The airship gradually lowered in altitude, and white steam filled the sky over the fortress, and the hot gas turned into water droplets in the cold morning air, making the slave soldiers around the airship shiver.

A narrow metal spiral staircase was lowered, and a Templar dressed in the same armor as Abraham's, but in more elaborate armor, stepped out of the airship, carrying a long club.

A U-shaped structure is attached to the front of the stick, in which lightning bolts are constantly shuttled back and forth.

The new Templars were followed by four samurai dressed in black full-body armor, their tall and heavy armor reminding the Demon Hunter of the Sadistic Champion he had faced.

The Templars did not seem to have any intention of communicating with their colleagues, and with a simple wave of their hand, the four samurai behind them silently walked towards the metal box containing the worms.

The demon hunter gave the female warrior a look, gesturing to be ready for a surprise action.

With the rest of his eyes, he could already see that many of the slave soldiers had begun to tremble uncontrollably, and large drops of cold sweat dripped down the bridge of their noses to the ground.

In the face of the former masters, it is very good that these slaves can hold on to the present.

Abraham walked up to the new Templar with a serious face, bowed his head and saluted: "My lord, for your safety, please complete the loading task as soon as possible, my forces can no longer resist the new attack of the Tyranids." ”

"I have my own measure, and I don't need you to say much." The new Templar looked at Abraham in front of him with interest: "You are the lucky one who was picked out of slavery by the mage?" ”

Abraham still lowered his head and did not answer, Xu Yichen found that Abraham's calves were trembling slightly, and the slave soldiers who were close behind him began to tremble even with their hands holding weapons.

"How does it feel to wait to die?" Fortunately, the new Templar was fully focused on the aliens in front of him, unaware of the slaves' anomalous appearance: "Soon you will be turning into food for bugs along with your former friends." ”

"Slaves will always be slaves!" The Templar said contemptuously, and the four black-armored warriors behind him had already installed the rope hanging from the airship and the metal box.

"My lord, it's been fixed and ready to set sail." A black-armored warrior turned to report to the Templars.

"Let's go, leave this shit here to die!" The Templar turned and walked towards the cabin, which he would not have stepped out of the float if it weren't for the slave-turned-Templar.

This slave-born guy was a disgrace to the Templar class, but fortunately, after a period of operation, this guy was placed in a mortal position.

Master Witt's temporary call for the order of the float boat gave him some attention to see the slave's desperate expression, and he could talk to the others when he returned.

It's a pity that this person is too uninteresting, and he has no self-knowledge of dying at all, wasting his time.

"Wait! My lord! A wounded lone wolf mercenary blocked the Templars' path: "What about us! We should have withdrawn with you! It's not part of our mission to wait here to die! ”

"I'm sorry, outsider, but my mission doesn't include taking you with me!" The Templars looked at the mercenaries in front of them with a grim face, and felt that these outsiders were really uneducated.

So he raised his chin at the black-armored warriors, and the black-armored warriors dragged this person back like a dead dog, and in terms of strength, the strength of these people was above that mercenary.

The sword and shield warrior and the archer glanced at each other, and what the Seris said was true, the damn mage really wanted to trap them on purpose!

"Do your job, outsider!" The Templars looked up at the float in the sky: "Otherwise, you will die immediately!" ”

As he looked, everyone saw sharp arrows pointing at them from the portholes of the floatboat, followed by a pair of cold and ruthless eyes.

The mercenaries who came in the floatship knew that this never-before-seen flying object could easily carry forty armed men.

What's more, the floating boat in front of them is far bigger than the one when they came!

Everyone looked at the Demon Hunter, the Seris again, hoping that he had prepared for the situation.

The Demon Hunter lived up to his expectations and whistled vigorously, attracting the attention of the Templars and Blackarmoured Samurai: "Hey, fool, watch behind you!" ”

The Templar turned back to him with some confusion, and was greeted by Abraham's iron fist, a metal-gloved fist that easily smashed the bridge of the Templar's nose and half of his teeth.

"I have a name!" Abraham's eyes flashed with anger: "My name is Abraham Lincoln!" ”

In the next second, the ranger's continuous bow pulled, killing two people before the archers on the float could react.

Behind him, Mancini raised his crossbow and fired his own bolt at close range, piercing the head of a black-armored samurai through the gap in his helmet.

The samurai let out a loud cry and raised her shield to face the rain of arrows, knocking a black-armored samurai to the ground, and the shirtless barbarian berserker beside her swung a giant axe and dodged one of the opponent's arms.

"My wild cow, you simply mesmerize me!" Mad Bull excitedly followed behind the female warrior and helped the other party block the attack of another black-armored samurai.

Vittoria had a dark face and didn't say a word, the flail in her hand swung higher than usual, more often than usual, and smashed her opponent only with the power to parry.

The slave soldiers seemed to be shocked by what they saw, perhaps they were used to killing each other with the bugs when they were under control, but this was the first time they had used their will to wave their weapons at the enemy.

And this enemy is the master who was once high.

This cost them the opportunity and they were shot down by the archers on the floatboat.

"My brothers! It's time to prove yourself! Abraham took the Templar hair in one hand and put his sword across the neck with the other, shouting, "Are you afraid? Now you can shout it out! Are you afraid of death? Prove it! Kill all the crumbs on the ship! ”

"Ah!!! Yes!! Yes! The slaves let out a terrifying roar and rushed through the open hatch with their spears in the rain of arrows.

Although their weapons are not long enough for indoor combat, they still have teeth, fingernails, fists, and an angry free heart.