The demon army composed of night demons, gargoyles and death row prisoners fell in pieces under the dense barrage, causing heavy casualties.
In the sixth era, the new steam force technology and assembly line military industry system on the human side allowed ordinary human soldiers to play a role in the war. The dark camp obviously did not expect this, and was still using the old-fashioned human sea tactics to siege the city.
A boring loss.
But now it's too late to adjust tactics.
Due to the participation of ordinary soldiers in the battle, the number of spears and cannons on the human side increased several times, and the firepower increased dramatically. The second demon army that attacked the city was quickly killed in pieces in a hail of bullets.
There was almost a river of blood flowing under the iron wall, and amid the roar of artillery fire, there was a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.
However, due to the existence of the Supervisory Team, this motley army of demons could not retreat and could only continue to charge.
"We can't continue like this. The elite of our clan have been sacrificed in vain."
Seeing the clan members falling one by one, especially a Gargoyle Grand Duke who was killed by the Faloran Ax King, a Gargoyle Prince couldn't bear it any longer.
He was surrounded by the surging dark force, turned into a black hurricane, and flew up to the airship mothership in the center of his head.
"Dear Your Majesty Walter, human beings are so shameless that they even send mortals to the battlefield. It is not good for us to waste them like this."
On the deck of the mothership, Prince Gargoyle strode up to General Doom, the commander of the dark camp, and advised him.
He could accept the sacrifice, but it was not cost-effective to waste his elite life with a group of mortal soldiers.
The Doomsday General was shrouded in thick black smoke, and he lowered his head when he heard the words.
A cold oppressive feeling came overwhelmingly from the front, and the Gargoyle Prince trembled physically and mentally, followed by a desperate suffocation feeling, as if even his soul was being strangled by the devil.
So strong!
He was horrified and his face was pale. When he came to his senses, his back was already wet with cold sweat.
His Majesty Walter's eyes glowed with purple-red luster, and he said indifferently:
"Do you have any good ideas?"
The Gargoyle Prince couldn't help but tremble, lowered his head and said: "This... not available for the time being."
As soon as he finished speaking, Walter raised his hand casually, spread his fingers, and a ball of dark green light wrapped in thunder exploded out of his palm. The gargoyle prince was swallowed up by the light flow without even having a chance to react.
The body was instantly disintegrated, shattered into countless gray-black ashes and disappeared into the air.
The "Demon Emperor" mothership fell silent for an instant, you could hear a pin drop, and all the dark princes and dark monarchs fell silent.
Doomsday General Walter put down his hand and said coldly:
"Since there is no other way, then don't come here and talk nonsense!"
No one responded.
The senior leaders of the dark camp were watching their noses and their noses, pretending not to see anything.
The leader of the gargoyle clan, the Dark Lord Andris, nicknamed "The Stone Dragon King", remained silent and lowered his head to show humility.
He didn't stand up for his people, and even scolded him in his heart.
Idiot, what can you do if you don't come over?
In such a crucial large-scale war, even the Dark Lord is in danger of falling, let alone some elite demon warriors.
Sacrifice is inevitable, and no one cannot sacrifice.
Anyone who stands up to intercede for the people at this time is ignoring the overall situation and shaking the morale of the army. Of course, the commander-in-chief will kill him without mercy.
The movements on the Demon Emperor's airship were naturally captured by the human kings on the opposite side.
On the "Emperor" airship, Charlemagne raised his eyebrows, with a sneer on his face, and said:
"You've just had two batches of cannon fodder die, are you a little bit restless?"
Since the war started, more than 100,000 people have died. It can be said that corpses are everywhere, which is very cruel. However, to the top leaders of the two camps, most of the dead are just cannon fodder. No matter how many there are, they don't feel bad.
The higher-ups of the demon camp were a little bit unsatisfied, or because they felt that it would be too much of a disadvantage to consume them like this.
The opposite side wholesales ordinary soldiers and low-level force firearms, replacing many dark counts and dark marquises. This is a huge loss for the dark camp.
"Roar!!"
A gargoyle prince rushed to the iron wall, and his body released a rich earth element aura, which merged with the soil and the fragments of swords and shells on the ground, and turned into a five-foot-tall earth-yellow giant and stood up.
