However, the steel frenzy in the distance saw the player of the hostile camp at a glance, and the standard villain smile appeared on his face covered by exoskeleton scales. "Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe
The [Royal Knight Commander] looked at the monster-like dragon scale monk in the distance, retreated with a sad face, and shouted: "Big Boss, I am just a newbie, don't kill me."
"Newbie?"
However, the Iron Frenzy didn't care at all. He held up the chainsaw sword, jumped up more than ten meters high, and rushed towards the Royal Knight Commander at the other end of the city wall. "Then let me teach you a lesson! Take me a knife!" "Wait - don't come here!" The Royal Knight Commander panicked, raised the double-barrel hunting rifle in his hand and shot it at the chest of the Dragon Scale monk.
But the exoskeleton scales of the Dragon Scale monk were extremely hard, and the old shotgun could not break the defense at all, leaving only a little white mark.
"Stop him!"
"Kill that imperial man!"
The Thracian defenders swarmed up with swords and swords, hoping to surround the steel craze based on their number of people.
But the iron frenzy rushed directly into the crowd, his body turned rapidly, his chainsaw sword swung horizontally, and more than a dozen heads wearing helmets flew up, and blood was like pillars, spurting out from the necks of those headless corpses.
The Royal Knights Commander witnessed the tragic situation of his comrades with his own eyes, fled without looking back, and wailed in his heart: "Is this a player? Is the boss just that true?"
"Want to escape?"
Iron Frenzy looked at the player with his back to him, smiled grimly, and raised the blaster in his hand.
"Bang!"
The Royal Knights Commander felt that his eyes were dark and he thought to himself that something was wrong.
The metal fragments are inlaid on the back, tearing the flesh and blood. Under the huge impact force, his remaining body flew out directly, smashing hard on the city wall, and applying blood to the wall.
[You killed a [Thrace Low-Level Officer], obtained 1 gold coin, 250 camp contributions, 500 experience. ]
Iron Frenzy pretended to blow the smoke at the muzzle and said lightly: "It's no time to get it. This is much more enjoyable than processing documents in the office! It's true that it's a golden belt to kill and set fire, and work hard to become a black slave."
"Monster, don't be arrogant!"
"Kill him!"
"Go together, he's just a beast surrounded by us!"
The steel snorted coldly, spinning like a gyro, pulling the trigger again and again, creating a metal storm surrounding the body.
In just a moment, the blood was soaked in bricks and stones, the ground was covered with internal organs and limb fragments, and there was no Thracian standing alive beside the Iron Frenzy.
And in another line of defense in August City, lightning, flames and frost burst out from the elemental tower, killing players within a radius of 100 meters.
"Boom!"
The roar sounded, and another thunder of thunder as thick as a bowl fell from the elemental tower, splitting the players who were trying to climb the city into charred pieces.
"Ignorous mortals, how can you understand the mystery of spells! The rich magical heritage left by the Holy Farland is a peak that you will never reach in your life!"
The mage of the Thrace Arcane Legion was suspended in the sky, his face was as cold as ice, his staff swung in the air, the red and golden robe behind him roared, and the majestic magic waves filled the surroundings.
Thunder and flames surrounded him, constantly descending from the sky, ruthlessly killing the players around him.
At this moment, a shocking shout came from the bottom of the city wall, shattering the clouds above and almost falling from mid-air.
"Bold monster!"
I saw a monk with a five-meter-long body and a thorny body appearing under the city wall with a fierce momentum.
The monster-like monk actually had six thick arms, each with a fist the size of a casserole on it, and the smooth head reflected a dazzling light - it was the famous monk player [Dawei Tianlong].
Damn it, what is this?
Human monk?
No, this guy who is more than five meters tall and has six arms doesn't look like a normal human.
Thrace's eyes narrowed under the strong light, frowned, and was full of doubt, but he still waved his staff at the strange monk.
"Boom!"
A thick thunder fell from the sky, slashing a charred pit on the ground, but the monk disappeared.
