"kill!"
"Kill!"
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The black torrent flowed. Whether they were warriors wielding swords and shields or monks chanting incantations, they all charged towards George's camp. As they approached, on the four corners of George's camp, those high platforms The improved version of the giant crossbow machine also began to play a role.
As a mechanical product, giant crossbows are not harmed by chants, and the undead mechanics who operate them are also protected by numerous mechanisms. Fortunately, they survived the divine chanting and became the guardians. The last line of defense of George's camp!
The crossbow string of the giant crossbow machine kept roaring all the time, constantly firing thigh-thick siege crossbow arrows into the black torrent. However, in the face of the powerful black-clothed guards, these siege weapons failed to achieve sufficient results. :
The black-clad guards in the front row covered the shield with fighting spirit, which greatly alleviated the lethality of the siege crossbow arrows. The sharpshooters in the middle row used their flexible movements to avoid the crossbow arrows, and the mages in the back row even more A refraction barrier was set up. When these siege crossbow arrows hit the barrier, they would slide down from both sides of the monk as if they hit a smooth slope.
From the original position of the black guards to George's camp, the giant crossbow machine could only fire five rounds before being bombarded by the divine crossbowmen and monks who were close to the shooting range. After these five rounds of siege crossbows, This surging black torrent only lost less than one-tenth of the unlucky ones. They were either the unlucky ones who were directly ejected by the shields of the teammates in front of them, or the poor ones who couldn't dodge in the center of the army. People, either, are idiots who have such wild ideas about treasure that they can't even maintain the refraction barrier around them.
The wall fell down and everyone pushed it.
The guards in black who usually fought against each other were united as never before, and their emotions were at an all-time high. And when they gathered in the corner of George's camp, with the combined efforts of everyone, what did a mere iron wall mean?
Swords are added to the body, potions corrode, magic bombs, and strange powers push forward.
Boom!
After several minutes of torture, the enchanted iron wall dozens of centimeters thick was finally unable to withstand the various attacks of the black-clad guards, and a large hole was forcibly cut out, revealing the true appearance inside——
High-end camps transformed by space magic are set up in an orderly manner. Neat and new spare weapons are hung in rows on the wall. Rare alchemy potions that can't even be bought on the black market, and even royal earls can afford to drink them. There are so many vintage wines in this camp that you can almost take a bath in them.
In addition to the wealth that is visible to the naked eye, the survivors in this camp are mainly humans and half-bloods - craftsmen, housekeepers and maids.
Since the logistics personnel either lived in caravans or huddled in tents close to the edge of the camp, these weak combat personnel were also lucky enough to escape the first round of hymn bombing. And these housekeepers and maids are all carefully selected and have beautiful faces and beautiful figures. They are usually responsible for the daily life of the vampires and do not have much fighting power.
Now that the vampires have been wiped out, these support staff can only huddle in the corner. And their trembling appearance aroused the most primitive animal nature of all the intruders!
Now, the only obstacles between the black guards and this large amount of treasure are George in the center of the camp, and a man standing next to him, with a stooped body and a rusty hand in his hand. Sword, strange zombie with white light all over its body.
"Kill the enemy's general and bring all these heretics back to the Heretic Trial Temple for interrogation!"
I don't know which team leader was the first to roar, and the black torrent started moving again. Facing the only two stubborn rocks left in front of them, there was only endless madness in their eyes!
Boom!
Another dull sound rang behind the black torrent, but few of the black-clad guards noticed that the enchanted iron wall that they had worked so hard to open a big hole in was inadvertently replaced with a new one. of!
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The Holy Dou Qi Blade is as strong as a horse, and the Heavenly Shield is as solid as a stone for defense;
The elusive bloodshot trap and the full-power hellfire spell;
One is like the strongest spear and the strongest shield;
The other seemed to have assembled an entire group of fire warlocks and an entire group of thieves!