He forced himself to take a few shots from the Force cannon, with flames rolling around his body and blood splattering on his body, but he ignored it and waved his huge metal-wrapped fist, hitting the iron wall with all his strength.
clang--!!
The huge clang of gold and iron echoed throughout the battlefield.
Centered around the khaki giant's boxing point, circles of cracks of varying sizes appeared on the first iron wall that was riddled with holes.
The next second, with a loud collapse sound, a section of the first iron wall outside Dune City collapsed, and countless metal blocks, earth and rocks flew into the air.
Boom! Boom!
Raphael and Carlos, the gun ghost, took action almost at the same time. The spear lingering with the holy ice spirit and the magic spear emitting hot red flames were like two auroras, penetrating the body of the earth-yellow giant!
The tip of the spear blasted a huge hole in the earth element giant, and the two heavens of ice and fire erupted together. The gargoyle archduke exploded and disintegrated with a scream, and blood spilled all over the ground.
His sacrifice was valuable, and a corner of Dune City's first line of defense was finally torn apart.
"Great, we broke through the iron wall!"
"Comrades, charge forward, fight in, fight in quickly!"
"For the glory of darkness, long live the Demon King... Oh oh oh oh oh oh ——!!"
The demon army's morale was greatly boosted, they cheered and roared, and rushed in along the collapsed iron wall.
Some strong demons took the opportunity to rush up to the city wall and fight with the human defenders above, or they continued to attack the iron wall to widen the gap.
More demon soldiers rushed towards the second line of defense.
At this time, the trap was triggered again.
The ground suddenly collapsed and the filthy swamp surged, swallowing hundreds of green-faced and fanged night demons.
The magic spider webs condensed and connected one after another, intercepting many demons. Various poisonous clouds spread, ruthlessly harvesting their lives.
There are also alchemical bombs and force mines being triggered, sometimes blazing fireballs expand and bloom, sometimes wind blade tornadoes sweep across like a meat grinder, sometimes ice cones rise from the ground...
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"Ahhh...save me, pfft!"
A vampire earl was triggered by an ice bomb and his feet were frozen. Just as he was about to call for help, a sharp ice pick penetrated his butt like a spear, pierced his chest, and then stabbed out of his throat.
The screams stopped abruptly.
"Don't push! There is a swamp of death ahead... Plop!"
"Help, help, I'm stuck in the spider web!"
"Ah ah ah... run away, it's all traps, this place is full of traps!"
As the saying goes, go in with a big smile and cry for your father and mother to escape.
This miscellaneous demon army immediately followed in the footsteps of the ghouls and was trapped and killed by various traps. They died tragically and their morale collapsed.
Faloran's war preparations are still very complete. The three iron walls outside the city are each stronger than the other, and there are also traps in the middle. It can be said that every step forward by the demon camp will be paid in blood...
Charlemagne stood on the mothership overlooking the battlefield, his red cloak flapping in the strong wind. He waved his hand and said:
"Death row camp, attack and regain the first line of defense!"
Vanguard armies and cannon fodder such as death row camps exist in both the human camp and the demon camp.
In the death rows of various countries, there are always some extraordinary beings who have committed crimes and are detained. Sending them to the battlefield is also a good way to deal with them.
As long as you bravely kill the enemy and gain enough military exploits, you can clear your name and regain your freedom.
If you die, it will be over.
Farrowland's death row camp was dispatched, organized into three teams, and attacked from under the second iron wall. There were about 500 people, a mix of good and bad, including nobles, murderers, people from underground organizations, and enemy spies.
Among them, one of the twin stars of the church, the "Holy White Sword" Michel, who had just caused a big commotion not long ago, is the most conspicuous.
He is the only saint on death row.
It is extremely rare for a saint to go to jail. Under normal circumstances, even if a saint commits a crime, he can escape from prison through various methods. If the crime is really heinous, he will be executed directly.
Michel was originally going to be executed, but with someone protecting him, he became a very rare saint who needed to serve his sentence in prison.
"You scum, come with me."
Michelle was wearing a prison uniform and holding a lapis lazuli holy sword. He glanced at the criminals behind him and said, "This is the only way for you trash to redeem yourselves."
"Asshole, who are you talking about?"
"Facial paralysis man, stop pretending, aren't you a prisoner too?"
The criminals shouted and cursed.
Many of them are ruthless, lawless people with no bottom line.
