The whole ear was rumbling with the sound of cannons, in the rear, in front or in the distance, and Vladino had a feeling of inauthenticity, unlike the battles he was used to, where there were deaths, but there would be screams, there would be blood, there would be guilt, this kind of war would have more people die, but there would be nothing but fire in front of him.

He was a little frightened, and probably had a similar fear when the humans all over the earth destroyed themselves, and when the enemy was no longer dead in front of him, when the two sides were no longer familiar with each other or even unmasked, the guilt probably would not arise.

"Josiah." Ia, who knelt on one knee on the count's back, leaned up, the boy was very simple, simplicity made him fearless, and also gave him superhuman sensitivity.

"Ah...... What's wrong, Ia? ”

"It's almost there." Ia stretched out his hand to the massive wall that was close at hand.

The huge city wall is in front of you, with a height of 25 meters and a width of 10 meters, and the whole is pure white, with a ring arch guarding the entire area of Warsaw, which has reached an overall area of 1,400 square kilometers, which must have been a huge matter of material resources in the old century. But since the Ark's breakthrough in the study of adhesives, building with white sand has become a simple matter, molding, mixing, and watering, and that's how the headquarters of the Scavengers Alliance was built.

Compared to the rainbow lighthouse, the city wall in front of me is a little different. More than 40 rounds per second of heavy artillery shells on its surface seemed to be unable to shake it at all, and Vladino guessed that the mezzanine of the walls was embedded with heavy armor and even made a mesh support. This kind of speculation doesn't make much sense, but at least it's much better than talking about dead people, cruelty, and the like.

What a good boy. Fladino looked the boy up and down, and he used to think that Anaheim used to train Yia as a weapon, but the more he got to know him, the more he realized that he was really a sensitive and kind child.

"Thank you." He thanked him sincerely.

The boy's ears turned red. He looked left and right, as if looking for a landing area: "My father-in-law told me that when you are fighting, don't think too much, the more you think, the faster you will die." ”

"Mr. Anaheim is right." Vladino looked at Warsaw with a wry smile, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and a large number of machine guns and artillery aimed at the two of them from the empty eastern wall, a total of more than a hundred, it was obvious that these weapons were deliberately hidden when intercepting the shelling, and they were to deal with commandos like him and Ia, "dodge the shelling, and attack from the north and south!" Vladino hurriedly explained, drawing a huge arc to avoid the flying ammunition.

The Count also avoided it. Under the command of Iah, he instigated huge flesh wings to sweep over the wall, and Ia jumped from mid-air, smashed a cannon barrel directly above, and then reflexively punched, and the huge turret deformed and completely scrapped.

On the other side, Vladino ascended to the top of the city. Using the loadout of the walls to attack high-end forces with flying abilities is inefficient. Human targets are too small, and the flexibility of the capable is too strong, and the time from aiming to firing of a cannon or machine gun is enough for the capable of individual action to easily avoid it, and the armor it relies on to protect itself may be enough to withstand a few direct shells, but it cannot defend against a high-end combat power that is more powerful than a cannonball. Vladino, for example, had destroyed four of his defenses, and the golden whip looked at the armor of the turrets as if nothing was there, and stabbed into it, sending out a little blood and screams.

Sniffing the thick smell of gunpowder in the air, Vladino focused, this was the war he was familiar with again, there was blood and death.

"The defensive weapons are handed over to the artillery units, and you hurry up to take control of the walls and open the passage for tanks and infantry." Angel's voice came over the intercom, which was very distracting, but barely audible.

"Roger." A handful of flower seeds splashed seemingly casually on the destroyed turret in front of them, dozens of rose branches bloomed on the city walls, and thorns grew along the base of the tower, thick and strong at a speed visible to the naked eye, and little by little the entire turret was raised, revealing a gap large enough for human passage.

The turret was raised from this position, and it was necessary to connect with the tunnel due to the supply problem. Vladino jumped, where there were several corpses of supply soldiers, already covered with roses.

The entrance and exit gates were wide open, revealing a long and deep passageway, and Vladino knew that such a forcible penetration would not hide from the eyes of the Caucasians, and he was ready for a surprise attack, but not a single catapult came.

Is there a shortage of manpower? Or has the organization collapsed?

Vladino walked in, roses blooming from the place he passed, crawling all over the road, red flowers and green leaves dotted with each other, invading the last fighting fortress of the Caucasus.

No one was touched along the way, there were no corpses or bloodstains, and aside from the few cracks and sand caused by the collapse, the corridor was even neat, and Vladino quickly ruled out the possibility of the collapse of the organization, and after thinking about it, he ruled out the lack of manpower.

Since it is neither, it can only be high-end combat power. Vladino pondered the information of several high-end combat forces under the Caucasian Alliance, and the rose vine surpassed him and spread deeper into the passage at a faster speed.

