Under the impact of the werewolf and nerubian allied forces, the outer defense line was already crumbling. With the fierce fighting and the cover of night, countless little poisonous spiders caused great casualties to the mercenaries. The first line of defense was riddled with holes in a blink of an eye.
Another row of flares shot out over the defense line, and the light full of dawn force was also like a natural enemy to the tiny spiders. Green smoke immediately rose from the little spiders, and they creaked and burned in the light soon To the limb curled up.
Pieces of little spiders were roasted to death, and the frontline mercenaries finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Retreat! Retreat to the second line of defense!" The officers shouted at the top of their voices.
The surviving mercenaries fled to the second line of defense as quickly as possible with the help of the short time the flares lasted. The dark warriors were aroused fiercely by the smell of blood and scorching, and those powerful fighters roared and chased after him regardless of their blurred vision.
The originally silent second line of defense suddenly lit up with rays of force, and the force bullets roared and shot at the dark warriors rushing forward. The heavy artillery roared again, and a rain of shells fell from the sky, hitting the original first line of defense.
This time, most of the strong men of the dark race had no time to intercept them, and watched helplessly as the shells landed, exploded, and the flames and shock waves engulfed the dark warriors in front of them in a blink of an eye.
The heavy artillery's fire interception was brutal and effective, and even killed some mercenaries on the first line of defense who were too late to escape the bombardment range. Those dark warriors who rushed to the front naturally couldn't escape the artillery fire and were submerged by the explosion.
The surviving mercenaries on the first line took this opportunity to successfully retreat to the second line of defense. After a short gap, the dark warriors roared and charged towards the second line of defense.
This time, the rain of bullets was fired not only from the trenches, but also from the wreckage of some buildings on the sides and behind the defense line. The firepower of the defenders was not only dense, but also formed many crossfire nets, which suddenly increased the casualties of the dark soldiers.
The Werewolf Marquis, who was watching the battle from afar, narrowed his eyes slightly, but Lie Mane couldn't help jumping up and shouting, "Why are there so many people!"
From the perspective of firepower alone, the second line of defense deployed twice as many troops as the first line of defense! This kind of troop arrangement is simply against common sense, but the effect is excellent, and the dark race troops who thought victory was in sight suffered heavy blows, and some of the sacrifices were purely unexpected.
The Werewolf Marquis said slowly: "It seems that there are definitely not only three or four thousand people in the city. I'm afraid this time, Lord Pratt is about to hit a hard nail."
"How could they transport so many people?"
The werewolf Marquis didn't answer, his eyes fell on the tall spider demon in the center of the dark army formation.
Under the bombardment of the fierce firepower of the second line of defense, its huge body also seemed to be struggling to move forward.
At this moment, on a battleship hovering in the air in the rear, the Nerubian Vice-Duke Platt, who was dressed in a dark blue costume, just listened to the report of his subordinates, and said displeasedly: "How is it possible? There are only a few people in the human race, and they are Landing behind us, how could there be 10,000 people! Are you all blind?"
The Nerubian Viscount who reported was hesitant to speak, not daring to say more.
Pratt snorted, strode to the deck, stood on the bow, and looked forward. He exhausted his eyesight and could vaguely see the battle situation on the battlefield.
With the Hall of Valor, his ship didn't dare to appear rashly. Even the Grand Duke class cockpit was killed by the Hall of Valor two times in a row. Isn't his ship of the Vice-Duke sent to death
So Pratt has now switched to a high-speed destroyer as a seat ship. This battleship did not dare to enter the battle zone from a low altitude, and could only watch from a distance.
Pratt stood at the bow of the ship and observed for a while. The intensity of the battle at the second line of defense really surprised him.
After a while, he looked serious, and said: "It is impossible for the human race to have so many people. They should put the main force on the second line of defense and try to mislead us. Hmph, how could I, Pratt, fall for him?" When? Order, continue to strengthen the attack!"
"My lord, the casualties of the frontline troops seem to be a bit high."
"Idiot! Cannon fodder is worthless. If you go to those lower continents, you can grab as much as you want? If you can't take down Baicheng in half a day, Duke Romil's main force will arrive. I don't want to send Give the credit to that old vampire!"
The werewolf viscount said: "Yes, my lord! I will send the order right away!"
Not long after the Werewolf Viscount left, the offensive on the front line was significantly strengthened. Seeing more and more flames on the human defense line, Pratt nodded with satisfaction.
In the center of the dark battle formation, the extremely tall spider demon finally approached the human defense line. He stepped out from the raging fire and gunpowder smoke, wearing extremely thick steel armor all over his body. The rain of bullets along the way only left bullet craters of different sizes on the steel armor. There will be some minor injuries.
The nerubian held a three-barreled rotating force gun in his right hand, each muzzle was thick enough to fit a fist. This force gun weighing one ton was as light as a child's toy in his hands.
Wherever the rotating muzzle points, there will be a violent explosion. The human warriors nearby are blown up, and the one in the center of the explosion has no corpses left, and the rest of the obstacles are flattened in the field of vision.
