Thank God.

After a long time in the making, the obsidian council mage's spell finally took effect, as the path marked by the black ash enveloped all the Iron Riders.

"Spell Negation: Volley!"

The demons who encountered the counter-charge of the bladed chariot just wanted to use their spell-like abilities to soar into the air, but found that their natural abilities were limited, and they fell to the ground after two flutters.

On the other hand, on the side of the Beit Praetorian Guard, with the agility of the bladed chariots, the spear-wielding chariots were able to penetrate deep into the enemy line. Despite the Iron Knight's huge stature, many of them were pierced by spears with curved blades, their armor shattered, and their flesh and blood blurred.

This wave of counter-charge temporarily restrained the offensive of the demons.

In addition to the Blade Chariot, the archers with longbows actually deal more damage. The arrows that were thrown out were like a curtain of rain, covering the abyssal heavy cavalry that was stagnant.

The infantry took advantage of the situation to rush forward, fill the gaps in the formation, and vigorously slash and stab at the enemy.

The streets of Lingang District, which were not very spacious, are now crowded.

The spear-wielding charioteer and his fellow riders watched coldly as the spears and spears became useless, and drew their swords to fight the enemy in hand-to-hand combat. In the rear, the archers continued to tighten their bowstrings and bend their bows to shoot arrows.

At this time, the big-bellied general was surrounded by the personal guards, waiting for the time to come—he was looking at the six directions, listening to all directions, looking for a weak breakthrough—and wanted to finish the battle and defeat the demon in front of him in one fell swoop.

Unleashing the "Spell Negation", the noble mage of the Obsidian Council was not idle, he used a spell to freeze the air, as if smashing the sky on the heads of a group of enemies.

At the same time, his companions were repeating the same spell as before, creating an explosion in the middle of the Iron Riders trapped on the ground, compressing the range of movement of the demons.

At this moment, a noble mage suddenly screamed and fell backwards, with a crossbow bolt stuck in his chest, and his skin turned into pus. The moment he fell, all that was left on the ground was a mass of white bones soaked in flesh and blood.

The rest of the Moon Guards all stared at their companion's corpses in amazement, and Potbelly gave the order in time, ordering them to continue the fight, "Don't stop your spell casting, interrupting spells will only leave the enemy a chance......"

After saying this, calming the group of noble spellcasters, the experienced General Medici quickly looked at the Iron Knight's team.

He knew that the bolt had been intended to be fired at him—thanks to his increased vigilance, he had changed into a burqa before going into battle, and he was dressed in the same way as the warriors around him.

And the mage, dressed in fine clothes, was instead considered to be the commander of the human army, thus becoming a "substitute for the dead".

Soon, the potbelly locked onto the target.

According to the trajectory of the crossbow arrow, he saw an iron knight demon who had been cut to the ground before, and with his strong physique, although the demon was shot into a hedgehog and his Achilles tendon was also severed, he was still not dead.

It was lying on the ground with a heavy crossbow in its hand and was loading another bolt.

The demon was about to repeat the previous action and choose another target to attack, but just as he pressed the trigger, a noble mage—apparently more than Potbelly alone found the sneak attacker—immediately countered and bounced it back onto the other.

The wounded Iron Rider watched in horror as the vicious crossbow bolt was stuck in his chest, feeling his skin peel off his body, his large, toothy mouth letting out a cry completely different from that of a human, and turning his head to look at the mage in the distance.

This was the last reaction he made before he died.

The demon's mouth was still grinning, but that was because there was no flesh to close its jaw at this point. At first, the skinless figure was still heaped there, and then the bones fell to the ground, disappearing under the trampling of the iron hooves of his companions.

Having lost another companion, the group of Abyssal Heavy Cavalry began to get a little agitated, and the Iron Riders turned into a swarm of headless flies. The Praetorian Guards of Medici became more and more courageous, and the other side was defeated......

"We're going to win!"

A young officer next to the potbelly shouted.

But then he couldn't get excited, and the demons seemed to have found a vent because of his shout, and they didn't care about the blades of the axes, but just lowered their heads and rampaged, knocking the Praetorian Guards to the sides with their men and carts, and the screams of the wounded were everywhere around.

When they landed, a large hole was torn open in the battle line, and the Iron Riders were overwhelmed.

"Hold on!" the big belly shouted to the soldiers, "can't let them rush in!"

Although the Medici general is bloated, he is not the kind of leader who only says "give it to me".

While shouting, the big belly led the escort team to face the strong enemy. He severed the Achilles tendon of a demon with his own hands, and plunged his scythe into his enemy's head as they fell.

The gap on the front is gradually narrowing...... It's finally gone. The Janissaries held their ground.

The massive Iron Rider fell, and then he turned into a foul-smelling, foaming puddle of pus—the Tanari who died on the material plane mostly vanished in this way, and then returned to the bottomless abyss to be reborn.

Looking at the demons who were fighting less and less, the pot-bellied general pursed his lips, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, "Although the demon is very strong individually, it has neither organization nor tactical adaptability......"

His idea is very representative, and it coincides with many Batzu devils who have participated in bloody battles, but in fact, at this time, the big belly really "wronged" this group of iron hoof demons.

If this group of Ironhoof Demons, the "leader" they are accustomed to obeying, a powerful half-blood demon named Pajon, can come to the battlefield to command, with the actual combat strength of the Medici Praetorian Guard, if they want to exterminate this group of demons, they will actually have to pay several times more than one more human life.

So, where did Pajon go?

"You reptiles!" Pajon screamed, the lava armor in front of his chest being torn apart by a door-sized plate axe, "I...... ...... you all Woooooooo ”

A whistling whirlwind blocked his gaping jaw, and one of the camel shamans who was confronting him immediately seized the opportunity to summon the elementals to contain the demon while it was wounded by the Polar Bearman warrior's flying tomahawk.

This is an army of xenoplanes from the island world, hired by the Scales Chamber of Commerce of the Eternal Order, and they are now at the behest of the three ogre brothers to besiege and kill the powerful demon in front of them.

"Are you ready?" The ogre man Naru couldn't hold back a little, and he never had a chance to rush over to fight, which made him feel very anxious, "Blue, have you memorized the demon capture method that Snead taught you?"