Although we could not prevent the enemy's siege engines from approaching the walls, this does not mean that they occupied anything decisive advantage. Although our garrison was outnumbered, with the help of a number of tough air waders, it was enough to keep the besieging enemy forces out of the walls, leaving them pouting and waiting for the end to be kicked off the siege engine.

Before I knew it, nearly thirty Apocalyptic Emperor ** soldiers had died at my hands. Some of them were hacked to death by me with my sword, while others were so frightened by my "roar of fear" that they fell headlong from the siege engine and fell into meatloaf. What surprised me a little was that these ugly invaders were stupid and weak: their attacks were so weak that they could only symbolically cost me a few dozen points of life, and they didn't hurt at all; And I only need to use a few of the simplest combat skills to easily level them out.

Although this is an important battle related to the security of the entire continent, fighting these "rookie" (as the air fighters say, they always seem to like to call others "birds") enemies is simply exhausting my spirit, and I can't even lift the mood of fighting. In my opinion, they are even less threatening than the forty-two thick-skinned wild boars that roam the forests of the Uzig Mountains. I even have some pity for these enemies who have embarked on a mortal journey, risking their lives to try an impossible task. For this battle, their deaths were futile and simply worthless.

If all the soldiers of the Apocalyptic Empire were only of this level, then there would be no guesswork at all about the outcome of this battle. Even if their army doubled, it would not be able to break through our strong defense line of flesh and blood!

A "demonic soldier" with horns on his head, curled legs, and hoove-like feet stabbed me in the chest with a spear. I raised my shield and used my "Block" skill to easily deflice the spear, then stepped forward, and a "thrust" plunged the sword in my right hand into the lower abdomen of the "demon spike". Just as I was about to turn around and slash at him, suddenly, a cold wind with a sharp touch of metal pierced my back.

There was a huge pain in my back, and I couldn't help but moan under my breath. The pain made me feel weak for a moment, as if my strength and courage had been drained from me with the blow.

The sneak attack cost me nearly two hundred lives, the heaviest attack I've ever endured since the battle began. I was startled, and quickly turned around, trying to face this dangerous enemy attacking from behind.

But he was much more agile than I had ever imagined. When I turned around, I had only time to catch his blurred figure out of the corner of my eye, and in a brief glance I saw a vampire assassin with two daggers in his hand, staring at me with a wolf-like predator's greedy gaze. His eyes were purple-red, his pupils were two black vertical lines, and a pair of short, shiny white fangs were exposed on the outside of his lower lip, which contrasted sharply with the vivid color of his lips. On his head is the bright red "Snake Rain Fairy" three big characters, this is his name.

As the loager's third class of transformation, the Assassins have truly absorbed the essence of the loiterers' combat skills, they are the pride of the night, the darlings of the shadows, lurking in the darkness that no one is aware of, sublimating the cold-blooded slaughter into an art that explodes in a silent moment. The dagger is their weapon of murder and their most loyal companion, and "never appear in front of anyone" is their unchangeable creed. They are the most despicable sneak attackers and the most dangerous enemies, and under their shameless assassinations, some people do not even realize that their time of death is approached until they die.

There is no race better suited to the "Assassin" profession than vampires. This dark-sighted race is inherently invisible in the dark, which greatly increases the Assassins' "stealth" skills, greatly reducing the likelihood of being detected. They also have the talent of "Blood Extraction", which can convert one-tenth of the damage they deal to enemies into their own life in thirty seconds, and they are naturally faster than elves. I don't know how many opponents you would never want to meet in your life, but I believe that a skilled vampire assassin will definitely be one of them.

Noticing that he was once again behind me, I quickly shortened down to use the "Whirlwind Slash" skill, which can attack all enemies around me at once, especially when I am surrounded or sneak up from behind.

I feel like I'm quick enough to react, but I'm still a step slower than my opponent. Before my blade swept across him, I was hit the back of the head with a blunt object—a dagger handle that I later learned. The blow left me dizzy, and I lost the ability to fight, leaving me crouching in place and waiting for my body to recover - a consequence of the Assassin's unique "Slam" ability, similar to the Wanderer's "Smothered Stick" ability, except that it could be used even while not "hidden".

While I was unconscious, this cunning opponent seized the time to stab me twice.

Thankfully, I had a stronger armor before the battle, and the strong protection prevented this series of attacks from causing me fatal damage. But by this time, I had less than half of my life left.

Even though the vertigo caused by the "slam knock" made my body unable to move, my mind was still clear and I was still able to discern and think. It was clear to me that this snake rain fairy was completely different from all the enemies I had encountered before: he was level forty-five like me, cunning and sharp, and he used his skills to fight me flexibly, including his distinctive name, all of which pointed to the fact that he was also a "seeker".

That's right, in the invading legions of the Apocalyptic Empire, there are also "air seekers". Before, perhaps because of the great threat of catapults in the city, these clever and dangerous creatures did not risk attacking, but only let those weak, low-level soldiers take the lead. And now, when the time comes to hand-to-hand, they have already begun to act.

What kind of change will the attack of the "air waders" in the enemy army bring to this battle? The tense battle didn't give me enough time to think. Soon, the effects of the vertigo wore off, and I regained control of my body.

