This female swordsman was Luka. Although she kept her door closed, she rushed to the front line as soon as she heard that the Bastille was besieged by unknown enemies. Her sword moves were simple and sharp, and she was at the critical point of the Count of Isle France. With just one move, the Count of Isle France realized that this was a powerful enemy. The moment the two figures crossed, the sound of the collision of the swords sounded more than ten times. After the bodies were intertwined, the two sides flipped their bodies in the air and fought three or four times with each other, and they stopped until the two bodies were far away from each other to a position that the sword could not reach. The Count of Isle France had the upper hand, but failed to hurt Luka, and his movement trajectory in the air had changed because of this fierce confrontation. His body had begun to fall. If he no longer thought of some solutions, he would not be able to touch the chains of the suspension bridge.

But at this moment, another murderous intent came from below!

The Earl of Ile-de-France had no time to turn around and directly carried the sword to his back, so he barely blocked the sword that was coming from below. He twisted his neck and saw that Luka jumped back from below. This was beyond the expectation of the Earl of Ile-de-France. In his opinion, there was no place to rely on the city wall. As long as it was not a flying bird, it was impossible to jump back.

But Luka jumped back and launched a series of attacks on the Earl of France in the air. The Earl of France was unable to adjust her posture, and she was completely at a disadvantage in this round of battle. However, Luka swung several swords, stepped on the city wall with both feet, and flew out horizontally. She grabbed the edge of the ladder in the air, and shot down a swordsman who was climbing the ladder with several swords, then stepped on the ladder and quickly returned to the city wall.

The people of the Count of Isle of France were all swordsmen who had received good swordsmanship training in Antilia. Luka fell, one after another, and one confronted him. The defenders on the city wall just watched the fun, but these swordsmen admired them very much. On the other hand, although the Count of Isle of France had the advantage in swordsmanship, he was beaten by Luka, so he could only fall helplessly into the moat below, and finally crawled back to the shore like a water dog.

"Luka is here!"

"Luka is here!"

"Miss Luka is here!"

The defenders on the city heard a burst of cheers, and their morale was extremely high.

Antillian swordsmen had suffered heavy casualties, and the hope of capturing the city became increasingly slim. But under Zeus' protection, they were still climbing the city wall without fear.

"Enough!" the Count of Ile-de-France climbed up and shouted, "Retreat!"

Zeus's protection dispersed from the crowd, and the group of swordsmen finally stopped their movements. Looking at the tall city walls and the densely packed enemy troops on the city walls, fear arose from their hearts. Even without the orders of the Count of Ile de France, they were ready to turn around and run away.

"There are torches on the transport truck!" cried the Earl of France, "If there are no torches, go get one and light it up!"

Two hundred torches lit up on the ground, and at the same time, the number of sieges was clearly understood by the number of defenders.

"It seems that there are only a hundred people on the other side!" Someone shouted, "Let's just go down and catch them back!"

The Count of Ile de France ran, and looked back at the city from time to time. This retreat was a bait. Although the swordsmen of Antilla seemed to be defeated, as long as he used Zeus's protection, the group of swordsmen could immediately regain their morale and fight back. If the enemy abandoned the city wall and chased them, on the flat ground, his magic and the swordsmen's own swordsman's own swordsmanship would definitely defeat the chasing enemies.

However, Giles beside Luka shook his head:

"If you dare to attack the Bastille, you will have evil things if you are abnormal. I think there are most of the enemy's large troops behind you. You are not allowed to pursue them. When it dawns, you will find out the situation."

Luca stood on the city wall, squinting at the direction where the Earl of France retreated: "Gilles... the person I just fought with, do you look familiar?"

"Is that so? It's too dark and I don't see clearly." Gilles said, "It doesn't matter who it is. Attacking the Bastille is our enemy. I think they must be trying to interfere with tomorrow's public trial."

After a while, Luka nodded.

"That's right." She said, "Gilles, the city cannot be without precautions. The matter of public trial will be left to you. If you take half of the soldiers back, I will garrison here."

"I'm just thinking that," said Giles. "But Luca, you must remember to stick to the city wall. Just jump off the city wall just now, don't do it anymore. When I finish dealing with the Earl of France, I'll support you immediately."

Luka didn't say anything anymore, her eyes were always staring at the distance where the torch left.

After realizing that the defenders would not come to pursue, the Count of Ile de France weakened his feet and collapsed to the ground.

Antillian swordsmen came in scattered ways, sitting, lying, kneeling or lying on the ground to recover their strength. The siege failed, coupled with the casualties of their companions, their mood had fallen to the bottom. And their attitude towards the Count of Ile de France became less polite.

"What count...you said before, what are you doing last resort, right? What exactly is that?"

When someone asked this, everyone turned their attention to the Earl of Ile de France. They were not subordinates of the Earl of Ile de France. No matter what, the Earl of Ile de France had to explain this failure.

The Count of Ile de France lay on the ground, staring motionlessly at the moon in the sky.

"Of course there is a last resort."

"Not only has it, but it's also very simple. You don't need to bleed to save Mary."

"Because I am Caroling, the Count of Ile-de-France."

"Yes, I am the Count of Ile-de-France they are going to be tried publicly."

"Since Paris cannot be reclaimed, isn't it clear what to do now?"

——"Who is Mary?"

The group of swordsmen from Antilia looked at each other. They knew that until just now, they thought they were attacking Paris to deal with the Duke of Aquitaine.

The Count of Ile-de-France laughed.

"Sorry, I lied to you."

"I'm sorry for you. Not only that, I'm sorry for the Knight King, I'm sorry for the Swedish King... I'm sorry for too many people."

"But no matter what... I can't be sorry for Mary."

The earth suddenly started to shake, and from a distance, there were chaotic footsteps and horse hooves. Several Antillian swordsmen who were far away were already screaming in horror: "Enem! A large group of enemies are rushing towards us!"

"Chasing? At this time?"
Chapter completed!