Chapter 425: Aunt Catherine, You Are So Heavy
Amid the broken walls and damaged floor tiles, in a gravel alley about seven or eight meters wide, the Salvation Army infantrymen holding rifles moved forward step by step.

Rows upon rows of holy guns were fired, and the guards in the alleys on the city walls fell down in rows like mowing grass.

Even if the remaining people were not killed, their organization was destroyed. At this time, the most elite armored infantry rushed forward with spears, axes and halberds.

You know, these thousands of cavalry infantrymen who came to support are all the most elite Old Guards.

Although they had almost no horsemanship, they managed to make it all the way from the Lacey River to Rapids City by working together with the cavalry and holding on to the horses' necks tightly.

Thanks to Elad's act of removing the bolt of the city gate, the Savior Army was able to easily enter through the gate, and the guards guarding the city gate didn't even have time to intercept them.

After all, most of the elite guards were transferred to the North Gate to intercept civilians, so the South Gate where Jeanna arrived was even more spacious than a football goal.

After a flash of lightning, the reinforcements led by Jeanne easily captured the city gate in less than ten minutes.

The black and red flag representing the Salvation Army was raised on the top of the city wall. The old guards formed into small teams and stabbed the spears in their hands into the necks of the guards guarding the gate.

Blood spurted out of their tracheas and their larynx were broken. These second-rate guards were no match for the Saviors.

Even if there were occasionally armored soldiers who were able to charge in the opposite direction and cause some damage to the Savior Army, they were quickly surrounded and killed by the war monks whose organization, resilience and morale far surpassed theirs.

The entrance of the South City Gate was filled with fleeing people, especially after seeing Jeanne holding the head of the Knight of the Fang in her hand.

Rushing in from the city gate, dozens of five-meter-wide Salvation Army infantry squads began to clear out the enemy along the streets.

Whenever a knight rushed over and tried to attack them, he was met with three rows of black gun muzzles, and the flying lead bullets bounced back and forth between the walls and the earth piles.

The knights fell off their horses one after another, but even if they managed to reach the Saviors in time, they would still be greeted by swung halberds and stabbing spears.

In the narrow streets and alleys, the knights could only exert 50% of their original strength and fell one after another under the guns of the advancing Savior Army infantry, including some lone Imperial Knights.

Blood foam spurted out of the horse's mouth, the broken spear shattered all over the ground, and the lead bullets hit the wall and exploded into clouds of dust.

Civilians with tears in their eyes poked half of their heads out from behind their walls or cellars and stared blankly at the Saviors in front of them.

They all wore the same clothes—

A brown and black jacket with ripped brown long sleeves buttoned up, and a red sash tied around the waist with a bag of lead bullets and smelling salts hanging from it.

The fabric of the leggings rubbed against each other, and the fresh ankle-high leather boots stepped out in an orderly manner, and the neat sound of the steps was like the footsteps of giants.

The Savior Army, as straight as a line, looked like a huge spiked dump truck charging from the perspective of ordinary citizens.

The knight who had been acting as a dump truck was the one killed by the flying bullets.

More and more cheers rang out, and every time a knight fell, people standing on the roofs or opening the round windows in the attic would cheer for the Salvation Army.

"Get out of the way!" Hearing the increasing cheers behind the wall and the black-clad figures surging on the city wall, Carl stumbled to the second floor of the house.

Behind the dancing vines, groups of church troops were retreating from the west gate, led by the half-commanded command company led by Elad.

Along the way, countless militiamen rushed out and frantically blocked their steps, as if they wanted to avenge the previous massacre.

"Lady Catherine! Lady Catherine!" Carl waved at Catherine in the sky with tears in his eyes. It was the first time that the bearded man cried so sadly.

Even though his vision was blurred due to his serious injuries, he could still see Catherine's current condition clearly.

Her cheeks and eye sockets were sunken, her shiny brown-red hair was withered, and the huge amount of blood loss made her three times thinner than before. You have to know that although Catherine is 31 years old, due to the witch's lifespan of 150 years, her physical condition is no different from that of a girl in her twenties.

But now her once tender skin was covered with fine wrinkles and scars. Catherine seemed to have aged 20 or 30 years in an instant and was almost becoming a grandmother.

Listening to Carl's shouts that seemed to come from the endless distance, Catherine barely opened one eye and looked at the city in front of her from the air.

There were houses with flames and shattered streets, but between the streets and the houses, knights were falling down wailing and guards were fleeing with the howls of ghosts.

Even Elad himself was trying desperately to dodge the bricks thrown at him and headed towards the west gate regardless.

Outside the long vine wall, a little girl covered in lightning was leading hundreds of cavalrymen to charge back and forth, knocking the infantry knights all over the place.

Not far from the infantry knights, hundreds of black-clad soldiers were advancing towards them step by step.

Are those reinforcements? Where are they coming from?

Looking around the entire Rapids City, Catherine's eyes soon locked onto the black and red sun gear flag on the top of the city wall not far away.

The Salvation Army? Yes, it was the Salvation Army. They really arrived in time. Catherine's mouth curled up. They really arrived!
Rapid City is saved!
The moment this thought came to mind, except for the vampire vines wrapped around Catherine, all the vampire vines that were still wriggling turned from purple to withered yellow in almost one second.

The soft and rotten blood-sucking vines oozed human-like pus and fell from the air in small drops. Catherine's thin body slowly fell along with the broken vines.

She felt as if she had turned into a feather, swaying from the air and falling straight towards the ground.

He could hear screams and the sounds of countless people and horses running, all rushing towards him.

Falling to death after saving the city doesn't seem like a graceful way to die.

With a bitter smile on her lips, Catherine still couldn't open her eyes, but it didn't make any sense to her anymore.

Her mission was accomplished, so there was nothing wrong with her dying like this.

Allowing a witch who saved the city to survive would be a huge disaster for the citizens.

Although the withered blood-sucking vines pulled her down, the hard ground was still getting closer and she could hear the whistling wind.

ended.

A smile played on Catherine's lips.

But surprisingly, what greeted her was not the solid ground, but a strong wind rising from the ground.

Then a pair of strong arms reached out and supported her calves and back. Compared to her cold body, the arms pressed against her skin were unexpectedly warm.

It was just like the warmth that Juanno felt when he picked her up from the cold snow, making her unable to help but curl up like a cat.

Catherine opened one of her lazy, half-closed eyes and saw a young face in the dim light of the sky.

A moist breath with the heat of a teenager came to her ear, followed by a sentence that made her remaining blood and energy rush into her brain:
"Someone come and catch it, this auntie is so heavy, my arm seems to be broken...Auntie, please don't move."

“…Oh my god, this goat’s blood-sucking vine is sucking my blood! A witch doctor, a witch doctor!”

(End of this chapter)