A huge red dragon slid out a beautiful arc in the air, and then the hot dragon breath that erupted from its mouth burned quickly across the Burning Legion's defenses, igniting hundreds of demons within a hundred paces, and from a distance, it had a strange killing beauty.

These little ghosts and little devils who were still using talent magic such as small fireballs to suppress the charging coalition infantry, desperately and frantically releasing spells, were suddenly killed and wounded.

The originally dense magic naturally reduced the frequency by a large amount at this time, and then wandered hundreds of steps away, and a small knight group of hundreds of people immediately seized this rare opportunity, frantically whipped the war horse, and rushed towards this line of defense.

Hundreds of single magic spells smashed down on the head and face of the charging knights, but this little knight group stubbornly fell down with the fighting spirit of full strength.

In the end, after paying the price of more than 30 dead and wounded, this line of defense was completely torn open by the Knights.

Then more than 2,000 infantrymen who followed the knights successfully followed the horses' hooves and poured into the gap, and at the same time the infantry attacked and killed on both sides of the defensive line, gradually tearing the gap in the defensive line wider.

"This line of defense will soon be breached, and the Burning Legion will be nothing more than that!, of course, thanks to your wise command, the Commander-in-Chief. A pot-bellied bishop, dressed in a splendid robe, withdrew the telescope that had been placed in his left eye.

Then, he smiled at the head of the regiment, and immediately presented a gushing sycophant to Lord Utherian......

In the face of such a blatant sycophant, the head of the regiment only smiled slightly, for he had long been immune to this level of praise, and the incomparably smooth battle for several days in a row had made him receive too much praise, and this degree was only a pediatric.

There is even gossip that after this holy war, he will be crowned a saint of the Temple of Light, and he is eligible to have a holy word in front of Utherion's name.

The Temple of Light is different from other sects in that it is extremely harsh on the canonization of saints, and the few saints in history have all made great contributions to the temple, and they were posthumously canonized after their deaths.

A living saint of the Temple of Light, the Grand Master felt what a glorious thing just thinking about it!

The present time is already the morning of the fifth day after the attack on the Burning Legion, and in the past few days, the army of the Ten Routes has been like a bamboo, and has now penetrated into the territory of the Principality of Ruiwei, more than three hundred miles; under this situation, in another seven or eight days, the advance of the Holy War Coalition will be able to advance to the city of Stegall.

Since yesterday, the resistance of the Burning Legion on the opposite side has begun to become fierce, but this has only made the chief commander more relieved.

Everything was as the experts expected: the Burning Legion had to resist one by one due to its lack of troops, hoping to gain more time to prepare, and the further it went to the core, the stronger the resistance would be, because the Burning Legion had more troops and more powerful troops.

However, for the commander-in-chief, all this is just a little more money and a little sacrifice of the lives of the coalition soldiers, and in the face of absolute strength, all intrigues and tricks will not play a big role.

In the midst of Lord Utherion's self-satisfaction, with the cooperation of the dragon in the sky, another gap in the line of defense was torn open, and then a large number of troops poured in, seeing that this line of defense was about to be completely captured by the Holy War Alliance.

Gently knocked the horse's belly with his heel, and the war horse of the divine horse under the seat began to move slowly forward, and the head of the regiment said lightly: "Keep moving, the next line of defense is the goal." ”

It was just a few simple words, but it was full of unstoppable awesome flavor, and the people who followed behind him hurriedly followed, and at the same time, the tide of sycophants swept over the past.

It's just that these people may be too obsessed with the praise and flattery of the commander-in-chief, and they don't even notice the sudden abnormalities on the battlefield in time; in the end, they suddenly discovered that the battlefield in front of them seemed to have undergone some great changes from the body of the commander-in-chief, the object of their flattery, who was instantly tense.

"Dragon, God, why are there so many black dragons, the great god of light is above, who will save us? A second ago, the fat lord who was still patting his extremely explicit sycophants, the sect suddenly screamed in shock.

The voice was so sharp and helpless, like a little rooster that had been caught and was about to be slaughtered, and it was wailing helplessly, and suddenly everyone raised their heads in unison and saw the scene that made their whole bodies cold.

I saw that in the sky seven or eight miles away, a black dragon suddenly flew over, and the astonishing number made people look at it, it was like seeing a huge black cloud, and the number of black dragons that made up this black cloud was more than a thousand.

Thousands of powerful black dragons, such an astonishing number, simply overturned the cognition of all the natives of the Fila Continent present, no matter where in the Fila Continent in the past, as long as there was a black dragon like this, it would cause a huge disaster.

Such a powerful flying creature, the Burning Legion has to use the unit of 1,000 heads to calculate.

And the more than 300 giant dragons supported by the five major dragon cities, plus thousands of flying troops, have long been dispersed into the Ten Routes Army; even the road where the head of the regiment is located can be regarded as the strongest road, but it is less than a hundred giant dragons and more than 300 other air troops.

Just this bit of air power is also scattered on the huge battle front in front of him for dozens of miles, and in comparison, the sparse ones are not at all on the same level.

If this didn't make the head of the group despair, in the sky behind the black dragon, there was an endless army of Winged Demons, and their number was simply incalculable, because the head of the group couldn't see where the end of the Winged Demon army was!

At this moment, Lord Utherian, the chief head of the Knights of the Temple of Light, had an indescribable bitter taste in his mouth, and the fact was that the Burning Legion was under-armed, and they had just laid a huge trap.

"What kind of bullshit authority and expert, do your best to fart, this time it's killing Lao Tzu......" This is the most real thought in the heart of the head of the head of the group at this time.