"Boom!"

Almost at the same time as the gunfire rang out, behind the walls, the steam tanks let out an angry roar, and the shells cut through the zigzag parabola and fell on the wilderness outside the walls. In the faint morning light, several sparks bloomed brilliantly, and only then did the defenders clearly see the dense army of demons like ant colonies scattered in the wilderness beyond the city walls.

The magic mortar cannons on the tank kept firing, splashing in the waves of demons, taking away a large amount of life with each bloom, but the demons continued to charge like crazy, refusing to stop even when they were on fire.

With the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air, arrows rained down from the sky, all of which were special armor-piercing arrows that could penetrate the rough skin of the demons.

A painful roar came from the demon's mouth and reached the ears of the defenders, and the demons who rushed to the front fell in unison, but the results of these armor-piercing arrows ended here, because after a series of battles, the arrows of the Moon Creek Brigade were finally exhausted. The dwarven musketeers were still firing, but their reloading speed was too poor to stop the demons from advancing. However, the archers, who had run out of arrows, did not retreat, drew their swords at their waists, and waited quietly behind the walls, waiting for the final battle to come.

"Spear thrower!" On the ramparts, the dwarf Edith Blom shouted roughly.

The hollowed-out spear tips let out a piercing screech, and the spears thrown by the troll hunters flew through the air, planting a forest of death fifty yards in front of the walls, almost every spear strung with a demon, and some even two.

In just five minutes, the defenders had exhausted almost all of their arrows and spears, and the results were nothing short of brilliant, and the corpses of the fallen demons in front of the walls were almost covered with the ground, but the demons did not stop, they still rushed towards the walls.

Unlike previous attacks, this time the demons almost always had a stone in their hands, and when they finally rushed under the walls, they dropped it under the corner. With a banging sound, a layer of rock rose under the city walls. The demons who had thrown the rocks turned around and ran back, picking up the bodies of their comrades who had fallen in the way and throwing them onto the rocks.

Diego quickly understood what the demons meant, and there was no doubt that it was a stupid solution that could not be more stupid, but it was effective enough. After a short moment, the swarming demons raised the ground by more than a meter. The remaining height difference of the city wall is no longer insurmountable for the height of the demons, and many demons even grab the edge of the city wall with a slight jump.

The most brutal hand-to-hand combat has finally begun.

Diego pulled the trigger and blasted a newly emerging demon guard in the face, even the cuticle on the demons' faces was as thick as cowhide, they couldn't withstand such serious damage, this demon guard let out a miserable scream, let go of his hands, covered his face and fell. The height of the walls was not fatal to him, but a crowd of hooves trampled on him from behind, and he never got up from the ground again.

Diego kept firing, but more and more demons climbed the walls, and on several occasions, the demons had even rushed to him, and he had to fight the demons with his bayonet, and for a time he was in danger, until Brian Copperbeard came to his shield to help, and he was given a little respite.

"I've said a long time ago that warhammers and shields are a man's most trustworthy weapons!" The dwarf swung his hammer like a whirlwind and roared wildly.

Diego couldn't help but roll his eyes. Just then, he suddenly heard a strange sound from a distance, which caught his attention. It's like the sound of countless foraging bats flapping their wings as they return to their nests at dawn.

He looked up.

By the glimmer of the morning light, he saw a blackened Doomsday Guard appear in the distant sky. Each Doomsday Guard was holding a bulky jar with smoke wafting out of it from time to time. The jars were not small or light, and even the sturdy Doom Guard seemed to struggle a little, and it seemed that they had used all their strength to hold it.

"Hell!"

Diego's scalp tingled. I don't know what these strange Doomsday Guards are up to, but they definitely don't bring food and drink to the demons on the front line - the commander of the Demon Legion has never been so caring!

He quickly swapped Death Gaze into a normal magazine, and fired a shot!

One of the Doomsday Guards holding the jar was hit, and he threw himself headlong to the ground, the jar in his hand falling out of his hand, and the boiling green pus inside was poured on the head of the unsuspecting demon below.

This pus was obviously not a good thing, because even the demons who were accustomed to being polluted by evil energy could not bear it, and there was a piercing howl on the battlefield, and the demons splashed by the pus fell to the ground and twisted into a ball. This jar of pus burned more than a dozen demons below to serious injuries, and some even killed them on the spot.

