When the small building collapsed under the gunfire, the battlefield was full of tension and noise, and no one noticed this inconspicuous building located on the edge of the city wall.
In fact, the reason why it was hit by the magic cannon was entirely because it was too close to the west gate of Delong.
The dark mage on the war fortress didn't notice anyone on the roof, but just followed the usual practice of covering the entire place.
The defenders in the city were busy avoiding the artillery fire that fell from the sky, and did not pay attention to the collapse of the small building. They did not even know that there was an intruder on the roof of the small building.
The operations of the Ghost Team have always been top secret. Except for Cardinal Sandos, no one in the Holy See Legion has the qualifications to intervene.
In fact, if the Holy See was not too tight, Lord Luo would not even be willing to send them to the battlefield.
Just like when the American Marine Corps warriors killed President Kennedy by thousands, for these ghosts, when the enemy emperor was walking on the palace lawn or holding a grand parade, he would hold a sniper rifle and shoot from 800 meters away.
, blowing his head off with one shot can unleash their greatest power.
In this cold way, those who are against the prince will understand the serious consequences of offending the prince. At the same time, it will also deter the potential enemies of the prince.
Instead of throwing these precious talents into the flesh and blood grinding mill of the battlefield.
As a die-hard brother of His Majesty Pope Neodos and Lord Lorraine, Cardinal Sandos also valued these two people who were full of mystery and intimidation.
They can work with grenades and ascetics to reinforce Delong, and their abilities will never be low.
Therefore, he honestly followed Lord Lorraine's order: leave them alone.
For this reason, the cardinal also specifically instructed his officers and soldiers not to disturb the two members of the ghost team, but to just provide them with everything they need.
Looking back afterwards, Sandos suddenly realized why when he saw these two people, he felt that they were full of murderous intent - when they looked at me, they did not hide the murderous intent in their eyes.
Out of professional habits, when the two bastards saw each other entering, the first thing they thought of was how to kill each other in the most clean way.
When facing those two men, Sandos could even feel a biological instinct of danger, as if the next second, they would jump up and slit your neck with a knife.
This made Cardinal Sandos shudder, not only the Cardinal, but also the officers and soldiers of the Bayer Legion. Facing these two strange people, it was best to stay away from them.
Half of the small building collapsed, burying the two people in the thick pile of rubble. The soldiers of the Holy See were busy avoiding the lich and the dark mage at the moment, and did not take a second look here.
Bricks and rubble piled up into a small mound, standing quietly on the spot, like a huge tomb, completely burying the two people.
The war fortress of the undead roared towards the city, and huge shadows quickly passed over the tombs.
The fighting and noise gradually faded away, as if this place had been completely forgotten.
After a while, a small piece of gravel slipped from the hillock, then rolled all the way and fell on the road not far away.
Immediately afterwards, I heard a "wow" sound.
A big hand covered with dust suddenly stretched out from the ruins. Looking from a distance, the lonely hand stretched out from the ground seemed to be stretched out from hell.
In the next second, an intruder suddenly emerged from the ruins.
He pushed away the tiles on his body with his shoulders, then sat up from the rubble with a hula, shaking off the rubble on his body.
At this moment, his hair was full of dust, and his face and body were also completely transformed into dirt.
Through the dusty, almost marble-like surface, one could vaguely tell that this was the sniper.
He just sat in the middle of the rubble, breathing heavily, holding the rifle tightly in his arms like a treasure.
He touched a handful of ashes stuck to his face with his hand and glanced around blankly, as if he couldn't figure out why he was in this place.
After a few more seconds, his body shook violently, as if he remembered something, and then he turned over and knelt on the ground, desperately pushing away the rubble with both hands, and soon discovered the colorful camouflage uniform of the observer.
The shooter grabbed his clothes with both hands and pulled the observer out from the rubble.
"Fortunately, this guy can't see any obvious superficial injuries," the shooter checked briefly and then breathed a sigh of relief.
He slapped the observer's face hard twice and said urgently: "You kid, wake up~!"
The observer groaned and then opened his eyes, he was just stunned.
The observer who woke up opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of mud, all of which splashed on the shooter's face.
