Countless rays of light shone wildly, and the steel wall made of steam armored vehicles was cut apart in the blink of an eye.

The most important thing is that with the suppression of the firepower on this side, the undead cannon fodder in front has completely broken through the defense and has been pouring over like a tide.

They climbed on each other, they trampled on each other, directly climbed over the iron wall nearly ten meters high, and rushed into the sea of people behind.

The white-knuckle battle began at this moment, but only for the dwarves.

Because the bombardment of the undead in the distance has not stopped, even if the sea of the undead has already pounced in front of them, and it is the same as starting a hand-to-hand encounter with them.

The endless light continued, killing the dwarves and attacking their companions at will.

The undead are never creatures that care about friendship with their kind.

Not to mention these undead who rushed up, they have never been recognized as companions by them at all.

In the ragtag army, only those undead who have turned on their senses are qualified to be called real soldiers, and they are also eligible for various treatments.

For example, to obtain the life-saving ability of a ring of soul splitting, and for example, to enjoy the military merit system, and at the same time to obtain your own white bone firearms.

As for those guys who don't even have a sense of consciousness, but only know how to rush forward without brains?

They can be cannon fodder, they can be miscellaneous fish, they can be military feats, but they will not be their own people, unless he can awaken his own wisdom.

Under the overwhelming rain of rays, the dwarven defenses were quickly crushed, and the steam tanks that were acting as turrets were finally unsecured and roared towards this direction.

The rich steam propelled the tank on a rampage, and anyone who was hit by its spiky wheels or the spinning blades in front of it was shattered in an instant.

With the entry of this killing machine, the charge of the Sea of the Undead immediately gained pressure.

But they also gave rise to the forces of a truly motley army.

Countless tall undead rushed from a distance, completely ignoring whether they were of the same kind in front of them, and swept all kinds of weapons in their hands, smashing these undead cannon fodder into the sky along with the dwarven soldiers.

And above their shoulders or backs, there are small undead working together, pulling the trigger or carrying heavy bone guns, blasting at the tank clusters.

There are constantly burly undead who are hit by the tank's burst artillery and are blown to pieces on the spot.

There are also tanks that are pierced by pitch-black rays, stopping in place with black smoke or exploding on the spot.

Eventually, with a roar, the two collided violently in one place.

The blade spinning at great speed is like a chainsaw, frantically slicing through everything that stands in its way.

The tall undead used their abilities to stop the tank's charge.

One side wins in the flexibility of hands and feet, the other side wins in the heavy and durable, with the two sides fighting together, this battle has completely entered the white heat.

And just when the two sides were inseparable, a whistling sound suddenly sounded in the sky.

The general, who was holding a steam gun and firing frantically, directly tearing a giant bone beast to pieces, frowned and looked at the sky when he heard the sound, and then his face changed on the spot.

That's the flying undead! An overwhelming number of flying undead!

The smaller ones have special woven bags strapped to their bodies and constantly throw objects downwards as they fly over enemies.

The items they threw were bone bombs transformed from the R&D department, which could store a certain amount of death gas.

In the event of a violent collision, this thing will explode in an instant, and the death gas inside will also turn into small rays and sweep in all directions.

And mixed with the countless small flying undead, there are also some large flying undead who can carry people.

They're either dead vultures, bird bones, or even some wurm or even dragon bones!

On the bodies of these large flying undead, some of the relatively small undead had already tied themselves up, either desperately throwing things downward, or simply grabbing heavy bone guns and shooting indiscriminately at the sea of people below.

Looking at the air troops roaring in the sky, a black sea of fire must have been set off everywhere they passed, and the old dwarven general only felt a buzz in his head.

Aerial bombardment! Isn't that what they're going to use against the undead! Why did the other party show it!

And why are these undead so different from the legendary ones! They're not like those regular undead who rely on crowd tactics to crush everything! Look at this posture is similar to them! It's more like a regular scientific and technological combat force!

Air troops! Heavy Assault Troops! Suppress troops from a distance! And a bunch of cannon fodder corps to attract fire!

This group of undead tactical troops match! Even better than their vanguard troops!

After all, the troops led by the old dwarven generals are only a vanguard army, although they are well-equipped and experienced in combat, they are a solid iron army.

It's just that their number is only about 100,000.

Now facing the endless sea of undead in the sky, as well as the alternative technological force that is not much worse than its own armament, this elite army began to rout after supporting it for a while.

Just as their line was about to be completely pierced, a deafening roar suddenly sounded from the sky.

Then I saw the dark clouds in the sky bloom! Countless behemoths have come out of it!

That's an airship! Hundreds of steam airships hundreds of meters long!

The airships hadn't even gotten closer, and the dazzling light was already pouring out from beneath them.

Then I saw countless metal cannonballs more than a meter long whizzing in, falling directly into the army of the undead.

In the next moment, monstrous fires surged one after another, and dense explosions resounded through the sky.

The army of the undead, who had no end in sight just now, was actually cut off from it at this moment.

Along with the airships, there are countless small airships several meters long, which usually carry only two or three people, one person is responsible for piloting, and the other is responsible for controlling the steam gun attack.

Looking at the small airship flying in the black press, the flying undead troops who were aiming at the enemy below were bombarded without any fear, and turned around and rushed towards the enemy on the spot.

At this moment, when you look at this side from a distance, you will find that these two air forces are like two black clouds, and the ammunition they shoot crosses each other, as if they are flashing thunder in the clouds!

A dead vulture flashed its wings and brushed past an airship, and the undead riding on it clutched a heavy bone repeater gun, aiming it at the airship in a burst of strafing.

In the blink of an eye, a row of fist-sized gaps appeared on the side of the airship, causing the airship to emit a large amount of smoke and begin to crumble.

It's just that the airship was not idle when it passed by, and a dwarven soldier sitting inside the airship immediately aimed at the vulture and pulled the trigger sharply.

The next moment, the muzzle of the gun erupted with fire, and a metal cannonball shot out of it at an extremely fast speed, and completely disintegrated in mid-air, turning into dozens of iron balls the size of glass balls!

In the face of such a dense bombardment, the Death Vulture, no matter how skilled it is, will not be able to dodge.

It only had time to scream when it was hit in an instant, and the steel balls that hit it exploded, turning into one ball of fire after another.

A dead vulture whose wings had been blown off the spot completely lost its balance, and as it tumbled out, it crashed into another airship, directly breaking its directional control device.

In an instant, the airship and the vulture of death whirled and fell from the sky, and the airship turned into a ball of flames the moment it landed, and the dwarf soldier who parachuted from it had just opened the parachute bag when he was hit by the dense black rays, and was broken into several pieces on the spot.

As for the Death Vulture and the shooter on it, they are the strengthened undead after all, and although they are only the weakest of them, they are not killed by falling.

The two who were missing arms and legs rolled to the ground, and before they could struggle to get up, they suddenly felt that the sky was dark.

In the next second, a huge metal monster fell heavily from the sky, trampling the two of them into the ground on the spot.

With the steam gushing everywhere, the sound of grinding against the harsh metal sounded, and the huge metal monster that fell from the sky slowly raised its head, and two red lights lit up from the rich white steam.

Steam Mech! Initiate!