"The following is Darcy from Qiao Pier Academy, versus Ling from Cheng Zhai Academy." Following the referee's order, the two stepped onto the playing field.
Darcy, who was wearing dark steel armor, held a thick spear in his hand. He waved it in the air casually. As he got used to it, a burst of air-piercing whistling sounded in the venue, and then the spear stood on the ground. The chief of the Bridge Academy was as if he was made of iron. Stand in the venue.
Even through the thick armor, the students present could still feel the powerful power contained in that body.
On the other side of the arena, a girl from the Wing Clan slowly descended from the sky wearing a close-fitting silver armor. The pair of wings behind her were not an incorporeal body made of magic or energy, but an entity with flesh and blood, and its silvery blue wings The feathers were like sword blades, reflecting bursts of dangerous brilliance under the lights of the venue.
"The game begins!"
Following the referee's order, Ling flew directly into the sky, and the blade feathers on her wings spread out partially, like daggers with cold light surrounding her side.
As a branch of the orc clan, the wing clan has the ability similar to some Warcraft, and can turn its wing feathers into sharp blades for attack.
As she entered high altitude and avoided Darcy's attack range, the scattered silver feathers gathered in the air like swallows, and then dived towards the opponent below.
The extremely sharp edge shone with a dangerous light.
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Cranthia, Sword Pine City.
Breathing the choking smell of gunpowder smoke on the battlefield, amidst the flying dust, these golden-red knights charged downward from top to bottom like a torrent. The thin team of only 30 people was as unstoppable as a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
The war horse jumped high and then fell down. The demon statue in front of him suddenly grew in size. The lances under his wrists and arms had already been mounted on the horse, and they collided with the demon statue as he charged.
The moment the two came into contact, a huge force was exerted from the tip of the gun, and the lance was like a red-hot iron inserted into butter, and the smoke was filled with a sizzling sound.
Even the heavy golem was slightly lifted up at this moment, glided backwards, and then was cut with a long and ferocious wound by the spear like the blazing sun. The iron pieces and machinery inside were flying around, and there was even a driver. In an instant, it turned into broken flesh and blood, roasted and minced by the high temperature.
Under the scorching torrent, more than 20 of the 60 golems originally outside the city wall were destroyed in an instant, and the mages among them were also killed. After penetrating the sparse formation of the golems, Seg led the catastrophe knights behind him, They turned around in formation on the river beach, panting heavily, and bursts of white air came from the gaps under the helmet. The body in the armor was already soaked with sweat, and felt a chill in the late autumn evening wind.
He glanced around and briefly counted the number of people. There were more than 30 catastrophe knights, and not a single one was missing. They were worthy of being battle-hardened elites.
Holding the hot lance in their hands, they mounted it on the horse again. The sound of horse hooves increased from slow to fast, and the group of knights in gold and red cloaks began their second charge.
The golems scattered on the battlefield by the Catastrophe Knights were scattered on both sides. They no longer attacked the city wall, but turned around. The magic energy muzzles on their shoulders bloomed with condensed brilliance, and then streaks of blue light swept across the battlefield.
At such a close distance, there was no way to avoid the narrow and messy battlefield at this time. The knights in the front were the first to bear the brunt, turning into real burning flames in the light pillars. The armored horses and riders continued to move forward amidst severe pain and burning, providing relief for those behind. The teammates tried their best to cover it for a few seconds, and then, as if they had lost all their strength, they fell to the side of the road, and with the whine of the horses, there was no more life.
The Havoc Knights at the rear continued to advance.
"Forward, Crancia!"
The glorious charge slogan has never stopped since the day of the uprising. The prayers and beliefs from the bottom of the heart are so strong that they are like bursting flames burning in the chest, making people want to breathe out.
Everything in the field of vision seems to be nothing else. There is only one belief in this life. Move forward, move forward, keep moving forward. There is only one way to open up the future, and there is no other way.
Give up any weak luck and illusion, do not ask for any mercy or charity, only the spear and flag in the hand are so practical and firm, this is Crancia's choice, belief, and destiny.
The broken city gate opened again. Taking advantage of the opportunity for the battle between the golem and the Catastrophe Knight, a group of cavalry with no extraordinary strength rushed out of the city gate. They carried explosives and pounced from the back of the golem. The dark gray armor was like a falling arrow.
, insert into this chaotic battlefield.
Faced with this scene of flanking attack, the remaining golems on the field had no time to react. They knocked down a group of catastrophe knights, and then they were approached by the cavalry who came up later and detonated the explosives. There were loud noises and a cloud of dust.
Set off on the battlefield.
The battlefield was filled with dim yellow dust, accompanied by the sound of metal pulling and twisting. Tall demons fell down one after another. Some mages among them tried to escape from the hatch and escaped from the air, and then a weapon was shot from the battlefield below.
He took out a spear and pierced it through the air, exploding blood flowers and stumps in the air, and then scattered on the ground.
The previously powerful steel golem army finally fell, and there was no longer the friction and roar of metal on the battlefield.
Regardless of the wounds and pain on their bodies, the remaining soldiers jumped off their horses and staggered to the side of their fallen comrades, looking for survivors who even had a breath of air. A mournful roar sounded under the glow.
The night wind in the evening blew, and the acrid smoke and dust slowly dispersed, leaving behind a battlefield of steel, blood, broken guns, and broken limbs.
Saige slowly stopped the horse under him, turned over and dismounted, and looked at the adjutant in the ravine. The face that was still alive in the morning was now covered with dust and was sleeping peacefully here.
He carefully wiped the dust off his face, tried to lift him up, and put him under the tree on the side of the battlefield.
Unfortunately, a sudden movement sounded from the other side of the river beach.
Facing the last afterglow of the setting sun, a tall body of brass and reddish brown slowly appeared at the end of the field of vision. The thick metal shell reflected a swaying wave of light in the setting sun.
They climbed over the top of a slope and walked down the slope, their lower bodies shrouded in the shadow of the night. The friction and roar of the machinery made people feel frightened and terrified, just like the man-eating giant beast in ancient legends.
The follow-up golem army of the Frost Rose Alliance, the 'Bronze Horn' and 'Fire Thorn' entered the battlefield. At this time, Jiansong City was already in dilapidated condition, and the toppled remains and bomb craters outside the city walls made it difficult to quickly regroup the troops.
As these golems continued to approach, the ground trembled, and then these golems no longer moved forward, but stopped. There were two trumpet-like muzzles on the shoulders of the brass-shell golems, which began to condense magic power.
of brilliance, and then orange-yellow fireballs gradually formed at the muzzle.
These demon statues standing in the valley in the evening are like lighting up small suns. The burning light of the fireball reflects the dark night. The dark shadow behind the demon statues and the firelight reflected by the copper-colored metal on the chest form an extremely sharp contrast.
The high temperature burned the air, and these fireballs and golems twisted and swayed slightly in the light.
Faced with such a situation, the defenders in Jiansong City could no longer see anything else, only rows of scorching fireballs slowly expanded in their field of vision, and then slowly rose.
Until the end, the firelight flooded every corner of his pupils.
