In front of the garden, the door of the villa creaked open. The priest's objection had long been held in his itchy throat, and he could not scream even if he had a thousand pounds, and the strength of his cough directly interrupted his thoughts again and again.

His desire to survive overcame the idea of making a contribution, and he followed the soldiers who kicked the door open. If he insisted on not opening the door any longer, he knew that his face, which was as purple as the other soldiers, would sooner or later become as pale as a corpse.

The once ordinary iron-clad wooden gate was so kind at this time.

The priest's eyes were full of tears, and he actually thought of the scene of the birth of a newborn that he had witnessed with his own eyes some time ago. As long as he can go out, he can be "born" in this world again like a newborn.

Staggering out of the gate, it's the familiar high-walled compound! Before the priest could embrace the fresh air in front of him and say goodbye to the yellow-green demon behind him, he fell to the ground violently.

"Put your hands on your head and kneel on the spot, or you won't be left alone!" The commandos on the roof had already pointed their guns at these poor eggs who couldn't stand the poisonous fumigation. Unexpectedly, however, four of the less than ten enemy soldiers who were able to make it out of the room fell to the ground on the spot. The others didn't care about the dizziness and the tearing pain in their lungs, and hurriedly followed the people on the roof to shout.

"Well, there's no way to save it." A certain chemical defense soldier was carrying a steel cylinder with more than half a bottle of gas, and the voice of regret or pity came from the mask. "Before the report, it was pointed out that the first target has been completely cleared and the effect is good, and the situation in the house has not yet been determined, and it is complete."

One of the priest's nerves was severely irritated, and the unprecedented nerve current stopped beating before he could completely flatten the cobblestone path.

The "Demon ...... of the Other World" is still functioning in the brain, and the residual consciousness has not yet dissipated. God, save the Western Expeditionary Army, save your Twin Moon Cultists! ”

The priest's spiritual hands had been clasped together again, and he had prayed the last prayer of his life. However, his hands were still pressed against the stone path, and the only change was that his eyes lost their luster.

Half of the commandos fastened their ziplines and quickly descended to the ground. Half of the dead were dragged aside, and the commandos near the door put on gas masks and sealed the door again.

"These people won't live long." The two young men dragged aside a strong man whose face was as purple as an eggplant. However, even if the main ground forces, who were still clearing the road dozens of meters away, were willing to drag these seriously poisoned people into ambulances, and the ambulances could save their lives, they were already doomed to spend the rest of their lives in pain if they did not choose to surrender at the beginning, let alone be competent for any job.

The assault team on the ground regrouped, kicked open the gate of the courtyard, and headed towards their destination from the main street road. On the side roofs of their buildings, their teammates and chemical defense soldiers continued to slide down a floor with wooden planks and then continued to knock on the roofs of civilian houses.

"This is the Elta Army, don't be fearless resistance to the people in the house, come out of the house with your hands crossed, we will protect your life, otherwise please don't say that we haven't been reminded. This is Elta......"

In this small two-story building, which used to be a storefront, the petty officer who insisted a few minutes ago that the soldiers "live and die with the house" has long since collapsed in a pool of blood.

When the soldiers from the other world sent unknown poison to the house, the soldiers in the small building still looked like they were in a stable battle. However, after seeping out the yellow-green gas that they had never seen before, and even witnessing their comrades staggering out of the house, the soldiers' sense of resistance completely collapsed.

There is no pain in having a knife cut off their heads in the heat of battle, or letting magic take their lives—the goddess of death will lead them to Elysium in an instant.

However, this kind of cough, which seems to be choked by the throat of a non-existent bone finger, as if it is about to spit out the lobes of the lungs, even the Chinese soldiers who cast gas cannot stop palpitating, let alone the soldiers of the church army who will soon suffer such a loss......

"We, we surrender, please don't use that magic against us!" With the commander's head in hand, the earth-colored soldiers in the house smashed open the wooden door of the storefront. At the moment, the commandos tied up these good babies who were captured by the head in a circle, and waited for the large army to drive down the street.

It doesn't matter if they want to run, the city will probably change hands before sunset - where will they run then? Now you can run, why don't you go to heaven later?

Secretly, while the commanders, known as the "Comprehensive Administrative Law Enforcement Team for Town Management" and the "No. 6 Pharmaceutical Factory of Harbin Pharmaceutical Factory", took down several cities in succession, the other side of the town kicked up smoke and dust.

In contrast to the streets and alleys where there are floors where magic or bows and arrows can shoot from the windows at any time, the humble bungalows on the first floor have no such concerns. Compared to the wood-masonry composite houses that are relatively usable, most of the humble bungalows here are built with mud walls, wooden roofs or even hay roofs - they are completely useless.

