The collapse of the wall set off a chain reaction against us: more and more of the city were storming the city's defenses, pushing our army backwards; Finally, the flag of the Continental Union Army on one of the walled towers was pulled up and replaced with a black nine-company star king flag of the post-apocalyptic empire symbolizing terror and destruction, which symbolized that our enemy had completely occupied a section of the wall; It didn't take long for the flags on the second and third towers to be replaced, and the walls that fell into the hands of the enemy grew wider and wider, and soon we were left with only four or five sections of the walls near the gates to hold, and it seemed that they could not hold out much longer.

At this time, a huge crash car with a unique shape was pushed out of the array of the Doomsday Emperor**. It was a wooden siege machine, lined with wheels under the crash, covered with a thick layer of leather armor, and hundreds of strong demons hid under the armor, pushing it slowly. An extremely thick log was fastened to the cart as a ramshell, and its end facing us had been reduced to a pointed end. I don't know where they got such a huge piece of wood, it looks as if it was once the tree of life that supported some elven city - only this elven tree, rich in great magic and vigorous life force, could grow so tall.

The walls fell, and the crash car, though slow, managed to approach the gates without the threat of trebuchets. The huge rambling hammer slammed against the city gates, making a dull sound, each one like the sound of a death knell, straight into our hearts. Although the gates of the Cloud Fortress were strong, it was difficult to withstand the force of such a charge. Each impact causes it to lose hundreds of durability points. In a quarter of an hour at most, our gates will be breached.

Many people tried to attack the crash car, hoping that it would be destroyed before the gates fell, like the siege engines before it did. However, this was simply impossible, the crash car was desperately strong, not only was its defense incredibly high, but the green gauge that represented its durability was so long that it could not see the end, and the loss of a few thousand points was nothing to it. If you don't look closely enough, you can barely see the difference. It's an indestructible war machine, and there's nothing we can do with it.

Originally, the scales of victory had already begun to tilt in favor of our enemies. And this crash is like a heavy weight, which is placed on the pallet of the Doomsday Emperor, hastening our defeat.

In contrast to our worrying war situation, in a battle filled with blood and death. However, I have always been active on the battlefield with extraordinary bravery, and I have created a brilliant record that even I am shocked. Before I knew it, more than twenty of the Void Seeker mercenaries of the Apocalypse Empire had died under my sword, and as many as fifty ordinary Primitive soldiers had been killed by me. And the number is constantly increasing—in fact, the frenzy of battle has long since deprived me of the ability to judge calmly, and I can't remember how many lives have been lost to me. It was Fei Yin who reminded me. In the "Battlefield Achievements" section of the Magic Notebook, my kill record will be recorded.

It is different from the hard struggle of his comrades. With the exception of the first enemy I fought, the Vampire Assassin Snake Rain Fairy, who put me in danger, no second enemy really caused me trouble. The reason for this is simple. It profoundly affected this bloody battle from the start, and it saved my life in a pinch, and that was "Ka" - a huge curse that was inexplicable and seemed to be omnipresent.

For a forty-fifth level warrior like me, those Primordial Miscellaneous soldiers who are less than forty levels are not a cause for concern, and if necessary, I can kill them alone by killing six or seven or even more. My real opponents should have been the Air Seeker mercenaries, who were also above level forty and had successfully transferred classes, and only they had enough power to threaten my safety, so I had to be on my guard.

However, "Cards", the vast negative status effect magic that destroyed them all. On the ramparts, all the air waders, not only the enemy's, but ours - were now in a hysterical frenzy, and they stood still at times, unable to move at all the shouts and curses; At other times, they drifted dozens of paces away in an instant—some of them simply teleported directly under the city walls, turning into meat patties of various sizes. Moreover, this terrible situation seems to be intensifying, as if the more people piled up on the walls, the more they "stuck" and stiffened for longer.

In my opinion, these stuck Skywaders are far easier to deal with than the fragile Primitarian soldiers - those soldiers are of a lower rank, but at least they can fight, fight back and dodge, and if they gather enough people, it will take a lot of effort for me, but many times, these Skywaders are like a target in human form, and you will stab him into a sieve with a sword, without struggling, not even screaming in pain, let alone fighting back. I don't even feel like I'm fighting anymore, I'm like a farmer harvesting in my own field. The only difference between me and them is that they are reaping the grain they have sown, but they are reaping life—the life of others.

