The initial rout did not dampen the Dark Race's determination to attack. Although they suffered heavy losses in the first two lines of defense, they were strong after all, and they quickly regrouped their formations, and the dark warriors continued to arrive from the reserve area, crowded densely on the offensive positions.

The dark race was not idle in the process of regrouping, and scraped together a lot of heavy artillery firepower to continue to bombard the positions of the White City. And in the artillery fire, how could the Dark Fire mercenaries admit defeat?

Inside the White City, heavy artillery spewed tongues of fire, raining cannonballs onto the artillery positions of the Dark Race. Under the absolute suppression of firepower, the dark race's heavy artillery was constantly dumbfounded, but this time the dark race made up its mind, and the speed of replenishment was unusual, and new heavy artillery roared, pulling with the mercenaries at any cost.

The sheer number of Terran troops has never been comparable to that of the Dark Race, which has a large number of servants, so the target of the Dark Race is the enemy's heavy artillery, so that the coverage of the Dark Race troops that are being assembled is limited.

Under Pratt's strict orders, the dark powerhouse no longer conserved the Force and began to try his best to intercept the aerial artillery fire, which also greatly limited the effect of the dark fire heavy artillery strike.

As the dark army was assembled, a terrible horn sounded, and the desolate and distant sound penetrated the vast battlefield, making every dark warrior boil.

The horn of the attack was sounded, and one by one the dark warriors jumped out of their positions and rushed to the defense line of the White City.

As soon as the striker soldiers stepped into range, they felt a light in their eyes, and they reflexively tried to close their vision, and then they realized that it was not a flare, but a continuous line of fire that lit up along the outline of the walls of the entire White City. The amount of Force flame spewed out by the Force Gun when it bombarded was too large to be illusioned as a line.

In an instant, the Dark Warriors who rushed to the front fell in pieces as if they had crashed into an invisible wall.

However, the Dark Warrior who followed closely behind him turned a deaf ear and continued to charge through the corpses of his companions. The fires on the White City defense line were constantly flickering and extinguishing, always a continuous line of fire, and rows of Force bombs were like raging storms, roaring in, harvesting lives in rows.

The firepower of the Dark Fire Mercenaries was desperately dense, and in the blink of an eye, the casualties of the Dark Warriors were so great that it was unbearable to look at them directly.

The second line of defense of the Terrans, which was originally crumbling, became a flesh mixer after a short rest.

On the battleship, Pratt's face was expressionless, and only a patch of dark warriors fell in his pupils. In front of the White City defensive line, the soldiers took their lives to fill in every further push.

"My lord, do you want to ......," one of the Spider Demon Count asked cautiously.

Pratt said categorically: "That's their last strength! Pass my order and let all the guys below the marquis go to the front line to attack!"

The Spider Demon Count was shocked and hurriedly said, "My lord, Qianye is in the city!"

"So what? Even Medros is dead, do you guys still want to hide behind? Give it to me!"

The Spider Demon Count had no choice but to salute and say, "As you wish." But my lord, that werewolf has been preserving his strength, so it's better to ......"

Pratt pondered for a long time this time, and there was gradually a murderous intent in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Let the Marquis of Red Fang go to the front line to supervise the battle, his current position is too far behind." ”

"What if Lord Redfang doesn't obey?"

"Then I will personally persuade him. ”

The Spider Count took the order and left.

After paying heavy casualties, the Dark Front twice rushed into the White City defenses, but both were beaten back. After all, the dark warriors on the front line are not all madmen who are not afraid of death, and the battle damage has reached the point of nearing total annihilation, and even werewolves in a berserk state will retreat.

They regrouped outside the range of the Force guns, brewing a larger offensive.

The third charge began, this time it was obviously different from the previous one, the attacking force was mixed with a large number of strong men of the dark race, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to the front of the defense line under the fire of mercenaries, and then relied on personal force to destroy the fortifications everywhere.

Siege warfare is the most stupid way to play on the field line, but in any case, it is the most effective way to fill the battlefield advantage with your life.

The Darkfire mercenaries couldn't help but feel a little chaotic, but most of the veterans in the defense line were veterans who had been through a hundred battles, and they knew that retreating at this time was death, so it was better to resist desperately, maybe there would be a glimmer of life.

However, due to the large number of strong men joining, the dark race has the absolute upper hand in melee combat. As more and more Dark Warriors burst into the line, mercenary casualties skyrocketed.

On the city wall, Song Zining looked condescendingly, looking at the offensive and defensive battles on the second line of defense, "It seems that he is an impatient guy, he sent out all the strong people so quickly? I thought that I had to go to the city to force out your hole cards." ”

He took out the silver mask from his bosom, put it on his face, and stretched out his hand to the side, and the attendant had already offered the spear and spear.

Song Zining jumped out with a gun, and his figure disappeared in the air in a blink of an eye.

On the battle front, a spider demon viscount was fierce, with a heavy axe in his hand, and he cut three mercenaries in half with one slash. Hot blood splattered on his body, making him roar with excitement. At that moment, however, his laughter stopped abruptly. A non-gold and non-jade spear protruded from his throat.

Song Zining shook his hand, withdrew his spear, then turned around, and suddenly took three steps in a row, shooting like a dragon, picking out a dark powerhouse with each step.

In the thick night, Song Zining's spear in white was extremely eye-catching, and wherever he passed, he was even more invincible, and there was no general.

In the blink of an eye, the Xuanyin mask was splattered with blood, and the white clothes were all colored.

The main generals are like this, and their subordinates dare not serve to die? For a while, the mercenaries were all boiling with enthusiasm and fighting to the death. The originally shaky line of defense has stabilized again.

