heavy door and the city walls to defend against the first round of attacks by the Great Marmot Army. However, the terrified n.o.bles had not yet heaved a sigh of relief, when a group of Giant apes, all more than five meters tall, suddenly appeared a short distance away. They were furiously charging this way, wearing heavy battle armor, and carrying Giant Obsidian Bats, the size of the pillars of a house!

The Magical Beasts Army?

Seeing the Marmots that seemed to have infinite numbers, the Giant Apes with a murderous aura, and looking again at the flying Magical Beasts that blanketed the sky and the earth behind the Giant Apes, the people were stunned. Just a moment ago, they were celebrating their victory. But, unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, the other party had soundlessly broken in and attacked!

Howl…

Depending on the durable heavy armor, the Giant Ape King took no notice of the fireb.a.l.l.s and crossbow arrows released by them. With a high jump, the Giant Ape King charged to the front of the main door of the church with a whoos.h.i.+ng sound. Using his heavy bat, and with a hard smash, the main door fell with a clanking sound. The ground shook like there was an earthquake. After mastering the Energy Realm, his strength had reached an astonis.h.i.+ng level. He had displayed his terrifying destructive capability to perfection!

Under the command of the Giant Ape King, the Magical Beasts Army swarmed forward, focusing their attacks on the commanders of various troops, big and small, and the Spellcasters. The densely packed swarm of Marmots followed after, devouring any soldier that was blocking the way like a black hole. The black swarm had countless numbers of Marmots. Some of them charged in from the main door, and some came in by scaling the wall. Some of them even rapidly dug a hole at the corner of the wall, coming right through it and ferociously attacked the terrified n.o.bles. They tore their throats out, gouged out their eyes, and dug out their hearts. They even swarmed together and, in an instant, tore the other party into pieces...

"Hold on. You must hold on!"

"Ah, help, help!"

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Faced with the ferocious attacks from the Great Magical Beasts Army, and faced with the wave after wave of Marmots that could not be vanquished no matter how many they killed, there was chaos in the church. Some people hid everywhere in panic, some of the people were so frightened that their legs went weak, there were also some who gritted their teeth and held on, hoping that the soldiers within the army camp would hear the news and come to their aid.

Howl…

If it could be said that the sudden attack by the Magical Beasts Army caused the people to go into a terrified panic, then the howls and earth-shattering cries from all around them sent them into utter despair and hopelessness. Standing on the tall clock tower of the church on could see that the whole castle had fallen into a sea of Magical Beasts. There were bloodthirsty and ferocious Magical Beasts everywhere, and countless Marmots with razor-sharp teeth and claws.

While Saint Peter Church had been completely surrounded by countless Marmots, the walls of the castle and army camps were hit even harder by the Magical Beasts army troops!

After emerging from the ground, the Marmots ferociously attacked the soldiers on the city walls and the Spellcasters in the Magical Tower. With wave after wave of Marmots taking the place of those fallen, the Marmots rapidly overwhelmed and drowned the other party with their sheer numbers. Many soldiers did not even have the time to react before dying, one by one, under the Marmots' razor-sharp teeth and claws. The Magical Towers within the city had more than enough energy and was astonis.h.i.+ngly powerful, but unfortunately, faced with the sudden appearance of the large groups of Magical Beasts, the Spellcasters who were caught unaware did not have time to react at all. Most of them were torn into pieces by the lightning-quick Magical Beasts even before they finished chanting the incantations.

Within the castle, there were four huge army camps in the North, South, East, and West. Each camp had powerful giant crossbows and Magical Towers, good for defense and hard to attack. Unfortunately, no matter how powerful they were, they could not hold out against the Great Magical Beasts Army that covered the earth and blanketed the sky. Most of the drunk soldiers had not even come to their senses before getting overwhelmed by waves of Magical Beasts. The stubborn resistance of a few soldiers had no effect at all, like a few small waves in the ocean.

