When the small building collapsed in the artillery fire, the battlefield was full of tension and noise, and no one noticed this inconspicuous building located on the edge of the city wall.

In fact, the reason why it was hit by the magic cannon was also entirely due to its proximity to Delong's West Gate.

The dark mage on the fortress of war also did not notice the entrance on the roof, but just carried out a covering xingshè blow to the entire place, as is customary.

The defenders of the city were busy dodging the artillery fire that fell from abrupt beginnings, and they did not pay attention to the collapse of the small building. I didn't even know that there was an entry on the roof of this small building.

The operations of the Ghost Group have always been top secret, and none of the Papal Legions, with the exception of Cardinal Sandos, are qualified to intervene in this matter.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the Holy See was too tight, Lord Luo would not even be willing to send them into battle.

Just like the brave men of the United States Marine Corps who killed President Kennedy back then, for these ghosts, when the enemy emperor was walking on the palace grass or holding a grand parade, they could take a sniper rifle and blast his head off from 800 meters away.

In this cold way, let those who are against the lord understand the consequences of offending the lord. At the same time, it also deters the lord from those potential enemies.

Instead of throwing these precious talents into the flesh and blood mill of the battlefield.

As the hardcore younger brother of Pope Neodos and Lord Lorraine, Cardinal Sandos also attaches great importance to these two entrants full of mystery and intimidation.

They can come with grenades and ascetics to reinforce Delon, and their ability will never be low.

Therefore, he honestly carried out Lord Lorraine's order: leave them alone.

For this reason, the cardinal also specially instructed his officers and soldiers not to disturb the two members of the ghost group, as long as they provided the one qiē they needed.

In retrospect, Sandos suddenly realized why when he saw these two entrances, he felt that these two entrances were full of murderous aura—when they saw them, they did not hide the murderous intent in their eyes.

Out of professional habits, the first thing the two puppies thought of when they saw that they could kill each other as much as possible.

In the face of those two entrants, Sandos can even feel a kind of danger that belongs to biological instinct, as if in the next second, they will jump up and slash your neck.

This made Cardinal Sandos shudder, not only the Cardinal, but also the officers and soldiers of the Baier Legion, in the face of these two monsters, it was best to stay away from them.

Half of the collapsed building buried two in the thick rubble, and the soldiers of the Holy See were busy hiding from the lich and the dark mage, so they didn't even take a second look.

The masonry and rubble were piled up into a small mound, standing silently in place, as if it were a huge tomb, burying the two completely.

The war fortress of the undead roared towards the city, and huge shadows swept over the grave.

The fighting and the noise faded away, and it seemed that the place had been completely forgotten by the feed.

After a while, a small piece of gravel slipped from the hillock, then tumbled all the way down the road not far away.

Immediately after, I heard a 'whoosh' sound.

A large, dusty hand burst out of the rubble. From afar, the lonely hand sticking out of the ground seemed to come out of hell.

In the next second, a head suddenly emerged from the rubble.

He pushed the tiles off his shoulders hard, then sat up from the rubble with a 'hula', shaking off the rubble from his body.

At this moment, his hair was covered with dust, and his face and body were the same, completely turned into a dirt in.

Through the dusty, almost marble-like face, it was vaguely clear that this was the sniper.

He sat in the middle of the rubble, gasping for air, his rifle still clutched in his arms like a baby.

Shè touched the dust stuck to his face with his hand, and glanced around blankly, as if he couldn't figure out why he was in this place.

After a few more seconds, his body shook violently, as if he remembered something, and then he rolled over and knelt on the ground, desperately brushing away the rubble with both hands, and soon found the observer's colorful camouflage suit.

Shè grabbed his clothes with both hands and pulled the observer out of the rubble.

"It's okay, this guy can't see any obvious superficial injuries," Shè hand examined slightly, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He slapped the observer twice in the face, and said hurriedly: "You kid, wake me up~!"

The observer groaned, then opened his eyes, and he was simply stunned.

The sober observer spat out a mouthful of dirt, all splashed on Shè's face.