The soldiers of the Western Expeditionary Army could not endure such living conditions. Today, however, they know very well that if this sprawling slum is lost, no one will be able to defend the city.

On the small castle in the middle of the city, the young guard's legs were shaking. The warriors he had sent to the middle of the cracks in the earthen houses, who dared to engage in white-knuckle battles with the devil, were being devoured little by little by the collapsed earthen walls and fiery golden magic.

The armored vehicle with a bulldozer shovel roared, repeating the forward-backward process, pushing one wall after another into crumbling clods. The warriors followed the chariot and pulled the trigger on all the guys with different uniforms.

"It's coming!" Of course, there were also brave soldiers of the Western Expeditionary Army who were unwilling to succumb to the power of shaking the earth and the mountains. They were in groups of three or five, hiding on the flanks of the steel monsters' projected paths, waiting to bypass them and deliver a fatal blow to the magicians.

"Brothers! Get it all right! The reckless man who took the lead emitted a faint blue light from his steel armor, and then the light of the magic seal also appeared one by one on the swords, chain hammers, halberd axes and other weapons and armor in the hands of the six people.

The earthen wall in front of him began to shake, and the shouts of people and the crash of machinery were getting closer and closer. The grinding of steel and such thoughts gave even the sharpest of warriors a headache.

Oh, my God...... This is the devil of hell banging on the edge of the pot, waiting for their souls to go to the pot! Such a thought came to the heart of the reckless man.

Humans can't compete with them! The reckless man shook his helmeted head violently, trying to banish the thought from his mind.

A completely different tremor reached the team's feet, and then the loess wall in front of them collapsed. The army-green paint of the dozer shovel and the original metallic color that has been worn away, and the dark brown of the earth abruptly add a strange element to the picture.

The bulldozer blade, like the jaw of a living man, retracted sharply, and the once-sturdy-looking wall of loess was suddenly a pile of dirt on the ground—the warriors had seen it all too well when they had just been lying on the roof, and now whoever rushed out would be beaten to the head by the strange wand of the magician sitting on the monster.

If you want to kill their mages at close range, you must wait for the steel monsters to drive past and the troops behind them turn astray. While several people exchanged glances and continued to hibernate, the tracks without glue had already compacted the loose loess again, and easily stepped over the wreckage of the earthen wall.

"It's now!" The reckless man stepped up to the earthen roof on the left side of the path of the 59 style, holding his long knife like a gust of wind, and slashed towards the center of the team where the tank drove by.

The disabled squad also suddenly appeared from both sides, holding all kinds of cold weapons and pounced on the infantry team.

Readily! The leader of the reckless squad in the lead slashed his two-handed long knife and let out a loud shout, cutting off the rifle and half of the upper body of an Elta infantry in front of him that had just been raised to block. He swept it over and saw that the other companions had also been captured—an average of one, and it seemed that there were not many problems.

"Sergeant!" The deputy squad leader shouted in pain. However, there was not much time left for him to continue the pain.

"Once the squad leader dies, the deputy squad leader takes over the leadership on the spot. The deputy squad leader was killed, and the remaining soldiers were on top in order of rank-" The instructor's words seemed to have just sounded in his ears.

"Comrades, avenge the squad leader! Don't panic, hold your ground! The adrenaline in the deputy squad leader's body began to explode, and roaring and giving orders became a weapon he used to dispel the terror.

The bastard with a two-handed long knife who slashed the squad leader is here! The deputy squad leader opened his eyes angrily, and threw the five or six halves of the belt as a throwing gun.

The long-knife reckless man naturally dodged and dodged, and easily avoided the "magic wand" thrown by the magician in front of him.

This magician is so strange...... He'd seen a melee weapon on top of a wand, but he hadn't seen a mage dare to throw it away as a throwing weapon.

Not good! He snapped into action, his head on the strange wand for too long. Almost in two seconds, the duel between the acting commanders had already been decided.

The bullets of the Great Black Star did indeed pierce the enchanted armor and the body of the reckless man. The bloodied knife fell sharply and landed impartially on the ground.

At the same time, the other Western Expeditionary Army, who had hammered a private to death with his height and surprise advantage at the beginning, fell into the grid of bayonets and was assassinated by all four Elta soldiers. This second squad behind the tanks dealt with all the enemy who had broken through, but it also suffered heavy losses - nearly half of the squad was reduced in strength, and they had to retreat immediately to make up for it.

"Can you lose like this?" The guys who tried to fight against the "Elta Magicians" at a distance were killed, but the guard used his vision magic to see the encounter between this squad and his brave soldiers in detail, and the result naturally made him covered in cold sweat.

Who told me it was a magician? The young guard almost wanted to scold his mother. Who has ever seen a magician so accomplished in assassination? Who has ever seen a magician who can read a note in front of a soldier?