The battle has lasted for more than three hours, on the city wall, the gunner commander silently controls the magic cannon in his hand, and the gunners under him have not heard him speak for nearly half an hour, and on the entire city wall, except for the cannon fire and the mage's whispering, there is no other sound, and the gunners are operating the weapons in their hands in an almost numb state.

In fact, the gunner's commander also wanted to shout a few more words to boost morale, but his throat, which had been damaged for half a month, finally had the idea of striking, and if he continued to roar, he was afraid that his throat would be strong before the battle was over, and as a commander, he couldn't let this happen. Moreover, he was also responsible for delivering St. John's instructions to his men, and for various reasons he had to keep the number of times he spoke. However, to his relief, his gunners, although their movements have become numb, their hit rate and lethality have not decreased, and under the catalysis of faith, the gunners are silent but have high fighting spirit.

"Now it's up to the 'Empire' reptiles to prepare. And their wyvern troops, how long are they going to hide? With uneasiness, the gunner commander took a deep breath and adjusted the crosshairs of the magic cannon, and a red flame magic bullet shot out.

In the sky above St. John's position, several "Imperial" gunners were concentrating on shooting at the ground, and when they sensed a powerful magical energy approaching, the magic cannon fired by the Vatican gunner commander was only a stone's throw away from them, and the gunners panicked and scurried in the air, and several gunners crashed into a ball, and even the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.

Just when the "Imperial" gunners thought they were about to die, the magic bullet fired by the Vatican gunner commander grazed the heads of the "Imperial" gunners and fell to the ground like a meteor.

The magic bullet did not hit themselves, and the "Empire" gunners breathed a sigh of relief, and while laughing at the accuracy of the cannon shooter, they quickly flew to the ground to pick up their dropped weapons, but the situation on the ground was much more complicated than in the air, the Vatican and the "Empire" army were scuffled, dragon breath, magic bullets, and thrown spears flew everywhere. Although the "Imperial" gunners only briefly descended to the ground, picked up their weapons and left, there were still several gunners who stayed forever, and many of them were unlucky enough to be killed by their own people. As for the magic cannon that grazed the head of the "Imperial" gunner, it was naturally not the gunner's commander's accuracy, but he was not aiming at the "Imperial" gunner from the beginning.

The crimson magic bullet fell to the ground and exploded immediately, and several charging "Imperial" soldiers were blown away into nowhere. After the explosion, the magic bullet also left a pool of fire on the ground with a radius of almost two meters, and the flames in the pool rose more than two meters high, and the blazing temperature forced a dozen or so soldiers who were about to rush up to the "Empire" and had to choose a detour.

The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, and the "Imperial" soldiers spent a few more seconds on the detour, making them miss the best opportunity.

Under the backdrop of the firelight, dyed with a pool of bright red golden spears and armor, it looked even more brilliant, dozens of "Empire" soldiers and squad leaders, besieging the city, each holding their own weapons, as if ready to move, but none of them dared to take the lead and rush forward. The corpses of their compatriots, lying at their feet, seemed to see their future.

"Come on! How? Wasn't it still fierce just now? It's only been a while? Aren't you dragons? What about the pride of your mouth? Is it just for me to be crushed by a human being? In the center of the circle besieging the city by the soldiers of the "Empire", the focus of the eyes of the "Empire" soldiers, St. John, dressed in golden armor, laughed and said. His hair was even more messy than before the war, his hairstyle was completely ruined, it was like a ball of golden retrievers casually covering his head, his cheeks were covered with dust, and there were several wounds that were rapidly healing in the faint golden light, although he looked a little embarrassed, but St. John's eyes were still as bright as the armor on his body and the spear in his hand.

St. John stood still, not a single "Imperial" soldier or squad leader dared to rush forward, they were willing to surround it as a live target for artillery fire on the Vatican walls, and did not dare to rush forward.

After waiting for more than a minute, St. John put his hand into his armor and took out something that looked like a small box, and his action seemed to frighten the "Empire" soldiers who surrounded him, and all the "Empire" soldiers, including several squad leaders, took a step back at the same time with great tacit understanding.

"Hahaha!" St. John laughed three times, "Scared? You don't think I'm pulling out some artifact, do you? ”

Hearing the word "artifact", the soldiers of the "Empire" became even more nervous, and one of the squad leaders yelled at St. John: "Human! I'm warning you! Put down what you have in your hands, or we're welcome! ”

Ironically, the squad leader said that he was not polite, but when St. John opened the box in his hand, not only did not a single "Imperial" soldier dare to step forward to stop him, most of them couldn't help but take a small step back, and spread their wings, maintaining a backward posture, looking ready to escape at any time. However, the next moment, shame replaced the nervousness in the hearts of the soldiers of the "Empire".

The box was opened under the gaze of the "Empire" soldiers, of course, it couldn't be any artifact, if there were so many artifacts in his hands, would St. John still be able to make the "Empire" army rampant for half a month? What he took out of it was the half cigar he had left over from lunch, a precious half of the cigar that St. John had intended to enjoy slowly, but for some reason he suddenly wanted to smoke it, not because he was addicted to cigarettes, but the thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and the feeling, if he had to say it, was as if God had given him a revelation to smoke the remaining half of the cigar now.

Lighting a cigar with a small cluster of flames on the ground, St. John smoked leisurely, and the mellow and slightly choked smoke rose slowly, as if a small piece of pleasant heaven and earth were separated from this battlefield full of blood and flames.

"You guys, are you still fighting? If you don't fight, get out of here! Or do you want to take a bite too? Sorry, this is the last thing I have in stock! If you want, go get it with your quartermaster! St. John teased aloud, smoking his favorite cigar, and he felt a little more energetic, and his physical fatigue was much less.

