"Hahaha! My chainsaw sword is already hungry!"
"Give your life!"
The dragon scale monks held their guns, waved the chainsaw sword, and rushed towards Saint Michael one after another.
As a product of the imperial genetic modification technology, their charging methods are different from those of ordinary soldiers. Others run on two legs, and they get into the "Flying Cannon" and fire themselves.
Some dragon scale monks grabbed the claws of the flying dragon with one hand, let go of their hands when approaching St. Michael's city, calculate the position, and let themselves fall directly.
Just smashing into the crowd can cause hundreds of casualties, smashing the flesh-and-blooded Thracian soldiers into meat sauce, causing them to fly everywhere.
"Boom!"
The iron craze fell from the sky, and fell on the city wall with the roar, using more than a dozen Thracian soldiers as meat pads. "Hahaha! A wonderful day starts with the jumping gang!"
This guy has been completely immersed in role-playing, forgot his identity as the president of the Mechanical God Church, and has become an absolute war madman.
"What a wild beast!"
"Hurry, kill him!"
"The evil dragon's minions killed this day! How could he appear here!"
Although the Thracian soldiers around were extremely frightened, they still surrounded them and used their old double-barrel hunting rifle that had been eliminated by the Empire for several years.
"Bang! Bang!"
The hot lead bullet hit the steel-fly exoskeleton armor, all of which were bounced away easily, and even a tiny trace could not be left behind. "How dare you fight back?"
Steel raised his eyebrows, raised the blast gun in his hand, and pointed the muzzle of a small cannon at the group of Thracian soldiers.
"Bang!"
Fire burst out from the muzzle, and the bullets exploded into countless pieces before hitting the target, forming a storm of metal fragments, tearing the panicked Thracian soldiers into pieces.
"Bang! Bang!"
A few more loud roars, and the steel frenzy fire shot several times at the surroundings, and another piece of flesh and blood flew across the body, and the fan-shaped firepower net tore everything nearby to pieces.
"Amanata, monster, that's simply a monster!"
"Don't get close to it!"
"How could there be such a thing on the sun god? Even bullets can't hurt it!"
In front of the shattered corpses of their comrades, Thrace's soldiers finally lost all their courage. They looked pale, their legs trembled, and they couldn't help but retreat, instinctively trying to get away from the monster in front of them. "Tsk tsk, this is what you want." Steel Frenzy blew away the smoke from the muzzle, then pulled out the chainsaw sword, and said with a grin, "Since you don't dare to go up, I'll come to you myself!"
Steel Frenzy leaped and jumped directly into the chaotic crowd.
"God!"
"He is coming!"
"He is coming!"
Faced with the attack of the Dragon Scale monks, these Thracian soldiers seemed to be frightened by flocks, panic and confused, and at a loss. "Wow!"
The steel craze was fierce, and it was punched out. The Thracian soldier in front of him suddenly exploded like a watermelon, and the red and white flowed all over the ground.
Immediately afterwards, he grabbed another soldier's neck and threw him directly from the towering city wall.
"No, no, help--"
The soldier let out a terrified wail, but in just a few seconds, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from the ground, and the soldier no longer had a rest.
The soldiers around fled in fear, pushed each other and kept wailing and crying.
But there were also Thrace soldiers who knew the situation and wanted to fight to the death. They waved their swords to slash at the back of the Dragon Scale Cultivator, gritted their teeth and roared: "Kill him! Fight to the death! If you don't solve this guy, there will be no way out!"
"Yes, we will go together, I don't believe this guy has no weaknesses!"
In an instant, several sabers and long swords waved, and slashed at the back of the steel craze, and slashed towards the neck, head and other vital parts.
"Good come! The time is unparalleled in the battlefield!" Iron Crazy laughed, turned around suddenly, and the chainsaw sword in his hand turned at high speed, slashing behind him.
"Spit——"
The sound of the limbs being torn to pieces resounded across the city, making the scalp numb.
The chain saw sword cut off the Thracian soldiers who wanted to attack in half like to tear a few damp rags. Blood gushed out from the incision and splashed on the steel frenzy face. "Happy!" Bathed in blood, the iron frenzy rushed into the crowd like the choice of Barr, killing and slashing.
