Like the warriors who went deep into the dragon's lair in mythological stories,

Empress Salantos was besieged from all directions, either from the god itself or from her family, each attack attempting to kill her.

This is a brutal killing that has nothing to do with morality, pure, the jungle, and the killer himself, and he does not expect the other party to show mercy.

(Come on, Otherworldly invaders, let's make a decision.) ）

The pitch-black blade swung out a semicircle of death, cutting off all invading enemies, and Sarantos resembled a farmer with a scythe in his hand, harvesting in a rice field.

The corpses of the slain evil gods were piled up into small mountains, and their chests were puffed out, fearless, against the invisible anger from across the starry sky.

"Drink!"

The powerful horizontal slash severed the thick tentacles of the trunk, and a large sarcoma was exposed in front of her, and the disgusting thing wriggled and was densely covered with the eggs of the clan and thousands of eyeballs.

(Like age spots and scabs on human skin, this is a deformed lesion that symbolizes aging, and it appears that the enemy is dying and old, trying to survive by encroaching on the New World.) ）

"Poof!"

The blade of the "dark curtain" pierced through the sarcoma, and then cut diagonally and vertically, from which putrid and smelly pus gushed out, and the parasitic clan larvae fled frantically.

The sword pierced the nerve endings of the evil god's body, and the pain caused the huge body to tremble violently, and the spasm lasted for a few seconds, and then a howl of anger and pain was heard.

As if driven by some force, waves of monsters rushed in on the chaotic battlefield, and then crashed to death on the embankment formed by the bayonet jungle, endlessly, endlessly, as if the valve of hell had been unscrewed.

With the smoke of gunpowder and the crackling sound of gunfire, the enraged evil god leveled the position of an entire artillery company, the crushed bodies of the artillerymen accompanied by the broken barrels, these warriors fulfilled their oath and concentrated on firing shells until they died.

A battlefield logistics team narrowly escaped and drove the wagon to the main force of the friendly army:

"Your Excellency, the third squad has been wiped out, all the cannons have been destroyed, and we have come here with the remaining ammunition."

"Well done, Sergeant Richett, made the right judgment without hearing my orders, and I will report your deeds to the General Staff!"

In the midst of a desperate situation, William Einfurt did not forget to motivate his subordinates and maintain a clear attitude of reward and punishment, which was the root of the strength of the imperial army.

William drew six 12-pounder cannons from the line and 200 elite Praetorian artillerymen and deployed them on a well-viewed mound.

"There are not many artillery left, let the infantry maintain the defensive line, hit the fire and bombard the main target, adjust the elevation angle, hit its walking feet, let it lose its balance and fall, Your Majesty will have the advantage."

The artillery captain shouted: "You have all heard the general's order, load the solid shell and break its doglegs!" ”

In the heart of the island, the majestic Stonehenge had been razed to the ground, and more than half of the 600 Praetorian soldiers had been lost, and most of the rest were wounded.

After suffering from the pain, the Chaos Evil God no longer dared to underestimate the enemy, and was concentrating on fighting the fierce enemy on his back,

It continued to release a large number of clan creatures, and its huge body appeared and disappeared, its position erratic, one second it was hovering by the ruins of Stonehenge, and the next second it suddenly appeared on the side of the defensive line, trampling the bones of soldiers with its hard hooves.

This indescribably powerful creature shuttles back and forth between the three-dimensional and four-dimensional worlds, and the heavy 12-pounder cannon has no time to predict its movements, while avoiding accidental damage to allies.

Most of the shells missed, but the hits did a little bit of a difference, and the hard hooves at the end of the walking foot were pierced with several holes, exposing the internal veins and flesh.

"Take advantage of its illness and kill him!"

The soldiers around him were all entangled with the evil gods, and Andy Whitefield of Solan screamed and pounced, he picked up his old profession and fought like a gladiator,

He took off his blood-stained military uniform, shirtless, stabbed his sword in his left hand and a saber in his right hand, and slashed at the breach in his huge hoof.

A miracle happened, the tiny ant actually shook the towering tree, Andy slashed the end nerve, only to hear a terrible roar, and the huge body fell like a landslide.

"You did it! That's amazing! ”

The Count of Neulay congratulated loudly, and then, fearing that his old friend had been stoned to death, cried out anxiously;

"Andy! Where are you? Just say a word when you live! ”

After a brief silence, the legendary champion of the Blood Arena -

Andy Whitefield appeared on the injured walking foot of the Chaos God, splitting the skin and flesh with his twin blades, severing the veins and bones, and completely destroying the leg.

This is just one of the many walking feet of the evil god itself, which cannot cause fatal damage, and this move focuses on boosting morale, letting everyone know that the enemy is also flesh and blood, and that pain can be defeated.

Empress Salantos took the opportunity to slash wildly at the weakness of the enemy's back, and with the bitter and angry howl of the evil god, a cruel and merciless revenge came;

Six large and thick tentacles burst out of the evil god's body, and Salantos flickered and moved, and he was able to escape, but Andy did not have the strength and good luck of this,

The fangs and spikes on the tentacles invaded the flesh, the evil pupils looked directly into Andy's eyes, tearing him apart from the inside out, and the great hero of the Solans, Andy Whitefield, turned into a blooming blood-colored flower, so beautiful that it was like a gorgeous oil painting, and he did not take a step back until he died.

"Goodbye, gladiator."

Neulai saluted his old friend, his saber curled, and he picked up the rifle left behind by the fallen soldier, shot at the giant eyeball, and stabbed the exposed wound with his bayonet:

"Now I know it hurts, son of a bitch, taste the master's power!"

"Lord Earl, come over here, we're going to take off."

Hearing someone calling to him not far away, Neule turned his head to see that it was the surviving Air Force commander, Colonel Charlotte, who was preparing a hot air balloon with three Imperial Air Force women.

"Colonel, weren't you sent back to the ship by the medical team?"

"Our sisters in the Air Force have decided to live and die with Your Majesty."

"Hey, that's a coincidence, I thought so too."

"I just saw Marshal Andy sacrificed, and he used gladiator methods to hit the target hard."

"Yes, it's a pity, I originally wanted to drink with him."

"I've also seen that when you trim that monster's nails with a bayonet, you're missing some nail polish."

"Just tell me that you don't just talk about it, you have some useful plan, Miss Charlotte."

"If you want to help Your Majesty gain an advantage, it is more useful to attack from the air, as you can see, this hot air balloon is patched up and can be used improvised."

"That's the...... Can you still fly? ”

"Absolutely."

"Are you sure?"

"Probably, I mean it should be...... Won't fall off.

Why, Lord Count, do you dare to come up? ”

"You're a bad! Deliberately provoked me to get angry, right? Come up, come up! Lao Tzu never knew how to spell the word fear! ”

"I don't think you're literate.

Air Force sisters, everything is ready and ready to take to the skies! ”