Then the observer pushed shè away, lay on the ground and pinched his neck and coughed vigorously, his mouth was full of dust, and even the phlegm that came out was black.

It wasn't until he had almost spat out the dirt in his mouth that the observer sat down at the base of the wall, took a long breath, and smirked at his still nimble hands.

At that time, if I had slowed down by half a second, I might have only a skeleton left.

The dark spell just now can even corrode half of the wall.

Shè's hand also exhaled, and his arm trembled slightly from being too excited just now.

He shuddered and took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tore open the seal in three or two times, pulled out one, held it to his mouth, and flicked off the lighter with his other hand, lit it to his mouth, took a deep breath, and stuffed it into the observer's mouth.

The observer smiled slightly with a cigarette in his mouth, then coughed violently twice, and said in a hoarse voice, "Have you lost him?"

Shè also lit a cigarette with his hand, frowned and thought for a moment, then spread his hands and said helplessly: "I don't know, the gunfire is blocked." However, it should have hit the ......"

The observer flattened his mouth, smiled bitterly, and said, "I hope we catch a big fish." ”

Shè patted him on the shoulder and stood up, picked up his rifle from the side, and said affirmatively: "It should be, that kid De Rossi counts his fate, so he will hand him over to the below." ”

Then he scolded hatefully and said, "Damn, my gun can't be used." ”

The scope of the rifle was shattered, and the butt was split from the root, which was hit against the wall while rolling down the stairs.

Shè pulled the bolt of the gun and glanced inside the receiver, which was covered with fine dust.

At this time, there was a piercing scream outside, and the ugly sound pierced the ears and hurt, and the two of them couldn't help but cover their ears.

Countless black shadows swooped down from the fortress of war suspended above the city, towards where they were.

Dark mages and lichs are about to seize the gates.

The observer jumped up from the ground, pulled out his revolver, and said, "You can't stay here, go get our white spoon and spare weapons." ”

The two of them jumped out of the ruins, avoiding the sight of the dark mage who was landing, and pressed against the corners of the houses in the street to feel inside the city.

Above them, dark mages and lichs flew by whizzing, throwing all kinds of spells at the ground with impunity, and after suppressing the Papal soldiers on the ground, they could calmly open the city gates.

The two ghosts who were rushing wildly suddenly heard a whistling sound overhead, and the two of them did not hesitate at all, and pounced left and right respectively.

Shè smashed his hand through the window and jumped into the house, and the observer threw himself on the crutches of the house and immediately hid against the wall.

Then, with a pistol in one hand, he looked around the corner with a pistol.

A dark mage was levitating at a height of seven or eight meters from the ground, carrying a magic staff in his hand, looking at the ground with a cruel smile, and shouting: "Hey, I caught two live, lowly ones, you can't run." ”

"It's a door-to-door deal, business is getting better and better," the observer snorted, he didn't mind adding an extra black sè peaked hat to his record.

Besides, the dark mage is in the air, and they can't run if they want to, only a thousand can kill him.

The observer flashed out of the crutch of the house, half hidden behind the corner, and raised his revolver on one knee.

The dark mage was surprised by this move to send it to the door, and saw that this guy didn't even have a weapon, so he held a long silver tube in his hand, and dared to take the initiative to appear in front of him, which was purely looking for death.

"Stupid entry. The dark mage smiled contemptuously, this month he had seen too many soldiers or civilians in despair, and he took the initiative to rush towards him flying in the air with his bare hands, this kind of action was stupid and ridiculous, just wait for death, and have to struggle.

The dark mage waved his staff and said contemptuously, "Since you want to die, I will fulfill you." ”

The observer on the ground had a regretful expression on his face, sighed and pursed his lips, and said to himself: "There is no sense of accomplishment at all." ”

The observer held the gun firmly in both hands, calmly aimed at the dark mage's head, and pulled the trigger. The hammer strikes on the burst crystal at the bottom of the cartridge case.

"Why isn't this class afraid?" the dark mage was surprised in his heart, just as he was accumulating mana and preparing to use a corrosion spell to turn this class into a puddle of pus, the top of the iron pipe in the hand of the class on the ground flashed red, and then the dark mage didn't know anything.

