In Fortress No. 2, there was a roar of people and the sound of killing was loud.
This fierce battle has lasted for several hours.
Starting from midnight, the Dra Zerg began to launch a tidal wave of attacks.
One wave after another, rushing towards Fortress No. 2 like a tidal wave.
On top of the fortress, hundreds of lichs shuttled back and forth in the air like ominous crows, pouring all kinds of dark spells towards the bottom of the fortress.
The human priests and mages stood on the ground and kept firing into the air.
Black, green, yellow, white, blue... all kinds of spells crisscrossed in the air, unusually gorgeous.
Unknowingly, a gray light has appeared in the eastern sky - it won't be too long before dawn.
In the fortress, Amu, a soldier from the Fourth Division of the Lingshan National Independence and Freedom Army, kept shooting out. Due to the high-intensity fighting, he had forgotten how long he had been fighting, as if he had been in this bunker all his life.
Fighting involves repeating the monotonous action of loading, shooting, loading, and shooting.
Next to him, the machine gunman Anderson's machine gun still kept "Dangdang" firing, but the tunnel of the machine gun pipe had been hit, as if heated the iron bar in the stove, almost all of them were melted.
There was also a wooden barrel thrown next to him. This originally contained water used to cool down the machine gun, but at this time, the barrel was empty, and there was no drop of water to be found.
However, for the soldiers, this is not impossible. Whenever the temperature of the machine gun is too high, Anderson will shout, and someone will come over, pull down his pants, and urinate into the barrel of the gun.
As soon as the liquid touched the barrel of the gun, it made a popping sound. At the same time, streams of white steam came out.
The entire bunker was filled with a sense of arrogance.
But later, none of the soldiers could pee.
The ground inside the bunker was flooded with bullet casings - the fighting was going on without interruption, and no one bothered to clean up and recover the shell casings.
You know, because brass custom-loaded bullets are too expensive, the coalition forces have strict regulations on the recycling of bullet casings. In many cases, each department has to take the recovered bullet casings in order to successfully receive new bullets from the logistics department.
However, the logistics soldiers couldn't care less about this at this time. They desperately sent the ammunition from the rear to the front line of the position. Running back and forth, they were so tired that they stuck out their tongues more than a foot long like dogs.
Therefore, Amu and the others could only stand in the pile of bullet casings that could bury their feet and fight hard.
After a whole night of high-intensity fighting, the soldiers had exhausted all their adrenaline, and the fatigue was sweeping over them uncontrollably.
Amu felt that his calves were shaking, and his shoulders had lost all feeling. He couldn't even feel the recoil when he fired.
His arms were already numb and his fingers were sore. If he was asked to put down the gun now, he couldn't do it. Because his arms were completely stiff, he could only keep shooting.
The flamethrowers of the Orc Grenadier have long been thrown aside, and there is no fuel for them to set fire to their heart's content.
Right now, he was fighting like the soldiers of the Caribbean Division, relying on his strong arm strength to throw the grenades piled under his feet into the swarm of insects on the opposite side, or use his shotgun to blast the monsters that rushed in.
The mages of the coalition forces were behind them, throwing spells to the opposite side, killing a large number of monsters.
But the mage looked even more miserable than Amu and the others. Due to excessive consumption of mana, the mage's thick winter clothes had been soaked with sweat. His face was pale without any blood and turned into a dull blue-gray. His body was shaky and he was leaning on the staff.
To stand firm.
Many people took out stimulating potions and drank them in large gulps to stimulate the last bit of potential in their bodies, and then went into battle again.
The soldiers still fired bullets, and the wizards used all their own magic power.
The sequelae of excessive consumption of mana are very serious. Even if the battle ends now, they will have to lie in bed for several days, and they will not be able to relax for several weeks.
It is the desire for victory that supports them in fighting hard. They have all seen the scene of being rushed into the fortress by monsters. They will definitely be cut into pieces and eaten by monsters when the time comes - no one wants to be buried in the mouth of a insect.
