The centaur commander caught a glimpse of the attack from the undead army, sneered, waved his hand, and all his subordinates instantly abandoned their arrows and drew their swords, but instead of retreating, they quickly gathered together, raised their iron hooves and rushed towards the undead army.

Peers look forward to dying.

is also a famous hell group in the abyss, also good at cavalry combat, and the grievances and grievances between centaurs and snake people are enough to put a library, where is there any need for the drama of 'coming to the common name'?

That's it!

This group of snake men who used to only sit close to their bodies and fire cold arrows were simply out of their minds, and the light cavalry charged at the heavy cavalry in armor.

“AHHHHH——————”

As the centaurs roared and screamed, the ground in the fire shook again, and the crimson centaurs gathered and launched a counter-charge against the undead.

In an instant, three hundred steps!

With the good eyesight of the abyssal xenomorphs, the centaur chief could see the scaly gaps on the old elder's face. In the past, when this distance is reached, it will quickly turn and detour in an attempt to contain it. But this time, the other party's speed did not slow down at all.

And even improving!

Two hundred steps! One hundred and fifty steps!

At the chieftain's orders, the centaurs in the front row lowered their spears in unison, and a hideous smile appeared in the eyes under the iron helmet.

Speed up!

A hundred steps, they have been avoided!

From this narrow to almost insignificant distance, the elder at the front suddenly opened his mouth and roared.

Then, reach into the skin.

Along with everyone, with a uniform movement, he pulled out a flintlock pistol with the insignia of the Ivory Tower from his leather bag and aimed it in front of him.

The centaur chief's pupils subconsciously dilated, and he fell into astonishment.

Mom sells batches, what are you taking?

Fifty steps!

This distance, they have been unavoidable.

A sinister smile appeared on the snake's face, and the trigger was pulled.

Chief, times have changed.

With a roar, white eyes suddenly erupted from the shoddy muskets, which were simply made by relying on alchemy gunpowder and were not stable, and even some guns had been directly exploded.

But the vast majority of flintlock pistols complete their mission when they are about to be scrapped, ejecting deadly projectiles out of them.

In an instant, the array in front of the centaurs shook suddenly, and with the roar, I don't know how many centaurs stumbled, and suddenly froze. The formation is in disarray.

And under the roar of the flag bearer Chaolu, all the snake people abandoned their guns at the first moment and raised their sabers in their hands.

White blades touching.

After a stagger, the chief's head had fallen off his shoulder. The venerable elder continued to move forward without looking back, and the charging formation of the snake people opened up to both sides in an instant, seizing the gap in the blink of an eye to create damage, and then, from the flames to close again, regrouped the formation, and attacked the centaurs who were in chaos again!

"Kill all these bastards!"

The Venerable Elder roared and raised his saber.

More than eighty undead knights followed, once again lunging towards the centaurs in disarray.

However, the final result had already been finalized the moment the flintlock gun sounded.

With the technical power of the Ivory Tower and the hand-rubbing of the batch version of Huaishi's degraded metal explosives, it is no more than a matter of alchemy to reproduce the flintlock pistol in hell.

But in reality, if it's just this extent, it doesn't matter at all. When it comes to lethality, a little farther away, the lethality of a metal projectile is not as lethal as a round of a centaur heavy arrow.

There are very few firearms that can actually be used in hell, and with the generally outrageous physique of hellish species, a gun's hole wound is nothing, even if you hold Thompson to the gargoyle.

There are many races that are born with their own body armor.

At the end of the day, the lethality of this thing doesn't depend on design, but on the shock it inflicts on the enemy at the moment of surprise, and the sense of uncertainty that comes with pulling the trigger.

- This group of dog mongrels sold by mothers even have guns, what if they throw a thunderbolt over?

The roar of the Minotaur array in the distance, as well as the flames rising into the sky, perfectly confirmed this conjecture.

This group of grandsons is really thunder!

Not only mines, but also explosives and incendiary bombs!

Huaishi's exclusive patent, the Alchemy Explosive V4.0 and the metal incendiary Mosaus Fury after three consecutive recipes have been improved. This kind of weapon that can be used at close range can be said to be the same end, once it meets a rat man who is not afraid of death, it is simply a golden wind and jade dew, and it is even better than countless ...... in the world

The elated rats rushed into the array with blood-red eyes and slammed into the ground.

It's like kowtowing to ask for a red envelope during the New Year.

Offering a great gift.

Happy New Year for big brother and sister-in-law!

As the blazing flames slowly rose from among the Minotaur warriors, a hot air filled with the pungent smell of metal blew in front of them.

Huai Shi held the sword and stood bored, staring at this war quietly.

The colonel gazing into the depths of the refinery.

The Colonel also watched him silently, his palm repeatedly rising and falling on the saber, clenching and loosening, but never unsheathed.

Didn't make up your mind.

In the dancing firelight, the shadows above his mask were constantly changing, cloudy and uncertain.

looked at Huai Shi's eyes, and slowly became disappointed.

