The crazy offensive of the dark race brought extremely heavy pressure, and the battle damage rate also skyrocketed. Many people will turn into corpses the moment they rush out of the bunker.
Waves of Eternal Night warriors slapped Baicheng's defense line like a tide, gradually compressing it to the center of the city.
In less than half a day, half of the defense area of Baicheng was lost, and the offensive of the dark race still showed no signs of stopping.
Doyle stood on the bow of the flagship ship, his sharp eyes pierced through the smoke and fog, and landed on the battlefield. Suddenly, the dark warrior aura in the entire area disappeared!
Doyle's cheek twitched for the first time since the war started. His gaze fell on that area immediately, and he saw hundreds of werewolves and elite vampire warriors froze in place as if enchanted, and then fell down one by one.
With Doyle's eyesight, he could see that these soldiers lost their vitality in an instant, so they stood still and fell down after a while.
What kind of ability can kill so many elites in an instant
Among the soldiers who gradually fell, a figure appeared. In the middle of the corpse of the Eternal Night Warrior, he stood like that. As if feeling Doyle's attention, he suddenly raised his head and met Doyle's gaze.
In an instant, only a pair of bottomless pupils remained in Doyle's field of vision!
No matter how powerful Doyle is, with a certain mind, the abnormality will disappear. But when he looked at the battlefield again, that person had disappeared. Doyle let out a breath and said, "That's Qianye, right?"
There are also strong werewolves around him, and someone who saw the scene just now replied, "That's him."
Doyle let out a hey sound, but he couldn't tell whether it was joy or worry. He turned around and asked, "If we met on the battlefield, how sure are you of defeating him?"
The werewolf powerhouses looked at each other, not knowing how to answer, and one of them shouted violently: "If you are not sure, why don't you fight? My lord, please let me go out, I will fight him!"
Doyle glanced at him, shook his head and said, "What are you going to do? Are you going to die? Even if you want to die, it's not too late. Just wait, there will be a chance for you to work hard."
The werewolf blushed, but he didn't dare to do anything wrong, so he couldn't bear it for a while.
He is already the Earl of Garter, and he has entered the real upper echelon among werewolves. However, although Qianye's cultivation is not high on the surface, his actual record is too abnormal. Even himself, in fact, knew very well in his heart that once he was targeted by Qianye with all his strength, he might be defeated and die in an instant.
At this moment, no matter the werewolves or the vampires, all the really powerful people changed their expressions and looked at Baicheng one after another. Even Doyle turned his head back and focused on the battlefield.
They all felt that the aura of the powerful knights in Baicheng was disappearing at an alarming speed. This shows that there is a real strong human race who has begun to harvest the backbone of the dark race.
Teague's face was ugly, he snorted heavily, and said, "Arrogance!"
This battle is dominated by werewolves and blood clans, and many strong people are members of Teague and Doyle. The strong people in the clan suffered heavy casualties, which will have a negative impact on the status of the entire tribe and family in Yongye, which is why Teague is so angry.
Doyle's complexion changed a few times, but in the end he held back and shouted, "Throw all the reserve teams in!"
Teague couldn't help but said: "Isn't this giving them a record?"
Doyle said without looking back, "Then how about asking Mr. Teague to enter the city to join the battle now?"
Teague's face turned red and white, and he gritted his teeth after a while, and said: "Just do what Master Doyle wants!" After finishing speaking, he turned around and shouted to the strong blood clan behind him: "What are you looking at! What's the matter, go back Say it in Parliament!"
Doyle knew that Teague would launch an attack in the Eternal Night Council afterward, but he remained expressionless and kept urging the attack.
At this moment, Baicheng is full of gunpowder and smoke, and there are battlefields everywhere, and there is no distinction between the front line and the rear. For the Eternal Night powerhouse, now is the beginning of the nightmare. Qianye, Zhao Jundu and Song Zining have all made their moves. These are the three walking gods of death. From this moment on, no place on the battlefield is safe, and death is always around.
As the backbone of the dark army, the strong man with the title has no power to fight back in front of the three of them. Meeting them is an instant kill. When this kind of human leader led the strong to fight, it should have been the real strong in the army, at least a vice duke like Teague had to lead the strong under his command to participate in the battle. But now the top powerhouses of Yongye's side are all standing on the flagship, without the slightest sign of making a move.
Behind Doyle, several strong men were a little restless. They felt that the eyes of the soldiers on the front line were burning on their bodies, making them uncomfortably hot. At such a time, there should have been strong people who stepped forward, but they stood behind and did not move.
Teague's breathing was also a little heavy. He had just seen a promising descendant's neck bone broken by Qianye. This kind of injury would not be fatal to a blood race with strong vitality, but if it was not treated in time, it would also be fatal. The descendant fell to the ground and groaned, but on the battlefield, how could anyone help him
Doyle did not look at the battlefield, but looked up at the sky.
