In the difficult advance, the vanguard of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Force has been killed and injured.
The best knights died on the battlefield, the most pious priests fell on the loess, and the war with Chaos monsters is a ruthless meat grinder. Those cold-blooded and cruel monsters that have no mercy, will not back down, only know how to destroy everything, and fight with them Among them, only the complete destruction of one of the parties is the end.
And in return for such a tragic sacrifice is a four-kilometer push-up distance.
After advancing for four kilometers, the Spiral Hill became a little bigger in the field of vision, and this distance was enough to make Lochmarton feel threatened—if that chaotic tyrant really had such emotions—the cannon fodder troops of the Chaos Monster began to move more A turbulent situation emerged from the smoke and storm, and another more terrifying monster also appeared on the battlefield.
It is a giant flesh and blood beast that looks like a giant to ordinary people. They are four or five meters high and vaguely have a human shape, but every limb is abnormally swollen, with huge festering sarcoids all over the body, swollen muscles and blood vessels Almost bursting out of the body, they have no obvious heads, and on the top of the ugly body, there is an irregularly shaped black protrusion, and two rows of dark yellow eyes are frantically twitching on the rotten flesh. It's chilling to look at.
These terrifying monsters seem bloated, but they are actually very fast. They seem to have the ability to control gravity. Their bloated bodies are always floating in the air three or four meters above the ground, and countless evil runes are on their skins. Go, give them various protective effects and pollution abilities. Within a few hundred meters of these monsters, everything is withering and collapsing, life is speeding up, weapons are rapidly decaying, and even the mind seems to be infected with the disease, becoming groggy and haunted by nightmares.
These powerful features make them completely different from those cannon fodder Chaos monsters.
They are the monsters called "Derivatives of Lockmarton", deformed demons that can only appear in the depths of the nightmare world, and are directly conceived by Lockmarton's thoughts.
As soon as these monsters appeared, ordinary frontline soldiers were immediately affected greatly. Although everyone in the expeditionary army has the ability to use divine magic to dispel this negative energy, hundreds of such monsters appear on the battlefield at the same time, and the pressure on the sanctuary warriors as ordinary people still increases sharply. Visible to the naked eye, a column collapsed on the flank of the legion.
At this critical moment, ten wardens immediately took over the severely injured legion's front arrows, and the rock giants instantly crossed the entire battlefield, standing upright in front of the "derivatives", sheltering the crumbling flanks. The words of the goddess floated on their huge bodies, and a layer of light curtain jumped and formed between them, blocking the corrosive power of the derived body.
A rock-like warhammer appeared in the hands of the King of Mountains and Rivers, Gordon. He hammered the hammer to the ground, and in the shaking like an earthquake, the derivatives closest to him instantly turned into gray-white stones and crashed to the ground.
"Hahaha, I haven't played these 'meat pockets' for a long time, and the feel is still as bad as ever!!"
Gordon laughed heartily, with strong disdain and strong confidence in his words. His voice swept across the entire battlefield, reviving the morale of the legion that was a little shaken by the continuous psychic attacks.
"Really? I think these guys are perfect targets. Burn them and they'll be crispy!"
The voice of Gulash, the King of Fire, came from the side. Powerful scorching rays shot out from the eyes of this bald rock giant. When the rays were focused, derivatives exploded and shattered like firecrackers. .
But more derivatives emerged from the smoke, and their growth rate was obviously faster than that of the wardens.
Another group of lights of order appeared behind the wardens. This group of lights jumped several times in the formation of the knights, and came to the king of mountains and rivers. The latter glanced down and saw a majestic silver-white giant wolf.
He knew this giant wolf. According to Calassius, this was the changed appearance of the "wolf" lady. He was a little surprised to see the light of order surging on the opponent's body, which was even purer and brighter than the lights of order on the wardens.
A voice sounded from near the head wolf's nose: "How far are we!? Are we close enough to attack?"
Gordon took a closer look, only to see that it was Hao Ren standing on the bridge of the giant wolf's nose.
"To be honest, I'm not optimistic," Gordon's voice was no longer as loud as before, he restrained the vibration of the air, confining his voice to the surrounding area, "Lockmarton's minions are more difficult to deal with than imagined, until now it even Even the main body is not exposed. When we launch an attack at this distance, it is easy to be blocked by a large amount of cannon fodder and Lockmarton's thinking barrier."
"It's really too far... It's very likely that the plan will go wrong here." Hao Ren straightened his body on the bridge of Lily's nose, looking up at the spiral hill. "We must break through these difficult cannon fodder."