In the nerubian's left hand was a large machete shaped like a door panel. The square and wide blade was like a guillotine, enough to cut the chariot in half.
"Concentrate your firepower and kill that big guy!" A mercenary general shouted hysterically, while raising the hand cannon, a ball of red light sprayed out from the muzzle.
The cannonball hit right between the Nerubian's chest and abdomen, bursting into a huge ball of fire. However, after the flames passed, the nerubian's exposed skin was only scorched, and its combat power was not affected at all.
After this blow, it became ferocious, leaped tens of meters high, landed in front of the mercenary general, and slashed down with the giant square blade!
The mercenary general looked desperate and could only hold up his hand cannon to resist. Resistance was of course futile, the square blade cut him in half with cannons and people.
This mercenary general was the commander of the second line of defense. After he died in battle, the Nerubian was even more ferocious, beating his chest hard, and roaring with a roar that overwhelmed the roar of heavy artillery: "I am Earl Garter Med Rose, who dares to fight me!?"
His roar echoed on the battlefield, and the faces of all the mercenaries showed fear and despair to varying degrees. The dark warriors, on the other hand, boosted their morale and charged forward bravely.
At this moment, a person suddenly appeared in Medeiros' vision, a figure who didn't look very tall, and was a little thin. At first glance, this figure is the vampire he has always hated the most.
How could there be blood races appearing in the defense line of the human race
Medellos's brain, which was burned by the fighting spirit, was a little slow. He was just about to think about this question, when he suddenly realized that the figure had somehow arrived in front of him!
Seeing the epee slashed from his head, Medeiros raised the square-bladed giant guillotine to meet it without hesitation. But he didn't expect that the fellow opposite him, who didn't look as thick as his spider legs, would dare to confront him head-on!
The epee and the huge square blade struck together, and Dongyue's huge weight instantly changed Medeiros' expression. However, he had no room to dodge, and could only watch Dongyue stroke from the center of his eyebrows to the spider's belly.
Medeiros's huge spider body froze for a moment, and Fang crashed to the ground. He couldn't figure out why this thin guy had enough strength to overwhelm him until he was about to die.
Qianye was like a piece of catkins falling lightly on Medelros's body. Even if Count Nerubian fell down, his corpse was like a hill. Qianye stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire battlefield.
The battle has reached its most intense moment, and the second line of defense has also been broken through in many places under the impact of the dark tide. The gunpowder smoke and blood have long stimulated the fierceness in the bones of every dark warrior, instinctively rushing towards every visible target.
Qianye standing on top of Medeiros's body is so eye-catching at this moment.
Almost at the same moment, all the dark warriors rushed towards Qianye, like waves of darkness, surging forward.
Qianye didn't move with his sword, but the dark warrior at the front seemed to have bumped into an invisible wall and couldn't advance an inch. But the soldiers in the rear didn't know why, so they continued to pounce forward, and immediately bumped into the predecessors.
In the blink of an eye, the dark warriors were crowded around Qianye, even more fierce and impatient, they simply jumped up, stepping on the heads and shoulders of their companions and rushing towards Qianye.
Qianye saw that the dark warriors were almost gathered around, smiled sneerly, and retracted the force barrier. The dark warriors suddenly lost their center of gravity, rushed forward, and fell in front of Medelros' corpse.
Qianye took a deep breath, held Dongyue in both hands, and slashed six times in all directions in an instant!
Dongyue slashed down silently like nothing, but in the direction of the sword, a large number of dark warriors froze instantly, and then fell to the ground, with blood gushing from their bodies, but they didn't know where they were injured.
In an instant, Qianye's surroundings became almost dead, and only a few dark warriors were still standing.
There was silence on the flagship of the dark race in the distance, only a soft crack was heard, and the glass in Pratt's hand was crushed to pieces. This was his favorite wine glass, and it was broken at this moment, but he didn't notice it.
Standing in the middle of hundreds of corpses and more than a dozen surviving dark warriors, Qianye felt a little regretful. This move is the sword move he honed in the past, it is extremely powerful, and it is most suitable for group battles.
But precisely because of its great power, it is also extremely difficult to control. Even with Qianye's current martial arts attainments and original force cultivation, he can only slash six swords, which is still far from the highest level of sweeping Liuhe with eight swords in a row. far.
But even if there were still a few blind spots, no dark warrior could block a single blow. As long as they are touched by the sword energy, they will die on the spot, and only the dozen or so lucky ones who happen to be standing in the empty space are still alive.
Qianye's eyes fell on the dozen or so dark warriors, and he snorted. Although the sound was light, it was like thunder in their ears, and they turned around and ran away in shock. In the face of absolute power, the instinctive ferocity is also subdued.
The trend of defeat was from point to point, and the dark warriors receded like a tide, and the attack was resolved.
Seeing Qianye, he turned around and returned, disappearing among the buildings.
Pratt stood stunned for a moment, then jumped up, and shouted, "Attack! Go on! He's bluffing, attacking with all his might!"