Then the observer pushed the shooter away, lay on the ground, pinched his neck and coughed hard. Everything spit out from his mouth was full of dust, and even the phlegm he spit out was black.
After spitting out almost all the dirt in his mouth, the observer sat down on the wall, took a long breath, and looked at his still flexible hands with a silly smile.
If he had been slower than half a second, he might have been reduced to a skeleton.
The dark spell just now can corrode half of the wall.
The shooter also let out a breath, his arms trembling slightly because he was so excited just now.
He shivered and took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He tore open the seal and pulled out a cigarette, holding it in his mouth. With his other hand, he flipped open the lighter with a "bang" sound and started lighting it. He put it to his mouth and lit it.
Take a breath and stuff it into the observer's mouth.
The observer smiled slightly while holding a cigarette in his mouth, then coughed twice violently and said in a hoarse voice: "Did you kill him?"
The shooter also lit a cigarette, frowned and thought for a moment, spread his hands and said helplessly: "I don't know, the gunfire blocked it. However, it must have been hit..."
The observer flattened his mouth, smiled bitterly, and said, "I hope we catch a big fish."
She patted his shoulder and stood up. He picked up his rifle from the side and said with certainty: "It should be so. That boy De Rossi thought he was lucky, so he handed him over to the people below."
Then he cursed bitterly and said, "Damn, my gun can't be used anymore."
The scope of the rifle was shattered and the butt was cracked at the base, where it had been hit against the wall while rolling downstairs.
The shooter pulled the bolt with his hand and took a look inside the receiver. It was filled with fine dust.
At this time, there was a piercing scream outside, and the unpleasant sound hurt the ears. The two people couldn't help but cover their ears.
Countless black figures jumped down from the war fortress suspended above the city and came towards where they were.
Dark mages and lichs want to seize the city gate.
The observer suddenly jumped up from the ground, pulled out the revolver, and said: "We can't stay here anymore, go get our spare weapons."
The two people jumped out from the ruins, avoiding the sight of the dark mage who was landing, and moved towards the city along the corners of the streets and houses.
Above their heads, dark mages and lichs roared past, throwing various spells at the ground unscrupulously, suppressing the Holy See soldiers on the ground, allowing them to open the city gate calmly.
The two ghosts who were running wildly suddenly heard a roar above their heads. Without any hesitation, the two ghosts pounced to the left and right respectively.
The shooter broke through the window and jumped into the house. The observer jumped over the corner of the house and immediately hid against the wall.
Then he held a pistol in one hand and looked around the corner cautiously.
A dark mage was floating at a height of seven or eight meters above the ground, holding a staff in his hand, looking at the ground with a grin, and shouted: "Hey, I caught two alive, they are as despicable as human beings, you can't run away."
Already."
"It's really a door-to-door deal. Business is getting better and better," the observer snorted. He didn't mind adding a black pointed hat to his record.
Besides, the dark mage is in the air, so they can't run away even if they want to. They have to drop him thousands of times.
The observer stepped out from the corner of the house, half of his body still hidden behind the corner of the wall, knelt on one knee and raised the revolver in his hand.
The dark mage was surprised by this guy's initiative to come to his door. He saw that this guy didn't even have a weapon, but held a long silver pipe in his hand. He dared to show up in front of him. This was purely seeking death.
"Stupid human beings." The dark mage smiled contemptuously. This month, he had seen many desperate humanoid soldiers or civilians. They rushed towards him flying in the air with bare hands. This kind of behavior was stupid and ridiculous. He was waiting for death.
That's fine, you just have to struggle.
The dark mage waved his staff and said contemptuously: "Since you want to die, I will help you."
The observer on the ground had a regretful expression on his face, sighed, curled his lips, and said to himself: "There is no sense of accomplishment at all."
The observer held the gun steadily with both hands, calmly aimed at the dark mage's head, and then pulled the trigger. The hammer struck the exploding crystal at the bottom of the cartridge case.
"Why is this human not afraid?" The dark mage felt surprised. Just when he was accumulating mana and preparing to use a corrosion spell to turn this human into a puddle of pus, the top of the iron pipe in the hand of the human on the ground glowed red.
