In a way that caught them off guard, the Iron Knights once again plunged Beit City into chaos.

After last night's riots, the city's residents, who had become a little panicked, suffered another unwarranted disaster.

Starting from the bell tower on the west side of the central city, the rampaging Abyss Heavy Cavalry trampled all the way, breaking through several makeshift checkpoints and leveling the entire block.

With rough slogans in their mouths, they streaked across the city as if they were hot knives cutting butter along the road. It was only after charging to the city of Lingang, facing the sea, that the Iron Hoof Demon stopped one after another.

Along the way, countless ruins were left behind, and large areas of the city were ignited by the flames attached to the demons, and people had to raze them to the ground in order to put out the fires.

If you look down from above, at least one-twentieth of Beit City has been damaged. Moreover, this kind of destruction is as if it has been repeatedly smashed by a boulder falling from the sky countless times, which is very complete.

There are many old wooden buildings in Lingang District, none of which are still standing.

There was a raging fire everywhere, but not the red flames that one would normally see - some were evil green, others were like pitch-black ink......

And this just highlights the eternal theme of the bottomless abyss - extreme chaos and total destruction.

"Hurry up and put out the fire!"

Seeing that his property was in danger, the owner of the Tavern in the opposite eye shouted by the neck that he wanted to command the men to rescue and try to reduce the damage.

In fact, he still had a sentence in his heart, but he didn't say it, "If you can't put out the fire, at least bring some pots and pans out." ”

But no one paid any attention to his words.

Because not far away, the huge "centaurs" who had just set sail after the merchant ships that had set sail in a hurry, and had scuttled a few and then ran back, had now returned to the port wharf in high spirits.

Few ordinary mortals really understand demons, so they are attacked, and most of them mistake the Iron Rider for a centaur monster just by virtue of their appearance.

However, not everyone has this misconception.

The mercenaries who make a living by licking blood from the knife edge, compared with ordinary people, because they have traveled all year round, all have good eyesight.

"I swear by my two eyes," said the "square-faced pan" who offered to ask the mercenary leader for money, and whispered to his companions, "Those monsters are definitely not centaurs." ”

"You say, can a centaur grow to the height of a two-story building, and be a giant in strings?"

Another mercenary scoffed.

This is the habit of mercenaries: whenever they are in danger, they will always use gags and derogatory ways to motivate each other. He already had a weapon in his hand, but if he didn't shake it so much, he would have looked much more brave.

"Two legs can't outrun four legs," a slanted glance at the collapse of the Iron Rider's path, and an old mercenary reminded him, "Ordinary buildings, I guess they can't slow them down." ”

"If you can beat it, you can fight it, and if you can't beat it, you ......"

"Split up and run away!"

The Iron Knights in the distance rushed towards the door of the Sal Tavern on the other side, and the people who had been listening to a few mercenaries analyzing them decently and thought they were going to fight those monsters were not shocked when they heard the last sentence.

At the same time, the people who had gathered because they saw the armed mercenaries "coaxed" and fled in all directions.

"The eternal blazing sun is above," the disappointed men cursed as they fled, and some of them cursed, "May those mercenaries who are as timid as rats never earn a single bronze deben in the city of Beit!"

Although he was labeled as a "coward", none of the mercenaries stopped himself.

They were just mercenaries, and even if they had previous experience with cavalry—reloading hook and sickle guns, using lassoles, and setting up traps in advance—they had no need to carry out such a dangerous task without anyone paying.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the reason why the monster is rushing to this side is probably because he saw the crowd gathered in one place.

As long as they were quicker than the average city-dwellers such as down-and-out sailors, dock workers, tavern maids, and more, they would most likely have escaped the catastrophe unscathed.

When the time comes, whether to find a ship and leave directly, or stay in Bait to find the mercenary leader and ask for money, you can talk about it later.

As for dealing with that group of monsters, the huge Beit City, naturally someone will come out to deal with it.

They were right, and upon hearing of the destruction of the city, Pharaoh Ezindor not only immediately contacted the Great Vishur, but also issued an order to the Obsidian Council to ask the casters above the black-robed to cooperate with the Praetorian Guards to carry out an operation to exterminate the demons.

As a result, thousands of Praetorian Guards, forming a large team of more than a dozen full formations, led by several generals, marched from the camp and rushed straight to the Lingang District through the streets of the city.

In the past, for the sake of safety, large-scale movements of the Praetorian Guard actually required to go out of the city first, and then walk around the city, and only after reaching the target location could they enter through the nearest city gate.

However, due to the iron knights wreaking havoc in the city, the army was not required to follow those complicated rules for the time being, at the behest of the Pharaoh. They pass through the broken city streets, which in turn reassures frightened city dwellers.

In addition to the Praetorian Guards, many black-robed mages follow the army, many of them Obsidian Councillors and Councillors, who will be the key to controlling and weakening the demons.

"These damned demons," said a frown at the sight of the Grand Bazaar, a noble mage with many trading stalls in the Grand Bazaar, which was almost in ruins, "as the book says, nature only knows destruction, and there is no possibility of communicating with it. ”

Carrying an iron bucket full of black ashes—the alchemical product of Kunini himself—he walked to the center of the neighborhood in Lingang District, guarded by hundreds of Praetorian Guards and several fellow black-robed mages.

First, he recited a powerful incantation that ordinary people couldn't even hear, and then threw the ashes out.

The ashes churned out of the barrel, forming a dense black cloud that came to a halt in mid-air. Long gray lines drifted in the breeze through uninhabited clearings, like a long snake winding its way along a blazing road.

Suddenly, the thinning ash rushed forward, forming a vortex that swirled toward the ground.

In several places, swirls of ash crossed other loops of ash, but they did not touch each other. Instead, these loops and spirals of gray line keep at least three yards away from each other, allowing even a person to easily walk through the middle.