"Buzz——"
Another sword was slashed down, and the high-speed chain saw cut the flesh and bones, cutting off the Thracian soldiers' shoulders and most of their upper body, and various internal organs gushed out from the body.
This is the ultimate violent aesthetic of the Dragon Scale monks, which makes these ordinary soldiers feel the primitive fear from the soul.
"Monster!"
"Amanata"
At this moment, these imperial soldiers could not even raise the idea of resisting, leaving only instinctive panic.
"Bang!"
Another roaring gunshot, and a fire burst out from the gun. In this way, the Thracian soldiers in front of them fell to the ground in groups, leaving no sound.
The soldiers beside him were slaughtered, and the steel frenzy turned around and looked at the other group of soldiers with their radiant eyes.
"He, what is he going to do?"
"No."
The group of soldiers who were targeted stood there, their legs trembling. They witnessed the brutal massacre of this monster with their own eyes.
"Boom!!"
A black shadow swept across the air, and the steel burst into laughter, "Come on, who dares to fight me!"
Under the impact of the Dragon Scale monk, several weak gaps appeared on the wall of St. Michael, and corpses were everywhere.
At the same time, the empire's fire bombardment became more and more fierce, and the two-legged flying dragons filled with ammunition swept across the sky again and again, throwing bombs as dense as raindrops.
The continuous explosions made the people hiding in the city frightened and could only curl up in the corner and tremble.
But then, those airships like giant whales swept across the sky, connecting them into a circle, casting huge shadows, and covering the city below.
Whenever a Thracian soldier emerges, he will be fired by elemental laser cannons and machine guns on the abdomen of the airship and will die without a burial place.
"Help"
"God, save us"
The Thracian soldiers hugged in the corner of the city and could only pray to the gods in their hearts in despair, begging for the other party's forgiveness. But soon, heavy footsteps came, and giant armor appeared on the road. They lowered their heads and extended their machine guns to the soldiers deep in the alley.
"Bang!"
"Blasphemer! You will all be judged!"
The voice of wrath came from the top of my head, and the angel gods slapped their wings hard, waved the flaming sword, and golden light blades flew out.
The flying dragon soaring in the sky was cut off its wings, the steam tank galloping on the ground was split in half, and even the dragon scale monk fighting in the crowd was cut off its head.
"Enter her!"
"That's the enemy's duke!"
"Come on, there's a big monster here! You can't see the level!"
In an instant, hundreds of players flocked to the swords in their hands, releasing various spells such as flames, thunder, frost, and attacking the angel gods.
Some players even directly snatched the Angel God's body, three circles inside and three circles outside, completely wrapping it inside.
"Judgement——"
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The angel gods raised their swords to the extreme, and golden flames burst out from their eyes.
"Swish--"
In an instant, the wings spread out, and thousands of dazzling golden lights were released. The players around the Angel God's descendants were burned in the light and eventually turned into ashes.
But soon, more imperial soldiers and players surrounded the angel gods, and countless bullets and shells poured in.
"Bang!"
A bullet engraved with magic penetrated through the wings, causing golden red blood to splash out, and blood-stained feathers fell from the air.
The angel god's descendants turned around like an angry trapped beast, roared angrily: "Silly mortal, you are looking for death-"
But soon, a silver arrow trickyly penetrated the shield and penetrated his shoulders, and the arrow burst into pieces in his body, flaming half of his body.
The Angel Gods roared in pain, but the players did not hesitate and their attack methods became more sinister and fierce.
The Dragon Swoo Saint Warrior wearing heavy scales and holding a giant shield stood on the front, attracting attacks from the angel gods, and behind it were many ranged professions such as archers, mages, and warlocks.
For example, the infamous thief player [Psalm of the Night], holding a crossbow that emits a sticky black mist, specifically shooting at the lower three routes of the angel gods, actually had an effect.
"Spit—"
A dark arrow cut through the air, hitting the bull's eye, and just pierced into the anus of the angel gods.
The face of the angel god changed suddenly. He was embarrassed and angry at first, then he was furious, his whole body trembled violently, and even the wings behind him trembled. "I'm impressed!" The poem of the night was filled with joy and couldn't help but cheer.
