"Boom!"

Fired the cannonball engraved with the magic spell, the black hole of the cannon emitted blazing white smoke exaggeratedly, and the cannonball turned into a magical beam, charging towards the Wyvern Legion.

The team of dragons in charge of the guerrilla roared, separated the three dragons, and turned their bodies into shields, taking the damage instead of the death squads that destroyed the city walls.

The dragon scales were scorched by the power of magic, the heat was overloaded, and the flesh was charred and smelled.

The wyvern let out a wailing sound, unable to hold its way, and slammed headlong into the wall, bursting into a cloud of blood. The near-death charge had an effect, and the entire wall trembled as if it had been attacked by artillery fire.

"Don't stop! The shelling worked! Keep shooting! ”

Second Lieutenant Bwannaba shouted wow, he was not tall in the first place, he looked like a teenager, but now he looked even younger because of his anxiety. He himself picked up a rifle that had been magically spelled by the French caster and shot blindly at the Wyvern Sea.

Aim? No, you don't. There are too many enemies, and you can hit whatever you want. The difference is a matter of efficiency. Save bullets? Save a fart, you have to save your life first, and then talk about the next question!

If you fight like this, you may not be able to win!

No matter how hard the French army tried, first frightened by the numbers, and then under the mental pressure caused by the frequent harassment of the flying dragons in the past few days, the French army really couldn't muster any courage now, and just mechanically obeyed the order and loaded the shells.

The dragon's attack had an effect, and the mana shield in the sky grew thinner and thinner, and it trembled every time the dragon attacked the city walls.

(No, it doesn't work anymore.) It's going to be over. ）

Every time I saw the protective shield tremble, everyone in the French soldiers trembled in their hearts.

"Hmm...... It's a bit inefficient...... Then, Yu will go on it himself. ”

As if sensing the dragon's inferiority in siege warfare, the dragoon general sighed, clamped the dragon's neck between his legs, and commanded it to rush down.

Generally speaking, the most taboo for army commanders is to go deep alone, especially on a single horse.

However, this [general] is obviously not suitable for the dark servant in front of him.

I saw him pull the reins in mid-air, step on the head of the flying dragon with one foot, and jump up with one force.

The dragon's head, which he had used as a stepping stone, exploded with a pop, and the dragon turned into a corpse and crashed into the city wall at high speed like a cannonball.

However, the moment he first came into contact with the city wall-

Burst!

Not the sound of impact. It's the sound of tearing.

The wyvern's corpse is deformed.

The crimson blood seemed to turn into some kind of alien existence, and the semi-coagulated blood turned into sharp piles, turning the Wyvern corpse into something like a giant meteor hammer.

The bloody nails mercilessly crushed the masonry they touched, and in an instant, most of the city wall collapsed. The black-clothed servant stepped on the falling scattered bricks and stones, and jumped again with the help of his strength, and the pitch-black figure was already standing on the city wall.

Holding a spear in his hand, two silver arcs suddenly appeared, and the French soldiers around him all lost their heads. From the part that should have been the neck, the blood was pumped by the heart and spurted out along the incision! It's like a cruel fountain of blood! Scattered into the air, the blood fell along the gravity, and turned into countless fine blood swords, and the blood pile nails that had been seen once before reappeared, and the surrounding French troops suffered heavy casualties.

The black-clothed servant rolled up his cloak and made a rather luxurious appearance, and on the ground behind him, the blood pooled into a river, and with his magic infected, it turned into sharp stake nails, piercing from the feet of the French army, passing through the body, and finally penetrating through the throat and skull, and the whole person was worn into a pillar of human flesh!!

In just one moment, beside the pitch-black servant, more than thirty people had already been pierced by the stake! Skewered by a blood pile, like a meat skewer to be grilled, it makes a vague sound while tasting the last of its strength and waving its arms!

Dance of Death!

"Wow wow! No more! I don't want to die!! ”

Where had the French soldiers seen such a horrific sight?

The fear of death, the fear of the death of comrades, the fear of unknown and powerful monsters, all came to an end, crushing the mood of the French soldiers.

One of the soldiers suddenly let out such a wail, threw down the cannonball in his hand, and was about to run into the city. One person's action instantly drives everyone's courage.

A lot of times, it's not that you don't want to do it, but you don't want to be the first to do it. As the saying goes, the gun shoots the first bird. Especially for such a thing as escaping, under normal circumstances, escaping is dealt with by military law. When encountering a deserter, the general has the right to shoot him with one shot. Therefore, no one dares to take the lead.

On the contrary, if one really appears to take the lead, then the others ......

Visible to the naked eye, the stormed eastern walls, the soldiers broke up. There was a whoow cry, and everyone scattered.

At the beginning, there were some stupid French soldiers who were worried about being dealt with by military law stood beside the artillery in a daze, not daring to escape, but the kind soldier next to him slapped him on the back and shouted: "What a god!" Run! Lives matter! ”

In a word, the reason of the remaining people was crushed, and the entire city wall was in chaos. Some people were even directly squeezed and fell, trampled to death, pushed down the city wall and fell to their deaths.

It's tragic.

The fear of these people has reached the limit.

Whoever it was, even Second Lieutenant Buwanaba, sat on the ground with a puff, his teeth chattering, his legs so weak that he couldn't move, and he could only rub his ass and move back.

"Don't, don't come here! Please, don't, don't kill me...... Wow wow...... Please! ”

He doesn't care about dignity or anything, if the opponent is a human being, then there is still the power of a battle, he will not be so cowardly, however, the opponent is a servant, or this kind of extremely exaggerated combat power of the servant, he has no intention of resisting at all, he just wants to beg for mercy, and beg the other party to show mercy.

"Hmph, spineless guy."

He sneered, looked at the wall at his feet, and ignored him.

This kind of spineless guy will definitely die in the melee afterward, he is very sure. There was no need to kill him in particular.

And, the guy with backbone, isn't he here?

The black-clad servant snorted, aiming at the wall itself.

Blood flowed from the city walls, and as weapons for the black-clad servants, they all turned into sharp stakes and spread to the bottom of the city, and in less than a moment, most of the strong city walls collapsed, and Second Lieutenant Buwanaba was also caught in the fall of the destruction of the city wall, and was crushed by layers of masonry and stone, and fell unconscious.

"Hey, that's an exaggeration, hey. I'm still too late. ”

Between the ruins, a thick smoke screen rose, and in a bloody mist, a tall man broke in through the clouds and mist, and let out a sigh of self-blame.

The battle axe in his hand fell, and the strong blond man stretched out his hand and pointed at the black-clothed servant opposite.

"Let me ask you, are you the enemy's general?"

"Hahahaha, interesting, finally a bit of an interesting guy has come. That's right. Yu is the commander of the Southern Legion and the vanguard of the Evil Dragon Legion. You...... Do you want to be pierced by Yu too? ”

In the smoke screen, Sakata Jintoki's body stood reliably in the ruins, stammered, and said angrily: "In other words, just knock you down!" It's a great help that the conclusion is so easy! After all, I'm not good at thinking! ”

As he spoke, he flew up and kicked out the huge fragments of the city wall that were seven or eight pounds at his feet, and the black-clothed servant smiled disdainfully, dodged away, and snapped his fingers.

Having destroyed the walls and opening a gaping defensive barrier, he gave the Wyvern Legion the order to rush in from here, and then he grabbed his spear and pointed it at his opponent.

"Come on! Come here! ”

The only one who can stop the Servant is the Servant!

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