Iron slag ignited the power furnace and slowly climbed out of the snow, then clenched the machete with both hands, and jumped down from the top of the mountain, with a "turbulence" behind him, spewing out two crimson flames, turning into falling meteors, and heading straight for the red-clothed mage in the group of flying dragons. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Too fierce!" A tribal warrior looked in this direction and hurriedly shouted loudly to alert his companions.

The distance of tens of meters is only in an instant for a rocket-type fuel thruster. Before the warriors could react, the iron slag crashed into the crowd and stabbed the stunned spellcaster!

"Die!"

In the midst of the shouting, the tip of the knife stabbed the target in the chest with a thunderous momentum, almost unstoppable.

In an instant, a layer of blue light appeared on the spell mage's body, like a carapace, and it was hard against the tip of the stabbing knife, and then with a "bang", it shattered into countless pieces.

With the force of the impact, the spellcaster fell backwards. Iron Slag quickly released the straight machete, raised his arms flat, and pulled the trigger.

"Turbulence!" "Turbulence!"

Four dazzling tongues of fire erupted from the barrel of the gun on his arm, and a large number of hot lead bullets slammed into the spell master's body, instantly shattering his luxurious clothes, blood and shredded flesh, along with flying cotton wool, splattered out.

At the same time, the surrounding tribal warriors drew their spears, infused them with spiritual energy, and stabbed at him. Ignoring it, he pounced on the sorcerer who had fallen to the ground, pulled out the dagger on his leg, and stabbed him in the throat.

"Bell, bell!"

I saw sparks splashing behind him, and the tip of the spear that condensed spiritual energy pierced through the power armor and pierced his back. Fortunately, the materials used by the Wilderness Knight are excellent, and even the outer armor is made of dreadnought-grade super-dense alloy, which is far stronger than ordinary power armor. After the tip of the spear pierced the inner and outer armor, it was stuck outside, and it could no longer be used to make an inch. If he is replaced by a guard-level one, I am afraid that he will be pierced into a hedgehog by now.

After succeeding, the iron slag burst out with brute force, twisted its body to the side, broke all the spears pierced in its back, and then soared into the sky and flew into the middle of the battlefield.

"Sarah!"

Several roars rang out from behind him, and one after another thunder spears came out of their hands and shot at him. He felt something in his heart, and suddenly accelerated, and flew diagonally upwards in an arc.

Between the lightning and flint, more than a dozen thunder spears flew under him, missing one by one.

Seeing this, the Wyvern Knights let out a furious roar one after another, instigating the Wyvern to chase after him. However, the speed of the Wyvern is nowhere near as fast as the Power Armor, and they use wings, which are no faster than aerodynamic-based jet technology.

"Turbulent ......"

Iron slag swept over the battlefield, and after leaving the Wyvern troops behind for some distance, turned off the thrusters and landed on the ground.

As far as the eye could see, the surroundings were hazy, the smoke of gunpowder filled the snow, and from time to time there were flashes of fire, explosions and screams. There were human and demon corpses lying on the ground, some with wide empty eyes and looking at the sky, some lying on the ground, some only half of them left, and some of their flesh and blood were blurred and fragmented. The blood soaked through the snow, like a red flower blooming in a pure white world, which was particularly dazzling.

He searched for a short time, found the corpse of a tribal warrior, stretched out his knots, pierced into it, and then lay down in a place where there were many corpses, pretending to be dead.

In this chaotic battlefield, his personal ability does not determine anything, it is better to hide and wait for the opportunity.

Seconds later, an untargeted Wyvern unit flew above him, aimlessly throwing thunderspears to kill the mechs on the battlefield.

It didn't take long for the first Deep Blue War Ants to hatch and begin to devour the surrounding corpses and inject new parasitic cells. After a few more minutes, a second group of Scout ants emerged from the carcass and flew farther away, looking for more hatching troughs.

The number of soldier ants increased in geometric progression, and after a few moments, it had reached as many as five hundred, covering a radius of two thousand meters.

Iron slag did not dare to continue to hatch, five hundred was already the limit of his control. There are too many corpses on the battlefield, and once they get out of control, tens of thousands of soldier ants will breed. Where he can't see, they act on instinct and attack indiscriminately.

In fact, he didn't care about the people of the Thunderbird Legion, but by doing so, it would make humans and demons mistakenly think that the other party had used a forbidden "biological weapon" or a "forbidden spell" of some kind of parasite. Under closer inspection, it is easy to reveal his abilities and identity.

Through the vision of the soldier ants, he saw the reformers of the Thunderbird Legion gathered together and launched an attack on the Wyvern Force.

Without the protection of the Shadow Mist, the Wyvern Force was completely exposed to the human eye, blown up and down by rockets from the sky and ground, and piercing wails continued to be heard.

However, the forces of the demon clan still have an absolute advantage. These scaleless wyverns have extremely strong stamina, and the warriors on the ride also have a protective totem, and unless they hit continuously, they can't be helpless at all. The regrouped transactors were quickly dispersed, and the ground counterattack was pressed back.