Flash, and then the dark mage knows nothing.
A loud gunshot was heard outside.
"It's like hunting a duck." The observer muttered, watching the dark mage's body fall from the air to the ground. Then he quickly turned away the hammer, waved to the assassin hiding in the room, and said, "Quickly leave."
Such a loud gunshot, it is impossible for the enemy to fail to hear it.
Sure enough, several dark mages flew over following the sound, and soon found two humans running wildly on the ground. They threw their hands and sprinkled spells on the two humans.
The observer raised his hand, raised his arm with the instinct he had trained thousands of times, and fired a shot at the black shadow that was chasing closely behind him.
The dark mage flying at the front fell from the air in response, and several of his accomplices around him shouted and fled away in an instant.
The observers fired several shots at them indiscriminately until all the bullets were used to prevent them from approaching any further, and then ran wildly while reloading.
Several dark mages looked at the two running humans on the ground in a daze. They looked down at the two twisted companions lying on the ground, and they still didn't understand what happened.
Why did the guy on the ground flash a yellow light in his hand and the dark mage in front of him died?
However, they also understood that the two men on the ground had strange weapons in their hands, which were much more powerful than crossbows and could penetrate their mana shields and kill them.
This discovery made them look at each other carefully. The noble dark mage was actually killed by two ordinary humans?
This... this is not scientific~!
Everyone knows that mages have an overwhelming advantage over ordinary humans, and they have hundreds of ways to torture these ordinary humans to death.
This is also the reason why mages have a high status, because they control high-end military force.
But the fact before us is that the two dark mages who have experienced many battles were killed by ordinary humans on the ground.
These dark mages watched helplessly as the two humans escaped and did not dare to catch up. They did not want to become the third one.
"A bunch of trash~!" The hoarse voice of the Lich sounded behind the dark mage. He glared at these dark mage and rushed towards the two members of the ghost group like a vulture.
"There are those who are not afraid of death~!" The observer sneered, aimed at the target approaching quickly in the air, and fired a shot. From the feeling, he could judge that he should have hit, but the black shadow in the air just shook, and it was even more fierce.
Pounced over.
"Damn it," the observer suddenly remembered another dark creature - the lich~!
It was difficult for guns to be effective against them. Seeing that he was already behind them, he had no choice but to yell: "Run away."
The shooter nodded, holding the gun and dove into the alley next to him. The observer aimed at the lich in Yaokong and fired several shots to attract his hatred.
The Lich stared at the revolver in the observer's hand and said: "It's a very interesting weapon. I think it is necessary to study it."
Just when the Lich took action... "God said, let there be light~!" An old and deep voice sounded.
The dazzling white light passed over the observer's head and enveloped the lich. In the light, the lich screamed like a night owl.
Then the black shadow of the lich fell from the holy light and fell heavily to the ground.
A haggard ascetic monk walked over tremblingly, leaning on a withered cane.
No one could have imagined that his thin body, which could be blown down by a gust of wind, actually contained such powerful holy power.
The lich on the ground struggled to get up, with only a set of burned white bones left in his body. The green light in his eyes flashed and danced, and he said in a hoarse voice in fear: "Ascetic monk?"
The old man didn't answer, he held the thorn staff tightly, quickly gathered his holy power, and prepared to launch a fatal blow.
The lich's figure quickly bounced off the ground, turning into a swirling black smoke, and quickly retreated while shouting loudly: "Retreat, it's a trap~!"
It's too late to say it, but it's soon.
The moment he screamed, a spear shining with holy light flew out from behind, grazing the observer's body and flying past, chasing the fleeing lich.
It penetrated the Lich's body in the blink of an eye and nailed his skeletal body to a wall.
The paladin, whose whole body was wrapped in silver feather-patterned armor, appeared next to the ascetic, and it was the spear he threw.
"Purify." The ascetic monk took action, and a rain of holy light enveloped the struggling lich.
He roared with his last voice: "Blade Guards..."
