No matter what Barna speculates, it is a fact that the Constructed Legion has been divided and divided.

With the death of a large number of construct soldiers, the command system of the construct army has gradually become paralyzed.

Only Barna, an old wizard who doesn't understand legion warfare, can't save the day.

A single black-armored alien soldier is already very powerful, but now more than two thousand black-armored soldiers who move neatly, quickly and without any confusion are simply an indestructible torrent of steel.

At present, the remaining construct soldiers have no way to defeat the alien army.

What makes Barna even more desperate is that until now, the number of opponents has not decreased at all.

Looking around, one could see a mass of black heads, and the sound of clashing swords made people's ears numb.

"Is there no price for the resurrection of these alien soldiers?" Barna murmured blankly: "Even if they are undead, their soul fire will become dim after being resurrected several times, but these people...

..”

The non-human being and the free-spirited real gentleman looked at each other, suppressing laughter in their hearts.

Of course, the player's resurrection comes at a cost, as levels and experience points will be lost.

But most of the people who have died so far are third-test players, and you can gain a lot of experience points just by killing one construct soldier.

What you gain is far more than the experience points you lose. Of course, it still looks the same as before, and in fact, most of the players haven't died a few times, so it's not a big deal.

In addition to the third-test players, the first-test and second-test players are all experienced people who cherish their lives, and their skills in running away to avoid disasters have been deeply rooted in their bones.

It would be difficult to kill them without four or five constructed soldiers.

These old players are no longer stupid. They hide quietly behind the third-test players and deal damage without making any noise or fuss. They deal the highest damage with the lowest sense of presence and run away as soon as there is a threat.

The black-armored alien soldiers were already approaching.

Before, I could only vaguely see their faces, but now I can even clearly see how many armor plates there are on them.

Barna knew that the situation had become increasingly dangerous, and now there was no more time for him to think about command issues.

If this continues, if the Constructed Soldier Corps is gone, I will die too!

Now I can no longer keep it, I can only hand over my trump card.

He took a deep breath, trembling lips and loudly ordered: "It's time for you Templars to take action, Bergrit! Kill all those black-armored alien soldiers for me!"

These black-armored alien soldiers are the key to changing the balance of the battlefield.

Barna believes that as long as these Templar Knights can kill all the black-armored alien legions, there will be a chance of victory in the future.

Even if there is no way to kill them all, it is possible as long as they can be forced back. In short, the attack of these black-armored alien legions must be restricted, and they cannot be allowed to continue to eat away at the construct soldier legion bit by bit.

The black-armored soldiers are indeed very strong, but they are not a strong opponent to the Templars.

No matter how strong a soldier is, he is still just a soldier.

However, knights are serious high-level professionals.

Not to mention that each of the twenty Templar Knights who are following now are at the Earth Knight level. Coupled with the improvements after the transformation, it can be expected that they will be unstoppable after entering the battlefield!

Following Barna's order.

Bergrit, with a solemn expression, immediately activated his bloodline power.

Transformed into a tall werewolf and rushed into the black armored army.

The black mane on his body is like steel nails, and his skin is covered with fine scales.

A player from the Xuanjia Battalion slashed Burgrit's body with his sword, but it didn't break the defense.

But the heavy sword in Bergrit's hand danced like a windmill.

Not only did it cut the players in the Xuanjia Camp in half, but other players around them also suffered.

A small piece of open space was cleared instantly.

Behind Bergrit.

More than a dozen Templar knights also activated their bloodline power.

Some have enlarged bodies, horns sprouting from their heads, and their faces are as ferocious as trolls; some have a sharp increase in magic affinity and magic power in their bodies, and their eyes are faintly glowing with light; some have angel-like wings growing behind them, flying into the air, pulling

When the bow shoots arrows, the golden energy arrows fall on the player's legion and explode like bombs.

The addition of these twenty Templar Knights brought great confusion to the players of Xuanjia Camp.

In less than two breaths, relying on higher-level power, the Templars fought their way through the legions of the Xuanjia Battalion. They seemed to be deliberately seeking revenge, and they were also under the command of Bergrit.

Gradually divide the player legion of the Xuanjia Battalion into pieces for the constructed soldiers to kill.

Barna watched the Templars chopping melons and vegetables.

The originally tense and low mood gradually recovered, and hope for victory in the war once again arose in my heart.

"Look, this is how powerful the Templars are! In fact, I have always believed that we are the ultimate victors of the war."

Barna proudly boasted about the true gentleman who did not do human things and fished for money.

There was no doubt that he was getting excited again.

However, the real gentleman who doesn't care about people and fishes for fish just smiles with compliments on the surface.

In fact, I was silently feeling sad for Barna.
Chapter completed!