The sound of the cannon's fiery firing was barely audible in the crowded bunker. In just one second, the sparks flickered into the barrel of the cannon with the burning of the fuse. In the next second, the ignited gunpowder in the barrel exploded violently, and the high-pressure gas with nowhere to pour energy pushed the shell forward, and it burst out of the barrel almost instantly.

The cannon fire is shining, and the air waves are rolling!

In order to increase the lethality, all three guns were filled with grapeshot shells. In the space of a thousandth of a second, hundreds of scorching projectiles tore through the air and pierced into the melee.

The hall was filled with the swishing sound of projectiles flying past and tearing flesh. The whistling projectiles carried a powerful kinetic energy, almost destroying through the flesh. Body, one, two, three...... Some projectiles even pierced the entire hall, embedded in the walls, while others flew out from the gates, causing screams.

When the roar of the artillery faded away and the smoke cleared, the whole hall was almost as miserable as a slaughterhouse. Not a single human, dwarf, or demon could stand, and the ground was littered with mutilated corpses, and severed arms and limbs were scattered everywhere. There was no other color, the hall was blood-red, whether it was the pillars, the walls, or the ceiling, all coated with a layer of minced flesh and blood, these viscous blood. The flesh slowly dripped down, and the pool of blood was so deep that it barely reached the surface of the feet.

In the rooms on both sides of the hall, the survivors who had escaped the catastrophe poked their heads out, and as far as the eye could see, they were shocking, even the veterans of a hundred battles could not help but tremble with them, and some even bent down and vomited heavily.

At this moment, Diego, who had cleared the tunnel of the enemy, came out of the left flank of the hall. Looking at everything in front of him, he immediately understood what was happening. Although in that moment, the pain and sorrow almost overwhelmed him, but he knew that now was not the time for sentimentality, although the demons were blinded by this volley of artillery fire, they would soon return, and these creatures who had been sacrificed and burned all their sanity did not know what fear was.

"Everyone, hurry up and retreat to the second floor!" Holding back the grief in his heart, Diego commanded loudly. He heard the footsteps and roars of demons approaching rapidly outside the gate.

The survivors, who had lost their souls, woke up from a dream and ran up the stairs in a panic. The staircase leading to the second floor is on both sides of the bunker and is designed in a spiral shape, and the width can only accommodate three people walking side by side, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The demons came faster than they thought, almost chasing their tails and rushing through the gate. Originally, Diego had retreated to the middle of the stairs at this time, but the moment he turned to run up, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a corpse in the sea of corpses and blood slowly flipping, and then rolled down from the pile of corpses, revealing another short figure pressed below. In his hands, a faint but sufficiently striking ray of light came through.

That's Brian Copperbeard! He's not dead yet!

The gallant old dwarf still clung to his heirloom hammer until he passed out, and it was this action that saved his life - as long as its owner was not killed, the lightning that lingered on the magic hammer would not be extinguished.

No one noticed the hammer, which still shimmered, because Diego was the last man to be broken, and he could have pretended not to see anything and turned away. But Diego knew that that was not a reason for him to abandon his comrades when he saw death.

Glancing at the surging demons and then at the unconscious dwarven prince, Diego gritted his teeth and rolled over and jumped down the stairs.

"Falar, cover me!" He roared loudly.

Although it was not clear what the lord was mad about, the captain of the guard still carried out this order without hesitation.

"Moon Creek Brigade, defend on the spot, fire!" He picked up his rifle and pulled the trigger on the demons.

Diego was also firing, and he fired five shots from the stairs to Brian's side, and the rain of bullets swept down at least ten demons, but this number was completely ineffective for the frenzied surging demons, and the demons barely slowed down the speed of their charge.

Diego held the gun in one hand, grabbed Brian's armor strap with the other, and threw the old dwarf over his shoulders with a force of his arm. However, what was frightening was that the magic war hammer that was held tightly in the master's hand shook a soft arc in the air and smashed into Diego's waist with a "snap"!

A faint arc of lightning flashed between Diego and the warhammer, because of the dwarf's coma, the lightning magic enchanted on the head of the warhammer hammer did not exert its maximum power, but for Diego, who had just opened his legs and was about to run towards the stairs, this faint arc of lightning was like a thunderbolt from the sky!

Diego trembled all over, only to feel a softness between his waist and knees, which was even more sour than just fighting with a hundred stunning beauties for a night, and he didn't have a single one lying on the ground.

"Hell!" Diego cursed in his heart.

He looked up at the demons that were swarming towards him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was sure he would be able to rush back up the stairs before the demons pounced, but after such a second's delay, he knew that it was impossible.

"If you can kill one more, you can earn one!" Knowing that he was no longer lucky, he was ruthless in his heart, and with one hand of the gun, he slammed at the demons.

At this point, Farral, who was firing on the stairs to cover him, was going crazy, and the loyal captain of the guard threw down his rifle and drew his sword to come to the rescue. But the demons that poured into the hall didn't just rush towards Diego alone, some of them also rushed towards the stairs on this side, blocking the staircase entrance. Enraged, Farrar swung his sword and slashed wildly, but he was forced to retreat a few steps.

Just when everything seemed irretrievable, a dwarf poked his head out of the stairs and shouted at Diego Diego.

"Arsenal, arsenal! Come up from the lift! He danced and gestured, foaming at the mouth, and his thick beard was blown up.

