Not to mention the uninformed natives of the Lance plane, even the well-seen dragons have never seen such a terrifying and bloody scene.

A swift salvo from the Demon Weapons Warband exploded a 'beautiful' ring of fire on the periphery of the battle circle.

Countless fragments of flesh and dust, sand and gravel whizzed like bullets in the flames, and countless stumps were interspersed within.

With just one blow, the natives of the plane in the charge lost nearly 10,000 people, and countless people were seriously injured.

However, what made the dragon lords even more stunned was that they took advantage of the burst ring of fire to cut the indigenous team in half, and rows of metal magic weapons rushed out of the wizard's defense line, sweeping away the remaining natives on the inside of the ring of fire like a violent wind sweeping leaves.

What about the trolls and ogres with rough skin and thick flesh and tenacious vitality, they were beaten into a sieve in an instant under the dense rain of energy rays. Just as they struggled to pounce on the Marksman's magic weapon, a terrifying stream of high-temperature flames nearly ten meters long erupted from the opponent's flat arm.

With energy rays in the distance, flame jets in the distance, and indestructible steel and iron bones, these self-proclaimed powerful Lance plane natives encountered the Terminator when they encountered the magic weapon legion that came in unison, and finally fell helplessly.

Even the powerful trolls and ogres have ended up like this, and the emaciated gnolls, green goblins, and kobolds are even more vulnerable. Their wooden sticks, stone sticks, wooden spears sharpened at the end, and stones used as throwing weapons were a dish in front of the magic weapons armed to the teeth.

The wooden stick is swung and broken......

Throw the spear and shatter it......

The stone was thrown, leaving white dots on the opponent's golden body......

Soon, the natives who had nothing could only fight with their strong bodies and bloody courage that were not afraid of death. Unfortunately, courage can't stop the energy rays, and hard skin can't withstand the burning of the hot flames, so on the frontal battlefield, the plane natives are in a dilemma.

rushed up, the weapon is not as good as the man, the defense is not as good as the man, and he can only end up with a miserable fate......

Retreating, there is a sea of fire rushing to the sky behind him, and the tall magic weapons are still pressing forward step by step......

For a moment, the inside of the ring of fire was filled with bitter and painful howls and roars, and tall figures fell to the ground under the dense rays, while more guys were still fighting hard.

And behind the rows of magic weapons, the figure of a human wizard can be seen faintly.

They never set foot in the dangerous frontier of battle, but under the protection of layers of magical weapons, they roam the battlefield with grace. As soon as they spotted a large, gritty man like a woolly rhinoceros rushing to the left and right, knocking down and overturning several magical machines, the wizards leaned in with a sinister smile.

Or witchcraft scrolls, or instantaneous magic wands, one after another witchcraft of different colors were thrown over, and the big guys who were on rampage before were weak in an instant, and they were besieged by many magic weapons.

Who knows how long the war will last, so most wizards have prepared a large number of sorcery items to cast spells on their own. In such a grand and fierce battlefield, try to preserve your strength as much as possible, and use witchcraft and puppets to consume the enemy's living force, this is the best way for wizards to fight!

The fight within the ring of fire was inextricably linked, and outside the ring of fire, the black-pressed natives were frightened by the flames rising in front of them.

They don't have the magic resistance of dragons or dragonmen, and they can wade through this sea of fire with ease and unscathed. Even a few unlucky enough guys were pushed by the 'companions' who kept coming behind them, and they 'rushed' into the sea of fire with fear on their faces, and then turned into terrible fire men with a terrible howl.

For a while, the offensive of the natives was unexpectedly stalled!

Damn yes damn it......

The dragons flying high above the blue sky cursed one by one, and gave orders to the dragons mixed in with a huge roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

A tall and sturdy dragon man came out of the crowd, grabbed the short, thin natives and threw them into the flames. More than a dozen dragonmen did the same, and they actually used the lives of the natives to press out a path to the interior.

"Rush ...... Rush me in......"

As the dragons roared in unison, the sturdy natives did the same, grabbing their emaciated 'companions' and throwing them into the fire. Under the suppression of their tumbling and blood water, the sea of fire in front of them actually showed signs of weakening.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, more natives flocked in, enduring the pain of the flames, wading through the sea of fire and rushing into the inner ring.

In the distance, the goblin chariot's 5 fireballs of energy per minute were still roaring, but no amount of fierce bombardment and ferocious sea of fire could stop the charge of the natives of the plane.

Driven by the savagery of dragons and dragonmen, more than 200,000 natives of the plane were not afraid of life and death, not afraid of sacrifice, and rushed to the metal magic weapon at the front of the battlefield with wooden sticks and spears held high.

