On the gentle slope, people in different costumes all stood there stupidly, some even unconsciously opening their mouths, as if they were demented. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Being able to see miracles at the forefront of the battle lines within the empire is not only a great honor for the previous life, but also means that the empire is under the protection of the Holy See of Light. But no one could have imagined that the miracle he had just witnessed did not come from the Son of God.

At this time, looking at the gentle slope, the man on the bank of the river was really not wearing the white robe of the Holy Cross of the Holy See of Light, but a short robe with gold silk on a brown background, which looked like a new aristocratic costume produced by the Farrell Garment Factory in Cope Province.

At this time, the side effects of Ceauses, the Rose Knight and his efforts to kill Basel under his serious injuries began to manifest, and he was seen to hold his long sword on the ground, slowly bend over, and finally stumble and stand unsteadily.

Wesley grabbed Ceauseus and yelled up the gentle slope, "What do you see?!I'm Wesley Berg! Whoever you come from, you don't want to see those bastards cross the river, come here for me!"

The crowd finally moved, running towards the riverbank with magic guns in hand, and a dozen or so instructors from the Sterner School of Witchcraft and Wizardry also mixed in with the crowd, with tears on their faces, but their expressions were more decisive. They rushed over the grassy slopes, which were littered with traces of the battle, and the banks of the river looked like sketchpads that had been graffitied by urchins.

Corey and Sarah are running to cut down the river crossers who have already landed and are about to go ashore into the Ava River. The two female knights were blessed by the gods and temporarily gained combat power far beyond their own level, but even so, they were still in a hurry in the face of a team of hundreds of people crossing the river.

As soon as the knights who were caught sporadically and successfully landed on the shore wrapped the cable around the berm tree next to the shore, some of the knights' army on the other side of the river dragged the cable and jumped into the river, climbing the cable and rushing towards this side at a speed far faster than crossing the river.

The waves of the Ava River splashed, and on the thick cables that blocked the river, a dense group of knights was strung together, like huge centipedes, floating on the water.

From time to time, the cable was cut by two female knights, and the end of the cable running the enemy army was lost its fixation, and it quickly slanted in the turbulent river.

It was only then that the magic guns began to sound out......

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At noon on April 22, after more than half a month of sunny days, the sky of Santan City was finally full of haze.

Outside the city, scattered knightly corpses, wild beasts and vultures roam, tearing and devouring human flesh that was about to rot. The smell of rancid air has enveloped the entire city of Santan.

The walls of the northeastern corner of the city had collapsed, and a dense stream of gunfire, shouting, and screaming mingled. A knight in silver armor rushed left and right in the crowd of people in the city, waving his long sword and flying flesh everywhere he went.

No one knew who this knight was, and no one knew what level of knight he was, and the magic gun didn't seem to be able to penetrate his golden fighting light at all, but the magic apprentices who followed closely had no intention of giving up, and still aimed the muzzle of the magic gun at him, shooting non-stop.

With a bang, the knight turned around and rushed forward, and the magic apprentice who had not had time to dodge fell in a large area, and the knight's sword was like a scythe for harvesting wheat in autumn, harvesting young life. But the retreating team still poured magic projectiles at him.

No one escaped, not because everyone regarded death as home, but because there was nowhere to escape, and powerful and cruel knights appeared outside the city from time to time, like this one in front of him, a strong man who was not afraid of magic guns, it was not the first time that he appeared. Giving up Santan City at this time is tantamount to giving up the chance to live.

Therefore, there is no way back except to kill the knight in front of him. Even if everyone had to die, at least they would die by killing the enemy, not on the way away.

The knight who rushed into the city probably didn't expect that these Middle Earth species would haunt him like a madman, and he was faintly uneasy in his heart, and he was a little puzzled why the legendary weak Middle Earth species would be so fierce and not afraid of death. No...... They are not afraid of death, but as if they are bent on death, they surround themselves, even if no one can stop him with a sword.

The corpses were scattered in the streets, the buildings along the streets were smashed from time to time, and the old stone streets, blood did not pass the dust and became muddy.

The killing gradually became tasteless, and the knight glanced at the sky and rushed in the direction of the city walls. He didn't want to linger here anymore, to be entangled with these weak and crazy Middle-earth people.

Suddenly, a projectile hit the long sword, and the knight's wrist shook slightly, this was the first time he felt the power of these magic guns. Unconsciously, his fighting spirit had become weaker because he had been constantly resisting these projectiles.

I had to get out of this place quickly, he thought, and after a round of assault, he threw down two dozen corpses, jumped onto the roof of a small building, and ran along the ridge towards the collapsed wall.

Those magic apprentices had been left behind by him, and with their physique, which was not much different from ordinary people, they couldn't catch up at all.

The knight relaxed slightly, and the light of the fighting spirit on his body gradually faded. He wanted to seize this rare respite to regain some strength.

However, it backfired, and on the streets on both sides, many people suddenly rushed out, each with a magic gun in their hand, tongues of fire burst out from the muzzles of the dense black holes, and magic projectiles sprayed towards the knight with a much denser momentum than before.

A very real sense of danger suddenly crept into the knight's heart, and he plucked up his fighting spirit, lowered his body, and his feet became faster and faster.

He could have rushed down the street and killed the crowd, but from the experience of that moment just now, he also knew that it would not buy him much time, let alone scare off these madmen who were bent on death with blood and corpses.

What are these powerless Middle-earth Seeds thinking? What is it that makes them so crazy?

The knight stepped a few steps onto the stone beam at the end of the building, and was just about to rise to his feet when the stone beam was interrupted by a volley of magic guns. He jumped into the air, turned over and landed, exerted force under his feet, and jumped towards the city wall that was already close at hand, but just jumped up in mid-air, he saw countless gun barrels coming out of the city wall.

Then, he couldn't lift his breath, and suddenly there was a pain in his chest, and his body fell like an eagle that had suddenly been hit by an arrow, and fell on the dusty bluestone street.

Dense magic projectiles followed, and the knight held his hands on the ground, but in the end he was still unable to stand up.

He opened his eyes, and the cloudy sky suddenly turned a blood-red patch, and then suddenly darkened, turning into pitch black, full of puzzlement and unwillingness pitch black.