Under the attack of the demons on both sides, the morale of the Thunderbird Legion dropped to freezing, and it was about to collapse completely. But at this moment, the eastern sky crossed the arc of light, blue and red, like rotten fireworks. They are none other than the power armor warriors and reformers of the Quadripartite Alliance, and there are more than 300 of them.

Iron Slag immediately got up, and through the line of sight of the soldier ants, he found several bazookas scattered nearby, and shot at the Wyvern troops.

Upon the arrival of reinforcements, the morale of the Thunderbird Legion quickly recovered, while the morale of the Aishan tribe plummeted. The flying troops, who arrived in time, immediately cut into the battlefield and fired at the Wyvern troops, while the Thunderbird Legion's reformers also cooperated with them and launched attacks from different angles.

"Raging Turbulence......

The next moment, a dense stream of rockets slashed at the Wyvern troops.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Despite the rapid ascent of the Wyvern troops, they were still blown into a ball of fireball, and half of them were lost in an instant. The rest did not dare to stay and fled in all directions.

Iron slag soared into the air, caught up with a scaleless wyvern, and pounced directly, wrapping his arms around the neck of the tribal warrior and smashing the opponent's head.

"Bang bang bang!"

After a few punches, the warrior's protection totem turned into scattered star sand, and an iron slag dagger pierced his carotid artery, ending his life. On the other side, the Black Pig King, Bai Xiaotian and Yang Yong each killed a Flying Dragon Knight. And the rest was quickly caught up and completely wiped out.

Seeing that their own Wyvern troops were killed, the demon civilians showed fear on their faces and retreated. The mercenaries of the Thunderbird Legion are returning to the battlefield one after another, turning from runaways to chasers.

However, the situation was soon reversed.

"Woo ......" and "Woo ......" Two horns suddenly sounded in the mountainous area to the north.

Immediately afterward, snow and dust billowed on the horizon, filling the sky. Looking through the binoculars, two demon forces were killing from the northwest and northeast. Their faces are painted with patterns of different colors, representing their respective tribes.

Iron Slag immediately connected with the Black Pig King and ordered him to lead his men back and join the large army.

The morale of the Aishan tribe was boosted and they fought back, while the Thunderbird Legion was demoralized and retreated again.

At this time, the Thunderbird Legion had been reduced by more than 30 percent, the troop structure had been disrupted, and the command system was close to paralysis. A few minutes later, when reinforcements from the two tribes rushed into the battlefield, it turned into a one-sided slaughter.

The scattered human soldiers, like sheep driven by wild beasts, instinctively gathered together, fleeing and leaving their corpses behind. The running speed of demons is higher than that of humans, and soldiers are killed and mechs explode almost every second.

The Thunderbird Legion's wolf and flamingo movements are more flexible, but they fled the battlefield with their backs to the demons, and many of them were pierced by thunder spears and blown up to the ground.

Through the sight of the soldier ants, the iron slag roughly estimated that there were at least more than 3,000 people in the two tribes that came to reinforce, of which the tribal warriors accounted for about one-tenth.

More than ten minutes later, just when the demons were chasing the human soldiers and panting for slaughter, the four-party alliance finally arrived on the battlefield.

Under the command of Mu Qianhe, the mechs and soldiers were divided into several tactical squads, each team consisted of two mechs and twenty marine soldiers, and the teams were separated by fifty meters, with the mechs blocking the front and the soldiers following behind, maintaining the formation and advancing at a uniform speed.

Tribal warriors who have entered the battlefield can no longer organize a thunder spear array. And in the process of slaughter, their physical strength was also consumed a lot. In the face of the quadripartite alliance that was pushed over like a steel wall, it was impossible to form an effective confrontation.

I saw two teams of demon warriors gathered together and launched an attack on the battle line. They threw thunderspears, blowing up one of the nearest human squads, before being targeted by mechs from other directions. The cannon loaded with armor-piercing shells fired flat, causing blue light to spill out of their bodies. Immediately after, the soldiers following the mecha crouched down and fired a dense barrage of bullets at them.

"Turbulence!"

The shuttle-like bullets, mixed with several rockets, exploded on them. In just one shot, more than half of the two demon squads were damaged, and the rest were covered in green smoke, let out a trembling roar, and charged again.

"Boom, boom!"

In the next second, several armor-piercing shells hit them, some through their chests, some smashed their hands and feet, and some blasted their brains.

A few minutes later, under the devastating advance of the Quartet Alliance, the demons left corpses all over the ground and began to retreat towards the north. Seeing that the time was ripe, Iron Slag gave an order, and the power armor and transformation troops attacked again, chasing and killing the demon deserters.

The correct use of the flying unit is to destroy strategic targets, rush to emergency aid, and expand the results of the battle. Compared to the efficiency of the demon infantry slaughtering the Thunderbird Legion just now, the flying troops were more than ten times faster. In the fierce shooting, the demons fell in pieces.

The Quadripartite coalition thundered down on the spot, replaced it with howitzers, and began to bombard the front line of the deserters. The Wolf, Flamingo and Locomotive units broke away from the line and pursued at full speed.

In an instant, wave after wave of shells fell in front of the deserters, and the sky continued to sweep over the transformers and power armor warriors, pouring rockets on the heads of the demons, and the troops in the rear kept chasing and killing the deserters who had straggled, and the scene was extremely bloody.