A bloody battle at close range begins!

However, as the main messengers of the war, neither Grim nor the dragons cared about the casualties on the battlefield.

Wherever the attack is blocked, roar a few times and urge, and where the defense line is somewhat loose, give an order and send some backup support...... It seems that they are all very close to the battlefield, but deep down, they are just a group of pawns that can be sacrificed at any time.

As long as their sacrifice is valuable and can offset the opponent's enough chips, the high-level leaders on both sides don't care who lives or dies!

On such a large battlefield, Grim had already released the plague poison spirit and blessed a poisonous aura on the periphery of the Demon Warband. It's just that in this kind of tragic battlefield where life and death are easily divided and bones are broken at every turn, it is difficult to see obvious results with a little more poisonous attack and less poisonous attack.

However, every natives who died of poison on the battlefield of Nuo will quickly decay and decay, exploding into a cloud of yellow-green poisonous mist, thus infecting more enemies. And some of their dead souls also turned into a faint white light, which converged on the body of the plague poison spirit, thus making its soul aura stronger and stronger.

After following Grim for so long, this plague spirit that has fused with Grim's soul has never really eaten enough. Grim has become a third-order wizard, but he is still only a second-order high-level guy, and he is simply worthy of the name of soul armament.

Today, in this battlefield of flesh and blood, Grim has finally let go of all its authority and given it the power to kill as much as it wants.

Also active on the battlefield are Billis, the Worm Witch, and a group of Crimson Wizards.

The way Biliss evolved determined that he was not suitable for fighting between the strong, but was more suitable for the chaotic battlefield in front of him.

Swarms of black beetles flapped their elytra, one large and one small, and merged into a black torrent that rushed left and right on the battlefield, constantly engulfing and biting the natives of the Lance plane. And the five-headed Void Marauder took the eleven demonized mantis and turned into a whirlwind, wildly sweeping the battlefield.

On the smoky and chaotic battlefield, those plane natives who were bravely charging were running and fighting, and their heads suddenly rose to the sky, and the blood in their necks spurted out a fountain of blood.

Void Marauders who can take advantage of the stealth of the interdimensional layer are invisible demons to the natives of the plane. They couldn't even figure out their shape and location, and life after life was harvested.

As for the demonized mantis, which only has the ability to stealth the grass and trees, it looms on the battlefield, relying on its extreme flight speed to run rampant, frantically killing one enemy after another.

They consciously bypassed the big, thick-skinned men and slaughtered the weaker natives of the plane, so they ran rampant on the battlefield and could hardly find any opponents.

Medusa Dana and Caron the Manticore also took their kinship to the battlefield, slaying the fish behind the metal weapons. Whether it's Dana's snake arrows or Caron's low-altitude dive, they are deadly enough for the natives of the plane who don't have a solid stomach.

Occasionally, when she encounters a powerful guy, Medusa only needs to launch a 'petrified gaze' at close range at the expense of her source power, and the other party will be ready to be killed.

As the Crimson family grew stronger and stronger, the two of them had fewer and fewer opportunities to play. Therefore, they cherish the fighter in front of them more and more, and they are almost fighting and killing with all their might.

And that second-order splitter Gru stood high above the back of the magic puppet dragon like a huge metal platform, and thousands of chains of energy snaked and stretched like snakes rippled around his body. The Demonic Golem Dragon beneath it did not participate in the fight, and its body overflowed with energy chains similar to Gru's, but more numerous and denser.

These chains of energy are constantly stretched, occasionally linked to a goblin chariot or goblin airship beneath you. And every time the energy chain is successfully linked, there will be a lot of magical energy poured into the target demon's body along the milky white chain.

It is precisely by relying on the continuous charging of the Split Brain Gru and the Demon Weapon Puppet Dragon that these nearly 100 goblin chariots and thousands of metal magic weapons can continue to kill and attack. Otherwise, such a high-intensity battle would have exhausted the demonic energy stored in their bodies long ago.

Meryl sat in the Cruise Mothership Command Hall, acting as the supreme commander of the entire battlefield, while the Crimson Family 2nd Order wizards who specialized in fighting and killing stood on the flight deck of the Cruise Mothership, watching the dragons hovering in the distance.

At the front of them were Grim, Mary, Alice, and the elemental machine.

Grim infused the flame clone into the Elemental Machine, acting as an alternative chip.

As for himself, he stood straight at the edge of the deck, coldly glancing at the dragon lords who were not moving forward.

To be honest, the Crimson family has never suffered a loss in this regard since mastering the goblin plane.

When the cannon fodder is consumed to a certain extent, it is time for these dragons to sit still and set foot on the battlefield.

That's when today's battle really began!

Grim waited coldly......