Suddenly, a huge six-armed shadow appeared above the city wall. Thrace's head raised in horror and saw the six-armed monk falling rapidly from the sky, waving his fists, and his face full of anger.
"Prajna Bama coaxes! The flying dragon is in the sky! The demon is killed!"
Master Thrace quickly raised his staff, and a light blue protective array blocked him.
But the six-armed monk waved his arm, his fist turned into countless afterimages, and the fist's qi fell like raindrops, instantly shattering the protective magic circle.
Master Thrace activated the energy of the elemental tower, and countless thunder rushed towards him like a silver snake dancing, turning into a lightning cage, imprisoning the monk inside.
"How dare you show off your skills in this class?"
The great power Tianlong was not afraid, and used his energy to protect his body, and broke through the thunder's shattering bond with the bombardment of thunder. His fist as big as a casserole hit the head of Master Thres.
"Boom!"
The Thrace mage could not dodge, and his head exploded directly, and fragments of skull flew everywhere, red and white splashed all over the ground.
"Kill him! Oh my God, that monster killed Lord Carl!"
"Shoot!"
The soldiers of Thrace also discovered this uninvited guest. In an instant, several Sun God's crossbows pointed at him, and the giant arrow dragging the light burst out, and hundreds of bullets shot towards him.
The Great Wild Dragon threw out the headless corpse of Master Sereth, blocking the blockbuster bullets, then kicked his legs, flew over the eaves and walked around the wall, and flexibly avoided at the bottom of the Elemental Tower.
Then, he waved his fist frantically and smashed the bracket at the bottom with one punch, causing the Elemental Tower to tremble slightly and shaking.
"Crack--"
Electric light crackled on the tower, sparks interlaced on it, and the energy core at the top of the elemental tower flashed wildly, becoming extremely unstable.
"Come and help me!"
The great power Tianlong shouted, and in an instant, eighteen tall monks covered with gold powder stood up and ran behind him quickly - they were the eighteen arhats of the [Shaolin Temple] Guild!
"What the hell are they going to do?"
"Crazy!"
"Kill them! These madmen want to push down the Elemental Tower!"
The bullets and arrows of Thracian soldiers poured down, but these golden monks were invulnerable to swords and guns, like copper heads and iron arms, and could not be easily killed. "Hahahaha, I want to give you a big gift! The monks of Shaolin Temple - push me!"
The Great Power Tianlong laughed loudly, and blue veins burst out from his six arms, pushing the elemental tower with huge force.
After his order, the eighteen monks shining with golden light also pushed the tower with all their strength. The magic tower, which was dozens of meters high, was slightly tilted at first, and roared continuously, and finally fell irreversibly towards the August wall.
"No, don't--"
"Boom!"
A terrifying explosion occurred in the core of the elemental filled with magical energy, and a huge hole was blown up on the city wall, and none of the soldiers guarding the city survived.
"Abbot's mighty!"
"Awesome!"
The great power Tianlong put his waist on his waist and said proudly: "That's right, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Our Shaolin Temple has made hundreds of small monsters, and it should have built more than a thousand layers of pagodas underground."
The player next to him looked at the blood-filled monster monk, and his mouth twitched slightly: "Uh, good, good, the abbot really takes compassion as his heart's heart, and he probably has achieved his merits."
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After the players joined the battlefield, the Empire's offensive became even more fierce, and imperial people had appeared in many parts of the August wall.
"Imperial Man"
Above the Sun God Tower, Wilham's expression became increasingly distorted and ferocious, and an uncontrollable anger appeared in the golden eyes with sun wheel pupils.
He pulled out the final judgment spear, and a golden light rushed straight into the sky, the six wings behind him spread out, and the melodious chant sounded again.
"Destroy the Holy Guards, the Lord of Israel and the successor of Farland!"
In an instant, hundreds of angels with wings rose into the air, raised the flaming sword in their hands, and rushed towards the imperial people who had attacked August.
"Swish——"
The golden light blade cut through the sky and directly cut the earth. More than a dozen players along the way were split into pieces of meat.