When Anderson fired off the ammunition chain on the machine gun as quickly as possible, and then replaced the ammunition chain with a new one while cursing, a dazzling figure passed by the bunker.
He brandished a bright lightsaber, like a huge and sharp iron plow, flowing out a channel from the monster. Wherever he went, monster corpses were flying in the sky.
It was Marshal Lorraine who guarded the fortress.
Seeing the commander-in-chief fighting on the front line with his own eyes, Amu and the others were refreshed. Even the boss was risking his life, so they, the little soldiers, had nothing to complain about.
Moreover, Marshal 'Lorraine' had been fighting in person for several hours, and he was still as lively and energetic as before, running around the fortress and appearing there whenever the situation was critical.
This kind of situation can't help but make people sigh, this man is really awesome.
They were so tired from just pulling the trigger that they were almost spitting out their tongues, but Lord Lorraine was killing people with one sword after another.
With this physical strength... no wonder he has a girlfriend with more than two tables of mahjong.
As soon as Marshal Lorraine passed by, the insect tide in front of the bunker had already surged up again.
They opened their big mouths, roared, jumped over the corpses of their companions, and rushed towards the bunker. They could barely reach a distance of twenty meters.
Seeing this, Sylvie was immediately horrified and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Fire, fire, fire with all your strength..."
His voice had long since become hoarse due to shouting too much, as if it was mixed with sand and was extremely unpleasant to hear.
The soldiers all jumped up, raised their rifles, and fired at the insect swarm.
The orc soldier also laughed ferociously, and then tied twenty high-explosive grenades together with cloth strips. After pulling the string, he picked up the tail of the long cloth strip, spun it around a few times, and finally shook it hard.
Got out.
Although he used his greatest strength, so many grenades were still too heavy and could barely land at a distance of twenty meters.
Seeing this situation, all the soldiers in the bunker were scared to death - more than twenty grenades exploded at the same time, and the power was no less than a heavy artillery shell.
At such a close distance, they are likely to be affected.
Therefore, all of them fell to the ground while yelling curses.
But at this time, they saw that the swarm of insects had already stepped over Chi Chi's burning grenade, completely submerging it.
Immediately, a loud "boom" was heard.
A powerful shock wave mixed with dust rushed into the bunker's firing port like a sandstorm, causing everyone to cough.
They all got up from the ground immediately, all of them looking gray and disgraced.
Lamy was furious and yelled at the orc: "nmbd~! Are you crazy? Do you want to blow us up too?"
Amu suddenly became nervous: According to legend, these orcs all have bad tempers. They will fight with others if they disagree.
But unexpectedly, the orc soldier smiled honestly. He pointed outside and said, "Aren't you afraid of insects rushing up? Look, this effect is actually very good."
Everyone couldn't help but froze, and turned their heads to look outside.
At this time, it was seen that the gunpowder smoke outside had gradually dissipated, and the swarm of insects that originally rushed up had disappeared, leaving only a large pit with a radius of several meters.
Not far away, a bombed and maimed insect was screaming and struggling.
Immediately, a series of bullets flew in, tearing open its hard shell and drilling in. At the same time, streams of green liquid splashed out from its body.
The insect raised its head, roared one last time toward the sky, and then fell down in an extremely tragic manner.
Everyone couldn't help but sigh for a while. Although these insects were low-level creatures, they were so brave and awe-inspiring.
At this moment, someone heard someone shout loudly: "It's coming up again from behind."
Everyone was shocked and looked into the distance. Sure enough, they saw the insects behind them jumping and roaring, rushing towards them.
The soldiers raised their weapons one after another.
"Machine gun, how is the machine gun? Anderson, you idiot, hurry up."
Amid Sylvie's scolding, Anderson pulled the trigger of the gun hard and then pulled the trigger again.
"Chuchuchu..." The muzzle of the gun immediately spurted out a half-foot-long flame, and red dots visible to the naked eye rushed out of the gun chamber and rushed towards something not far away.