As he lifted another werewolf baron into the air, Song Zining's originally flickering figure that could not be locked at all suddenly appeared clearly in an instant. Under the continuous bloody battles, he also consumed a lot, and the realm of the three thousand floating leaves was inevitably a little unstable.

It was at this moment that the night was suddenly dyed with a layer of red at this moment, and a huge red fang was clearly reflected in Song Zining's back heart!

Song Zining's whole body was shocked, and he wanted to turn around and stab back when he drew his gun. Without seeing it, he already knew that he was locked in, and it was difficult to avoid this fatal blow, so he could only force his opponent to give up with a play that ended in the same end.

No one knows what Song Zining's expression is under the Xuanyin mask, but this opponent is in the midst of the chaos, and he can seize the empty moment to storm and attack, and his own strength is probably not much worse than Song Zining. How easy is it to be overturned by such an opponent?

A vague figure was intertwined with the firelight on the battlefield, the eyes could barely catch it accurately, the shadow flashed from under the gun, and in an instant, it went around behind Song Zining again, and grabbed the back of his heart with one claw.

Seeing that the tip of the claw was about to touch Song Zining's white robe, the werewolf who had turned into a faint shadow suddenly roared in his heart, and his vision flashed in the distant air, and a person stood out of thin air. It was a thousand nights. And at this glimpse of the floating light, the werewolf saw strangely that in the eyes of Qianye, there seemed to be his own shadow.

Suddenly a chill welled up in his heart, and the werewolf felt that what he had just seen was too strange, almost like a hallucination, and he didn't understand what he was afraid of. No matter how powerful Qianye is, it is a kilometer away, what can he do?

However, this werewolf's heart was firm enough, even if his mind was churning, the killing moves in his hand did not pause at all, his sharp claws continued to move forward, cutting through the white robe, splitting the inner armor, and then piercing into the flesh, and finally encountered obstacles. That was Song Zining's ribs.

The raging Dawn Force counterattacked and crashed into the werewolf's claw-splitting blade, and was immediately suppressed by the Dark Force, which had been prepared for a long time. In such a hand-to-hand combat, the disadvantage of the human race's physical strength was undoubtedly revealed, and the werewolf was about to dig out Song Zining's heart in one fell swoop, when suddenly a chill rose from the root of the back and tail, cold and cold, and he was powerless to resist!

He turned his head desperately and saw an afterimage in the air hundreds of meters away. It was a thousand nights, but it was only an afterimage.

The werewolf turned around at the same time, and the claws that had been inserted into Song Zining's back heart were withdrawn and drawn backwards. But when he turned around desperately, he only saw a sword light in his eyes. The upper body of the werewolf separates from the body and flies high into the sky. It was only then that the figure of the thousand nights slowly appeared.

Qianye looked at the sky, felt slightly surprised, and said, "It turns out that he is still a marquis?"

"Can't you see that?" Song Zining walked over.

"It's a little weak. ”

"Weak? I almost died, is this still called weak?" Song Zining said angrily.

Qianye smiled faintly and said, "With me here, how can you die?

Song Zining shook his head, "A little flesh injury, it's not a big deal, not even the bones." ”

It was only then that half of Red Fang's flying body fell to the ground with a thud, still struggling to support itself. But the flesh and blood at his incision were charred black, and they had been charred in the dawn of a thousand nights, and they had lost their vitality, and at a glance they knew that there was no way to live.

Qianye turned his head to look at the werewolf marquis who was unwilling to struggle, his expression was a little puzzled, and then said, "That's right, it seems that it is indeed too weak." ”

"Why do you feel weak? His Force level should be higher than mine, but the shadow wolf is not very strong in hand-to-hand combat. Wait, you ...... Turn around and show me. ”

Qianye was a little unsure and looked at Song Zining. Song Zining stared at his eyes, looked at them carefully for a long time, and said, "I see, your pupil technique has improved again." ”

"Is that so? I don't feel it. ”

Song Zining glared at him, and said angrily: "Don't feel it, can you restrain a marquis's actions before?"

Qianye thought about it and said honestly, "No." ”

"That's not it. Alright, let's get ready to retreat, let's break off. Song Zining floated up in the air regardless of it, and the spear spear that was not gold and jade waved several trajectories in the air, and then put the gun away and stood with his hands in his hands.

When the White City was neutral, another line of flares was fired, and the heavy artillery roared again, blocking the battlefield with firepower.

Only the dark powerhouse can break through the double blockade of flares and heavy artillery, but at this moment, Song Zining and Qianye are standing side by side, and the two of them are standing in the center of the entire battlefield like that.

They are waiting for someone to fight, but the Marquis of Red Fang is ambushed under the blow of a thousand nights, who dares to fight?

On the side of the eternal night, all the attention fell on Pratt in an instant. Only if the Vice Duke of the Spider Demon personally takes action, can he hope to break through the thousand nights and join forces with Song Zining.

Pratt stood still, like a statue, unmoving.

After a while, the flares in the air gradually fell silent, the heavy artillery fire also stopped, and the smoke cleared, revealing the outline of the White City. The second line of defense was empty, and all the mercenaries had withdrawn into the White City. And Qianye and Song Zining hung in front of the city gate.

Pratt stared at Qianye, his pupils gradually constricting.

Qianye seemed to sense something, turned her head slightly, and looked back. The two looked at each other thousands of meters apart and collided in the air.

Qianye raised his eyebrows, sneered, and a thin line of blood soared upward, showing his momentum, just waiting for Pratt to fight.

Pratt jerked his head up and looked at the sky. At this moment, a full moon in the sky was actually full of blood.