Even kings cannot scare some desperadoes.
Michelle's eyes were burning with holy fire, and the holy fighting energy on his body was fused with the heart-burning holy flames, and injected into the blade, and the killing energy swept across all directions.
He ignored the screams of the criminals at all. He stepped on the sole of his foot and rushed straight into the demon army like a human-shaped golden torch. He waved the holy sword and instantly poured out a large area of bright and blazing sword light!
Boom boom boom!!
The golden sword energy was indestructible, splitting the earth, and accompanied by burning and exploding holy flames. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of demons were killed, including many strong men of the Dark Marquis level.
Someone took the lead, and the criminals also shouted and cursed, and rushed forward to fight the demon.
Although they were a bunch of scum, they had good fighting prowess. With the bombardment of guns and artillery by the defenders on both sides of the iron walls, they killed the demon troops who rushed into the second line of defense and left their armor behind.
"Holy Light Cross Slash!"
Michelle faced an Archduke of the Night Demon. He was clothed in divine fighting energy as brilliant as golden flames. He slashed with holy light and tore apart the world. He killed the Archduke of the Night Demon, roaring and retreating continuously.
Finally, his fighting spirit reached its peak, and the Heart-Burning Holy Fire burned everywhere on the battlefield, igniting all the resentment and death energy on the dead.
The holy flame burns the heart, and when evil appears, the radiance blends.
Michelle raised her hand, the green gold holy sword trembled, and countless liquid gold-like light spots flowed and gathered, soaking the blade into white gold.
boom!!
The holy sword was slashed in the air, like a thousand suns falling, and the brilliant platinum sword energy illuminated the entire battlefield, cutting off the arm sickle of the Night Demon Archduke, splitting his strong body like black steel, and smashing it into slag!
The ground is covered with holy flames, and countless golden lotuses rise into the sky, creating a majestic and sacred atmosphere.
Wearing a vindictive spirit like a golden cloak, Michelle stood on the bloody battlefield of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and he actually looked a bit unstained from the mud.
"Um?"
Renn raised his eyebrows slightly and said in approval, "Not bad, we are about to break through."
The domain is closed and then exposed, and the power radiates to the outside world, which is one of the signs of the middle saint.
Senior leader Richard, Gonzalez, Cardinal Conte and other church leaders saw this scene, and they all looked pleased.
"He has actually come this far."
On the iron wall, Storm Prince Matthew looked a little complicated.
The young generation of geniuses have different expressions, including admiration, admiration, jealousy, anxiety... all kinds of emotions are complicated and difficult to understand.
Chris held up the head of a demon duke and said:
"Hal, if you don't work hard, you will be surpassed again."
"hehe."
Hal, the human-headed dog, sneered, held up the long barrel of the pseudo-named gun "Dragon King", pointed it forward, and fired a shot.
Bang!!
The gunfire exploded, and a flash of green light cut through the void.
A gargoyle justice was about to attack Michelle. Suddenly his vision dimmed, his body stiffened, and time seemed to have stood still. He was slightly absent-minded, and a green light instantly magnified in front of his eyes.
puff!!
The head of the Gargoyle Archduke exploded instantly, blood and white brain matter burst out, and before it could disperse, it was annihilated by a blue dragon-like force light wave!
One hit kills, clean and crisp.
The attack of the fifth-level "Time Gathering Gunner" is unpredictable, and the bullets fired can really interfere and distort time to a certain extent.
Therefore, it is useless even if you see it. By the time you react, you will have been shot.
This shot is a great threat to the Dark Prince.
At this moment, the Demon Prince Milo and the Blood Prince Hammond, who were supervising the battle team of the dark camp, both shrank their pupils and were subconsciously on guard.
Their distance may not be safe either.
The Calamity Sword Master said a little curiously:
"A slight interference in time and space, a legendary gunman with interesting abilities."
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Speaker Daniel spoke concisely and to the point, "Michelle is also like this. She faces the darkness of the church and resolutely cleans up the church. She has a somewhat kingly state of mind."
When the king reaches the realm, he stands side by side with the heaven and the earth. Wherever he stands, the force of the void will naturally defend him (be drawn to him).
Without a strong heart and a rock-solid will, it is easy to get lost in the great achievements of the field, the moment when one's own soul and will resonate with the vast sea of force, lose oneself, and thus fall.