After a brief moment of surprise and shame, the corners of the "Empire's" soldiers' mouths twitched, revealing their fangs trembling inside, and the anger in their hearts burned.

Disgrace! This is the greatest shame in the history of the "Imperial" army! Their dignified "Empire" regular army actually made a human being, with half a cigar, scared into this virtue! This shame must be cleansed, with the blood of those who brought them this shame!

"Kill! For the glory of the 'Empire'! For the pride of the dragons! One of the "Empire" squad leaders finally couldn't bear it anymore and took the lead in rushing towards St. John, the dragons are arrogant, they value the glory they carry very much, if they can continue to endure this, then they will really become those reptiles that can be seen everywhere on the ground!

"Oh? Willing to do it? But it's just you, it's not enough to see! St. Joshua turned around, dodged the blade in the hand of the "Empire" team leader, and slapped a backhand shot on the back of the "Empire" team leader, knocking the "Empire" team leader to the ground, and the half cigar was still firmly in St. John's mouth.

"Just him? Is there anyone else who dares to come up? Or are the rest of you, except for him, cowards? St. John spat out a beautiful smoke ring and said casually.

"Human! Don't be too arrogant! I don't believe that you alone can beat us so much! Give it all to me! Take his head! Another "Empire" squad leader rushed up, unlike the previous one, this time, he was no longer alone, and with him, all the "Empire" soldiers and squad leaders around him.

"Well done! One by one, I'm still too troublesome! The twin spears in St. John's hands disappeared, and a golden magic array lit up at his feet, and the battle between him and the "Imperial" army was about to break out, but at this moment, something that neither side expected happened.

"Boom!" A massive black shadow descended from the sky, crushing a large area of the "Imperial" army besieging St. John below.

The magic circle at St. John's feet disappeared, and he, like the "Empire" soldiers, was stunned, and both looked at each other, as if to say, "I didn't do it." ”

Just as St. John and the "Imperial" soldiers were about to step forward to check, another small black shadow fell and smashed on the previous black shadow, which let out a terrible scream and slowly lost its sound.

"It's ...... What's the situation? After being stunned for a few seconds, St. John came back to his senses, and after a closer look, he found that the two black shadows that fell were actually a flying dragon wearing the armor of the "Empire" and a flying dragon knight of the "Empire".

Unexpected surprises followed, and the "Empire" soldiers present had just come back to their senses, and at this moment, they were stunned again, what about air supremacy? What about the aerial illusion? Could this be the so-called support of the Wyvern Knights? But if you want to smash it, at least on the people of the Holy See! What's the matter with smashing on your own compatriots?

It was not only the "Empire" soldiers who were stunned, but also St. John, who stared at the Wyvern Knight who was smashed on the ground for a long time, scratched his head, and spit out: "I said why haven't I seen your Wyvern Knight today, it seems that there is a situation in the sky, don't you need to go to support?" ”

"Support a hammer! It's not your turn to worry about our affairs, you better think more about your own situation! One of the "Empire" squad leaders closest to the Wyvern Knight said very unhappily, it was not St. John who made him unhappy, but the fallen Wyvern Knight, because of the close distance, he noticed that the Wyvern Knight was not wearing a special navigation device on his head, which was the reason why he was really annoyed.

As a squad leader, he knows a little bit about the situation in the sky, and he knows very well what it means to not have a navigator.

"This idiot! Seeking death by ourselves will also affect our brothers on earth! What do the Wyvern Knights do you eat! The team leader scolded angrily in his heart, and kicked the Wyvern Knight on the ground, he had already subconsciously thought that this Wyvern Knight would fall, due to not wearing a navigator, and had a "car accident" with other Wyvern Knight in the air.

The soldiers of the "Empire" naturally did not understand why their squad leader was so unhappy, and the commander of the gunners on the walls of the Vatican was as confused as the soldiers of the "Empire", "Lord St. John, what is the situation?" How do I seem to see a flying dragon falling? ”

"I don't know exactly, but I guess it's our friends who arrived and had fun in the sky! We can deal with the crawlers on the ground with confidence! St. John happily replied that he did not understand the layout of the "Empire" in the sky, and in his opinion, there was only one possibility that something was going wrong in the sky, and that was that Siegfried had rushed back with the support of the Black Rose family.

A boulder in the heart of the Gunner Commander finally landed, the Wyvern Knight, who had always been a great threat, and now according to St. John's words, this great threat no longer existed.

"There is a new message from Lord St. John! The reptiles that fly over our heads all day! It won't threaten us anymore today! The gunner-commander was in a good mood, the discomfort in his throat seemed to disappear, and he couldn't help but shout.

The disappearance of the threat of the flying dragon was undoubtedly the first good news heard by the Vatican gunners since the start of the war, but the rare good news did not bring cheers, and the gunners chose to celebrate in another way, hiding their laughter in their hearts, following the roar of the guns in their hands, and unleashing them together, and the fierce artillery fire actually forced the "Imperial" gunners above St. John's position to retreat outside the position.

The "Imperial" magician units on the periphery of the position, having to abandon a large magic that had just been prepared, retreated several hundred meters under the cover of shield guards to avoid the fire of the Vatican gunners. The magicians of the Vatican took advantage of this opportunity to get a little respite, and they were exhausted by resisting several large magics in a row, and many magicians were on the verge of collapse.

"Your ranged troops seem to be dying!" With a sweep of the spear in St. John's hand, he knocked down a group of "Empire" soldiers, as well as the "Empire" squad leader who was angry with the fallen Wyvern Knight, "I think, you better not waste your troops in vain, retreat!" ”

"Just human! Don't be too arrogant! The squad leader leapt from the ground, spread his wings and pounced on St. John, a sharp sword in his hand, which was pointed straight at St. John's eyebrows.