Lightning's head tightened, I should have thought of it! It was all going so smoothly, it was almost as if someone was deliberately guiding them!

From the moment he stepped into the palace just now, there was a strange feeling, the familiar palace gave him the feeling of being like a tomb, oppressive and lifeless.

It's more like, a cage.

Now, that feeling has finally come true!

In the hall, the two soldiers in charge of guarding the gate had fallen in a pool of blood, and the rest of the soldiers quickly gathered together under Rodin's command and order, and aimed their weapons at the gate in unison, the influx of enemies.

Rodin saw the strangely dressed and heavily armed enemies, with swords and daggers in their hands that shimmered with cold light, and judging by the markings on their clothes that were the same as the fierce ones, the enemies also came from the right court.

There are also mysterious guys wearing pitch-black hats, and behind them come two monsters made of various corpses, like two giant lizards, spitting slime and looking very disgusting.

The enemy surrounded the entire hall.

The guys in the right court, are they all dispatched?

Rodan looked at the doorway, there were definitely more than fifty enemies, among them some demon seeds with magical powers, plus the two disgusting corpse slaves, he couldn't help but gasp.

Unlike fighting beasts or barbarians on the fortress walls, those who have no intelligence cannot climb the fortress walls, they are like moving targets, but this time, he will face the same kind of people with the same intelligence, and monsters beyond the scope of ordinary people!

Will I be able to defeat them?

Rodin felt his palms sweat a little, and he glanced at the projectiles that reflected the black light neatly arranged behind him, which calmed his mind.

With powerful weapons, we must be the ultimate victors.

He raised his head and raised an eyebrow at the enemies who were still pouring into the hall, he didn't plan to be like a knight and let the enemy adjust to the best before fighting.

The other side is gathering troops, and now is the perfect time to attack.

"Just a few of them?" the guy in his cloak let out a disdainful mock, his voice old and terrifying, like a slippery snake clinging to your skin, giving you goosebumps all over your body, "I don't need to send my darling!"

"Mr. Saul, don't you want to see how powerful the latest experiments can be?" said the assassin standing aside.

"It's just weak humans, my baby can swallow them whole in one bite!" Old Thor patted the head of the two combined corpse slaves, "You say yes?"

"Damn Karn, he escaped on his own!" Old Thor gritted his teeth, "Killed a dozen of our excellent assassins, and didn't even leave me with a corpse, just fled, if I catch him, be sure to gouge out his eyes, the corpse will serve as a baby's lunch!"

Kahn Rolling, that's the name of the councillor.

"I thought that this old fellow who was left behind would be abandoned by his companions," the assassin smiled, "I didn't expect to attract someone to save him!"

"Kill them all first, then track down Karn!" Old Thor didn't seem to pay any attention to the human soldiers.

Compared to the noisy taunts and laughter of the members of the right court, the soldiers led by Rodin were very quiet from the beginning.

Their companions died in front of them, and there was fear in the face of enemies outnumbered by their own, but the rising anger suppressed the fear.

Whoever hurts our fellows will definitely pay for it.

With Rodin's order, the soldiers quickly separated a passage, and the improvised launchers were placed on the ground, aimed in the direction of the gate, so close that Rodin was confident that the shells would explode in the enemy's crowd.

At a distance of thirty meters, the guys in the right court had already begun to set their eyes on Rodin and his soldiers.

"Clank!"

*Placed on a gun carriage.

Enemies began to gather at them, waving their weapons, and the two corpse slaves roared wildly, as if excited about the imminent devouring of fresh flesh.

Three gun mounts, aimed in three different directions.

Artillery combat is not suitable for short distances and small areas, because the flying shrapnel and the air wave of the explosion can easily injure one's own side by mistake, but fortunately, Rodin occupied the stone platform as a barrier early.

Occupying favorable terrain at any time is also one of the indispensable operational commands of commanders.

At this distance, there is no need to calculate the angle of fire at all, just manually adjust it to the approximate direction.

The gun carriage directly in front was the first to roar.

The large amount of gas produced by the burning of the gunpowder instantly produced a huge reaction force, pushing the gun carriage back by about a foot, and at the same time, the cannonball sprayed blue flames and rushed towards the crowd with a terrible whistling.

Almost at the same time, two more shells followed.

The muzzle velocity of the rocket is enough to reach more than 500 meters per second, and the extremely fast speed gives it the same powerful penetrating force, and an assassin, as the first victim of *, was torn apart in an instant, like a firework, and the internal organs and blood splattered all over the ground.

The rocket was castrated, and after penetrating four or five enemies, it finally encountered the force of the collision, and one of the assassins was wearing heavy plate armor, and the warhead hit the plate armor heavily, and was instantly activated by the collision igniter hidden inside the warhead.

A fireball about five meters in diameter rose through the crowd, and shrapnel whizzed into the others' bodies, piercing internal organs or tearing limbs.

Immediately after, the roar of the other two directions also sounded successfully, and the severed limbs and minced flesh flew in the air, and the scorching flames burned the guys who were at the center of the explosion into charcoal in an instant.

The flesh and blood finally showed its vulnerability to destructive weapons, as defenseless as a blade piercing a balloon.

After a round of bombardment, the remaining enemies were stupefied.

They thought it was a low-hanging victory, but what was this sudden flash of fire and explosion?

Is it Thor's verdict?

Only the thunder of Tianwei can compare with it!

Looking at the enemies rising from the smoke of gunfire, Rodin and his soldiers raised their muskets.

The roar sounded again, and although the explosion like just now did not appear again, the weapons in the opponent's hands that were like iron pipes flashed, and the companions on his side burst into blood spots, and they were harvested one by one like leeks.

Rodin used a shotgun with a larger striking area and a shorter musket with a thicker barrel, which was obviously much better than a long gun in a short encounter.

When the smoke cleared, the two corpse slaves dragged the half-blown corpse and tried to escape, but they were hit on the head by a lightning bolt from the sky, and immediately began to fall to the ground and convulsed.

Thirty meters, but it seems like an unreachable distance.

A one-sided massacre, indeed in the Arctic mountains, did end in the victory of the smaller team.

When Rodin finished his second shot, there were no more enemies in the hall in front of them who could stand, and the blood condensed into a stream, which became a slaughterhouse.

In less than two minutes, the enemy's ranks had collapsed.

The demon seeds and assassins in the right court didn't even have the opportunity to use their respective abilities and make a move.

Times are about to change.

Lightning, who had just arrived in the hall and witnessed this scene, thought dumbfounded.

Hot weapons will dominate the battlefields of this world in the near future.