[Connection interrupted.]
[Reconnecting…]
[Connection failed.]
Broken thunder and blood were splashing before his eyes. Lorenzo stood on the ground like a sculpture. After succeeding in these few short seconds, he lost contact with the Temple of Stasis again.
In an instant, many thoughts surged through Lorenzo's mind, but in the end he calmed himself down, tightly gripped the sword and gun in his hands, his face grim.
It was an agile armor, like a swift flying low before a rainstorm. The first generation of original sin armor used by Lancelot was completely covered with demons. This could make him stronger, but he also had to deal with more severe erosion. However, this knight commander performed perfectly, and his heart rate had even been stable from the battle to now.
The swift hook whipped the giant demon like a whip. He flashed past like lightning, and then the sharp sword blade tore large wounds on the flesh along the way.
He was very adept at using the Armor of Original Sin. One could even say that the weapon was like a part of his body, keeping its balance on his constantly shaking body. He ran wildly while dragging the blade, leaving wounds on it.
The giant demon whimpered heavily, and then its figure accelerated strangely. For a monster of this size, its movements were as swift as a landslide. But just as the attack was about to hit Lancelot, a blazing white flame passed by, and the dark knight leaped up, with the sharp sword embedded in it like a mountaineering pick.
A distance beyond what ordinary people could do was reached so easily. Raging flames burned on the pitch-black armor. The blade with holy silver brought unbearable pain, and it wailed.
"Destroy the heart and brain, that's the only way it will stop!"
Lorenzo's voice came from the channel. Lancelot rode the cable and circled the demon. He did not reply to Lorenzo, like a man who was not good at talking, but he kept firing in this circle. The musket in his hand burst out bursts of light, lighting up the hideous body.
"Shrike! Fire at my mark!"
Lorenzo hated this kind of cold person. It was hard to tell whether he understood what you were saying.
"Mark? What mark!"
"You will know!"
As swift as a cunning fox, Lorenzo used the sword in his hand as a hiking stick and moved madly on the flesh. The only difficulty in dealing with this giant monster is that your sword cannot penetrate its heart. Lorenzo needs a sharper sword, sharp enough to pierce through several meters thick flesh.
On the Glorious not far away, the muzzles of the guns were adjusting their directions one by one. The soldiers pushed the gun carriages with all their strength. The rumbling sounds of fighting filled their ears. Some psychologically fragile soldiers even fainted.
The continuous erosion has put tremendous pressure on this group of soldiers. It is already very good that they can do this. Countless air cavalrymen descended from the sky to help the Glorious build a defense line.
The current battle is mainly focused on this giant demon. As long as it is eliminated, the firepower of the Dawn will be enough to plow the entire earth.
"Fire! Shrike!"
Lorenzo's roar was heard on the channel, followed by blazing white fireworks that were incredibly bright in the dark night.