Blade pulled out his silver sword and jumped off the makeshift firing position on the second floor, smashing into the army of undead who rushed downstairs. The other witchers who were good at melee combat also drew their weapons and jumped down the second floor with the blade to kill the army of the undead.

The entire battlefield was divided into two parts, with the firing positions dominated by ordinary people such as Nick strafing the army of undead swarming in the distance, while the witchers led by Blade stopped outside the base gate to form the first line of defense.

Fortunately, the strength of these undead armies is poor, if it is one-on-one, it is an ordinary person with a stick can kill an undead warrior awakened by Ann Marnet.

But after the quantity reaches a certain level, it can overwhelm the quality, especially those Crusader undead warriors, who are still wearing the armor when they were buried and holding the sharp weapons that have killed countless enemies, even if these armors and weapons have lost their original defense and edge after the erosion of time, they still bring a lot of trouble to Blade and others.

As time passed, trouble became a problem, the undead did not know exhaustion, but except for a few high-level witchers, other witchers could not support a long period of high-intensity battles, especially when the undead army began to attack the base from the flanks, because the number of witchers was limited and the attack of the undead army was also to support the attack of the undead army, and the blade only established a defensive line in the direction directly opposite the undead army, and there were not many people on the flanks at all.

The witchers suffered casualties in the heat of battle, and after Blade swung his sword and slashed down a crusader undead, the other witchers who were almost overwhelmed by the undead had to order a retreat.

"Withdraw! Retreat to the halls! "Blade's strength naturally doesn't care about the attack of this group of 'cannon fodder' undead, so Blade stays behind the last break.

"Retreat! Close the door! The other witchers retreated behind the gate with fire support from the second floor.

After the gate closed, Blade drove the Bloodline energy to crush more than a dozen nearby undead, and then Blade took advantage of this opportunity to jump up to the second floor.

"President Blade, what do you see that?!" Jack looked at the yellow dust in the distance, and his face changed suddenly.

"Damn, everyone retreats to base!" Blade's face changed when he saw what it was, and he immediately shouted as he lifted Nick and threw him into the base.

"O god of death, I hereby call upon the power of the sands and dust to envelop the sands of Egypt in the midst of those whom I have chosen. Send him to me! Ammarnet, who walked among the army of the undead, naturally discovered the Demon Hunter's blockade, so the Set's priest immediately cast a spell, borrowing Seth's power to summon Sand and Dust to weaken the Demon Hunter's ranged firepower.

"Bang! Bang! Bang......" Under Ammarnet's spell, all glass, pottery, and everything that could be converted into sand shattered at once, turning into monstrous sand and roaring towards the witcher branch.

And it was just this scene that Jack and Blade had just seen.

It was as if a super sandstorm had erupted in London, and the end of the super sandstorm towards the Witcher Chapter turned into a huge, roaring human face, roaring and 'swallowing' the entire Witcher Chapter.

A large amount of yellow sand swept in, scraping away several security personnel who had not had time to return to the base. And in the sandstorm of Ammanette, the fate of these unlucky children is already doomed.

Fortunately, the sand and dust became much less powerful after rushing into the base, allowing everyone who fled into the base to escape. Listening to the sound of sand hitting the walls, the survivors exhaled, and they escaped for the time being.

The blade that slapped off the yellow sand on his body did not stop, and immediately took the survivors to the 'flower room' and sealed the door of the 'flower room' and the ground.

And just when everyone was relieved, there was a chiseling sound of 'clang, clang, clang...... from the closed door, obviously the speed of this group of undead was not slow, and the door on the first floor was breached in less than a minute.

"Henry, bring me what you pressed to the bottom of the box!" After watching the gate begin to deform as it was constantly attacked by the undead warriors, Blade immediately shouted at the wristband.

"How long will you hold this gate?" Nick asked, panting as he sat on the ground, not tired but frightened.

And while the army of the undead was blocked by the gate of the base, the witchers began to rest, replenish ammunition, and bandage their wounds.

"This gate was originally just an ordinary gate, how long do you think it can be defended?" Blade replied casually as he took a blood bag from a witcher.

"It's been delivered." Henry's voice came from the side, he was fiddling with a giant humanoid robot with a few researchers?!

"Wait, where did you get this big guy?!" Nick is a scout with a bad track record but no less good as a Scout: a Cybertronian corpse.

"Odd with that?" Blade asked, then commanded the other witchers to set up an improvised line of defense, the gate not holding out long in front of Ammarnet's army of undead.

"It's just strange that you have such a complete corpse, and what are you going to do with it?" Nick asked, tossing his rifle aside and switching to a light machine gun.

"It's still relatively easy for us to deal with this kind of miscellaneous fish Decepticon, as for what? You'll find out right away. Blade, the X-Men's Laser Eye squad is in Paris, and they can get there in 20 minutes. Henry said as he busied himself with the 'allies' he could contact.

"Only the Cyclops squad? What about S.H.I.E.L.D.? Blade asked with blood pouring blood into his mouth, although he didn't like to suck blood, but after using the Blood Clan spell, Blade had to eat with blood to replenish the Blood Clan spell consumption.

Anyway, it was bought from the hospital, so the blade doesn't matter.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. forces have just been engulfed in a sandstorm and lost contact." Henry shrugged his shoulders, obviously even if S.H.I.E.L.D. troops weren't consumed by the sandstorm, Henry didn't think they would have much combat power.

"Support from the headquarters is still on the way, it takes five minutes at the earliest, and there is only Yazrael. This was followed by President Ying Ao and President Lin Hong, who arrived ten minutes later. Jenny went on to say that she, a historian, had to make a cameo appearance as a correspondent at a time when there was a shortage of manpower.

"Looks like the rest of us can't count on it for the time being, Nick, I'm sorry, I'll kill you first if we can't hold it in a while." Blade drank the blood, then tossed the empty blood bag aside and said to Nick with a mouthful full of blood.

"Oh, the cake seller! You're a vampire?! You're going to kill me? Suck my blood dry?! Nick hadn't noticed it just now, but now he realized when he saw the appearance of Blade's mouth full of blood, only vampires would feed on blood.