Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 405: -153- Night Raid

Chapter 405: -153- Night Raid

Tonight was bustling.

Having taken the North Port Bridge, the spirits of the Duchy Alliance Army were greatly boosted. Though the Castel Bridge and the main island of North Port still posed tough challenges, as far as the Alliance Army was concerned, Castel’s retreat route had already been cut off, and the waterways on both sides were encircled; seizing this northern gem was only a matter of time.

A celebration, then, seemed only natural.

With the bridge taken, the main forces of the Alliance had successfully crossed the river and stationed themselves on the north shore of the Don River, completely severing the communication between North Port and the mainland.

The top echelons of the two duchies were even discussing the next plan to divide their forces and head north.

Of course, the attack would be a matter for the following day; after several consecutive days of besieging cities, the soldiers needed to rest and recuperate.

And as the night deepened and the midnight hour passed, the brightly lit military camp gradually quieted down.

Apart from the patrolling soldiers, the vast majority had already entered dreamland.

No one worried about Castel launching a night raid.

After setting up camp, the Alliance had established a temporary Magic Array around the Castel Bridge leading to the main island of North Port. With Transcendents taking turns guarding it, it was very secure.

Of course, the defenses farther to the rear of the Alliance were relatively weaker. Hardly had North Port Bridge been captured before the Alliance left only two tier-entering men, thirty Regular Transcendents, and one hundred ordinary conscripted soldiers to guard it.

The night deepened, and the gleaming Silver Moon climbed to the zenith. Moonlight, like water, spilled onto the sea, reflecting sparkling brilliance.

On North Port Bridge, the duty soldiers, leaning on their weapons, were half-asleep, dozing off in a daze.

A ghost-like shadow flittered across the ground, but it went unnoticed by the soldiers.

Only when the alert magic on the bridge lit up did the soldiers startle awake; however, before he could sound the alarm, a figure shrouded in black mist appeared behind him and slashed open his throat.

The soldier’s eyes widened, a look of horror flashing across his face.

As consciousness faded, the last thing he saw was a pair of blood-red eyes and a mouth with sharp fangs that bit greedily into his throat, hungrily sucking his blood...

On the bridge, one ghostly figure after another "floated" in from all directions, and the soldiers on duty, one after another, met their ends without even managing to raise the alarm, turning into corpses.

More and more ghost-like figures converged on the bridge from all directions...

The pristine moonlight shone on them—figures cloaked in black, their eyes a blood-red.

The Bloodline.

Or rather, the Bloodline and Blood Servants.

The reinforcement composed of the Nais Bloodline, along with their servants and followers, had already landed, concealed by the darkness!

Night was the main playing field for the Bloodline...

The North Port Bridge, which the Duchy Alliance Army had so painstakingly captured, had been unknowingly taken control of by the Bloodline.

...

At the Alliance Army camp, on the outermost fringe.

The soldier on duty dressed, picked up his weapon, and went to the guard post to take over.

"Pierre, it’s time to switch, your turn to sleep."

He yawned and knocked on the wooden plank of the sentry post.

A gust of night wind blew, causing the soldier to shiver involuntarily; he looked up at the moon and cursed:

"Darn it! It’s really cold tonight, the weather here in Castel is much worse than in Bold!"

However, after he finished speaking, there was no response from the sentry post.

"Pierre?"

The soldier frowned.

Another gust of night wind came, carrying a strong scent of blood.

At the smell, his expression quickly changed.

He rushed to push open the doors of the sentry post, only to find the soldier named Pierre had already fallen.

His face was pale, and he appeared to be in severe blood loss, with his neck already slit open.

The soldier’s pupils trembled slightly. Almost instinctively, he took out his whistle and hurriedly blew it, then he shouted:

"Attack! Attack— Ah!!"

Before he could finish, a ghost-like figure flashed toward him, thrusting a sword through his chest.

However, the alarm whistle had already been sounded, and the sleeping soldiers were suddenly awakened.

"Attack? Where?"

"Has Castel deployed troops?"

The soldiers sleeping in the nearby tents hurriedly got up, grabbed their weapons, but before they could get ready, several ghost-like figures rushed in.

Screams rang out continuously as the Bloodline began their slaughter, torches were overturned, igniting the tents, and the edges of the Allied Forces’ camp soon fell into chaos.

The disturbance grew larger, even alarming the nobles at the camp’s center, and by the time Third Prince Philip was awoken by his personal soldiers, groggily dressed, and stepped outside the barracks, the southern area of the Allied Forces’ camp was already ablaze.

"What’s going on? What happened?"

Watching the soldiers walking back and forth in the camp and hearing the distant clashes and screams, Third Prince Philip’s expression changed as he asked.

"Your Highness! It’s the rear! The direction of North Port Bridge! We’ve been attacked!"

The noble hurriedly said.

"The rear? North Port Bridge?"

Third Prince Philip was stunned, blurted out instinctively:

"That’s impossible! We have North Port surrounded; how could they possibly get behind us?!"

"Your Highness! It really is North Port Bridge! The enemy’s combat strength is very powerful, probably a group of Transcendents, our peripheral troops simply can’t resist!"

The noble spoke anxiously.

"Transcendents?"

Third Prince Philip paused for a moment, then quickly comprehended and solemnly said:

"It’s probably a group of Transcendents organized by North Port, taking advantage of the night to get behind us."

"Don’t panic, there aren’t many Transcendents in North Port, send the Regular Transcendents to intercept them, we can’t cause more chaos!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a whooshing sound came.

"It’s the Stone-shooting Cannon! Be careful, Your Highness!"

The noble reacted first, his expression shifted, and he dragged the Third Prince down.

Just as they hit the ground, they saw a stone projectile hit a nearby tent, tearing several soldiers into pieces amid screams.

It wasn’t until then that a faint sound of artillery came from afar.

"Where did these Stone-shooting Cannons come from?!"

Third Prince Philip was both shocked and enraged.

Following the sound’s source and picking up a telescope, the noble’s expression turned blank:

"It seems... it’s from the sea?"

"From the sea?"

Third Prince Philip paused.

But the next moment, he saw the noble’s expression change:

"Prince Your Highness! Quick, look! The sea!"

Upon hearing this, Third Prince Philip instinctively snatched the telescope and looked out to the sea, his expression suddenly changed.

On the vast sea, the fire gradually rose; the sound of artillery fire coming from afar, piercing the night’s calm.

The bright moonlight illuminated the sea, and the burning sailboats reddened the sky. There was an immense Oar-sail Fleet appearing on the periphery of the Joint Fleet surrounding North Port!

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