The harvest is sometimes interrupted by unexpected episodes, such as when I come to a necromancer, curiosity gives way

He put down the butcher knife in his hand and looked at it carefully. The reason why I want to find out whether this theoretically dead man is a man or a woman - his body is wrapped in a normal "**master's robe" that can be worn by both men and women, and inside this light blue magic robe, wrapped in a pile of smooth skeletons, all the muscles and soft tissues have completely decayed, and the hair on the skull is wild and messy, probably just below the shoulder: it is common for both men and women to have such long hair. Until she overcomes the "stuck" state and makes a sound, I really can't tell her gender.

Later, it was her fingers that solved my confusion. Let me conclude that it was a female undead who had dyed the three remaining nails of her left hand pink with the juice of some plant, painted a few small pink flowers on them, and even pasted some shiny shards of cheap ore on them as decoration. I couldn't figure out who cared about the color of her nails, a skeleton with only bones left in her body. I am afraid that only a woman would waste so much energy on such a meaningless decoration - no matter what race she is, not even whether she is alive or not.

To my great embarrassment, at the last moment, the necromancer who was barely spliced together with bones briefly escaped the influence of the "card" and was able to move a little. You know. I had just lifted her robe curiously to determine her sex—and I swore by the glory of the Most High God, that I really saw nothing but a pile of bones—and she seemed to have just noticed it. She screamed with an ear-piercing "ah", then subconsciously grabbed the ends of her robe and wrapped it around her body, as if she was afraid that I would insult her. Even this last rare return opportunity was completely abandoned, and then it was directly "stuck" again and again into a petrified state.

Who the wants to watch it? Is it beautiful to pile a handful of rotten bones together? If it weren't for curiosity, this kind of figure, which has no "figure" at all, would not have looked at it even if I was kindly invited.

I guess it's a dead man who has just become undead. She doesn't seem to have been able to transform her role well, and she still maintains some of the subconscious reactions of being human. Doesn't she realize that she's just a pile of bones? No matter how shameless I am...... Hi. Who can still put a pile of bones how?

…… Well...... That one...... All right. There's really no way I can deceive myself. It must be admitted. All of this is just an excuse for me to comfort myself. Anyway, in front of the public, a woman's clothes are lifted. Revealing her body -- or rather, whether she had it or not -- was not something that would bring me glory. I couldn't help but have red cheeks, panic, and a steady stream of guilt welling up in my heart. To avoid embarrassment and lighten the guilt in my heart a little......

…… I dealt with the necromancer as fast as I could, sent her soul to where she had come, and hastily pulled out a dozen coppers from her corpse - until she fell to the ground and died, she was still tugging at her robes and wrapping her body tightly, like one of those chaste saints described in the scriptures - and fled in a hurry. Just looking at the look on my face at the time, I'm afraid no one would believe that I killed her, as if she had defeated me.

May she forget this little unpleasantness in the cycle of death and rebirth, may her soul rest in peace soon, and most importantly, may she not read my name clearly in her panic just now—God bless this! As I quickly fled the scene, my heart prayed reverently.

……

In any case, I alone will not be able to withstand the onslaught of thousands of enemies. No matter how desperately I fight, the overall rout on the whole front is really irretrievable. Just as the sky cleared, the drizzle stopped, the red sun set in the west, and the blood-colored red glow began to be swallowed up by the drowsy night, the enemy's huge crash successfully completed its mission, knocking on the huge gates of the dark cloud fortress. Ten minutes later, the last Continental Union flag planted on the tower of the city gate was also lowered and replaced with the enemy's military flag.

The gates fell, and the entire wall fell into the hands of the enemy. This means that our Skywader warriors will not be able to resurrect in situ in the cemetery near the city walls, and all reborn souls will have to gather in the cemeteries of the inner city.

The tide was turning, and we had to abandon the walls and retreat into the inner city. This is the limit of our retreat, and Colonel Reilly is standing in the headquarters of the inner city tower at this time. If he is defeated and dies here, we will lose this battle as well.

Our enemy did not pause for a moment, and swooped down on our footsteps, slamming against the walls of the inner city like a raging steel frenzy. There was nothing left to stop them, in the battle for the outer city. Our garrison has been completely destroyed, and at this moment we are left with only two thousand colonels of the Guard. They were all forty-two or third-level soldiers, and their quality was much higher than that of the previous garrison soldiers, but with their strength alone, it was impossible to confront their own enemies dozens of times. The Skyscraper mercenaries have become the main force on the battlefield, and they are scattered in the inner city

, and the enemies that are constantly climbing up are doing desperate fights, just to come later.