"You shameless scum! You should be trapped in the divine fire of the sun forever, and even your soul will be evaporated!"
With a fierce attack, the angel gods waved their broken wings and rushed towards the night poem in a furious manner. With a sword, the blood sprayed three meters high.
"Damn?"
The players onlookers were stunned and amazed, lamenting that they were one of the famous "Four Great Beasts", who could actually bring hatred to this level.
At this moment, a loud dragon roar came from the top of his head. Singo was driving the flying dragon, diving down from the sky, pulling the longbow in his hand, and a magic mark appeared on the chest of the angel god descendants.
But at this moment, the seriously injured angel gods were already hard to avoid, so they could only lift up the flaming sword in their hands and glar at the players in the distance.
"Swoosh--"
After the roar of thunder, the long arrows flashing with light tear apart the sky and shot towards the chest of the angel gods like a meteor.
Finally, the terrifying long arrow pierced the chest ruthlessly, piercing through the beating heart of the angel gods, completing the final end.
"How could it be?"
The angel god spewed out a mouthful of golden blood, half kneeled on the ground, and the wings behind it fell weakly - it was clearly just a group of lowly mortals, how could he kill a noble god like him?
"Damn, this boss will die soon!"
"It's Xin Gou again!"
"I'm really convinced. I worked hard for most of the day, but in the end I was robbed of the head of the person!"
"Hurry up and output, maybe I can get the experience!"
"Let's practice more food, can I blame me if I can't steal the head? Why don't you think about my own problems?" Singo hovered in the air, sneered, and then drove the flying dragon away.
The remaining players were furious and vented their anger at the dying angel gods.
But I never thought that divine light suddenly burst out from the eyes of the angel's gods, and a dazzling light also appeared in the heart, almost illuminating the body transparently, and a powerful wave of energy was emitted.
"That's--"
"This boss is going to self-destruct!"
"Run!"
Suddenly, the players around were shocked, but they had no time to dodge.
Along with the dazzling light, the core of divine power in the body of the angel gods exploded directly, and the majestic torrent of energy directly swallowed everything around, blowing a huge hole in the city wall. "Sir, let's go and leave here!" "But this is the city of St. Michael, the fortress in the eastern part of the kingdom. Once St. Michael is lost, the army of the Ashes Empire will threaten August and Your Majesty!" Tirena was still hesitant.
She came with Wilham's mission. If St. Michael was not defended, her prestige in the country would be greatly reduced.
At this moment, Misha in the distance also found the trace of Tirena. She rode on Smaug's back and pointed at the angel godly descendants with great momentum: "Chasing, that is the Duke of Thrace's godly descendants, Wilham's confidant, you must not let her escape!"
"Boom!"
Along with the sound of the bursting of air, a fireball containing a huge amount of energy flew from a distance.
Tilena quickly closed the wide wings to block the bombarding fireball.
The angel god next to him struggled to resist the attack of the flying dragon on both feet, and roared and persuaded: "Duke Duke, St. Michael's city can no longer be defended. We must return to August to meet His Majesty Wilham!
Your existence is more important than the city of St. Michael. Only the descendants of the angels and only the power of His Majesty Armanatta can save Thrace! ”
“Go! "Tirena looked at the imperial soldiers chasing him, unable to help but gritted her teeth, and then raised the flaming sword in her hand.
A light was released from the tip of the sword and rushed straight into the sky. The melodious chant was played, and the surrounding space fluctuated violently.
"Lock the space around me! "Misha ordered sternly, then waved her slender hand, and countless chains wrapped the space and solidified the magic net. "A mere dragon family member dared to stop me! I am His Majesty Amanatta's favor, the Duke of Thrace! ”
The divine power released from the Tirena sword was extremely powerful. In an instant, a dazzling light penetrated the sky, and the angel gods also turned into holy light and disappeared from their original place.
When Misha arrived, the angel gods were gone, leaving only a mess.
Missa rode on Smaug's back, looking down at St. Michael, looking at the soldiers who were wailing in the smoke of gunpowder, with a cold look: "Your so-called Thraces will no longer exist under the iron hooves of the empire." (End of this chapter)