This group of unexpected reinforcements directly opened the road by cars, completely breaking the balance that had just been maintained on the battlefield.

Father Anderson's ability is like a sharp sword, rushing into the side of every iron-masked warrior who is fighting, the sword in his hand cuts through the heavy armor like cutting tofu, and a sword pierces the heart, kicking the "iron block" weighing hundreds of kilograms out dozens of meters before the enemy's last consciousness detonates the explosive, and the self-detonation that could have caused excellent effect has become a fireworks that detonates outside the battlefield.

The Holy See priests and the Holy Cult Rune Blacksmiths who followed behind the priest also took advantage of the gap in the battlefield that the priest alone broke through, and almost instantly took over the entire war with the Iron Mask Legion. The Priest's sharp swords always found gaps in the thick armor, piercing the fragile weaknesses and joints under the Iron Mask's armor, and it was these berserkers who quickly lost their ability to resist, and the powerful rune hammers of the rune blacksmiths completely ignored the armor that even bullets could not penetrate, and with each hammer, an Iron Masked would vomit blood and retreat, often a few blows could completely render an enemy incapacitated.

With the presence of these people, the scales of the battlefield began to tilt, and it seemed that everything was moving in an unpredictable direction.

"Anderson ——!" Andre apparently knew this religious fanatic who was slashing and killing indiscriminately in his own troops, and at this time he roared angrily despite the Demon King's fierce blows.

"Haven't you had enough of the lesson from this old dog of the pure church!?"

Gently patting the Demon King who was struggling to fight, Father Anderson faced the old rival with a grim face and expressed his "opinion" in his characteristic short way.

"Sigmar, keep going, I have a bit of an account to settle with this bastard!"

"But—" The Demon King, who knew that Andre was strong, was not at ease in handing over such an opponent to this tall, thin, and old-looking man.

Anderson has never been a man who likes to explain, and always has been. He just communicates his opinion and then acts according to his ideas. It can be said that this is one of the main reasons why he was condemned as an apostate by the church and led his men away from the ruins.

“Amen！” The two swords turned into countless at some point, and they were thrown out like flying knives, and before André could even react, all the joints and vital points were pierced, and the whole person flew out sideways.

"Since when did the wastes who were just relying on racial talent begin to doubt the power of God?"

"Roaring ——!"

Anderson's sword collided with Andre's massive tomahawk, which was almost immediately counterattacking, and the sparks even ignited Anderson's robes, but then they were extinguished in a high-speed battle between the two of them wrapped in the storm.

The Demon King was still hesitating, and a person held his shoulder, it was the traveling merchant he had been taking care of the business, and the old Jack who limped behind him.

"You guys, what?"

"Don't ask, you have to rescue Celia first, it's absolutely no problem to hand it over to this religious madman here, let's go!"

"No, Jack, what are you doing?"

A shot blasted away an approaching Man in the Iron Mask, and Jack looked back at the familiar figure. This time, he smiled with relief.

"After all, they are all my children, and I still have to save them myself!"

Fighting back the tears that were about to burst into his eyes, the Demon King began his second charge against the castle, and behind him, the well-equipped slum coalition army that had just ransacked the bullet farm mixed with the undead citizens who had been fighting him until now, followed him closely under the leadership of Camille and Jack.

Some of the Iron Mask men broke free from the battle circle with the priests and tried to stop them, but they didn't have the sensational self-healing ability of their boss, and they were knocked backwards in the face of blonde youths who swooped down like planes, and before they could hit the ground, their blood vessels burst and they lost consciousness.

In this way, there was almost no resistance, and the "Demon King Army" or the self-proclaimed "Max Praetorian Guard" in the slums had already passed the first line of defense in front of the fortress that the old ones could not attack before, and the protective wall in front of Lao Qiao was becoming less and less.

"Detonate!"

"On the left side, all aim at the target outside the main target, a salvo!"

At the moment when everyone stepped into the fortress and dug the trenches with sandbags, the two-day order was issued from the temporary command headquarters that was protected layer by layer from the rear, and the members of the political commissar group rushed through the trenches one by one.

The demon king and others who had just crossed the line were okay, and a large number of members of the Praetorian Guard who had just poured into the battlefield were killed and injured by the explosives planted in advance, and the entire left side, including the left firing port in the castle, thousands of automatic weapons were fired at the same time, and all the people who had just entered were knocked down in an instant, and only Jack was pulled down by Camille, who reacted amazingly, and escaped.

Old Joe's most powerful commander, "Rock Sheep" Larry, who had just been silent, silently watching his colleague fight with the most disdainful reckless "Giant" Andrei, won the first battle, or rather, was about to achieve terrible results.

At the end of a round of shooting, the planted mines and fire mines have all been ignited, whether it is the Demon King, Old Jack or Camille, there is no big problem, so the morale will not collapse. The crowd quickly replenished, taking advantage of the war boys in the trenches to reload their ammunition and charge forward.

Just as they were about to reach the range of the rudimentary weapons in the hands of the legions of the slums, a second command, like a trumpet of death, sounded through the camp.

"On the right side, all in one round! On the left side, reload the trench guns, flamethrowers, and get ready to engage the enemy! ”

At a time when every charging civilian fantasizes about taking this fortress, liberating everyone, and living a stable and well-clothed life again, more bullets tear reality apart.

The crowd fell in hundreds, although new people came up to replenish it. When the newly replenished combat power raised their guns, they were greeted by a dense fire of flamethrowers and trench guns loaded with explosive projectiles, and for a time, blood stained the entire camp red.

The Demon King has been forced to be red-eyed by countless sacrifices, like an angry bull, killing one war boy after another with his bare hands in the crowd. No one could resist any of his attacks, but he was only one person after all, and he couldn't kill so many enemies. The more people died, the more they died, and finally, Camille felt that if this continued, his "bet" would be lost. He must make this "decisive battle" a success, otherwise all these years of preparation are empty talk.

Looking back at Jack, he whispered something to him calmly, and then suddenly shouted loudly in a loud, passionate voice that even the dense fire and dying screams could not hide.

"All the assault troops in the slums, alternately cover and retreat, and all the enemy's troops already have only close combat weapons!"

"Shoot from a distance, reload separately in each area!"

"Attention undead city citizens, take your weapons and charge immediately under cover if the enemy starts to change ammunition!"

"Also, Max, you're back!"