At this moment, the city of Memphis is dark.

Like most critical passes, Memphis not only has a defensive system, but also an inner wall with a slightly lower level of defense behind it, in addition to the outermost fortress.

As an important defense unit of the city's defense line, the fortress was infiltrated by the dreadbeast, and the defense plan was activated. The three inner city gates were suddenly closed, isolating the inside and outside, and the fortress, the inner city wall, and the inner city were divided into three parts at this moment.

At the same time, Orcas, the leader of the demon hunting group, immediately led his subordinates to block the invasion of monsters.

At this moment, the disaster smoke clouds brought by the demon tide have dragged the entire city into darkness, and the faint flickering fire light illuminates the steel armor that is shuttling through the inner city. Witchers in top-of-the-line armor roamed the streets, relying on their keen senses from long hunting monsters to chase after the fleeing Dreadbeasts.

The outside of the fortress is about to usher in a brutal siege, but the inner city wall has already ushered in a difficult interception battle. The common dreadbeasts have no chance of winning against the battle-hardened elite witchers, but allowing them to flee into the inner city and wreak havoc will demoralize the desperate defenders in front of the fortress.

Can't let that happen anyway!

In the glow of the flames, the elite witcher quickly caught up with the monster and stabbed his sword through the dreadbeast's neck. As their figures flickered, the low roar of the monsters came to an abrupt end, and all the dreadbeasts were pierced by the long sword, provoked, and thrown to the side of the street.

Although most of the dreadbeasts were quickly wiped out, there were also outstanding elites among the monsters that had infiltrated the inner city.

Qiang Qiang ——!

In front of the gate on the right side of the inner city wall, the loud sound of metal clashing was heard one after another.

It was the terrifying sound of a sword being drawn at a high speed, vaguely mixed with the sound of rapid breathing, the friction of the slight collision of armor, and the sound of a behemoth breaking through the wind as it moved rapidly.

The staggered and dense collision of sharp blades echoed in this chaotic darkness.

There was also the sound of blood dripping.

In front of the ruined city gate, another huge arm smashed to the ground, the cut was smooth and smooth, and dirty blood burst out in all directions.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The middle-aged swordsman with white hair gasped and roared, clutching the giant sword and stepping forward.

In the next moment, the dazzling sword slashed through the viscous air, and the semi-circular trajectory drawn by the giant sword in his hand was buried in the sharp air current, drawing a beautiful silver arc.

Sneer——!

An incomparable wave of qi exploded in all directions with him as the center - the sword blade stirred and compressed the air flow as sharp as a substance, forming a sharp current forward, and the almost solid white air flow refracted the light, and instantly pulled out a crescent-shaped arc light with a width of nearly thirty meters in mid-air, and the arc light extended and expanded, forming a thin arc-shaped blade with a diameter of thirty meters to sweep in all directions.

"Roar!!

With eight thick arms, the blood pupils of the Dreadbeast, which was similar to that of an armored warrior, contracted for a moment, and immediately gave up the attack and jumped up, and its body turned into an arched afterimage and pounced on Orcas, the witcher!

"The power is strong...... I don't have enough brains!"

And the moment it pounced on itself, the eyes of the witcher radiated a dark blue light, and the upper and lower epithelial membranes of the whole body trembled, and green tendons burst out, instantly releasing a hurricane-like mental pressure outward.

Sneer——!

In an instant, Orcas fused with the giant sword reflecting the cold light in his hand, turning into a shining bright thread that penetrated the entire space between himself and the monster. The air shook violently, and in the roar, a bright line of light and winding was seen piercing through the monster's body.

Bang——!

In mid-air, the dreadbeast's heavy body jerked to the right, and then fell to the ground in embarrassment—beside it, three flat left arms with a flood of blood fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

"Ahh

The unbalanced monster tried to fight back with its right arm, but it was useless, and the middle-aged swordsman had already rushed into the distance between them.

Sneer——!

The sword wind wrung up by the giant sword wrenched the remaining arms of the dreadbeast to pieces, and the flesh fragments were blown several meters away by the sword wind. Before the monster could react, the sword was thrust through its mouth and out of the back of its head.

"It's a pity that this road doesn't work!"

The next moment, Orkas exhaled violently, his feet stepped forward and backward, and his left hand slammed into a punch as fierce as a battering ram. The impact shattered the monster's skull in an instant, and the longsword in his right hand slammed into it, severing the remaining head and remains of the dreadbeast by neck.

Poof——!

Foul blood shot out of his neck like a fountain, rising several meters high.

"Hiss......"

Watching the body of the dreadbeast fall to the ground, the middle-aged swordsman took a deep breath of fishy air. The smell of sweat and the rotting smell of the Dreadbeast mixed in with it, like mellow liquor, intoxicated him unnaturally.

From the front, there are several wing-shaped tattoos on the left side of Orcas's cheeks, and those strange gray eyes seem to be dull, but the essence hidden in the bottom of the eyes is like a jumping spark.

At this time, he was wearing a flexible light armor armor, trousers of the same material, and silver metal armor to protect his legs and shins—the skin exposed outside the armor was covered with countless scars, large and small.

Wearing a pair of special leather gloves on his hands, he holds the sword in a posture that is very different from that of ordinary swordsmen, completely violating the bone structure, and is an extremely advanced sword technique.

(During the Battle of Balkal, Orkas served as the captain of the second team under Evan and was an extremely elite witcher.) It's not good at driving spells, and only relies on it to increase mental strength. Proficient in the use of dozens of weapons, with a special talent that can resonate with the weapons around you, you can exert great power in battle. ）

"I'm getting tired, I'm getting old......" Orcas sighed and shook his head, swinging his blade away the blood and sheathing his sword at a lightning speed.

"Captain Orcas, I've brought support!"

At this moment, the herald galloped with the commander's own soldiers, and beckoned to him from afar.

One by one, one by one

At the same time that reinforcements and Orcas converged, the next wave of counterattacks from the defenders of the fortress also came:

Countless golden arrows infused with the power of the divine spell were coming towards the torrent of monsters in a manner that covered the sky and the sun—a tenth of the defenders, and the Holy Arrow Army, a mixture of 8,000 longbowmen and priests, had already begun to warp.

Brush ——!

The speed of the golden arrows trapped in the canopy seemed to be slow, but in the approaching moment, they were simply unable to resist, and even some of the high-level dreadbeasts could not catch the dazzling arrows full of divine damage.

Fragments of the eyeball-shaped monsters' bodies exploded and scattered, and the arrows that pierced through the layers of obstacles and buried deep into the Dreadbeast's body made the charging monsters even more crazy—the lost sense of empathy was awakened by the arrows, and the souls were deeply stabbed.

Even with the protection of the high-level dreadbeasts, the strength of the low-level dreadbeasts was very limited, and they could not completely resist the powerful impact of those bright lines that cut through the air. Vast swaths of the monsters turned into torches, and then disappeared in a torrential rain, becoming a cloud of disaster that haunted the battlefield.