The artillery fire turned over and over the ruins in front of him, but he still saw the enemy pressing down, but the black fog that had been entangling the army seemed to be much thinner.

Yalinda was still frowning, but there was joy in her heart, which showed that the effect of the attack was very significant. The opponent's living force did not pose much of a threat to them, and what worried him the most was the ubiquitous spell restrictions when attacking, but now it seemed that such power was not unbreakable while consuming a lot of resources.

Under an order, the whole army charged, and the mechanical heavy artillery finally had a moment to rest, and the heat was that the barrel of the cannon was flushed red, and the original black metal was actually with a hint of white at the moment, which was a reaction to overheating, and if the cannon continued to fire, it was likely to explode. One of the main gunners and the third gunner were both second-order armed officers, and one of them sent out bursts of icy source power, which quickly cooled the barrel.

This alternation of hot and cold is extremely damaging to the heavy artillery, but I don't know when it will be used later, only by taking this method of killing chickens and eggs to maximize its effectiveness, but after this battle, these ten heavy artillery barrels are afraid that they will be scrapped.

The sound of the cannon stopped, followed by the roar of shotguns, like a torrential rain, with the force of falling from the sky, continuously striking everything on the ground.

The rioters seemed to have really seen the rain, the rain of iron sand and gun flames, fiercely tearing apart a corpse, and some of the black fog without a host converged on the ground, and more of it was reduced to nothing in the flames and heat, and faintly let out a scream that was even more miserable than life, like the last madness of a filthy animal like a rat before it died.

After the salvo, the warriors finally tangled with the enemy at the front, some inserting their shotguns into the pouches around them, and some of them threw their guns on the ground at any time, and removed the broad-bladed heavy swords behind their backs.

With its razor-sharp serrations and deep blood grooves, the infantry version wasn't too long, but it was striking enough to be an unrivaled weapon of mass destruction, swinging and slashing at an enemy as smoothly as slicing through hot cream.

But there were too many people in front, so many that it made people numb, so many that the soldiers didn't have the heart to calculate at all, even Yalinda couldn't count them, and they rushed into the crowd to kill while the opponent's high-level warriors had not yet arrived!

Part of the werewolf bloodline also gave him amazing physical strength and strength, vaguely beastly appeared on him, black body hair appeared on him, strong muscles allowed him to control the special heavy sword like an arm and fingers, there was no enemy at all, turned into a black whirlwind in the whimpering snowflakes in the sky, and twisted the enemies who continued to surround him.

The warm blood sprinkled on his face, he knew that the blood on his body was all the enemy's, and this level of attack could only barely break through his body protection source power, and even the armor could not be broken. It's just that countless such attacks converge, and I'm afraid that I will be injured before long. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and spit it out, letting out a lone wolf howl, but his eyes turned green were clear.

Locke is another way of playing, wandering in the fierce battle, stepping on the wind, gathering ice with his hands, and constantly shooting small ice picks from his ten fingers, the enemies who were hit were killed instantly, and the stronger ones also felt the cold eroding their vitality, and the only stiff movement next to the soldier could seize the opportunity to turn the situation around.

The powerhouses of the fifth and sixth orders still didn't make a move, as if they were preoccupied with defending something, but Rhine and the priest system he established were fully effective, and golden streamers traversed the entire battlefield, dispersing, buffing, healing, and even destroying the explosions of the black mist again and again, all from their hands and the holy scriptures that were turned in prayer.

The presence of priests cannot be said to have laid the foundation for victory on this cruel battlefield, but they represent the blessing of God the Father, and they give the soldiers the confidence that they will win, and of course, victory is a condition. Wherever the light goes, it is the footsteps of God the Father.

The darkness and orange collided violently, interspersed with bright flames, and the suppressed silence of the soldiers was finally broken, and they let out a howl full of power, like excited hunters running through the wilderness, seeing the delicious prey, and their eyes lit up.

The moment they made contact, the commander's order was drowned out in the shouts of killing, and the shouts of both sides were like waves hitting the eardrums of everyone present, iron sand and sharp blades tore through the flesh, and the blood was blown away in the wind, and mixed with cold snowflakes landed on the ground and was trampled under the mud.

It seems to be entangled, but the army is advancing steadily, although it seems slow, but the speed of the advance is visible to the naked eye.

Yalinda split the person in front of him in half with a sword, carried the short spear stabbed from behind, turned around and slashed out a pitch-black light blade, without looking at the results of the battle, he rushed forward, bringing up a series of afterimages, and the source force around the body agitated the air flow, faintly forming a giant wolf about three meters high, and jumped forward with Yalinda's sprint, the entangled cyclone was like a wind blade, twisting a piece of blood light.

Austin rushed out from the side, and Davix followed closely behind him, his feet also riding against the wind, leaping with a light step

out a few meters.

"Yalinda! There are already signs of retreat behind the enemy! I will let the soldiers follow up and kill, and try to kill and injure the living forces on the opposite side as much as possible!"

The blood stained on the windshield mask had soaked the transparent film on the eye sockets, and Yalinda didn't have time to wipe it, so she took off the mask and threw it on the ground, and actually stepped into the air on the seemingly ethereal giant wolf, and saw that although the enemy was completely entangled with the army, it had already appeared to flee.

It may not be a rout, the sanity of the rebels is far inferior to the parade they encountered before, and even a normal retreat looks like a rout. However, as the front advanced, he could already see a huge white stone statue towering at the end of the city, and the thick black mist was like a substance, constantly absorbing the blood and qi that had gathered from all directions.

Falling to the ground and setting off a shock, Yalinda looked at Austin, who was steady, and shouted: "You tell the people in front, don't chase too quickly, stabilize the current offensive rhythm, and if the opposite side walks too fast, let it go and come back to encircle and suppress this!"

At this time, the herald had long since disappeared, Austin did not answer, and directly stepped forward with a short knife in his left hand to pierce the heart of the enemy who surrounded him, and the heavy sword in his right hand blocked the weapons attacking from all directions, and turned around and flashed into the crowd, his body was as flexible as an owl foraging in the dense forest in the dark night.

Davix cursed, and a flame formed between the waves of his hands, and he hurried to keep up with Austin.

Yalinda coped with the situation around her with ease, and then it suddenly thought: Austin is willing to be the herald, so how did he find the opposite side retreating just now, and where is his combat area?

On such a battlefield, although the high-level soldiers are roaming to support, even the candidates are limited to a certain area by the crowd tactics, seeing Austin's vigorous skills and abundant physical strength, Yalinda has no doubt that he can kill from here to the front.

Thinking of the dense overhead below when he just jumped into the air, Yalinda suddenly felt his scalp tingle, and couldn't help but shiver.