"I see you." The growth of the rose was stopped at a corner not far away, and a fire came through, and the vine told him that there was a man there, spewing flames, "I respect your courage, Mr. Akachev. ”

"Isn't it time to say that you're not my opponent and that this fight is pointless?" The flames spread, burning the roses that covered the corridor, and the man in the white bear skin stepped on the flames and entered Vladino's field of vision, with a spirit that stood up to the sky.

"As an intruder, I wouldn't say such a thing." Vladino raised his hand, and more roses grew, one after the other, covering the flames, green vine leaves and golden fire forming a stalemate between the two, and the petals of the burned branches flew apart, circling between the narrow passages.

"Is it a glorious death or something like that?" Karachev scoffed.

"Nothing." Vladino shook his head, "To each his own." ”

"I suddenly have a crush on you." Akachev laughed and inhaled sharply, and golden-red flames erupted from his mouth.

The flying petals did not try to condense, from a certain point of view, fire is the nemesis of plants, but the gap between the ranks is not something that can be smoothed out by one attribute restraint.

The corridor was narrow, and most of the petals were burned to ashes by the overwhelming flames, and a few pieces were missing from the cracks, swirling, and piercing into the strong muscles of the Caucasian dragon, cutting through the flesh with unimaginable sharpness, leaving a bright red on the white bear's suit.

Akachev stood still, a thick ball of fire rolling towards Vladino. The thorns wriggled and formed a thick wall, and the petals swirled in the air, shooting at the vital point.

Falling short. Akachev was forced to cut off the dragon's breath and duck, and the petals shot into the air, smashing into the completely carbonized vine wall, shattering the wall into powder, revealing a dense cloud of petals that filled almost the entire passage.

"It's over, flower language, flower burial." In an instant, thousands of petals flew out, drowning the opponent like a crimson torrent.

The inconspicuous red light flashed away, and Fladino suddenly flew up, subconsciously flying, but he didn't want to hit the top of the corridor, and the blood-colored vines followed him like a shadow, and pierced into his abdomen with a pop. The second blow followed, whipping him into the right side of the cheek and sending him flying.

He finally saw the weapon of the attack, the blood-colored vines, the same plant type of weapon, no wonder he could hide silently among the roses without being noticed, until he launched a sneak attack when he was at his most relaxed.

"Despicable!" The blood vine didn't give Vladino a chance to breathe, he could only retreat, and the golden flower fairy whipped at the root of the pursuing blood vine, and the vine froze, and was torn out a huge wound by the flower fairy's thorns.

But Ling Tong was by no means limited to these two blood vines. In the blink of an eye, two more bright red vines emerged from the middle of the dense rose stems and leaves, like two colorful poisonous snakes, and Vladino reluctantly raised his hand, and the thick vine wall formed to stop the attack.

The fourth and fifth went around the vine wall from both sides, and Fladino threw his whip into the air, and his whole body took advantage of the momentum, the wound in his abdomen was squeezed, and blood rushed out, and the sharp pain made his eyes black for a while, and he could barely sustain his flight.

Don't fall! Don't fall! The vine wall had been breached, and five blood vines were chasing from all directions, flowers blooming, and the petals broke away from the calyx to become his weapon, circling, swarming towards those blood vines.

Vladino was still retreating, more and more petals gathering around him, and only four blood vines were left in pursuit, and they were scarred and splattered with juice but still maintained a sharp charge.

"Thorns!" Another massive vine wall entwined, completely sealing the passage of the blood vine's attack, and Vladino's heart was relieved to fall from mid-air, landing on the ground covered with roses, and sliding until it hit the wall.

Burst! A mouthful of dark red blood spurted out, and it seemed that the stasis on his chest had improved a lot, at least he was out of breath.

Rumble! The vine wall was torn apart not far away, and a full six blood vines flew in the air, four of which intertwined into a shield to block left and right, and the other two slashed and swept to smash groups of petals, and could no longer form an effective threat.

"Ling Tong ......" Rose climbed up her legs, supporting Fladino to get up slowly, the noble son was covered in blood, his hair was scattered, his right eyebrow bone was broken, and the blood flowed like an infusion, but the most affected was the wound on the abdomen, which was completely penetrated, and even the broken organs could be seen wriggling.

"It's really wonderful, I was so badly injured and still able to escape from the raid just now." Ling Tong applauded, his face full of appreciation, "How is it?" If you give up your resistance......"

"Don't you kill me?" Vladino's voice was weak, but the mockery in it could not be concealed.

"No, no, no." Ling Tong didn't seem to understand, "Anyone in this world can be trusted, but the surrender of Brother Josiah can never be trusted. That's your Sean. Gru told me, so if you give up your resistance, I can make you die a happy death. ”

"There's no need." Vladino reached for the headphones, but alas, in the previous battle, the device had been damaged, "I still prefer the dying struggle." ”

"In that case...... Ling Tong shrugged, "Then die!" ”