There was a faint roar in the sky again, and transport ships with heavy armor pierced through the clouds and headed straight for the battlefield. These transport ships were not afraid of the stray bullets and artillery fire in the air, and forced to land beside Baicheng, throwing teams of soldiers in thick armor into the battlefield.
Many of these transport ships bear bullet marks, obviously having experienced a fierce battle in outer space. However, their excellent performance and heavy armor allowed them to reach the battlefield successfully and have room to leave. Although there are also explosions during take-off and landing, it is much stronger than ordinary transport ships that are impossible to approach the battlefield during combat.
The crossed blood-stained swords on the ship made Teague also silent, and glanced at Doyle, with complicated meanings.
It was a unit directly under the parliament, and it appeared directly as a reinforcement force. Could it be that this little-known Doyle had a special relationship in the parliament, or were the werewolves going to make some big moves
While in doubt, the newly added troops have rushed into Baicheng!
These fighters are stronger than the first batch of troops, and their equipment is far better than that of ordinary Eternal Night elites. They have brought even more heavy casualties to the Baicheng defenders just after they debuted.
Two mercenaries were hiding behind the ruins and shooting, when suddenly two swords protruded from their chests! They looked down at the wound, and when they barely reached out to grab the edge of the sword, they were already thrown into the middle of the street.
Two dark warriors in heavy armor strode out with long swords in their right hands and force guns in their left hands. They came to the mercenary who was still struggling in pain. Just as they were about to take another shot, they suddenly saw a young man appearing in front of them. , with a long sword in hand, walking slowly.
On this battlefield of blood and fire, this young man was as calm as if he was in his own courtyard. The flying bullets and shrapnel seemed to be avoiding him from a distance. He only took one step, and he came to the front of two heavily armored warriors. The long sword in his hand seemed to move, and then he turned and walked away.
The heavy-armored warrior stood there blankly, even thinking about it at this moment, and then his huge body collapsed. Until the last moment of unconsciousness, they did not know where they were injured, or even whether they were injured.
But they remembered this young man and also remembered his name, Zhao Jundu.
On the rooftop in the distance, Qianye saw this scene in the crosshair of the scope, and the crosshair stopped slightly at the back of Zhao Jundu's heart.
Zhao Jundu had sensed it, he just waved his hand as a gesture without turning his head.
Qianye smiled slightly, moved the crosshair, and put it between the eyebrows of a blood knight. The next moment, the blood knight's head exploded suddenly, and the headless corpse was still standing still, refusing to fall down. And Qianye's target had already been replaced by a werewolf baron.
In another war zone, Song Zining was standing on the second floor of a half-collapsed small building, surrounded by several Darkfire officers, who were listening to his orders and preparing to rearrange the defense line. At this moment, Song Zining's battle armor was covered with blood and mud, and even his hair was half burnt, and there was a striking wound on the back of his left hand.
Song Zining ordered casually, and the officers below memorized them desperately. Qi Shao's simple adjustments to the defense line often have immediate results. Many times the attack that was thought to be undefendable, just ran into a bloody head in front of the new line of defense, and returned without success.
In the middle of speaking, Song Zining suddenly stopped talking, glanced in Zhao Jundu's direction, and sighed, "Is this the start of the attack?"
"Seventh Young Master, what's going on?" The officer below was at a loss.
Song Zining cheered up and said, "It's nothing. It's just that the next battle will be more difficult than expected. Everyone, be prepared to fight hard!"
A tall and strong officer said in a rough voice: "It's okay for the brothers to work hard, but where are the reinforcements?"
"Isn't it right there?" Song Zining pointed to the transport ships that kept appearing.
The officer was startled, and said: "Isn't that the fleet of the Yongye bastard?"
"Yes." Song Zining was very calm.
The officer thought for a while, then he understood, and said in a voiceless voice: "Won't our reinforcements come?"
Song Zining shook his head, "After a while, it will come naturally."
The officer said anxiously: "What's the use of that?! By the time they arrive, the brothers will have already turned into corpses!"
"Some people will come to help."
The officers breathed a sigh of relief, no one noticed that Song Zining's words were not referring to the army. At this moment, a heavy artillery shell exploded near the small building. Before the smoke cleared, a group of heavily armored dark warriors rushed out from the street ahead.
Officer Gao Zhuang showed a murderous look on his face, and said: "I'll talk about whether there are any reinforcements later, I'll go and kill these guys first!"
Song Zining held him back, raised his silver spear, and said, "I'll go too."
All the officers changed their colors, and soon their faces showed determination. They understood that Song Zining was different from Qianye and Zhao Jundu, and when he wanted to fight in person, the most critical moment had come.
It was only when they were actually engaged in battle that the officers realized how terrifying these heavily armored fighters were. They seem to be familiar with the method of joint warfare, which is rare among the dark races, and the general body strength exceeds the standard strength, so even if the cultivation base of the original force is not particularly high, there is still a strong threat.