The sound spread throughout the vicinity of the West City. Upon hearing the shrill cry, the lich and dark mage immediately took off into the air and flew back to the hovering war fortress without looking back.
Everyone could clearly see the ray of holy light just now, and the tsunami-like fluctuations of holy power coming from the city had already allowed them to confirm that there was indeed a powerful priest lurking here.
What a joke, Priests and Blade Guards actually appeared in this broken city~!
If the priests alone are not scary, they have a fatal weakness, they cannot fly.
As long as you use the War Fortress, you can kill them at will beyond the limits of the Holy Light.
But with the addition of the Blade Guards of the Pope of Light, the combat effectiveness is different. To the Lich, they are like owls hovering above the heads of mice.
The combination of Dervishes and Blade Guards can even damage the High Priest of the Undead. These Liches are no match at all.
The lichs didn't know how many clergymen there were in the city. They didn't hesitate to retreat without hesitation. In their view, this was undoubtedly a trap prepared for them, leading them to the ground and ambushing the clergymen.
Sudden attack.
In this case, it will be difficult for the Lich to fly again.
The Silver Wings Guards, which the Holy See spared no expense in training, were prepared for them.
During the war a thousand years ago, the lichs of the high nobles were chased everywhere by them like rabbits chased by wolf dogs.
At this time, the Silver Wing Knight roared, and the Pegasus flapped its wings flexibly, and ran out quickly. The Silver Wing Knight jumped on the Pegasus, and then stretched out his hand to pull the ascetic onto the horse's back.
The knight shouted softly, and the silver-winged Pegasus ran quickly along the street, waving its wings vigorously at the same time. It rose into the air in a few seconds and chased after the undead in the sky.
The war fortress suspended above Delong City quickly withdrew and flew to the top of the Semitic military camp in one breath.
The Holy See's Blade Knights did not pursue them, they just hovered over Delon City like a demonstration.
Lich Enes, who led the entire war fortress, fell from the sky and angrily broke into the big tent in the center of the camp. As soon as he entered the door, he reprimanded in a shabby voice: "Why didn't you attack just now?"
The Ascetics and the Silver Winged Knights are only the enemies of the undead, not the enemies of the Semites. If the Semites had attacked on the ground just now, they might have wiped out the Ascetics.
Then he was stunned for a moment, and saw dozens of Semitic generals standing solemnly in the middle of the tent. In the middle of them, one of them was lying quietly on the ground with his back facing him.
What's going on?
At this time, a general raised his head, his eyes were red, and he said in a sad voice: "Master, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he has been assassinated."
"What~!" Lich Enes stared blankly at the ground and entered his body. Although only half of his face was left, he also recognized that it was King Maskinot, the beloved general of the High Priest of the Undead.
Seeing this scene, he couldn't hold him accountable, so he could only curse bitterly: "Damn it."
The Semitic generals were helpless at the moment. They looked at the lich Enes as if they had seen a savior. Enes was the high priest and the number one lich, with a high position of authority.
They asked for help: "Master, what should we do now?"
Lich Enes is also in trouble. He has just seen the Silver Wing Guards and Dervish Monks in the city, and wants Semitic soldiers to deal with them. As long as the soldiers attack the city, the priests will be helpless no matter how powerful they are.
"I'll go ask His Majesty for instructions." Lich Enes could only report the problem.
Even if the high priest makes a decision immediately and appoints a new commander, it will take at least a while to come and go. The Semitic generals looked at each other and asked: "What should we do before the new order is issued?"
Lich Enes said angrily: "How do I know that you are the generals?"
After saying that, he walked out and hurried back to the war fortress.
Then, more than a hundred roared and flew westward.
In the city, the two members of the ghost team raised their necks and watched the undead war fortress disappear into the clouds. They took a breath and smiled at each other with the joy of surviving the disaster.
Looking at the silver-winged Pegasus of the Divine Horse in the sky, Shooter sighed with emotion: "The boss is right, war is the confrontation of the system."
The observer smiled relaxedly and said, "Let those with wings send a message to the boss. I think we can buy some more time."
On the battlefield, every minute and every second is precious. Perhaps just because of a delay of one or two days, the entire war has changed.