[First send and then change~]

Leon, the Lion King, was the first to notice the mutation of the Maginot Line, and the constantly shaking ground under his feet reminded him that the entire defense line was shaking violently, and if it wasn't this damn line of defense that was gathering momentum to break free from the last restraints, or the blood mist outside was causing damage to the line.

The best news for the defenders is that the blood mist outside has not spread into the interior of the defensive line, and there is still some kind of forbidden force in the few exits that can lead to the outside world, so that the blood mist cannot enter the inside of the Maginot Line, but the activated limbs on the surface of the defensive line have suffered.

The Knight of Lanschelle was the first lion knight to charge under the walls of the Maginot Line, leaning his back against the walls to slay the bloodletters that appeared around him, while witnessing how the animated limbs on the outside of the walls were melted by the blood mist.

Bloodletters are not a problem for a legendary powerhouse, but in the blood mist, these bloodletgers have disappeared without a trace, so that Lancel Knight has to gather his spirit to guard against a sneak attack.

To the horror of the knight of Lansel, he had reached the foot of the wall, and after waiting for five minutes, less than twenty lion knights had converged near him in the direction he had come, relying on the wall to defend it.

You must know that the Ebony Gauntlet Knights chose the blasting position before, and it was only fifty meters away from the Maginot Line, and from the time the Lion Knights launched the charge, to the time they encountered the blood mist, they were less than thirty meters away from the city wall!

This time, the Lancel knights mobilized a full five hundred well-trained lion knights, each of whom was an elite who had fought against the ancient Roman Empire on the border, and it was precisely because of the proximity that they did not ride their mounts.

And now, a full four hundred and eighty lion knights were missing within a thirty-meter charging distance, and Lanchel didn't believe that these lion knights had been wiped out in an instant, and if Chaos was so powerful, then this war would not have to be fought at all.

Within the range shrouded by the blood mist, the visual distance of the Lansel knights was no more than five meters, and the whole world was quiet, and even the shouts of the other lion knights would be covered up a little farther away, and the Lansel knights preferred to believe that the remaining lion knights were misled by the blood mist and lost.

"Lord Lanshel, we've found the entrance marked by the drawings!" A lion knight clinged to the wall and came to the knight of Lanschel: "But it has been blocked by the living limbs, and the blood mist outside can't get in, and neither can we." ”

Before setting out, the Knights of the Ebony Gauntlet and the Knights of the Lion had met with the builders of the Maginot Line in advance, and the Europa men provided a fairly comprehensive blueprint and helped them find the closest entrance to the interior of the Maginot Line to the blasting point.

Knight Lanschel followed the lion knight slowly towards the entrance, and in just a dozen meters, he killed four bloodleters, and the other lion knights also followed Knight Lanshel.

These lion knights carry space items filled with explosives, food, and spare equipment provided by the Ebony Gauntlet Knights, and they are tasked with providing supplies to the surviving guards in addition to finding the lion king.

The Lancel Knight saw the concealed entrance, and the Maginot Line was designed with the intention of breaking through part of the line and being attacked on both sides, so even the entrance to the rear was concealed.

The Lion Knights, led by the Lancel Knights, threw a large amount of explosives into the open entrance, and although the Lion Knights were not as proficient in the use of various explosives as the Ebony Gauntlet Knights, they were well aware of the power of this new weapon.

With a few muffled sounds, a large amount of flesh was sprayed from the entrance, and the knight of Lanchel rushed in first, a long sword covered in frost, freezing all the approaching activated tentacles into ice sculptures.

"Leave two people at the door and gather the others." Knight Ranshell took a look inside, leaving two lion knights guarding the entrance where the blood mist could not enter, and he hoped that other lion knights would find this place, and they would not all die in the blood mist.....

Kelde, who was hiding in the trenches, had just killed the first bloodletter in his life, and hell, he had never thought that there would be such a vicious thing in this world, so much so that he subconsciously opened fire the moment he saw the other party's decapitating sword.

The bullets fired from the large-caliber overcharge musket directly shattered the opponent's sword-gripper, as well as half of his crotch, which was all he could see.

But as the bloodletter was knocked to the ground by the sudden attack, Kelder also saw the honor of the other party, a face that should only exist in a nightmare, but a somewhat panicked expression appeared on this face.

As Kelder threw away the musket he had fired, he pulled out an identical, loaded musket from the outside of his thigh and aimed it at its face.

The bloodletter looked at Kelder with his remaining eyes and laughed at the other before he dissipated back into the blood mist.

At that moment, Kelder upgraded two levels in a row, successfully raising his level to level ten, and the comfort brought by the upgrade greatly alleviated the impact of the musket fire, if it wasn't for his back against the trench, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to bear this recoil at all.

Before Kelder could breathe a sigh of relief, however, a massive decapitating sword pierced through the thick layer of dirt and armor above his head, piercing Kelder from beginning to end.

"Ah, what a sweet smell of blood, with a hint of victor's pride." The bloodletter, who had re-coalesced in the blood mist, drew his sword and licked the blood from the decapitation sword with his long tongue.

The same thing happens all over the trenches, and these reborn bloodletters are indeed plagued by the narrow passages of the trenches and the endless traps, but they will always respawn again in the blood mist and deal a fatal blow to the defenders.

At the rear of the defensive line, Mage Edward was nervously calculating the parameters on the drawings with a large number of high-level spellcasters, and a large number of workers with experience in laying magic patterns had already completed the preliminary construction of the magic array according to the data they provided.

But the pressure on Master Edward is huge, and the path in front of him is that the protective circle must be successful at the first time, and if there is any mistake, the powerful power will burn more than forty percent of the magic patterns and nodes, and the speed of the spread of the blood mist will never give them a second chance to rearrange.

Every spellcaster who was counting was sweating profusely, knowing that they were saddled with the survival of the entire Old World's civilization circle.

"That's it, we've done it to the extreme, and leave the rest to fate." After the third urging from the frontline commander, Master Edward gave the order: "Activate the protective circle!" ”