I learned my lesson from the loss I just suffered, and after the stun effect was over, I didn't rush to turn around and go head-to-head with this vampire assassin named Snake Rain Fairy, but used the "Fear Roar" skill at the first time. Affected by the "Roar of Fear", the snake rain fairy suddenly fell into a state of confusion, aimlessly spinning back and forth in place, which gave me time to pour a bottle of life potion, and then shouted again, using the skill of "Courage Fight", so that his attack and defense power were improved in a short period of time.

The snake rain fairy should be equipped with some kind of equipment that can protect his consciousness, and he didn't stay in a state of fear for long, and quickly regained his senses. I was afraid that he would regain his speed advantage and make a preemptive move to force him to go head-to-head with me. The two of them looked at each other, and I relied on the heavy armor to take advantage of a lot of advantages. Seeing that the momentum was not right, the snake rain fairy immediately threw a large handful of dazzling magic powder into my face, which made my eyes bloom. By the time I looked around me again, he had re-hidden his form, so I couldn't spot it.

Although I couldn't see it, I knew he hadn't gone far, still waiting around me, waiting to strike at me again. It was a terrible feeling to be targeted by an Assassin, and I had to engage the invading army besieging the city while watching out for anything behind me. The battlefield was noisy, wailing and intersecting, but the slightest sound from behind me at this moment could startle me into a cold sweat. Even though no one had snuck up on me, I still felt a tingling in my back, as if the vampire assassin's sharp gaze could pierce my body.

In this moment of panic, something suddenly brightened my eyes and I had an idea. I continued to swing my sword, moving to the right rear without a trace.

My guess was correct, and less than three seconds before I stood still, the fierce wind struck me from behind me again. Although I was very alert, I was unable to dodge in time, and I received this heavy blow again. But at the same time, a soft "click" sound came from behind him—it was the sound of a trap being triggered.

It's a trap planted by the Beast Trainer - I don't see who did it, but I have to thank him for it - it has no obvious damage effect, and its main purpose is to slow down the beast that sets out of the trap so that it can be tamed by the Beast Tamer. It was marked with the trap symbol common to the Continental Coalition, and when I saw it, I had the idea to move here and fight with my back to it, so that if the snake rain fairy wanted to sneak up on me, it would inevitably trigger this trap.

There was only one thing I didn't expect: this sneak attack of the snake rain fairy hit a critical hit, and it completely wiped out my 400 vitality points. As a result, my health is much lower than that of the enemy, which puts me in a huge passive.

At this time, both of us had no way to retreat, only to completely let go of our hands and feet and fight head-on. Even if his speed is hindered, Snake Rain's fighting skills are still amazing. Even in this head-to-head encounter, he always managed to find my flaws and attack around the weak defenses behind me. His attack power is so high that even if I take potions one after another, I can't compensate for the speed at which my lives are lost.

However, the Assassin's fragile leather armor also took his heel. Almost every sword I use can cost him hundreds of lives, and his life gauge fades like a bottle in front of a dwarf in a tavern, decreasing all the time.

Such a battle of attrition is destined to last long, and soon, the vitality of both of us will be at the bottom. If nothing else, it will be the last round of this battle to meet again.

For me, it's not a fair life-or-death battle. Death is nothing more than a failed adventure for my adversaries, but for me, it means a permanent end - although there are many healers on the battlefield who have resurrection skills, who knows if they will see my corpse - I must work harder and harder than my enemies to keep my chances of existence.

For this sword, I used the "slash" skill to attack with all my might without reservation.

But at the moment when I made my move, a panic enveloped my heart: Snake Rain Fairy, my opponent, had been restrained by the trap just now, and his actions were blocked; But at the moment when the final blow was released, the effect of the trap reached the time limit, and his body regained its original agility, and the dagger in his hand swooped straight towards my body like the sharp teeth of a demonic beast.

Am I done? The thought swept through my chest like lightning, and the veins of my body were cold from the desperate sight. My attack became futile, and even if I could die with him, I would be the last loser.

Just as I was in despair, the wall closest to us suddenly collapsed, and a tower crumbled and shattered. For a while, the smoke was filled, stone chips flew everywhere, and the surrounding scene changed dramatically.

I don't know if it's an illusion or not, the moment this tower collapsed, it seemed that all the people around me, whether my comrades or enemies, had a momentary halt in their movements, and of course, the snake rain fairy in front of me was no exception.

The collapse of the city wall was very bad news, but it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me. Without the slightest slowdown, I slashed at the snake fairy's neck with a sword. The last piece of red lan with the word "-72" burst out from the top of his head, and then he fell to the ground and died.

Before falling to the ground, he stared at the collapsed tower with great hatred, and said the last words of this round of life with great reluctance:

"What a fucking card......"

I walked around the threshold of the ghost gate, and my heart was about to jump out with fear. I hurriedly took advantage of the chaos to hide in the back of the battle formation, and stuffed the life-replenishing food and blood vials into a slam of gas, and then walked back to the battlefield.

The battle just now has at least one good news: the curse of "Ka" is not unique to us, and our enemies are also affected by it. I can't imagine anyone spreading this terrible curse, but as long as the enemy doesn't take advantage of us, that's a good thing to do.