Those bugs fell to the ground in pieces like harvested wheat straw. But after only a second, the bugs behind them swarmed up again.
The lichs were fighting in the sky while constantly looking towards higher places in the sky. By now, the fight should have consumed enough human power, right?
Now, should the War Fortress go out and give the enemy a fatal blow?
But until now, there is still no order coming.
Don't you think the enemy's strength is not enough?
Since there was no order coming, they could only grit their teeth and continue fighting - this was a critical moment that related to the survival of the undead, and there must be no slacking off at all.
Otherwise, even if they survive in the future, they will only be hunted down by humans like wild dogs, and they will never have peace.
The lich Mighty Balder, who was holding the formation at the rear and monitoring the Zerg attack, watched the time pass by little by little. His patience gradually ran out, and he kept wandering in place, hesitating whether to fly to the war again.
Fortress, urge Ed Wood...
To the east of the No. 2 Military Station, on the Eagle Division's position, the soldiers all held their guns tightly, holding on to their positions, and stayed up all night.
However, the Zerg did not attack them in order to concentrate their efforts on attacking the military station.
Since it was dark, the Eagle Division did not take advantage of the opportunity to launch an attack. However, a huge open space had been cleared behind their position, next to the legion headquarters.
The soldiers were busy unloading pieces of metal plates from the carriage not far away, and then, under the command of the magician, they were pieced together on the ground.
If you look down from the air, you can see a huge magic circle taking shape...
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Seeing the high priest's sudden display of power, the elders of the Dragon Clan dropped the icicles that sealed the lava lake, and then they all retreated back quickly with unusual dexterity.
Everyone retreated to the entrance of the cave. The dragon elder Ivitrias held up a green light to protect everyone behind him. He watched the high priest of the undead opposite with high vigilance.
The cave echoed with the roaring incantations of the High Priest of the Undead, shaking the ground with each sound.
Ghost-like black shadows rotated rapidly around the High Priest of the Undead.
The voice of the undead high priest echoed in the cave, covering up all sounds, making it impossible for everyone to communicate.
But this did not affect Lorraine. Lord Lorraine secretly thought in his heart: "What is the soul-absorbing technique?"
Vera tilted her head and thought for a while, her beautiful brows furrowed. It seemed that this question was a bit difficult for Vera - she must not have studied well when she was in school.
After a moment, Vera's eyes lit up. It seemed that she finally remembered it. She leaned into Lorraine's ear and said loudly: "It's a magic that absorbs life force. It's one of the most powerful magics of the demon clan."
Lord Lorraine nodded clearly, and suddenly remembered the prototype of the Undead War Fortress, the powerful magic weapon of the demons, whose power came from its soul-absorbing ability.
It is said that wherever it passes, not a blade of grass grows, which is very powerful.
From the serious expressions of the dragon clan elders, we can also see the terrifying nature of the soul-absorbing technique of the high priest of the undead.
Suddenly, the roar suddenly dissipated. The cave instantly became quiet.
This sudden change from loud noise to silence made Lorraine feel very awkward. An unknown feeling arose in her heart.
Then, the surrounding colors became dim.
The magma, the stone walls, the ground, Lorraine watched helplessly as everything around him was fading rapidly.
They seemed to have been drained of the color inside, and quickly turned into a monotonous gray.
Even the boiling magma, which is as high as a thousand degrees, is quickly darkening, solidifying, and then turning gray-white.
The sound of "knock, click, click" could be heard from the surroundings as the rocks collapsed.
The rocks peeled off piece by piece like crushed dry soil, falling lightly like burnt dust.
The entire cave is crumbling.
Only the ground within the protective shield of Dragon Clan Elder Ivitrias still maintains a black color.
It is in sharp contrast with the surrounding gray-white rocks, which is very strange.
Lord Lorraine took a breath of air, this spell was too overbearing.
If he didn't have the protection of Elder Ivitrias, he would have to rely on the ability of the battle spirit armor to resist.
