Chapter 379 It turns out that Catherine is a witch
In the darkness, the knife light reflected the glow of the flames.

The blazing fire seemed to overshadow the moonlight above, while the noisy shouting and clanging of weapons made countless small animals tremble with fear.

"Holy Lord bless you!"

A sword hit the head of the militiaman in front of him. The militiaman was shocked and fell to the ground with a bang, revealing his white skull.

Raising his sword high, Ralph roared happily: "Farmer, dare you disobey the knight?"

After shouting this, Ralph saw the militiamen around him rushing over with their sun sticks. He supported himself with his sword and quickly hid behind his companions to rest.

The militia were still fighting desperately, but that did not stop the knights from advancing slowly.

The imperial knights on the city wall dismounted, but their fighting power was still outstanding.

Due to the interference of the fire in the city, the parliamentary army was not even as strong as these knights, let alone pushing them off the city wall.

Amid the choking smoke, the number of parliamentary soldiers on the city wall was decreasing, while the number of guards climbing up to the top of the wall was increasing.

The knights and guards present were all very confident, for they knew that they would have breakfast in the most luxurious palace in Rapid City tomorrow morning!
After using breathing techniques to regulate his heartbeat, Ralph's heartbeat gradually returned to normal. He immediately picked up his sword and charged towards the militiamen again.

"careful!"

Someone shouted loudly, and before the knights present could react, they saw something suddenly falling like raindrops in the night.

These grains of sand slid across their armor and got stuck in the gaps between their armor.

Ralph thought they were something dangerous, but surprisingly, these little gadgets did not cause any harm.

"What is this?" He picked up a brown-red seed and widened his eyes. "Sand? Hiss——"

Feeling a sting in his fingers, Ralph immediately waved his hand to try to throw away the seed.

But no matter how he shook his hands, this plant from the Great Desert of the Flesh and Blood Court was still firmly attached to his fingers.

He tore it hard and finally managed to throw away a small piece of skin attached to the thorn of the vine.

Is this a seed? When did it sprout?

Looking at the red vines twisting and growing on the ground like little snakes, Ralph swallowed his saliva. What kind of trick was this from those wizards?
"what--"

"Don't touch those seeds!"

Violent screams rang out all around him. The moment Ralph turned his head in confusion, he was so frightened that he took three steps back.

The knights who were originally fighting on the city wall had countless tiny red vines rising from the gaps in their armor.

On the shining plate armor, red vines were like red scars, constantly spreading and growing, quickly covering the knights' bodies.

These vines spread across the surface of their armor, drilling into the gaps and under the armor skirts.

"What? What?"

"It's magic, call the monks up quickly!"

"Ah, it's sucking my blood, it must be a vampire conspiracy!"

Under the helmets and the knights' terrified faces, red vines slowly climbed up from their necks, greedily sucking their blood.

The knights on high tried frantically to tear the vines off their bodies, but they either took away a piece of flesh or got stuck on their armor.

Most of the people had no time to make any unnecessary movements and were forcibly restrained by the vampire vines.

They removed their helmets and iron gloves and tried to stop the vines from crawling into their eyeballs.

But as soon as he took off his helmet, the militiamen hit him with their good morning sticks.

The knights fell down with their eyes wide open. Amidst the shattered brains and plasma, the vampire vines were still greedily sucking their flesh and blood.

This vine from the wasteland desert of the Flesh and Blood Court is the most familiar and feared thing by the local desert herdsmen.

How many horse herders and brave tribal warriors died in despair because they fell into the vampire vine trap in the oasis. Like the giant spider slime sand sculpture, the vampire vine is also regarded as the degenerate offspring of monsters. Whenever they gather in groups, they will have a certain degree of self-awareness.

There was once a court magician in the royal court who tried to tame them, but unfortunately due to his bloodthirsty and greedy nature, the magician had his back eye pierced and died.

However, some people claim that the magician actually succeeded in taming the monster, but he just played too big a game.

But today, these unruly vampire vines seemed to be obeying some orders and launched a frantic attack on the knights, ignoring the militia and parliamentary army.

Not only the vampire vines, the weeds on the ground were also growing at an alarming rate.

One centimeter, two centimeters, three centimeters, and finally it grew to one meter high.

These weeds were like poisonous snakes, wrapping around the knights' calves and forcing them to be unable to move.

"What are you standing there for? Attack now!"

Wearing heavy armor, Carl swept his sword and directly cut in half a knight whose eyes were covered by vampire vines. He stood up and yelled to the others.

But most people just stood there in a daze, looking at the horrific scene in front of them with fear. Some people standing on the edge even saw an even more horrifying scene.

Surrounded by a group of guards, Catherine's apple-green pupils glowed with a faint green light.

Wherever she looked, countless blood-sucking vines and weeds rose up and tightly entangled the attacking guards and knights.

From time to time, blood would flow from her nose and her face would become paler and paler.

But she still stood there stubbornly, controlling the plants to throw the imperial soldiers off the wall one by one.

Looking at the stunned postures of several senior partners, Mitternich patted their shoulders and said, "Stop looking. None of us have even killed a chicken before, so let's not cause trouble for them."

A partner pointed at Catherine with a trembling finger: "Witch?"

"Did you know this all along?" Another partner couldn't believe it either.

Mitten sighed, "How do you think the Magedi Chamber of Commerce defeated the bandits when they were smuggling? Why do you think the madder and blue flower fields of the Magedi Chamber of Commerce have such a high yield?"

“But, but…Oh.” The partners stuttered and spoke vague words. Not only others, but he himself didn’t know what he was saying.

Catherine, this famous female businessman is actually a witch?
Could it be that the rumors about Juanno colluding with the secret party were true? Then who was Juanno? Then what was their uprising?
Could it be some conspiracy of the secret party? Speaking of which, it is said that the Salvation Army in the east also has traces of secret party and witch activities.

Mitternich saw through their thoughts, but there was nothing he could do. He pushed them on and said, "We are all grasshoppers tied to the same rope, so don't think too much.

Instead of standing here in shock, you should quickly help put out the fire in the city. With Catherine here, at least Rapid City will not be lost."

As Mitternich said, when the first ray of sunlight shone on the wall, this wave of attack was completely over.

Judging from the losses, it is estimated that the imperial army outside the city will not launch a new round of offensive in the next two or three days.

But there was not much joy after victory on the city wall, instead there was a weird atmosphere.

Stepping on the dried blood, the city guards and militiamen bent over and picked up usable weapons and armor on the ground.

They often saw dried corpses whose blood had been sucked out by vampire vines, lying on the ground with hideous faces.

Although the wizards repeatedly emphasized that the vampire vines had withered, they still did not dare to step forward and strip off the knights' armor.

In the past this was their favorite thing to do, but today they were not in the mood.

From time to time, they would bend down and look towards the red tower.

After repelling the attack, their long-respected Lady Catherine fainted from exhaustion.

In the past, there must have been many people trying to visit, but today, the entrance of the Red Diaolou is deserted.

Everyone seemed to have a question echoing in their hearts:

It turns out that Catherine... is a witch.

(End of this chapter)