In the air, a goshawk overlooks the earth.

Its wings, tainted by the power of chaos, were covered in fine scales, and its tawny eagle eyes reflected everything that had happened on the ground. The rival dark army and the alliance of the three clans collided violently like two turbid currents in the gap in the city wall.

The coalition warriors in iron-gray armor were like a thick layer of mercury, using themselves as a barrier to plug the gap in the wall. The dark army is like a raging black tide, launching a wave of attacks one after another, in a vain attempt to break through the gap in the wall and enter the fortress. In the face of this intense offensive, if the coalition forces showed a flaw in this continuous tentative attack, there was no doubt that in an instant, the dark army would have breached Fort Horn with all its forces.

At this moment, Su Qin, who was at the forefront of the battle line, felt as if he was in a sea of sharp blades and blood. As far as the eye can see, there is no limit to killing and death. In such a crazy Shura land, there is no room for any fancy swordsmanship, only simple and rough blocking and then counterattacking. Only those who kill the enemy before they are killed will survive to the end.

What a sad place this is, Su Qin sighed in his heart, but the sword in his hand did not stop. I saw his right hand slam forward like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and the lightsaber passed through the defense line built by a whole row of strong orc warriors with swords and shields like flowing water. It's like a heated knife piercing butter without any hindrance. The hideous head of the mighty orc soon fell into a muddy ground with despair. This is already the third group of elite soldiers who have come to stop him. Relying on the deterrence brought by the continuous elimination of the enemy, in such a chaotic battlefield, Su Qin was forcibly killed in a slightly deserted circular clearing.

It's littered with the corpses of orcs, trolls, and all sorts of dark races, and there may be a few lucky ones who just don't have arms or legs and don't breathe. They let out the occasional faint moan, and their bodies that were not yet fully dead stubbornly bound their souls to their bodies, and the constant pain from their wounds tormented them. Even the brutal and bloodthirsty Orcs feel fear and despair when they themselves become victims.

It was this desperation that caused the dark force to accumulate on the battlefield more and more powerful, standing in the sea of corpses and blood, Su Qin couldn't help but start thinking about what the essence of the Force was?

Why, the bright side of peace and stability is progressing slowly like an old grandmother. And this dark side force, which symbolizes negative emotions such as despair and anger, comes so easily. So, what is the meaning of the existence of the bright side?

In the distance, an elven soldier kicked away the dwarf beside him, dodging the orc's spear, but he himself was pinched by the troll and thrown to the ground. Rather than be terrified by the death of their comrades, the dwarves who escaped roared and raised their axes to pounce on the trolls who were much larger than themselves. At this moment, Su Qin seemed to understand something. As far as he could feel, the cold and desperate dark force was suddenly pushed away by a vigorous upward warmth.

In the face of death, in the face of fear, as long as there is hope in the heart, then everything is possible.

It turns out that they are all just part of the Force?

As a beginner rather than a veteran researcher, Su Qin quickly put these questions behind him for the time being. Compared to these more philosophical questions, the giant flail that screamed and fell in front of him clearly needed to be solved more first.

The crimson lightsaber burned and pointed diagonally at the ground, and in the face of the deadly attack, Su Qin stood quietly in place with a posture of completely abandoning his defense.

Perhaps enraged by his opponent's contemptuous attitude, the troll roared and swung the flail, the whites of its eyes completely engulfed in small snake-like blood. Driven by the arms that had been twisted and strengthened by the power of chaos many times, the clanging chains drove the heavy iron ball at the top of the flail, causing it to spin rapidly and set off a wave of rage.

Looking at the troll rushing towards him like a storm in his hand, Su Qin slowly closed his eyes, and the double foreknowledge from psionic energy and the Force was like a pair of bright eyes that clearly and accurately displayed the future in a few seconds in front of him.

In the noisy battlefield, there was a short beep, which was the distinctive sound of a lightsaber swing. Not far away, a dominant group of orc soldiers was "rumbled" by the iron ball that fell from the sky, leaving only a piece of blood mixed with stump flesh and blood.

The troll's mouth was wide open, and there was an expression of disbelief on his ugly face. After hearing the buzz, it only felt a sudden lightness in its hand, and its vision immediately rose high. In the last second before the soul left the body, the troll saw a familiar body, so hideous, twisted, and imbued with the power of chaos.

It's a pity, but there are no heads.

Behind the headless corpse, Su Qin took a moment to adjust his posture and make it return to his defenseless appearance just now. The moment before he was hit, the red-light blade in his hand unhurriedly and slowly lifted upward, piercing into the swirling storm, severing the chain connecting the iron ball to the grip with astonishing accuracy. After neutralizing the attack, he took a few steps forward, leaping high on the troll's knee and slashing its head with a single sword.

Such a dangerous and dangerous method of using the sword is undoubtedly the evil way in the traditional swordsmanship. But for Su Qin, it was a sword method that could give full play to his supernatural powers. Even if you haven't learned how to use a sword systematically, you can rely on the experience you have gained from long-term battles and your mastery of your own supernatural abilities. This young man, who was originally disgusted with war, has now mastered the rudiments of a swordsmanship.

Outer Dao Sword - No Return, One Configuration.

Completely relying on the ability of prediction, the external swordsmanship configuration of attacking and attacking completely abandons defense.

Finally, a shrill whistle sounded on the city walls. Su Qin looked up and saw that only the Elven Fire was being driven by Huangquan, sweeping away the orc troops that had attacked the city wall. Through the Brand of Samsara he informed him that the Steam Cannon had completed its final repairs and that he was about to launch an artillery bombardment. Looking at the enemies who surrounded him but didn't dare to step forward, Su Qin waved his robe to activate the solidified psionic spell embedded in it. After briefly entering the subspace, he teleported directly past the enemy's encirclement and into his own position.

The steam cannon that was activated in an emergency manner was finally overhauled and began to function. Originally, they had planned that the weapon would at least wait for the Chaos Invaders to come into play. However, the unoptimistic battle situation forced the three-clan alliance to use this hole card in advance. The high-pressure steam was further pressurized in a thick, spherical pressurized chamber, and grapeshot bullets framed by hundreds of lead bullets were massively filled into the chamber of the gun with a net pocket.

The exterior armor, shaped like an observatory, slowly opens, revealing the thick barrel within. Inside the turret, dwarven mechanics are sweating profusely pushing the turntable, aiming the steam cannons at the dark armies that are pouring into the gaps in the walls. After a quick calibration, Leos, who was in charge of the construction and use of the turret, took a deep breath and pulled down the lever hard, and the special valve in the gun chamber rotated and opened to instantly release the ultra-high pressure steam in the pressurized chamber.

The tremendous pressure applied to the cannonball caused it to burst out of the muzzle in an instant, and at the same time, the fine net wrapped around the lead bullet also shattered under the action of the push, and thousands of lead bullets rained down on the dark army. These high-speed projectiles ignore the heavy armor, and the huge kinetic energy contained in them can easily shred the strong bodies of those monsters.

Under the bombardment of steam cannons, the dark army that kept pouring into the gap in the city wall finally stopped. Taking this opportunity, Marusilu hurriedly asked the construction golems to carry the stones to the vicinity of the gap. After drawing and playing into a formation, she launched alchemy with all her strength without stopping. The glow of the spell flashed, and the golems turned back into clay, forming a stone wall with the stones they had moved over, barely blocking the breach. Seeing this, all the coalition soldiers let out cheers for the rest of their lives, and standing among them, Su Qin once again felt what it was - hope.

At this moment, there was a sudden sharp cry in the sky. This seems to be a sign that the situation, which is finally improving, will be directed in an unknowable direction.