A loud gunshot rang out.

"It's like duck hunting. The observer muttered as the dark mage's corpse fell headlong into the ground from the air, then quickly removed the hammer and waved at the shè hand hiding in the room, saying, "Hurry up." ”

With such a loud gunshot, it is impossible for the enemy to not hear it.

Sure enough, several dark mages flew over following the sound, and soon found the two types of people running wildly on the ground, and they threw their spells on the two of them with a flick of their hands.

The observer reflexively raised his hand, threw his arm back with the instinct he had trained a thousand times, and fired a shot at the shadow that was chasing closely behind.

The dark mage who was flying at the front fell from the sky in response, and several of his accomplices around him instantly hid away with a hula.

The observer fired several random shots at them, until they ran out of bullets, preventing them from approaching, and then ran wild as they reloaded.

Several dark mages looked at the two running wildly on the ground, and they looked down at the two companions who were twisted and lying on the ground, and they didn't understand what was going on.

Why did the guy on the ground have a flash of yellow light in his hand, and the dark mage in front of him is dead?

However, they also understood that the two on the ground had strange weapons in their hands, which were much more powerful than bows and crossbows, and could penetrate their white spoon mana shield and kill them.

This discovery made them look at each other, the dignified and noble dark mage was actually killed by two ordinary classifiers?

This...... This is not scientific~!

Everyone knows that mages have an overwhelming advantage in the face of ordinary entry, and they have hundreds of ways to torture these ordinary entry.

This is also the reason why mages are in high status, because they have high-end military power in their hands.

But what is in front of me is the fact that the two dark mages who have experienced a hundred battles before and after were killed by ordinary people on the ground.

These dark mages watched the two classes run away and didn't dare to catch up, they didn't want to be the third.

"A bunch of rubbish~!" the hoarse voice of the lich sounded behind the dark mage, and he glared fiercely at the dark mage, and rushed towards the two members of the ghost group like a vulture.

"And those who are not afraid of death~!" The observer sneered, shook his hand and aimed at the target that was rapidly approaching in the air and fired a shot, and it could be judged from the feeling that he should have hit, but the black shadow in the air just shook and pounced even more violently.

"Hell," the observer suddenly remembered another dark creature - the lich~!

It was difficult for the guns to work on them, and seeing that he was already behind him, he had to shout helplessly: "Run separately." ”

Shè nodded, and plunged into the side alley with his gun in hand, and the observer fired several shots at the empty lich, drawing his hatred.

The lich stared at the revolver in the observer's hand and said, "Very interesting weapon, I think it is necessary to study it." ”

Just as the lich was making a move...... "God said, let there be light~!" An old deep voice sounded.

A blinding white glow passed over the observer's head, enveloping the lich. In the light came the screams of the lich like night owls.

Then the black shadow of the lich fell from the light and slammed to the ground.

An ascetic who described it as withered came tremblingly with a thousand withered canes.

No one could have imagined that in his thousand-thin body, which could be blown down by a gust of wind, there was such a powerful holy power.

The lich on the ground struggled to get up, only a set of burnt white bones remained, the green light in his eyes flickered and jumped, and his hoarse voice said in horror, "Ascetic?"

Lao Jin didn't answer, clenched the thorn staff, quickly condensed the holy power, and prepared to launch a fatal blow.

The figure of the lich quickly bounced up from the ground, turned into a swirling black smoke, and quickly retreated, while shouting loudly: "Retreat, it's a trap~!"

It's too late, it's too soon.

Just as he was screaming, a spear glowing with holy light flew out from behind, grazing the observer's body and chasing the fleeing lich.

In the blink of an eye, he pierced through the lich's body and pinned his bony body to a wall.

The paladin, wrapped in silver feather-patterned armor, appeared beside the ascetic, the spear he had thrown.

"Purification. The ascetic followed, and a rain of light enveloped the struggling lich.

He roared in the last voice of his life, "Silver Wings Guard......"

The sound rang through the vicinity of the West City, and the lich and dark mage who heard the terrible cry immediately rose into the air and flew back to the hovering war fortress without looking back.