It is clear that there are hundreds of elites on our side, and there are only two enemies, but the attack of the black guards has not been effective. This feeling is like two lone boats struggling to death in the black torrent, which seems to be crumbling. , but refused to succumb to the storm no matter what——
Not to mention the fact that the opponent occupies a favorable location and can quickly shuttle between the exquisite and sturdy tents. Due to the spells of the enemy general George, the entire vampire camp has long been reduced to a sea of hellfire and bloody threads. Every minute, every second, the black-clad The guards all concentrated on using their protective fighting spirit to resist the erosion of the fire;
Not only that, if you don't pay attention to the range of movements, you will be scratched by blood-colored threads in the air that are difficult to detect with the naked eye, but are as strong as steel wires, or even amputate limbs;
As for the feathered arrows, they were more like being shot into a silk hole. The arrows were obviously flying straight forward when they were shot, but at some point in space they would be stopped or stopped by the blood threads hanging in the air without any warning. It will deflect, and the final power will be greatly reduced. If you are unlucky, the arrow may be inserted into the back of the teammate's head;
Logically speaking, their life-based spells and holy fighting energy were enough to destroy an entire legion of undead, but they were ineffective against the two enemies in front of them.
The strange zombie with white light all over his body has been standing in front of him as the most solid human shield. His body seems to be a bottomless pit that can absorb all light elements, no matter how violent the holy light spell, holy fighting spirit or light magic crystal is. None of the arrows could cause any harm to him. Instead, they were all absorbed into his body and transformed into more intense holy fighting energy air blades.
And those corpses of friendly soldiers who fell on the ground also became extremely dangerous. Inadvertently, the blood in the corpses would suddenly turn into blood energy as thin as paper but surging like a waterfall. This blood energy seemed to be the sharpest. Like a blade, it lightly swept across the area, and there would be several more corpses of black-clothed guards who had been chopped off on the ground.
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"The black-clothed guards obeyed the order and demolished those camps. Don't leave any bunkers for them. The dead bodies were immediately doused with bottles of concentrated acid and the bodies were destroyed as soon as possible!"
"Monks stopped casting holy light bullets and switched to order spells and magic fists; warriors were prohibited from using holy dou qi air blades and instead used holy dou qi body protection for close combat; marksmen removed light magic crystal arrows and switched to standard crossbow arrows!"
"Soldiers and shooters, follow the footsteps of that weird zombie. There must be no ambush or traps on the route he takes!"
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In this anxious battle situation, Jason, the general whom all the black guards disliked, stepped forward and took command of the scene.
Jason, who was hiding behind the black guards, was not idle. His keen insight soon came in handy. After discovering the enemy's attack pattern, Jason immediately directed the black guards to make adjustments.
Prefer to use tight spaces to lower the striking surface?
Then burn all bunkers to the ground!
Was the blood in the corpse used by the enemy?
Then destroy the bodies of your companions!
Light magic and holy fighting energy can't cause damage?
Then switch to another attribute attack!
Impeded by invisible threads?
Then follow the enemy's movement path!
only……
Why?
Why did George grow up to where he is today?
Jason recognized George's spell, which was recorded in the documents of the Temple of Inquisition. It is the vampire family's secret art of blood control, as well as the offensive spells derived from it.
The art of blood control can control the blood of living bodies and fresh corpses. If the corpse is destroyed with a concentrated acid bottle first, it can prevent the other party from ingesting the blood in the corpse.
But can ordinary vampires do this? Isn't blood control a control technique that vampires use to hinder their opponents' actions? Relying on the power of the Holy Fighting Qi to protect the body, this control technique is as useless to the Crusaders as scratching an itch, let alone stretching it into a thread to block the opponent, or turning it into a bloody waterfall to kill a large number of enemies.
To be able to control the art of blood control like an arm to such a level must be at least as strong as the vampire clan leader!
How many years has it been? How many years has it been? The young boy who was forced by the Pope to flee into the cracks in the void in the past has such appalling strength today. After obviously spending the same amount of time, why did this heretic improve so much when his strength stagnated? !
How can people be so different from each other? !
Kill him, I want to kill him!
Jealousy made Jason's face twist. He kept pushing the black-clothed deputy generals who were protecting him, so that these elites also joined the battle, outputting more violent attacks, using the human sea tactic to overwhelm these elites. Two heretics.
Even if you have the power to rival the gods, you still have to die in front of the endless crowd!