It was not that the soldiers were incapable, but there were just too many ferocious Magical Beasts, especially the lightning-quick Marmots. There were just too many of them to kill. After just having hacked one to death with a sword, ten immediately appeared. Even a hundred could be pouncing. Not to mention the ordinary soldiers, even the Great Swordsmen, and Great Spellcasters, could not hold out against the ferocious storm-like attacks of the Magical Beasts. The few Sage Level Experts and Domain Experts were occupied with the high-level Magical Beasts like the Demoness and the Dark Dragon King. It was good enough that they could stay alive, how could they even help others?

Under the command of the Demoness, the Great Marmot Army swarmed into Saint Peter City like a flood, killing everyone they saw, and swallowing everyone that blocked their way like locusts. Along with the help and cooperation of the flying Magical Beasts like the Horned Bee Beasts, Vampire Bats, Twin-legged Flying Dragons, and Dark Dragons, it was as if they were able to slay everyone they met, including G.o.ds and Buddha. Very quickly, cries of anguish were heard incessantly in the castle, and blood flowed like rivers. When Ashnamov and Elder Klive led the Great Army back for the kill using the Teleportation Spell Formation, the castle already looked like h.e.l.l, with corpses strewn all over.

Slaughter, insanely great slaughter!

For hundreds of thousands of years, the Church had put uncountable resources and effort into Saint Peter Castle. Basically, the residents of the city were all devotees strong in their faith, or big and small n.o.bles who had deep connections with the Church. With the toll of the church's bell, the pa.s.sionate devotees all rushed into the streets to fight to the death with the Great Magical Beasts Army on the streets. Unfortunately, not only did they not manage to hold off wave after wave of the Great Magical Beasts Army, but the numbers of their dead and injured increased. After a while, with the stimulation of the fresh blood, the b.e.s.t.i.a.lity of the Magical Beasts erupted, and they killed whoever they saw, indiscriminately. Not to mention the Demoness, even Yang Ling could not stop them in that moment of them.

After that, seeing that the end was more or less set, Yang Ling just found an empty area and laid out the Great Wizard Altar, and sat cross-legged on it. He then began collecting the immense numbers of souls using the Crystal Skull. The civilians would not be in danger if they hid in their houses, but if they were to stubbornly charge outside to fight to the death with the Great Magical Beasts Army under the bewitchment of the missionaries, then no one could be blamed for them courting their own deaths.

Huge amounts of Soul Energy was needed for him to level up to Soul Wizard. It was such a rare chance to encounter so many souls, so he naturally could not let this chance go. After using the Soul Tampering Technique to tame the astonis.h.i.+ng number of souls in the air above the castle, his Soul Energy increased in leaps and bounds. Not only was he getting closer and closer to leveling to Soul Wizard, the jade pendant that the Great Elder of the Dark had given him also grew redder and redder. He was also a thin line away from leveling up to the so-called Divine Level Expert on the continent.

Was this a punishment on himself from G.o.d?

Standing high up on the clock tower and looking at the innumerable Magical Beasts, and seeing the completely besieged Saint Peter Castle, the Red-robed Archbishop Carell felt like his heart had been cut by a knife. He only had complete hatred for the Lord of the Magical Beasts, Yang Ling. He had just been fantasizing about his meritorious deed of successfully defending Saint Peter from attack being recorded in the Church's historical records, and spread far and wide for generations. He did not expect to fall from grace, into h.e.l.l, getting silently attacked by the enemy in the blink of an eye. He could have never thought that all his efforts that he had put in over this long period of time had all gone to waste in an instant!

Buzz…

Just as the Red-robed Archbishop Carell was depressed to the point of wanting to kill himself, suddenly, a strange sound came from the Teleportation Spell Formation deep within the church, giving off a colorful glow. Immediately after, troops of Knights in silver armor emerged, their sharp lances glinting with cold light.

The Honorable Knights Team?

Looking at the calm and steadfast Knights in silver armor, and thinking of the secret mission he had received not too long ago, the Red-robed Archbishop Carell was overjoyed and moved to tears. The Honorable Knights Team had the so-called strongest Knights in the continent. Every Knight had the power of Great Swordsman and above. They were part of the main forces defending the Holy City. With such a powerful army, Saint Peter Castle could finally be saved!