The chains stretched out from the ground, entangling the players firmly, dragging them into the ground regardless of their struggles.
"Be careful, these elite monsters are very strong!"
"Don't be cut, they will be killed in seconds!"
The leaders of the six-winged Holy Guards raised their long swords together, released a golden light column that rushed straight into the sky, and sang in unison: "The sinful soul is burned, my Lord will last forever-"
"Boom--"
In an instant, countless golden-red flames descended from their long swords, and the gorgeous light dyed the night sky golden red.
Immediately, these flames fell on the heads of the imperial people in August, burning them all over.
But the stormy warriors echoed, and the heavy armored dragon-fate paladin took neat steps and appeared on this chaotic battlefield.
"The Dragon Lord is above everything!"
Anthony held up a spear with the Imperial flag and let out a roar.
Sparks containing the will and beliefs of the paladins rose into the air, gradually condensed into a red dragon, appeared in the sky, and rushed towards the Holy Guards. "Not good! Stop it!"
The faces of the leaders of the Holy Guards changed slightly, but the speed of the dragon phantom was too fast. The fierce dragon flames spewed out from the hideous dragon head, burning several Holy Guards to charcoal.
The giant claw swung and broke through the air, and white flames emanated from the tip of the claws - it was not a simple physical attack, but an attack directed at the essence and soul.
"Hiss--"
It teared the golden aura on the Holy Guards' bodies and completely tore their glamorous disguise.
Countless white wings fell from the air, but turned into blood-stained black feathers. The golden armor of the Holy Guards was dim and turned into red-burned hell iron.
Their perfect faces gradually distorted and ferocious, covered with cracks, dark red blood seeping out of the cracks, and a strange smile appeared at the corners of their mouths, like broken puppets.
"The sky feather burns her eyes, the sword breaks the helmet; the chant is made of the forehead, and the divine eyes are like torches"
But they did not notice any abnormality at all, and were still singing the so-called "chants", praising Willham's deeds, and expressing their loyalty and sanctity.
A army soaked in blood and smelled of sulfur from hell sang melodious chants, and this scene was particularly bizarre.
"Then what is that?"
"Are those monsters--the Holy Guards of His Majesty Wilham?"
"Then, isn't that my dead brother? Could it be that I was dazzled, how could he appear here?"
"Ammanata is above, that is the missing Earl Zorman! The defected god descendant is actually in that team!" The Thracian soldiers looked at the Saint Guards who had changed drastically in the sky. Many people were full of surprise and panic, and noisy talk echoed over the city wall.
It is interesting that the huge reactions are usually soldiers transferred from other regions, but the local defenders of August do not care, with a weak and numb expression, as if they already knew everything.
Thrace looked at the hell puppets with empty eyes and suddenly found a familiar figure - Baron Clarence, his former friend, who has been missing for many years and is said to have died on the battlefield of the Holy City, but he appears here at this moment.
Suddenly, he felt as if his heart was concentrated by heavy hammers. His face turned pale and his hand holding the long sword trembled slightly. "This, how is this possible? How could that Majesty be so crazy?" He murmured to himself in disbelief.
Combined with General Carlisle's words, he probably guessed the whole story:
All the people in August who resisted the contract of hell were captured by the crazy Majesty Wilham and made into puppets, and the souls of these Thracians were sacrificed to the devil!
Dayev felt a slump in his heart, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, but he was also a little lucky.
If he had not been demoted to the border at the beginning, I am afraid that now he would be a member of this terrifying army, and his soul would have suffered eternal torture in hell.
At this moment, the Holy Guards finally revealed their true faces.
They are empty shells of their souls, hell puppets made from the living Thracians as raw materials, and Wilham's most "loyal" confidants! "What the hell are they!" "What is the kingdom working with? Where have those dead compatriots gone?"
"Your Majesty, this is blasphemy!"
The loyal believers of the Sun God questioned loudly, wanting to ask their king for an explanation.
But Dayev knew clearly that these believers were destined to be answered-for the king they were loyal to was already terminally ill and hopeless. (This chapter ends)