Franco led a 1,500-man regiment under his command to advance under the enemy's gunfire. There were only about a hundred soldiers in the Chinese Tower facing this direction, and there were about sixty or seventy of them holding guns. In addition, there were seven or eight small cannons firing shells at him at a very fast speed. However, even with such a small number of people, he caused serious damage to his team at a distance of less than 200 meters.
The elite warriors of the family behind him would not be able to resist these bullets if their bloodlines were slightly weak, and if they were artillery shells, even those high-level bloodline warriors would not be able to resist them with their bodies.
If the beast warriors who looked extremely strong were hit by bullets, they were not much stronger than ordinary people. Basically, they would lose their combat effectiveness after being hit by one or two bullets. If they were near the landing point of the shells, it would be difficult for them to escape and they would often be killed directly.
Even though some mages opened their shields, the range was limited after all, and people continued to be shot and fall.
Franco's shoulder armor had disappeared, and a large piece of his chest armor was shattered, leaving a palm-sized blood stain on his exposed shoulder. That was the result of him taking a shell for a descendant of his family in order to save her. Although it was just some minor injuries that did not affect his combat, it was terrifying enough that a group of weaklings could use weapons to cause harm to a bloodline master like him.
They rushed to a place only a hundred meters away from the Tower of China army, and suddenly a golden light burst out in front of them. The light was brighter than the light of his bright lion, giving him a palpitating feeling.
"Get out of the way!" Franco yelled. He felt the terrible energy contained in the light. If they let the light hit them and the energy exploded here, their family's elite would suffer heavy losses.
At the moment when the light came, Franco put his arms in front of his eyes, and the power of light in his blood boiled out. It formed a crystal-clear barrier around him. Just as Franco established his defense, the light finally came close, and in a trance, Franco saw that it was actually a war hammer shining with light.
The moment the warhammer intersected the barrier, with a loud bang, the warhammer burst out with a destructive wave of energy. The violent magic power mixed with smoke and dust swept across the ground around Franco. Franco himself and dozens of soldiers around him were blown away.
When the light and smoke dispersed, a large pit was left on the ground. Franco was pushed more than 20 meters away by the explosion and fell to the ground. Because he used the barrier, he did not receive fatal injuries, but the armor on his arms had been shattered. His two thick arms were bent in a strange posture, and there were obviously many fractures. The skin on his arms was like being cut by countless blades. There was not even a piece of intact skin left, and blood was everywhere. But in his family troops, except for a few people close to him who were protected by the barrier and suffered some injuries of varying severity, those who were not included in the barrier suffered a complete impact of the explosion. The few people closest to the barrier were wiped out by this blow, and the few people farther away were directly killed by the explosion. Many people farther away were blown away, most of them had broken bones and lost their combat effectiveness.
The explosion was far more powerful than the mortar shells that had just landed. The force of this attack not only defeated half of the family's elite led by Franco, but also knocked down more than 200 beast warriors behind them.
Seeing the commander and his family's team of masters being knocked to the ground, the beast soldiers behind them immediately became chaotic. It was already extremely difficult to advance under the artillery fire. If it weren't for these masters at the front, the beast soldiers would have been scattered long ago. However, the blows they had endured along the way had pushed them to the brink of collapse, and this astonishing blow completely broke the nerves of many people. Who knows if there will be another such blow next time
Someone shouted, "Run!"
The entire beast alliance fled in all directions like a group of frightened sparrows.
The commander of the Beast Squadron yelled, "Stop them, you damn bastards! I'm going to kill them..."
But a shell happened to fall from the sky and landed on his position, creating a cloud of smoke and cutting off his words. With the death of the commander, even the junior officers who were still trying to gather their troops gave up and simply joined the escape. The Beast Brigade was completely disbanded.
The warhammer that caused the explosion lost its golden light and flew back with the power of the explosion. In front of the left wing of the Chinese Tower, a tired figure took two steps forward and reached out to catch it. It was the high-ranking war angel Anar.
Anar knelt on one knee, her left arm resting on her left knee, panting. She was sweating profusely, and the light wings behind her were flickering. She had used several strength and endurance spells to increase her body functions to the limit, and then added various damage-increasing spells to the war hammer, and finally almost exhausted her fighting spirit, which gave her such momentum and power. But it was this blow that became the last piece of iron that crushed the left flank of the Empire. Anar looked at the scattered enemy troops, and a smug smile appeared on her tired face.
Franco endured the severe pain in his hand and struggled to get up from the ground. From the head-on confrontation just now, he truly felt the opponent's strength, which was an overwhelming advantage. He didn't know how the opponent launched such a blow, but he knew he couldn't do it. Although those who can become masters are determined and tough, facing such an enemy, he couldn't help but feel timid.
"Uncle! Yes, that guy did it, right?" His niece was also a high-level blood warrior who had just survived because of his barrier. She pointed at the muscular figure with light wings floating behind him in the camp of the Tower of China and asked.
Franco sighed, "It's actually a war angel... This is the power of practicing both magic and martial arts. That war hammer is a true divine weapon, so it has such power."
"What should we do then?"
Franco glanced at his broken arm and said, "My arm can no longer fight, and so many members of our family have died. Even if we are facing the emperor, we have fulfilled our noble duties. What else can we say? Retreat!"
After saying that, he retreated without hesitation with the remaining elite members of the family around him.
Anar looked at the retreating Franco from a distance and snorted coldly, "Oh, bloodline masters? What a bunch of trash." (To be continued)