The final result is either that you can bear it by yourself and your vitality is severely damaged, or you can't resist it and are like the surrounding mountains and rocks, and you will be beaten by one person.
Lord Lorraine was secretly alert. Even though the High Priest of the Undead was still lingering on his last breath, once this old guy got angry, he would still be very scary.
After performing the soul-absorbing technique, the high priest of the undead suddenly became much thinner. He was already very emaciated, and now he has turned into a bamboo pole, with only skin and bones left.
It seems that this spell consumes a lot of money on him.
The high priest of the undead's eye sockets were sunken, but his eyes were still shining brightly, and he seemed to be more energetic than before.
Although the spell had stopped, the elders of the Dragon Clan did not dare to take it lightly and still carefully maintained the protective spell, waiting for the actions of the High Priest of the Undead.
The High Priest of the Undead glanced at Edwood behind the crowd, and said in a hoarse voice: "This is the road to becoming a god~!"
Edwood looked at the High Priest of the Undead in silence, but his eyes were shining, and he was very moved by the powerful power displayed by the High Priest of the Undead.
The High Priest of the Undead sneered and said: "If you follow me to conquer the world, I can teach you this power, but it's a pity..."
Morehouse Solas snorted coldly and said: "Wait until you master it yourself first. If you can become a god, you will have already become a god."
The High Priest of the Undead looked at Lorraine and the others and said proudly: "Although I cannot become a god, I can find a real god.
What I can’t get, no one can get.”
Morehouse Solas frowned and asked sharply: "What did you do?"
The High Priest of the Undead chuckled lightly and said: "A dozen dragons, I think such sacrifices will definitely satisfy him."
The cave began to shake violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.
The ground under Lorraine's feet shook violently up and down, left and right, and everyone suddenly lost their footing and hurriedly looked for support.
Vera hugged Lorraine tightly, and Lord Lorraine's sword was thrust into the ground to resist the shaking of the ground.
The surface of the frozen lava lake cracked and turned into pieces during the earthquake.
As the cracked ground shook violently, it suddenly arched upward, then fell violently, and then suddenly lifted up again, and so on.
It felt like there was something underneath, breaking through the rock barrier and struggling to climb out.
With a loud sound of rock cracking, a large hole suddenly exploded in the middle of the lava lake that solidified into rock.
Debris splashed everywhere in the cave.
Among the flying gravel, Lorraine saw a dark red fist. A huge dark red fist.
The High Priest of the Undead is not even as tall as this fist.
Then sticking out from the hole were thick wrists and arms covered with scales.
A scorching flame rushed out from the blasted hole and directly covered the rocks on the roof of the cave.
In the erupting flames, this huge arm slowly retracted into the hole.
Lord Lorraine was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear and said blankly: "What the hell is this?"
"It's not a thing." Dragon Clan Elder Morehouse Solas said slowly with a serious look on his face: "It is the Demon King of the Abyss."
The dragon clan members all clenched their weapons and seemed to be preparing to fight head on.
Forbidden Curse Mage Lester murmured: "Abyss Demon King... If you can capture him and study him carefully, please take a closer look."
Lorraine rolled her eyes at him angrily. Even if he was not a mage, he still knew how powerful the legendary abyss demons were.
To put it nicely, it's the instinct of mages. They don't know how to be afraid. To put it mildly, it means they don't know how high the sky is and how high it is.
The Abyss Demon King is just a name given to them by humans. In their world, they are called - gods!
Unlike the High Priest of the Undead, the most powerful person under the starry sky, they are truly immortal gods.
The wars between gods are clearly recorded in the Holy Canon and Oracle of the Holy See of Light.
The next second, a more violent vibration came.
Whole pieces of the cracked rock in the center of the cave fell down, and from the gaps in the collapsed rock, a dark red flame emerged.
Two...two huge claws struck the ground around the cave from the depths of the flames, smashing all the rocks into pieces with one blow.
A large pit several hundred meters wide was exposed in the middle of the lava lake. Inside the pit was a blazing flame, and a huge head slowly rose. (To be continued...)