Maybe it's because the number of people in the inner city has decreased dramatically. The situation of the "stuck" of the air fighters has been alleviated a lot, and many of them have been able to exert their strength and fight more freely. Although it is inevitable that there will be moments of stiffness at times, compared to the previous predicament of being unable to move, they can now almost be called heavenly happiness.

Until the end of this battle. It shows its true brutality.

One might think that the frenzied brazenness of thousands of Native soldiers wielding their weapons, striking each other with the most primitive and savage force, and causing death in patches is spectacular and bloody enough, but you will only understand it until you see it with your own eyes. Compared to the killing between the air-waders, that kind of clumsy and stupid fight is not a "battle" at all.

Rather than soldiers who only fight to slash and slash, Skywaders are better at picking opponents, choosing tactics, timing and using their skills. They do not stick to frontal combat, and sometimes they engage in planned sieges. Sometimes they retreat selectively. Their abundant creativity allows them to put their combat skills to the fullest, and every bit of magic or fighting energy is efficiently transformed into lethality and falls on the heads of their opponents. Equipment, traps, tricks...... They exhausted all the means of combat at their disposal. in their hands. The ugly fight almost turned into a wonderful artistic performance. Created a number of unexpected kills:

A demonic sorcerer has just stormed the inner city. Before he could summon a spell, the shadowy figures of three Assassins surrounded him in the center. The bright dagger and dagger reflected the demonic sorcerer's desperate expression, and he didn't even have a chance to breathe under the siege of these professional killers. His life was dwindling at an extremely high rate, and the layers of blood that splashed from his body could barely keep up with the speed at which the Assassins swung their weapons.

Five seconds, five seconds at most, and a life ceases to exist. It was the longest five seconds I've ever experienced, and I could never have imagined that this fleeting moment of time would be enough to turn a living being into a cold corpse.

……

A dwarven shadow thief lured his rival, a troll mage, into a trap he had planted, and the troll was frozen by a cold ice that stiffened and slowed down. Just when the dwarf wanted to take advantage of the opponent's inconvenience, the troll mage used a "teleportation" to easily get rid of the entanglement of the trap, not only saving his life, but also distancing himself from the opponent, successfully reversing his disadvantage and killing the dwarven shadow thief with a "ball lightning".

……

A human bard and a dark elf druid are torn apart, and the bard constantly changes the tools in his hands, a dagger, a six-stringed harp, a tambourine, an organ, a trumpet, a dagger...... He had almost reached the pinnacle of the bard's keen powers of observation and adaptability, and the variety of instruments and weapons was in his hands as skillfully as a marquee, more like a juggler than a battle. The various battle cries emanating from his instruments and mouth not only made him more agile and powerful, dulled and weakened the opponents in front of him, but also affected all the allies and enemies around him, doing everything he could to gain a slight advantage for his comrades.

The dark elf druid, on the other hand, showed a flexible and flexible fighting style. As the effect of the bard's war song changed, he also kept changing his form, trying to reduce the adverse effects of the enemy's war song on him. When the Bard plays the "Fragile Melody", he transforms into a giant black bear and uses his strong physique to raise his life limit; When the Bard sings the "Song of Steel" to bolster his defenses, he transforms into an agile tiger to increase his attack; And when attacked by the "Bound Movement of Shackles", the druid will not hesitate to revert back to his elven form, keep his distance, and use some magic from the natural lineage to fight, while restoring his lost vitality.

……

Yes, this is the battle between the air waders, and countless possibilities collide with each other, making each life-and-death struggle full of unknown variables. It's hard to predict when a battle will end, sometimes it may last a long time, and sometimes it will end in an instant.

No matter how hard we fight, we can no longer turn the tide of the battle. Absolute numerical superiority allowed the enemy to overwhelm us without any suspense, eating away at our defensive line little by little, forcing us back step by step. As their troops crossed the last stretch of the inner city wall and headed straight at our headquarters, an impassioned voice suddenly came from behind us and echoed in our ears:

"Today, we are here to fight side by side, not for victory, but for life in search of a home of freedom and dignity. Warriors, follow me and use our souls to ignite the fighting spirit of the Falvi continent! ”

With this inspiring cry, the figure of Colonel Reilly appeared beside us. The level 60 paladin strode towards the surging crowd of people coming at him, holding a huge golden tower shield in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand. This battle has come to an end!