Although both sides were fighting with a fearless aura, the knights of the Duke of Aquitaine were superior to the defenders of the Bastille in terms of equipment, martial arts, physical fitness, and endurance. As the elite soldiers who were fighting in front died in batches, the defenders who followed him showed a weak attitude, and the rigid front finally began to move in a direction that was beneficial to the Duke of Aquitaine. The only four towers were soon captured two more.

The battle for the city gate has also come to an end. Facing the enemies rushing down from various towers, the defenders in front of the city gate strive to stick to the final line of defense. Once this line of defense is broken and the city gate is opened, ten times more enemy troops will enter one after another, which means the loss of the Bastille.

Even under the influence of Juvayus, the defenders' physical strength was on the verge of exhaustion. On the other side, the Duke of Aquitaine was riding on his horse, leisurely watching group after group of new forces climbing up the siege tower and joining the battle of siege.

The outcome of the war has basically been decided. The Duke of Aquitaine was thinking about the lines to speak to the citizens of Paris after entering Paris.

But at this moment, he saw Luka walking towards her with a gloomy face. No one stopped her, because the Duke of Aquitaine repeatedly warned others to treat her with courtesy. This was one of his ways to win people's hearts.

So Luka came directly to the Duke of Aquitaine.

"Duke, I have been watching this battle. At first I couldn't believe it, but now, I can be convinced without doubt that your army is coming back from the dead again and again! What is going on? What kind of witchcraft did you use?"

"Witchcraft? Don't use this derogatory word," said the Duke of Aquitaine. "You and your rebels have been besieging the Bastille for so long and have not captured it, and I only took less than a day, which is very effective, isn't it?"

"This kind of black magic is just a terrifying thing. My army is already talking about it, and I suspect you are the source of the Black Death!"

"What? Me?"

The Duke of Aquitaine was startled, and then he saw that Luka had pressed his hand on the hilt of the big sword behind him.

"Don't do stupid things! Draw your sword on me here, not only you, but even your army will be implicated!" He hurriedly stopped, "The one who caused the Black Death was the Earl of France who colluded with the Abraham Church. Isn't this already well-known thing?"

"But if you think about it carefully, there is no definite evidence that this was done by the Earl of France." Luca stared at the Duke of Aquitaine, "and you are more like a wizard than him."

She said as she moved her steps slowly. Although the sword was still on her back, her people were already looking for the best attack position.

Perhaps feeling a hint of murderous intent, the war horse under the Duke of Aquitaine neighed.

"My army and I are waiting for your explanation, Duke of Aquitaine," she said. "If we cannot satisfy us, my army will attack your flanks the moment I draw my sword. You should know the consequences."

The Duke of Aquitaine cursed Luka ten thousand times in his heart. He should have thought of it long ago - since these chaotic people would listen to him and spread nonsense and rise up to resist, then naturally, these people would doubt himself for no reason!

There are many guards around him, and Luka may not be able to hurt him. But his army is now fighting fiercely with the defenders of the Bastille. If he is hit by the flanks, he will easily be double-teamed on both sides, and the soon-to-be-winning victory will be ruined!

Although he was anxious, on the surface, he still maintained a calm look and persuaded Luka:

"Luka, since you can doubt me without any evidence, then no matter how much explanation I explain here, it doesn't make any sense. But, think about it carefully, no matter what, the Church of Abraham and the Earl of Ile-de-France are not your enemies! And your strength is not enough to shake them, and I must need my help! We are now comrades!"

"Comrades-in-arms?"

Luka still grabbed the hilt of the sword and looked at Duke Aquitaine suspiciously.

"I promise you that I will expel the Church of Abraham, kill the Earl of Ile de France, and make the Federation of Almany a powerful country without foreign enemies!"

"All we need is to eliminate the Black Death."

"I promise you! After expelling the church of Abraham and killing the Count of Ile de France, the Black Death will be quelled!"

The Duke of Aquitaine raised his hand and sweared to the sky, although he had no clue about it.

Luka's face was still full of doubt, but her hand gradually left the hilt of the sword.

The Duke of Aquitaine breathed a sigh of relief, and then put a smile on his face:

"Don't doubt me like this anymore. We are now comrades in the fight together. Look, with the help of this magic, we can capture this fortress before dark!"

Speaking of this, he pointed his hand in the direction of the Bastille with confidence—

A sword and sword flashed, and he groaned in pain and fell down the horse. Looking at Luka on the side, he also covered his chest with pain, looking like he had been pierced through his heart. Not only the two of them, but all the guards beside the Duke of Aquitaine were knocked down by the sword shadow at that moment, either lying on the back of the horse or falling to the belly of the horse. Each of them looked like he was seriously injured.

Hestein swung his sword on the wall.

No one can tell when he came to the city wall. When he was first noticed, he was wielding his sword, but now he is still just wielding his sword.

There were no enemies or opponents beside him, because everyone who saw him swing his sword fell to the ground in great pain; there was no blood on his body, nor on his sword, because no one could get close to the distance that could be touched by his sword.

He was just waving his sword, alone, alone, and his movements were fast and slow. The tragic battlefield around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

No—there is no more tragic battlefield. With him as the center, both sides of the war crawled on the ground like wheat blown down by the wind. Those who did not see him swing their swords were still standing on the battlefield, but the sudden sound of silence also made them stand in place in a daze, not knowing what was going on.

"It's Mistertin."

Luka squeezed out a few words from her teeth in pain:

"Why did the sword clan on Antillia come to help the Count of Ile-de-France?"

On the city wall, Hestein put away his sword and took a few steps to Mary, who was holding her head in pain.

"I thought about it when I was having a snack. If someone else captured Paris, things would be troublesome."

He stepped on Juvayus who had been thrown to the ground, and then put his sword on Mary's neck.
Chapter completed!