Chapter 56: Alley Battle

  The Scarlet Crusade did not surround but chose a direction to cut in directly.

  The heavy knights at the forefront formed a battering ram, while the gunners extended their long guns from behind and launched a direct assault on the outermost defensive fortifications. The elves, who were not skilled in construction, could not build particularly strong defenses, and with an extreme disadvantage in numbers, soon the west side of Elven Town was lost.

  Several streets were instantly filled with fully armed Crimson Flame soldiers, who did not rush to pursue, but maintained their formation and slowly advanced forward, thoroughly sweeping and even destroying the buildings on both sides along the way.

  The entire legion was like a steel giant with its bloody mouth wide open, revealing countless sharp teeth, ready to swallow Elven Town and Mide's army together, and then crush them.

  However, before long, without realizing it, a fog had risen.

  It rained silently.

  The fog is white and so dense that one can only see twenty meters away. The rain, however, is black and so profound that it absorbs all fire and light.

  A crimson banner with golden flames embroidered on it quickly disappeared from view.

  The neat and uniform footsteps of the steel boots gradually became disordered.

  The spear and sword pointed from firmness to hesitation.

  Loud commands, starting in succession.

  On the rooftops, in the alleys, beside the ruins, and at the windows of those old buildings, bow after bow was drawn taut, dagger after dagger was silently unsheathed, while the eyes of beasts glinting with a faint light and the blades of spinning wheels radiating a cold glow slowly emerged from the dark lanes.

  At the moment when the Scarlet Crusade penetrated into Elwynn Town, in the white mist and black raindrops, the elves darted forward and finally launched a fearless counterattack.

  Dozens of different locations, at the same time, battles erupt.

  The clashing of swords, the brave battle cries, the anguished wails, the calm commands, the panicked screams, the hot gusts of magic explosions, the light trails left by arrowheads piercing through the mist, the muzzle flashes when guns fired... Light and shadow, language and sound, countless different things intertwined, dyeing the entire Elven town in a bloody hue of gunpowder.

  In an instant, this place has become the most intense battlefield of alley fighting. Every intersection, every narrow passageway, and every high point have all become crucial points that both sides are desperately vying for.

  The spirits were few in number, and the communication and transmission of the Scarlet Flame Legion were severely restricted in the fog and black rain. Both sides had obvious weaknesses, so exchange became a necessity. For every fallen spirit warrior, two, three or even four Scarlet Flame soldiers would have to pay with their lives. This was a cruel and bloody battle, without any so-called art of war, nor any legendary divine brushstrokes, but simply the burning of life.

  However, on such a cruel battlefield, there is still a troop that, like sharp claws, tears open the enemy's camp and is unstoppable.

  Midi leads the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry.

  "Follow my sword." As usual, Midei gave only the simplest of orders before charging forward without hesitation.

  The orders had long been given, and though Middy would never forget his identity as a commander, always keeping an eye on the changing battlefield, he would also absolutely not forget his identity as a warrior.

  In such a crucial battlefield, Mide is an important force, so he must go to the front line and exert his greatest strength.

  Not just his own strength, but also the power of those Night Blade Leopard Cavalrymen.

  In a street fight, if there is still an existing formation of group advancement, it will become the hardest bone to chew.

  At this time, if there is a team that can turn into a heavy sword and strike down all the phalanxes, then the Scarlet Flame Legion will be thoroughly dispersed and fall into the ocean of fog and darkness.

  Midi led three hundred Night Blade Leopard Cavalry in a continuous loop, just to make such a crazy slash of the heavy sword.

  The black-haired youth's hand still held that massive sword, over a meter in length, giving off an overwhelming sense of intimidation. In reality, no one could withstand Midie's charge. As always, wherever he went, he was able to open up a bloody path and create the best opportunity for the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry behind him to attack.

  Turning around a street corner, another mixed team of heavy knights and wandering gunners appeared before them. There was no hesitation in Middy's eyes, and as soon as he saw his opponent, he charged forward with a focused and calm gaze.

  Bullets and swords immediately came pouring in like a splash of water, but amidst the dense onslaught, Bloodtooth Leopard suddenly leapt up with a speed that was hard to capture with the naked eye, and landed on the wall with its four claws. Then, with another twist of its body, it flew over the heads of the heavy knights and landed among the wandering gunslingers.

  The bursting bullets and the noisy gunfire suddenly fell silent.

  At this moment, the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry has caught up, countless spinning blades flying over and shooting, weaving a metal wave in the air, one wave after another hitting the Tower Shield, coordinating with Middy's charge into the formation, suppressing and disintegrating this enemy team.

  In the midst of the surging sword light and erupting demonic energy, this team finally collapsed. Midie, who had charged into the formation, was covered in blood all over his body, dyeing him entirely red.