"Damn it!" Diego only felt a chill in his heart, as if he had been poured from his head to the soles of his feet by a bucket of ice water, he turned his head and screamed loudly at the griffin knights who were "roasting" around the totem pole, the voice was so sharp that he could not believe it, "Furstad, if you don't take to the sky, we will all be finished!" ”

"Alright, alright, here we are!" Next to the jackal's totem pole, the Hammer Dwarf replied loudly, in fact, he couldn't wait.

A few minutes later, the griffons flapped their half-wet wings and rose crookedly into the sky. It's not as fast as usual, but it's not too difficult to deal with the Doomsday Guard holding the jar.

The storm hammer of the mountain dwarves shone with thunder among the demons, and the doomsday guards paralyzed by the electricity fell like dumplings in a pot, but some cunning demons threw the jars in their arms towards the griffin knights from a distance, and although they rarely hit directly, there were still some griffons splashed with the venom thrown and fell into the demon tide below with a scream, and soon drowned out.

Diego breathed a sigh of relief and returned his attention to the battlefield in front of the walls. In the distance, there was a black oppression, and there were surging demons everywhere, and even if he blessed himself with Eagle Eye, it was difficult to see that they were the superior demons - these guys had learned to be obedient, and none of them dared to rush within the range of the death gaze.

Blood mixed with muddy water flowed on the city wall, and the greasy patch under the foot slipped, and layers of corpses piled up under the city wall, at least a meter thick. The onslaught of the demons seemed to be endless, one wave fell, and another rushed up, this was a pure war of attrition, and it seemed that the demons were determined to consume every soldier of the defenders.

On the city wall, because of too many casualties, the shield wall has long been no longer tight. The valiant warriors relied on each other's support to withstand the enemy's strong onslaught. All of them were exhausted, not knowing whose corpse they were stepping on, and they resisted the never-ending slashing of each other, and the sound of the clashing of weapons never seemed to stop, pushing, slashing, and pushing...... Repeating these movements mechanically, it was not so much a matter of courage and determination, but rather that they were fighting entirely on the instinctive reaction of their bodies, and if the demons retreated at this time, there would be no more than ten people on the city walls who could still stand on their own!

Behind the walls, the four remaining steam tanks were still making a last-ditch effort to fire the few remaining shells as fast as possible. Entering the demon camp, but this effort is as pale as throwing stones into the sea, the demons are still rushing up the city wall in an endless stream, and the alliance warriors are retreating step by step, but the demon's impact has not stagnated at all, and the shadow of defeat has begun to rise in everyone's hearts.

Finally, when the Eredar Warlocks entered the battlefield, the walls finally collapsed. A fireball of evil energy the size of a wheel fell from the sky and hit the steam tank blocking the city gates. The power of the fireball itself, along with the ammunition that exploded inside the tank, created an earth-shattering explosion. In that instant, all the humans, dwarves, and demons standing on that section of the wall were all charred by the raging flames, and the solid gate collapsed, tearing the wall into a gap several meters wide.

The army of demons outside the walls erupted in a burst of ecstatic cheers, and countless demons swarmed towards the breach, looking as unstoppable as a flood that burst the embankment. And above the city walls, the surviving humans watched all this numbly, they had done their best, but they still couldn't stop death.

However, just as the gate was blown down and the demons roared and prepared to charge, a loud horn suddenly sounded in the sky. When everyone on the battlefield heard this sound, they all turned their heads in surprise and looked back, and when they finally looked at the sky above them, they were shocked to find that there, a huge battleship was swooping towards the battlefield, and among the dense cannon holes on both sides of the hull, there was a continuous red light shining, followed by a rumbling sound like thunder!

At the bow of the Sky Battleship stood a burly human man, dressed in iron-gray steel armor, with a roaring lion's head cast on one shoulder armor and an eagle's head on the other, his face resolute, and the two large scars that almost stretched across his cheeks spoke of the trials and struggles he had endured, as well as his identity, as nearly all the nations of the Alliance had heard of this famous trait of Varian Ureon.

At that moment, the dawn pierced the sky, and the night quietly faded. The first rays of the rising sun cast on the legendary king, covering him with a layer of golden brilliance, reflecting him like the god of war!

"Long live the King!"

On the battlefield, a deafening roar suddenly erupted, and all the humans and dwarves were in high spirits and charged towards the demons with high morale, as if they had never been through a series of bloody battles, and they were wild and unrestrained as if they had just entered the battlefield.

Everyone knows that this is the final showdown, and the end of the devil is coming!