Standing on a dirt slope a few hundred meters away from the battlefield, Masrae and Christophe looked out over the chaotic battlefield in the distance.

Unlike human armies, who always like to fight in strict formations, the demons never talk about formations, nor about charging waves, nor do they leave any reserves, they like to rush forward in a swarm and destroy the enemy with their powerful strength. In fact, nearly an hour had passed since Masrebi's death-staring gunshots woke up, but the intensity of the battle had not diminished in the slightest.

The battle lines of the two sides are chaotic and chaotic, and they have pushed each other back and forth several times like a see-saw, and the ground is full of corpses and wounded soldiers, at the beginning, both sides still have time to drag the wounded back for treatment, but after the fight, they can't take care of it, and it is likely that as soon as you bend down, a sharp blade has fallen on top of your head. Under the trampling of countless hooves and feet, a thick layer of flesh gradually spread on the ground, and the flesh and blood of humans and demons were mixed together, and they could no longer be separated from each other.

In the fiercest battle, humans and demons were stirred together like a great whirlpool, and the people in the center of the whirlpool were waving their arms desperately, and the swords wielded were as dense as a raging storm. The crash of steel, the screams of the wounded, the cries of humans, and the roars of demons weave together a terrifying symphony of hell, as if all the souls in the whole hell are wailing in unison.

The demons relied on their own strength advantage to open and close, and every time they slashed, there would be human soldiers with swords smashed out, and every hammer blow would have a solid shield smashed into pieces, but the human side with tacit understanding did not show weakness, and almost every human fell, there would be teammates on the side who took advantage of the gap that their compatriots exchanged for their lives. For a while, the battle losses of both sides were comparable.

The brutality of the battle was beyond imagination, and the soldiers who rushed to the front were almost fighting with their blood and lives to win the balance of victory in their favor. Every minute, someone is falling, and every second, there is a life dying. At the same time, the spellcasters on both sides are doing their best to support the front line.

Behind the demons were several black-robed Ereda Warlocks, who bombarded the depths of humanity with one powerful demonic spell after another. In order to inflict more damage, most of them cast fire spells, and the blazing hellfire rained down like drops, scorching the already dense array of humans into a clearing.

On the other hand, the blizzard released by the human mages is more lethal than the sword for the demons who live in a lava and scorched environment, and from time to time there are demons who suddenly freeze and crack and shatter into ice cubes on the ground.

Compared to these powerful spells, the small fireballs cast by the Hellimps and the arrows fired by the archers were much less powerful, like pebbles thrown into the sea, which could not splash much. But as the battle progressed, especially after the powerful casters ran out of mana, they became the main exporters of long-range firepower on both sides, and from time to time fireballs and arrows flew over the heads of the entangled soldiers on both sides, falling deep into the battle line, causing equally brutal deaths.

"It's time to show the power of the Storm Whip!" Looking at the battlefield that was holding each other down the slope and fighting like a pot of boiling porridge, Masrae looked at Christopher, "Charge, may Elune light your way!" ”

"As you wish!" The captain of the guard, who was already impatient, said excitedly, and he looked back at the cavalry, "Get on the horse!" ”

There was a sound of armor clashing, and the cavalry company lined up in a dense queue and slowly began to move.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

The sound of horses' hooves gradually intensified, like a torrential rain hitting the ground, and once the rain gathered into a torrent, it would be as unstoppable as a stormy wave.

When he was still more than two hundred yards away from the demon's rear formation, Christopher leaned slightly and leveled the knight's spear in his hand.

"Glory to the Light!" He roared loudly.

Driven by his high will to fight, Christopher's eyes turned red as if they were bloodshot, and there was no other target in his eyes except for demons. The cavalrymen tapped their horses on the belly with their spurs, and the stimulated horses suddenly increased their speed to the extreme, sweeping across the land like a violent wind.

Because of their arrival, there was even a brief lull on the battlefield, and the people stopped their attacks, looking at the army that suddenly jumped out of the darkness, and wondered what reinforcements were from there.

However, a few seconds later, with the chant of "Glory Holy Light", a burst of cheers suddenly erupted on the human side, and there could be no one else who could shout this slogan except human reinforcements! And the demons were in a hurry, the middle-level demons shouted, punched and kicked the soldiers in the rear to turn around to meet the enemy, but the rise of the killing, the low-level demons who were full of blood were difficult to understand this order, and in a short time, the demons inevitably fell into chaos.

Two hundred yards was an instant for the charging cavalry, like a flood bursting its banks, and the whip of the storm poured into the demons' rear!

The dull crashing sound rang out one after another, almost mingling into one. The Eredar Warlocks, who were originally at the back of the demons, were the first to suffer, and even though they squeezed out the last trace of mana in their bodies and blessed themselves with all the talisman spells they could use, they were not spared under the rolling iron hooves, and they were drowned out without even letting out a scream.

The second group of unlucky ones were dozens of burning imps, and the cavalrymen didn't even bother to use their riding spears to deal with these low little demons, they just urged the war horses to step on them so ruthlessly, like stepping on a vegetable field. With the sound of popping tendons breaking and breaking, there was an extra colorful meatloaf on the ground!

Inevitably, however, the cavalry slowed down after two successive strikes, so that when they rushed into the dense ranks of Doom Guards and Dreaddemons, the impact was not as sharp as it had been. Although the first few columns of demons were still washed away and crushed, as if they were stuck in a quagmire, the cavalry's charge gradually slowed down and finally stopped.

Although the cavalry threw away the broken cavalry spears, drew their heavy swords and battle axes and slashed bravely, the cavalrymen who had lost their impact were no longer the invincible kings of land warfare.

And be provoked by the ferocity of the death of the companion. The Daihatsu demons have finally begun to fight back. Perhaps the creator is trying to balance the overly powerful flesh of the demons. Most of their brains are not very good, except for the Nasrezm (Dreadlords), they are natural conspirators, but for the Burning Legion, most of the low-level and mid-level demons are naturally excellent cannon fodder, powerful, ferocious and violent, but they are brave and fearless, and never retreat!

Wielding heavy and large weapons, they fought back without fear of death, vowing to cut the cavalrymen and horses to pieces. Even if they were pierced by spears, they had to use their claws and fangs to pull off the cavalry and gnaw off a piece of meat from them.

Under this almost frantic attack, the cavalry was overwhelmed. Restrained, after all, for the entire demon legion, they are only half a company. The spear broke, the horse fell, the flag swayed, the fangs tore at the shield, the blade slashed the helmet, and Christopher led the charge several times, but it was still impossible to stop the Storm Whip.

At this precarious moment, the other part of the Storm Whip, the dragoons, finally arrived. Although they also rode on horseback, these iron-shelled crabs still wasted a lot of time from dismounting to "moving" into the battlefield.

However, good dishes are never afraid of being late, just like the Dinghai God Needle, their participation in the battle stabilized the entire front at once. Completely different from the fighting style of the cavalry, if the cavalry is the fire that sweeps through the grassland, then they are the towering green hills, if the cavalry is the indestructible sharp spear, then they are the unshakable rock!

What's more, they have a furious bear of infinite power as a hammer to break the formation! u