  It was another small victory, and the accumulation of countless small victories would tilt the balance of the battle and bring about ultimate victory. However, after Midie understood the situation on the entire battlefield through magical communication, the result he calculated was contrary to the victory in front of him.

  For every victory, there are many defeats.

  Perhaps it's not a failure, to exchange one person for the lives of three or four others is already a great success, but even if such results are obtained, in the end, the first to collapse will still be the spirit side.

  There was only one Medii, and the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry had only about 300 men. In a battle like this meat grinder, they couldn't turn the tide of the situation.

  The cold winter wind blew, passing through the misty fog, and landed on Mide's body, but it couldn't move his originally flowing black hair. Because at this moment, the hair was already soaked with the enemy's blood, now sticky and tangled together, just like Mide's complicated mood at this time.

  What should I do? Midei asked herself in her heart.

  Form a shrinking formation to defend against the siege? If they are surrounded, even the interference of fog and black rain will not work.

  Night Blade Leopard Cavalry accelerates? It's already the limit now, if it gets any faster, the first to lose combat effectiveness will be this group of elite warriors, not the enemy.

  Summon the demonic vines? This isn't a forest, and Alice's magic isn't infinite. To control the entire Elven town, the girl had already consumed a lot of magic, and she must leave some for a burst. And in the worst-case scenario, Middy hoped that at least Alice could escape.

  One by one, Midy ruled out the options and finally came to a conclusion.

  If you want to make the enemy collapse before collapsing yourself, you must kill the enemy commander.

  Perhaps under the interference, the command effect has decreased a lot, but it still has some effect after all. Moreover, the existence of General Red Fox itself is the greatest psychological guarantee for the combat of the Red Flame Army.

  We have to kill that person in order to turn the situation around.

  Portes? Saith, also known as the Red Fox General, a great swordsman of level 40.

  Mi Di is now at level 28, although his physical quality has already reached that of a 35-level Ghost Swordsman. However, the Red Fox General also possesses extraordinary physical qualities. Moreover, he allegedly wields a fearsome long sword called "Shadow Blade", under which countless people have died.

  At level 28 against level 40, even if it's a transcendent job changer or has the top-tier experience of having memories of rebirth for twenty years and a second awakening, the chances of winning are still not high, and may not even be half.

  But since this was the best option, Mide would not hesitate.

  Wasn't I reborn just to defeat these enemies that were originally impossible to defeat?

  "Alice, give me the location of General Akatsuki. Where is that commander's flag now?" Midori activated the brooch embedded in her collar and began to inquire using magical communication.

  But this time, the Fog Witch didn't respond.

  "Alice?" Meddy furrowed his brow, and a sense of foreboding involuntarily rose in his heart.

  And in the next moment, before he could ask anything more, the fog began to disperse rapidly.

  The black rain stopped as quickly as it started, and the dark winter clouds floating above the town also gradually disappeared into the air, as if they had never existed.

  The clouds dispersed, the sky appeared, and the sunlight finally shone on the ground again, bringing warmth and light.

  However, Mei Di's heart was as cold as it had been frozen by the severe winter.

  On the rooftop of a building about half a kilometer away from him, a white cat was desperately running for its life, but in an instant, a long whip with a blade as sharp as a living snake swept across it.

  The sharp blade cut through the white cat's fur, cutting into its flesh and blood, but did not bring out any fresh blood. On the contrary, what splashed up was a piece of white mist.

  But even so, this white cat still suffered a heavy blow, rolling on the ground several times, and couldn't even get up.

  This white cat is the true form of Fog Demon "Night's Feast", one of the strongest summoned beasts of the Fog Witch.

  Across from him, a woman with white hair and black armor was playing with a snake-like sword that moved as freely as a whip in her hand.

  At the same time, on top of the highest bell tower in Irvin Town, a black cat was struck by a cross-shaped slash that emitted a faint, dark glow, and countless shadows splashed out all over its body, like black blood. Under the impact of the powerful force, it heavily crashed into the wall and was completely cornered to death.

  This black cat is the true form of "Dark Shadow Cloak", a night demon.

  Standing in front of it was a woman with gray hair, also wearing black armor, and the long sword in her hand was emitting powerful magical fluctuations that could even freeze souls.

  Two great summoned beasts were severely injured.

  But their beautiful and sensitive mistress, prone to anger, had no time for them at that moment.

  At this moment, a slender and long sword appeared from behind the Mist Witch, its owner had silver short hair, and a lean figure that was fast beyond belief. In an instant, the sword had pierced through Alice's back, chest, and the sharp blade that shone with cold light accurately pierced the heart of the Mist Witch, bringing up a line of bright red blood flowers.

  Like a dying rose in bloom.