After all, the other party did not use the terrifying weapon that instantly hit Pendron, although I don't know what the restrictions are, but if the other party is allowed to continue to blow up like this, even the Minotaur Heavy Company, which is famous for its protracted and defensive battles, may not be able to withstand it.

He was still hesitating.

In this way, in front of him, Huai Shi raised his hand, and the darkness in the bone sanctuary surged, almost boiling.

Immediately after, countless blood-colored giant crows emerged from it, spread their wings, and rose into the sky.

A crimson torrent swirls above the sky.

Under the blessing of the offensive of war, it is this group of ghost crows that has really been transformed, in the dim light of the candle flame, fiercely spreading their wings and swooping downward.

When the blade-like wings swept by, even the heavy armor of the Minotaur was difficult to resist.

A flock of 1,264 crows suddenly descended.

They did not really pounce on the battlefield, they swept past the rioted battlefield, and then rushed towards the giant jellyfish in the sky.

In the scorching clouds, the huge jellyfish shook suddenly, and dozens of the hundreds of tentacles lifted up and swept around indiscriminately, but they couldn't touch the scattered and invisible crows.

And when the crows fly by in possession, they release the bombs between their claws, leaving exploding flames on the jellyfish's huge canopy.

After four or five explosions in a row, the jellyfish's canopy was still intact and had not fallen apart as expected. As the translucent jelly-like body shattered, a large amount of boiling coolant erupted from below.

It is difficult to form an effective kill, but it successfully interferes with the operation of the giant sublimation synth.

On the back of the jellyfish, the gunman who had attacked Huai Shi tried to fight back. Soon, as the crows spread, a solemn middle-aged man dressed in a black robe appeared on the umbrella of the jellyfish.

"Holy—"

Van Helsing raised his eyes and muttered feverishly, the angry axe in his hand lit up with a blazing light.

Step forward.

The sound of breaking through the air erupted, ignoring the falling blades of destruction above his head, and Van Helsing came to the gunman, the flaming axe blade slashing down, bursting with a thunderous sound.

The gunman only remembered to draw his dagger and try to parry, but then the shattered ones fell from his body along with most of his arms.

Blood gushing.

The gunman quickly retreated, trying to dodge, but couldn't dodge Van Helsing's speed. The executioners of the former Inquisition followed them like a shadow, and the cervical vertebrae came.

If at such a close distance, even the smashing of a cold gun can't be solved, then what kind of ace purifier can it be called.

The gunman had no way to retreat, and without hesitation, jumped deep into the back of the jellyfish and fell to the ground.

But in mid-air, Van Helsing's face was already close at hand.

Several falling blades pierced through his body from his back, but there was still no expression on that cold and solemn face, but he raised the axe blade in his hand again and slashed downward!

Blood mist splattered out of mid-air.

Only a mutilated shell fell to the ground, along with the broken border relics. Even with the protection of protective equipment, it is still difficult to be complete, like a mess of rotten meat.

Immediately afterward, the severed head belatedly fell at the colonel's feet.

The Colonel glanced down at the face.

In silence, raise your foot and kick away.

Drawing the blade of his sword and aiming it at Huaishi's face, he issued his own challenge.

Huai Shi was expressionless and unmoved.

It's as if you didn't see it.

Too lazy to bother.

As a result, the pupils under the mask became more and more gloomy.

As he slashed off the blade, cold shadows emerged in the flames behind the colonel.

The clones and soldiers from the colonel returned, but this time the outfit was completely different from his, no longer maintaining the old costume of decades ago, but an elite soldier wearing a mask and helmet, wearing a dark camouflage uniform, covered with body armor.

In addition to the modern firearms in their hands, they have almost all kinds of weapons, including grenades on their waists, magazines hanging from their bodies, grenade launchers, mortars and anti-aircraft rocket launchers.

Under the miraculous blessing of stigmata, he did not receive any influence from hell at all.

The total number of personnel exceeds 60 people, which is almost equivalent to an entire special operations army.

At this moment, the title of colonel truly lived up to its name.

And at this moment, the quiet night sky outside the refinery was shattered by a roar.

A blazing pillar of light suddenly rose from the distance, swept diagonally across the night sky, and shot towards the other side of the Land of Dusk. Faintly illuminates the silhouette of a huge ship.

Immediately afterward, the tail flames of countless missiles completely lit up the night sky.

On the earth, countless fires sprouted and grew rapidly, growing with thick gunpowder smoke and vigorous growth.

There is the direction of the Iron Crystal Seat.

Huai Shi glanced back calmly, unmoved.

With the Iron Crystal Seat, the Great Grandmaster guarding it, and so many scholars, alchemists, and the sublimators of the exploration team, he can really steal a home for the Ivy League, and he can cut off his head on the spot.

Huai Shi still doesn't know where his confidence is the hardest now?

Without him, three words, the great master.

As long as the Great Grandmaster is still there, there is absolutely no possibility of the Iron Crystal Throne falling, and Huai Shi will have an absolutely safe rear and will not have any worries.

But now it seems that the sub-control center here has become a trap used by the Ivy League to lure the Ivory Tower into divisions?

He grinned, a mocking smile at the Colonel.

(End of chapter)