Diego was stunned. He fired one last shot at the demons, then flung off his two long legs and ran wildly towards the arsenal gates. At this time, the fastest demon was no more than three yards away from him, and the Abyss Decapitation Sword in his hand was dangling behind his back, almost reaching him. However, seeing that the demons who were about to succeed for a while, they didn't think to throw the weapons in their hands to throw him, and it was almost a loss of accuracy.

In fact, at this time, Diego was also miserable! As he walked, the magic hammer slammed into his lower back, causing a faint arc of lightning to smash him all over his body. Tremble. Chestnut, desire. Immortal. Desire. Die. However, with the first. After one time, Diego's body seemed to have adjusted to the intensity of the electric shock, but he did not give the electric pressure to lie down.

With sparks and lightning along the way, Diego gritted his teeth and limped into the arsenal. Immediately behind him, a Doomsday Guard, more than three meters tall, slammed his head against the sturdy door frame and fell to the ground with a thud. The stupid man was so big that he almost blocked the entire gate. He unconsciously waved his arms to get back to his feet, but the huge abyssal decapitation sword in his hand made it impossible for other demons to cross him.

Diego, who had unexpectedly gained a chance to breathe, rushed into the arsenal and saw an open lift creaking down, just more than two meters above the ground. A dwarf was standing on it, waving at him.

"This way, this way, come here!"

Diego rushed over and threw Brian on his shoulder onto the lift, then grabbed the edge of the lift's floor and flipped on.

Sadly, he happened to be on top of Brian's warhammer again this time! There was a crackling sound, and his eyes were rolled by the electricity, and he almost fainted!

But the dwarf next to him seemed to be accustomed to this situation, and he stepped up and kicked Diego over the hammer before shouting at the top of his head.

"Ascension, ascension!"

The elevator clicked softly, stopped, and creaked up again. The dwarf held his musket and looked nervously at the demons huddled at the door of the arsenal. These demons blocked the door and couldn't get in, and he didn't dare to fire hastily, what if he accidentally knocked down one of them, but instead opened a gap and let these guys in?

On the floor of the elevator, Diego, who had finally gotten rid of the shadow of death, convulsed a few more times before he was relieved! He struggled to sit up, glanced around a little dazedly, and then focused his gaze on the blitzkrieg hammer. He snatched the hammer out of the dwarf's hand—this time with the handle out of fear of the hammer—and took it in his hand, gesturing at the demons in the doorway several times, before finally sighing and putting his hand down again. After all, this is Brian's family heirloom, and he can't be lost, although everyone may not live long.

As the hinge rolled and turned, the elevator finally rose to the second floor. As soon as they rose above the floor, several dwarves swarmed up and pressed down the passage with a heavy, thick steel plate. The other two dwarves stood at the entrance of the passage with torches in hand, staring unblinkingly at a brass pipe the size of a bowl on the wall.

This is their last desperate resort. The copper pipe leads to a secret cellar beneath the arsenal, where dozens of barrels of high gunpowder are stored, several of which have now been dumped, and if a spark falls, the entire bunker will be sent into the sky with tons of gunpowder.

A dwarven priest greeted him and examined Brian's injuries. The dwarven prince was lucky, a shotgun projectile grazed his ribs, breaking three ribs, while another cannonball smashed into his helmet, smashing an egg-sized hole in it, and if it weren't for the helmet's strong enough, his entire skull would have been blown off.

"His Royal Highness owes you once, and the entire Dwarven Kingdom owes you once! Your Excellency, Saint! After examining Brian's injury, the old priest thanked Diego with emotion.

"I just let him live a few more hours, and it won't be long before everyone dies together!" Diego couldn't help but laugh at himself. He stepped down the elevator and headed for the stairs. Masrae's transformation into a giant bear blocked one of the mouths, while Farraar led the riflemen to block the other.

The battle was fierce, and the dense gunfire had hardly stopped since the battle began, but with the large size of the demons, they could only hold two side by side at most at a time, and the numerical advantage could not be brought into play at all, and many times, they had to drag away the corpses of the killed demons before they could continue to attack upward, so the combat pressure at the two staircases was not too great. This gave the defenders a rare respite. Many sat on the ground, gasping for air, waiting to replace their retreating partners.

Seeing Diego escape from Ascension, almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and after Brian "died", he was already the backbone of everyone.

"The Light is above! It's so exhilarating to see you back safely! Huffman strode up to him, saluted, and said loudly.

"How's it going?" Diego asked in a low voice.

"We are still one hundred and sixteen alive, of which thirty-seven are humans and seventy-nine are dwarves!" Huffman had already counted the number of people, "If the demons can't think of tearing down the wall, we can hold out for at least three hours, the stairs are too narrow, they won't be able to attack for a while!" ”

Diego nodded, with the intelligence of the devil, when they want to tear down the wall, they are afraid that they will have to wait until the next century, but to the shock, there is a dull sound of hammers hitting the wall downstairs, and the ground under their feet also shook.

"Hell! They're tearing down walls! Hefman's face sank suddenly—they all underestimated that the demons had nowhere to go. Vent the desire for destruction. Hope!

"The load-bearing walls built by the dwarves are made of granite more than a meter thick, and some of them have demolished them!" Diego said quietly, glancing at the two dwarves with torches in the distance, if he couldn't do anything, then the only thing left was to die together.

"Come on, let's see who is more berserk and more fearless!" Diego said through gritted teeth.

"My lord, I think you'd better come up and have a look!" Just then, a dwarf jumped down the stairs leading to the roof and shouted at Diego.

He looked a little excited!