"Derivatives must be eliminated," Gordon said in a deep voice, "They are equivalent to the flesh and blood extension of Loch Marton. If they are eliminated, the defenses near Spiral Hill will be greatly weakened."
"They all seem to have come out of nowhere," Hao Ren frowned, and looked towards the direction where the derivative body was "born", where two pillars of smoke were continuously creating that bloated and ugly monster, "That smoke pillar It's weird, the defense is high, and there are too many guards around."
"Because Lockmarton's two tentacles are inside the smoke column," Gordon said seriously, "we must find a way to destroy them."
Hao Ren nodded, looked in the direction of the two smoke pillars, and then shifted his gaze to the place where the Sanctuary Army and the Chaos monsters clashed.
Things are not going well.
The battlefield is like a rough grindstone, which can grind the sharpness into residues. The silver arrows of the Sanctuary Legion slammed into this grindstone fiercely. In the constant grinding and wear, it has been layer by layer. The ground was consumed, and even though they were still advancing, the speed of this advancement was slowing down to a degree visible to the naked eye.
They're about to fail.
If this trend continues, let alone causing enough damage to Lochmarton, it will be extremely difficult for the army to even break through the Chaos line of defense.
Hao Ren shook the pistol in his hand, and lightly tapped the bridge of Lily's nose with his heel—this was a signal to charge.
Although this is not in line with the previous plan, and consuming strength and exposing yourself in advance, it is easy to greatly reduce the final effect of the entire plan, but it seems that there is no choice at present-if you can't reorganize the morale of the legion, break through this deadly meat grinder line of defense, then the follow-up plan has no chance to start at all.
But just as he was thinking this way and was about to put his thoughts into action, a strange commotion suddenly came from the flanks.
He immediately looked up, but saw a large number of shaking black shadows suddenly appearing on the edge of the dim and chaotic battlefield.
Those black shadows stretched into patches, but they didn't have any banners or numbers, and they didn't look like the minions of Chaos.
After they got close enough, Hao Ren finally knew what it was—
It's the "Legion of the End"!
With tattered attire, twisted and festered limbs, and a completely inhuman face, this "legion" that looks as hideous as a chaotic monster has appeared here. No one knows how they left the land that bound them. The position of obsession came to this battlefield across the scorched earth plain full of chaotic monsters, but they just came, and they came beyond everyone's expectations.
The twisted and mutated legion came to the flanks of the Sanctuary Knights, attracting everyone's attention. Afterwards, Hao Ren saw an extraordinarily tall warrior walking out in front of the "Legion of the End".
Like the others, he had completely lost his human form, and the multiple growths of bloated limbs and clusters of tentacles made him look like a monster. The warrior staggered to the front of the queue, and then took out something from between his mutated limbs with unusually clumsy movements, and unfolded it.
It was a tattered rag.
He solemnly unfolded the rag and hung it on a rotting bone spur behind his back.
Then he staggered in front of the astonished knights, shook his body hard, and tore the flesh and blood on his chest with his festering bone claws. He tried hard to make some noises, but what he finally made was a burst of noise. A hoarse, eerie howl.
No one could understand what he said, and the ancient warrior himself had completely forgotten the language of men.
"I heard the bell...we're coming along...are we attacking?"
That's what he wanted to ask—but no one could communicate with him.
The shouts of the frontline stormtroopers crossed the battlefield and spread to the flanks, and the storm rolled up by the chaotic smoke column rolled past like thunder. The twisted soldier finally noticed all of this. He seemed to be listening, and then raised his head.
The whole legion behind him turned.
And at this moment, another team rushed over from the rear of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Army.
They are shimmering ghosts, skeletons shaped like dry bones, hollow armor, and holy robes floating in mid-air.
They are the heroic soul legion of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Army, the dead who have been buried in the city of the gods for 10,000 years. In the original plan, they will serve as the backup force of the legion. When the attack on Spiral Hill is frustrated, they The attack will be launched, because the soul power of the dead has begun to dissipate, and their attack must be saved until the last moment.
It seems that this is the last moment they selected.
The dead crossed the line of the living, and silently but firmly stepped over the order shield jointly supported by ten wardens. A tall ghost in a white holy robe passed in front of the twisted warrior, and he stopped slightly. , patted the opponent's shoulder with his hand.
Brother, the attack is on.
So, all the troops charged. (to be continued~^~)