Chapter 445

Ermenas, central school building.

"Below is the bridge pier college Darcy, against Chengzhai college Ling." With the referee's order, the two boarded the field.

Darcy, wearing dark steel armor, holds a strong long gun in his hand and waves it in the air. When he gets used to it, a burst of howling sound will sound in the venue. Then the long gun will stand on the ground. The chief of bridge pier college is standing in the venue like cast iron.

Even through the heavy armor, the students on the scene can still feel how powerful the body is.

On the other side of the arena, a young girl of the wing clan slowly lands from the sky in her silver armor. The wings behind her are not virtual bodies composed of magic or energy, but flesh and blood. Her silver and blue feathers are like swords, reflecting a series of dangerous brilliance under the light of the venue.

"The game begins!"

With the referee's order, Ling flew directly to the sky, and the blade feathers on her wings were scattered, like a cold light dagger around her body.

As a branch of orcs, wing clan has some abilities similar to Warcraft, which can turn wings into sharp blades for attack.

As she entered the air and avoided Darcy's attack range, the scattered silver plumes gathered in the air like swallows, and then dived to the opponent below.

The sharp edge, glittering with dangerous brilliance.

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Clancia, kenzon.

Breathing the choking smoke of the battlefield, in the dust, these Golden Red Knights charged down from top to bottom, like a torrent of dumping. The thin team of only 30 people is irresistible.

The horse leaped up and then fell down, and the image in front of him became bigger in the field of vision. The lance under the wrist and arm was already on the horse, and with the charge, it hit the image.

At the moment of contact, a huge force came from the tip of the gun. The lance was like a hot iron inserted into the butter, and the smoke was accompanied by zizisheng.

Even the heavy statue was picked up slightly at this moment, glided backward, and then cut a long and ferocious wound by the long gun like the sun. Among them, the iron flakes and mechanical flying, and the driver turned into broken flesh and blood in an instant, roasted and ground by high temperature.

Under the scorching torrent, more than 20 of the original 60 magic statues outside the city wall were scrapped in an instant, and the mages among them also died. After penetrating the sparse formation of the statue, SEG, with the havoc Knight behind him, turns the formation on the river bank, gasping for breath. The white breath comes from the gap under the helmet. The body inside the armor has been soaked with sweat, and feels a chill in the late autumn evening wind.

His eyes swept, a brief count of the number, more than 30 havoc knights, no less, worthy of the elite who have been through the battle.

Clenching the hot lance in their hands, they put up the horse again, and the sound of the horse's hooves changed from slow to fast. These knights in golden and red capes began their second charge.

On the battlefield, the demons scattered by the havoc knights are scattered on both sides. They no longer attack the city wall, but turn around. The demonic muzzle on their shoulders blooms with condensed brilliance, and then the blue light sweeps across the battlefield.

At such a close distance, the narrow and messy battlefield could not be avoided at all. The knights in the front line were the first to bear the brunt, and turned into a real burning flame in the light column. The armored horses and riders continued to move forward in the fierce pain and burning, and tried their best to block the rear team-mates for a few seconds. Then, as if they had lost all their strength, they fell on the side of the road, with a whine of horses, No more.

And the Knights of havoc in the rear keep going.

"Forward, clancia!"

Since the day of the uprising, the slogan of glory has never been cut off. The wish and belief from the bottom of my heart are so strong, like a burst flame burning in my chest, that people are ready to come out.

Everything in the field of vision seems to have no other things, there is only one belief in this life. Go forward, go forward, keep going forward, and there is only one way to open up the future. There is no other way.

Give up any weak fluke and fantasy, do not pray for any mercy and alms, only the long gun and flag in hand are so steadfast and firm, this is clancia's choice, belief and destiny.

The dilapidated city gate opens again. While the statue is fighting with the knight of havoc, a group of cavalry with no extraordinary strength rush out of the gate. They carry explosives to attack from the back of the statue. The dark gray armor is like a falling arrow and plunges into the chaotic battlefield.

In the face of this scene, the remaining demons on the field had no time to react. They knocked down a group of marauding knights. Then they were approached by the cavalry and detonated explosives. With a loud noise, the dust rose in the battlefield.

The battlefield was filled with yellow dust. With the sound of metal pulling and twisting, a tall magic statue fell down. Some of the mages tried to escape from the cabin door and escape from the air. Then a long gun was fired from the battlefield below, and it was interspersed in the air. In the air, blood flowers and stumps exploded, and then scattered on the ground.

Before the mighty iron magic Legion finally fell, there was no more metal friction and roar on the battlefield.

Regardless of the wounds and pain on the body, the remaining soldiers jumped off their horses and ran to the fallen comrades, looking for survivors even with one breath. A howl of grief sounded in the glow.

The night wind blows in the evening, and the pungent smoke and dust slowly disperse, leaving a battlefield of steel, blood, broken guns, and stumps.

SEG slowly stopped his horse, turned over and dismounted, and looked at the adjutant in the gully. His face, which had been fresh in the morning, was now covered with dust and sleeping here.

He carefully wiped the dust off his face and tried to lift it up and put it under the tree on the side of the battlefield.

Unfortunately, a sudden change sounded from the other end of the river.

Facing the last afterglow of the sunset, the tall body of brass and reddish brown slowly appeared at the end of the field of vision. The heavy metal shell refracts a shimmering light in the setting sun.

They went over the top of a slope and down it, their lower bodies shrouded in the shadow of night. That mechanical friction and roar, let a person move, bursts of panic and terror, just like the ancient legend of human eating beast.

The subsequent demonic legions of frost rose alliance, "bronze" and "fire sting" entered the battlefield. At this time, Jiansong city was in ruins, and the fallen bodies and craters outside the city wall made it difficult for them to quickly gather their troops together.

As the demons approached, the earth trembled, and then the demons stopped instead of moving forward. The magic statue with brass shell has two muzzles like a trumpet on its shoulder, which begin to condense the brilliance of magic, and then orange fireballs gradually take shape at the muzzle.

These statues standing in the valley in the evening are like lighting small suns. The burning light of fireballs reflects the night. The shadow behind the statues is in sharp contrast to the fire light reflected by copper metal on the chest.

The heat burns the air, and the fireballs and images twist and sway slightly in the light.

In the face of such a situation, the defenders in Jiansong city can no longer see anything else, only the rows of fiery fireballs slowly expand in the field of vision, and then slowly rise.

Until finally, the fire flooded every corner of the pupil.