Before the alchemist could wake up, a roar came from inside the pit that had been reduced to ruins, shaking the eardrums.

The sound pierced through the cracks of the shattered rocks, enveloping the dust flying in the sky, forming waves in circles and circles.

Like soldiers hearing the order to charge, the beasts increased their slow speed and began to charge towards the other side of the wall.

What's even worse is that these giant beasts grabbed the huge gravel on the ground and threw it towards the city of Lyta "lightly".

Every throw of the giant always kills countless ants.

At this time, the Tariq legionnaires were like a group of panicked ants, looking up slightly, and they could see hundreds of boulders with a diameter of four or five meters, or even more than ten or twenty meters in diameter.

The shadow of the boulder enveloped them in an instant, putting a great deal of pressure on them.

"Get out of the way!"

"Shieldman!"

"Don't mess around!"

Some of the poorly trained soldiers chose to dodge in a panic, while others chose to step forward with shields.

The mid-level officers kept gathering soldiers to try to confront the meteorite, and the shieldholders wearing heavy armor and holding heavy shields also needed to be careful of the stones in the sky while resisting the zombie beasts.

A team is besieged by several zombie beasts, when a boulder with a diameter of five meters falls from the sky.

"Defense!"

The ten-captain raised his sword and pointed at the boulder, which was already close at hand, and exclaimed loudly and emotionally.

The three shield-bearers in the team turned their heads to see the boulder, gritted their teeth and pressed forward, and before they could step forward to raise their shields, the three of them were smashed by the boulder and flew upside down dozens of meters, blood spilling from the gaps in their helmets, but they managed to hit the boulder.

They fell to the ground, and after a while, they recovered and tried to get up, but in the end, due to the exhaustion of both physical strength and magic power, they collapsed on the ground again, allowing their companions to pass by them, and let the passing zombie beasts kick them.

There are not a few such scenes, and the boulders thrown by the Giant Beast Gate are like a large-scale spell attack by the magicians, indiscriminately attacking this battlefield, giving the defenders and their heavy blows.

Tariq was dumbfounded, he was a real man who could not see his men being slaughtered without resistance.

Even if the soldiers killed monsters many times larger than himself, he still couldn't be calmed.

The magic in his body exploded like a raging surge, and Tariq's body was covered with a layer of fierce golden light, and he rushed forward with a war hammer in his hand.

At some point, human generals will also charge, which can boost morale and save the defeat.

Bursting out with all his strength, Tariq exuded a terrifying aura of an extraordinary top powerhouse, and the huge warhammer in his hand was haunted by magical power, and the attack he swung out was not a solid impact, but a long-range shockwave after a long range.

A distorting blast of air flew out of the hammer, causing a supersonic fighter-like roar and tearing effect, striking a stitched monster nearly ten meters tall.

The tremendous force attached to the attack directly knocked the zombie beast into a bloody foam, the effect was like that of an animal hit head-on by a tank shell.

The soldiers nearby were soaked in black and smelly blood, and instead of being annoyed, they let out excited cheers, and the movements in their hands became more and more aggressive!

Like a god of war, Tarik rushed into the battlefield in just one minute, wielding a war hammer to kill dozens of monsters with a physique of at least five meters or more.

After seeing his invincible posture, the surrounding soldiers also regained their fighting spirit, and cooperated with the war weapons in the rear to cut off the heads of the monsters who tried to attack the castle of Lyrta City!

The battlefield was full of smoke and dust, shouting to kill the sky, but there was a dead silence in the city of Lyta.

In the banquet hall of the tower, many nobles cowered like rats, and their heads shrank slightly every time a boulder flew a kilometer away and smashed against the shield of the castle.

They rolled their eyes and looked overhead with their beating hearts, for fear that the shield would suddenly disappear and the huge stones would fall down like that, smashing them into patties!

Compared with these nobles who are greedy for life and afraid of death, ordinary people in the city who do not have any information channels in the first place are even more at a loss.

They could hear movement outside, and they could stand on the roof and see huge monsters slowly approaching in the distance.

Wandering inwardly, after the initial hysteria, now they are numb. Their voices were hoarse, their bodies couldn't lift their strength, and the boulder that smashed on the shield was like a tool to remind them of their heartbeat.

Tariq, who was killing all sides on the battlefield, waited left and right, but still didn't wait for the signal, no matter how fast the killing speed was, it couldn't match the huge number of enemy troops.

What's more, those giant beasts pacing in, it is extremely difficult for him to solve all of them.

Whenever it was critical, Tariq always had to admit that those mages who usually thought highly of themselves could indeed solve the problem.

A green flag suddenly rose on the wall of the city of Lyta, and when he saw this flag, Tariq finally breathed a sigh of relief, cleaned up the surrounding monsters, and prepared to return to the wall.

The appearance of the green banner represents that the alchemy master has been awakened.

Drip!

Tick!

Suddenly, a drizzle fell from the sky, and the drizzle covered the entire battlefield.

"Huh? It's ......"

Tariq turned around and didn't take a few steps towards the city of Lyta, his body stopped in place, the lines of his face pulled together from the weather, and he looked up at the sky.

In addition to the boulders flying in the sky and the monsters that were still being thrown in the distance, there was also a pure white goshawk circling in the sky.

The goshawk hovered and flew between the green mist, and the sudden drizzle fell from the light green mist.

A drizzle of pure life energy sprinkled on the battlefield, and all the soldiers who were marked as targets received the blessing from Xiang En.

The tired body is slightly relieved, the depleted mana is slowly replenishing, and the purulent wound is recovering.

The "exhaustion" of the knocked down soldiers was wiped out by the rain, and one by one they got up from the ground, raised their heads, and stared at the white birds hovering in the sky.

The pure white that appears on the cruel battlefield is like an unbeliever who sees the real gods, shocked by the heavens, and even can't suppress all kinds of sadness and worship in his heart.

There are no gods in the Austin Empire, because there has never been a concept of gods in this world, and people themselves can do miracles that change the heavens and the earth, and they will only worship the strong, or the stars from the void.

The sun that shines on the earth is regarded by them as faith.

But today, the soldiers of the Tariq Legion have gained a new faith, not of a single person, but of sudden redemption in the face of adversity.

The pure white goshawk hovering in the sky left an imprint on the heart of every soldier.

After a moment of silence, the noise of the battlefield once again filled everyone's eardrums.

Soldiers who have regained their morale continue to kill and continue to receive spell buffs.

In the manor dozens of kilometers away from the battlefield, Xiang En's face was slightly pale, and he sat on the ground with two working magic eye totems inserted by his side.

The gold-level spell that covered the entire battlefield drained all the magic power on his body in an instant, and the strong sense of deficit was like a dozen times a night, and the thief was uncomfortable!

However, the effect was very gratifying, and the Tariq legion, which had been tortured to death by boulders and airborne troops, regained some vitality.

When he recovers a bit, he will be able to figure out how effective the support spells are in the Legion Battle.

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