Hal, who has perfected the path of a gunfighter, can build areas more flexibly and take advantage of hardware.
With a firm belief, Michelle has a clear conscience. It is easier for her to withstand the impact of the sea of force in terms of spiritual will and she has a software advantage.
The two of them have cleared more important hurdles than other young geniuses, and the king can look forward to it.
After Michelle and Hal powerfully killed the two Dark Dukes, Farrowland regained its lost ground.
The demons were once again driven outside the first iron wall. If the iron wall hadn't collapsed, it can be said that the dark camp's fight until now has been basically in vain.
Ren's eyes were sharp as he looked into the distance and said, "Now the person opposite should be unable to sit still."
Up to now, it is still only in the early trial stage.
But after repeated defeats, all efforts were in vain, and the big shots in the demon camp were equally disgraced.
Sure enough, on the "Demon Emperor" airship mothership, the purple-red light in the eyes of His Majesty Walter shot out for several feet, and his eyes became much colder.
Feeling the terrible murderous intent, the princes and monarchs of the dark camp remained silent.
Demon Lord Samael raised his eyelids, walked over, and said a little ashamed:
"Your Majesty, please calm down. I will send out the demon army right now, and I will definitely break through it immediately..."
His Majesty Walter interrupted him and said indifferently: "No need to say more, you will take charge next."
"ah?"
"I'll leave it to you to take command here. I've lost my patience in playing house with the children."
Walter's voice was ruthless. He looked into the distance and suddenly stretched out his right hand.
The sky and the earth dimmed in an instant, winds and clouds surged, and dark energy visible to the naked eye surged in from high in the sky, from the turbulent black clouds, from the earth and even beyond the horizon, and was all compressed in the palm of his hand.
He clenched his five fingers, and the dark force was lingering around his fist. The color was as dark as the abyss, as if it was a mixture of countless people's fear and despair.
The sky is dark and the earth is dark, the sun is eaten away by a touch of darkness, apocalyptic clouds of despair cover the southern plains, and countless dark thunders flash.
Too strong.
At this moment, the Calamity Sword Master, Captain Richard, and the Nine-Star Elders all felt their visions go dark, and an evil and terrifying will enveloped Dune City, venting the most desperate and tragic negative emotions.
His Majesty Walter took a few steps in the air and rushed to the top of the battlefield. His purple eyes looked down at the ten kings of mankind, and his right arm as black as ink was raised high.
"Dark Burial."
The dark force as majestic as the ocean boiled, as if the devil roared from the deepest part of the Nine Nether Hell, and a black torrent blasted out!
The distance of ten thousand meters was instantly crossed, the void was extinguished, and all the colors in the world were drowned by the torrent of darkness, just like the last remaining candlelight between heaven and earth was extinguished by the dark wind.
At this moment, the whole world fell into darkness.
Put it in space, and the power that can destroy the planet can be released.
There is no communication, no testing, and it is a sure kill once you take action.
Prince Matthew, Princess Sophie, Raphael, Carlos the Gunman and other saints were all dizzy and felt as if they were about to drown. Not to mention fighting, they could hardly even stand still.
"What kind of power is this?"
"Dead!"
"It's the end of the world, it must be the end of the world!"
The soldiers guarding the city could not bear such a powerful aura of destruction, and they all panicked.
Walt lived up to his title of Doomsday General. As soon as he took action, he brought the most terrifying destruction and deep despair to the human camp.
His power is undoubtedly higher than that of the Demon King's clone, almost at the level of a true god.
At that same moment, a beam of light rushed out from the Emperor airship, blocking the darkness right in front of it like a waterfall of golden light and flames.
The light condensed and formed, and an entity like a golden god of war emerged from the light.
He raised his right hand...and waved it gently.
Yes, it was just a light wave, simple, casual and extremely free, leaving a golden light path in the air. It was a shining light that was extremely domineering and could not tolerate any resistance! The void was split open, the darkness instantly dissipated, and the dark
The torrent of destruction was wiped out with a casual swipe, leaving only countless black light spots dissipating in the air.
Ren's body released a brilliant and immortal golden glow, his aura was extremely powerful, his golden hair stood up, and he said plainly:
"You want to flip the chessboard, have you asked me?"
