Swords clashed.
Magic blast.
A sudden barrier.
An enemy leaping towards you.
Huang Zheng felt like he was always fighting. In that dark cave, there was a door leading to the night. That door did not represent hope, but represented endless enemies. He and everyone around him were fighting desperately. Enemies were constantly being eliminated, but comrades also died.
In this meat grinder-like battle, human life is insignificant. No matter which world you come from, no matter how great your talent is, in the end there are only two results: persist or fall.
Huang Zheng didn't know how long he had been fighting. It seemed that hundreds of people fell around him. The smell of blood and death always surrounded him.
He was not unfamiliar with this smell, and it could even be traced back to a very early stage in his life. At that time, he was only seven years old, and secretly saw his father collecting debts for someone. He took his cousin, who was more than ten years older than him, to cut blood grooves on the creditor's arm with a knife, and then broke the creditor's legs. The man's painful howling was still deeply engraved in his mind. He was frightened by this scene and vomited at that time, but he would not vomit again after seeing anything.
As he grew up, he wandered around the city, fought, hacked people, collected protection fees, and saw blood in many dark corners of the city. Fortunately, although God made him born in such a family, he gave him a useful brain and a strict but responsible class teacher, who made him and his friends go their separate ways at a certain point in time and finally came to Huaxia University. However, this scene now brought back many of his dusty memories.
He fought, as if fighting in a never-ending cycle, and slowly all his actions came down to instinct, and his thoughts began to drift, drifting to a high place, and then everything shattered, a sharp pain came from his back, and he woke up.
The battle just now overdrew his strength. In the doorway, they encountered an unprecedentedly strong enemy. Huang Zheng and his men killed more enemies than themselves, but were annihilated due to the huge gap. The last blow injured him severely. He felt that he was lying on the ground and covered by something. He couldn't even stand up and look at the surrounding scene. He barely used the remaining mental power to extract the life and healing magic power around him and infused it into the wound, which stopped the bleeding a little, and then tried to raise his head and open his eyes.
The scene he saw made his whole body tense up, and the wound on his back once again felt severe pain. He saw that the originally arranged positions had been breached, and a large number of guards had begun to retreat or disperse. The only ones still holding their positions were the frontal blocking troops led by Shi Hao, but by this time they had become the rearguard troops.
Shi Hao only had 40 or 50 men left. If he hadn't had a reserve force of half masters, he wouldn't have been able to hold out until now. But at this moment, his defense line was already shaky.
Although Huang Zheng was seriously injured and his mind was a little confused, he could clearly tell that Shi Hao was very close to defeat.
After the warriors engaged in close combat, guns were very likely to cause accidental injuries, and their effectiveness was greatly reduced. Most of the ordinary soldiers with guns and all the artillery in his team had retreated, leaving only close combat warriors, magicians, and some soldiers with the best gun skills. The warriors blocked the mage gunners behind them to resist the impact of the black guards, and the mages provided shields to offset the opponent's magic attacks. The gunners had difficulty hitting the fast-moving warriors in the close range, so they concentrated their firepower on attacking the black guard mages.
Huang Zheng found that the Black Guards also suffered heavy losses. Many Black Guards' bodies were lying on the roads leading out. The deadliest of them were in the direction where Shi Hao intercepted them. Just when Huang Zheng woke up, another Black Guard was killed in front of the battle line by Shi Hao's soldiers and mages. A Black Guard mage was shot dead after his shield was penetrated a little further away. At the same time, four or five more people fell in front of Shi Hao's team.
More black guards surrounded a man with dragon wings on his back and claws on his hands and walked out of the doorway. Beside him was a mage and a warrior who always kept close watch on him. The "Dragon Man" said in a hoarse voice: "Molett, you haven't dealt with these people yet?"
The Black Guard general who was supervising the battle hurried forward and said, "Your Majesty, these people... are very tenacious."
Your Majesty? Was it Emperor Alfred? Huang Zheng was shocked when he saw the "dragon man", but the man's features matched all the rumors about the emperor.
"The enemy's tenacity is the time to demonstrate your fighting spirit. Do you still need my help?" Emperor Alfred asked. When he transformed, his voice sounded particularly cold, which made Moret shudder.
"No, no, I will go into battle myself right away." Moleti called up the guards around him and joined the battle group besieging Shi Hao. Alfred said to the mage beside him: "Master Gandas, please help them."
"Yes." Gandas responded respectfully.
He waved his hands in the air for a long time, and large and small stones appeared in the sky, mixed with a burning breath, and fell into the middle of Shi Hao's team. These sudden meteorites became the last weight to break the balance of the shield. The shield collapsed, and huge stones fell into the guard army, and miserable shouts were heard from inside. As soon as the meteorite rain passed, the surrounding black guards immediately broke into the chaotic front line and killed the remaining guard soldiers like cutting melons and vegetables. Shi Hao was personally targeted by the black guard general, and he was pierced through the body by the other party as soon as he met.
"Shi Hao!" Huang Zheng watched Shi Hao being stabbed in the shoulder by a spear. He was extremely anxious. He looked at Emperor Alfred and made a crazy decision. He began to gather his mental strength and prepared to cast a spell on the emperor. He knew that he would not be able to escape. If he could create chaos for Shi Hao and give him a chance to escape, it would be worth it.
"You are the commander of this team, right? I admire your courage and leadership. But now you have no chance. His Majesty Emperor Alfred of the Purple Eagle Empire behind me, surrender to him. His Majesty always appreciates heroes."
"Hehe." Shi Hao held the sword in one hand and covered his shoulder with the other, blood flowing down his fingers. "Is this the emperor? He is so ugly!"
"Asshole!" Mollett was so angry that he launched a series of thrusts, and finally pierced Shi Hao's chest with one thrust.
The raging fighting spirit exploded in Shi Hao's chest. Shi Hao lowered his head to look at his chest, then raised his head to look at the sky, and softly uttered a word: "Du Mei..." (To be continued)