The holy light that had just entered it was all clear, and the surging holy power fluctuations like a tsunami from inside the city could already confirm that there was indeed a powerful priesthood in ambush here.

What are you kidding, there are clergy and Silver Wing Guards in this broken city~!

If the clergy alone are not terrible, they have a fatal weakness and cannot fly.

As long as you use the War Fortress, you can torture and kill them at will beyond the limits of the Light.

But with the addition of the Bright Pope's Silver Wing Guard, the combat effectiveness is different. To them, they are like owls hovering over the heads of rats.

The combination of the Dervish and the Silver Wing Guard can even injure the High Priest of the Undead, and these lichs are no match at all.

The lich did not know how many priests there were in the city, and they did not hesitate to retreat, in their opinion, this was undoubtedly a trap prepared for them, leading them to the surface, and then the ambush of the priesthood suddenly attacked.

In this case, it will be difficult for the lich to fly again.

The Silver Wing Guards, which the Holy See trained at great expense, were prepared for them.

During the war a thousand years ago, the nobles of the nobility were chased around like rabbits chased by wolves.

At this moment, the Silverwing Knight roared, and the Pegasus flapped its wings flexibly and ran out quickly, and the Silverwing Knight jumped on the Pegasus, and then reached out and pulled the ascetic onto the horse.

The knight let out a soft snort, and the Silverwing Pegasus ran quickly down the street, flailing its wings vigorously as it soared into the air in a matter of seconds, chasing the undead in the air.

The war fortress suspended above the city of Delong quickly withdrew, and flew to the top of the Semitic military camp in one go.

The Knights of the Silver Wing of the Holy See did not chase after them, they just circled over the city of Delong like a demonstration.

The lich Enes, who led the entire war fortress, fell from the sky and angrily broke into the big tent of the camp zhongyāng, and as soon as he entered the door, he reprimanded with an angry voice covering his head and face: "Why didn't you attack just now?"

Penance and the Silver Wing Knight are only undead enemies, not Semitic nemesis. If the Semites on the ground had attacked just now, they might have cleaned up those ascetics.

Then he was stunned for a moment, and saw dozens of Semitic generals in the middle of the big tent all standing solemnly, and in the middle of their white spoons, one was lying quietly on the ground with his back facing Yao.

What's going on?

At this time, a general raised his head, his eyes were red, and his voice said in a sad voice: "Master, Your Majesty, Your Majesty Xià He was assassinated." ”

"What~!" the lich Enes stared blankly at the ground, although only half of his face remained, but he also recognized it as King Maschinot, the beloved general of the High Priest of the Dead.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't pursue it, so he only scolded hatefully: "Hell." ”

The Semitic generals have no master of the six gods at the moment, and they look at the lich Enes as if they have seen a savior, and Enes is the high priest who sits down the number one lich and is in a high position.

They asked pleadingly, "Master, what should we do now?"

The lich Enes was also in trouble, having just seen the Silver Wing Guards and ascetics in the city, and was trying to get the Semitic soldiers to deal with them. As long as the soldiers storm the city, the clergy will be helpless, no matter how strong they are.

"I'm going to ask His Majesty the Throne. "The Lich Enes had no choice but to escalate the problem.

Even if the high priest made the decision to appoint a new commander immediately, it would be at least half a death if he went, and the Semitic generals looked at each other and asked, "What are we going to do until the new order is given?"

The lich Enes said angrily, "How do I know that you are the generals." ”

With that, he shook his hand and walked out, hurried back to the fortress of war.

Then, more than a hundred roared westward.

Inside the city, the two members of the Ghost Group craned their necks as the undead war fortress disappeared into the clouds, and at the same time gasped and smiled at each other with the happiness of the rest of their lives.

Looking at the silver-winged Pegasus of the god horse in the sky, Shè said with emotion: "The boss is right, war is a confrontation of the system. ”

The observer smiled lightly and said, "Let those wings bring a letter to the boss, I think we can buy another time." ”

On the battlefield, every minute and every second is precious, and perhaps it is because of a delay or two that changes the entire war.

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