The giants are infinitely powerful, but they have a shortcoming in the saint-level realm.

That is, they are dragged down by their size, and they can't fly.

Helga, the "Lord of the Mountains", was slow to move, and could not catch up with Edrash's decapitating blow no matter what.

"Open Heaven Titan" Theokeley, who has just used the Excalibur in his hand to send out a Titan sword, is now being charged, and it is too late.

"Little man" Regul, no one can be saved.

Regul tried his best to defend with all his strength, but he was overwhelmed by multiple injuries on his body, and could only watch in despair as the greatsword slashed into his neck.

At this moment, he remembered the Imperial Martial Saint who was beheaded by him yesterday, was his look before he died the same as his current look?

"Whew!"

The big sword broke the skin, split the flesh, broke the bones, and a huge head rose to the sky, and the blood exploded like a blowout!

Edrache twisted and kicked Regul's head like a ball at Theokley.

Theokeli caught it with one palm, burning with rage and letting out a thunderous roar.

The King of Giants stomped on one foot, and the earth cracked with great force, and the walls around him collapsed!

The first army of the Swift Dragon Knights, which remained behind the broken city walls, suffered considerable losses in the shaking of the mountains, and many warriors were buried in the ruins as the city walls collapsed. Ninth Literary Network

But they were excited, for they all saw the head in Theokeley's hand, the head of the mutated giant that had given them a headache.

So far, how can you not be excited if you have finally killed an enemy saint-level or a powerful giant?

The shouts of the Imperial warriors soared into the sky, covering the sound of the collapse of the city walls, the low roar of the abyssal beasts, and the battle cries of the orc warriors, which soon became the main theme of the battlefield.

Edracher withdrew his sword, took out the skullcrusher hammer, and looked directly at Theokeley.

The king of giants hung the heads of his compatriots around his waist, his eyes thundering, like the legendary Titans descending.

"Edrash, die!" Theokeley clenched his Excalibur in both hands and lunged forward.

Edrache sneered, war, how can there be no death?

Kill you as a saint-level kindred, and you'll be furious, King of the Giants, but that's it!

Since the other party has named it, it must be done, but Brandon's side ...... I had to let Erwin's kid go.

"Erwin, quickly support Brandon, and don't let the Abyssal Beast rush into the military formation!" Edrash ordered his son.

"Father be careful, Theokeley is strong!" Erwin said with some concern.

"Ha, you and I are also very strong!" Edrash brazenly confronted him.

Theokli wasn't as fast as Regul, after all, he was more than twice as tall as Regul, but Edrache was nowhere near as comfortable fighting him as he had just been.

One of the reasons for this is that Theokley has a much stronger sense of battle than Regul, and he is angry and angry, but he does not despise Edrache at all, and has always used his best rhythm to attack and defend.

The second is that Theokley's attack is too powerful for Edrash to bear.

The great sword surrounded by thunder and lightning in the hand of the Giant King is very terrifying, not only can it summon extremely powerful thunder, but it can also have a thunderbolt paralysis effect on approaching targets, I am afraid that the level is only higher than that of the skull crusher hammer.

Edrakher did not dare to approach rashly, and Theokeli was quite afraid of Edrakel's skull-crushing hammer, and the battle between the two was deadlocked.

This was what Edrache wanted to see, as long as he could prevent Theokli from approaching the position of the army, the battle would be successful, even if it would be worth the amount of stamina.

Another giant, Helga, the "Lord of the Mountains", who was taller than Serokeley, also rushed through the walls, but Theokeli immediately stopped him from going deep into the enemy line.

Helga is big, has a strong attack and thick skin, but if he rushes into the military formation, with a martial saint in his hand, he can easily become a target for cluster magic with his slow movements, which can cause him serious damage.

A saint-level clan member has already died, and Theokeli doesn't want to lose the second one, otherwise the strength of the giant clan will be greatly reduced, and I am afraid that after this battle, I will not even have the ability to make other plans.

The Imperial army successfully regrouped five hundred meters behind the city wall, and the holy levels of both sides engaged separately, and the ground battle situation remained in a delicate balance, and there would not be much change in the short term.

When asked how much time this tactic would take, Edrache was expecting a day.

As the battle progresses, the orc's physical superiority will gradually appear, and with the absolute numerical superiority, it will eventually break through the defense line of the Imperial army.

……

During the war, Edrache always felt that time passed slowly, after all, he was facing a powerful giant king, and his spirit was highly concentrated, and he could not make the slightest mistake.

In the half day that he had been fighting, Edrache felt that half a year had passed, which might be another portrayal of living like a year.

A lot has happened in this half day.

First of all, the first brigade of the Swift Dragon Knights who were holding the city walls was completely wiped out.

The army retreated to form a defensive formation, leaving only one army in front of the front, and the outcome was already doomed.

All the warriors of the first brigade of the Swift Dragon Knights did not complain at all, they were the bravest warriors of the Swift Dragon Family, not only dragging down a large number of troops of the Orc Alliance, but also killing more than a dozen giant beasts and nearly ten giants, playing a huge role.

It can be said that now the imperial army still has the strength to resist, and they have contributed a lot.

The second thing is that the few cavalry units of the Orc Alliance, the Orc Boar Cavalry, are being assembled.

The wild boar ridden by the orcs is a wild boar, twice as large as an ordinary wild boar, and it is ferocious and violent. Although the endurance of the wild boar is not as good as that of horses, the impact force of short-range is even stronger than that of Ryoma, and the charging is almost incomprehensible.

The Empire must detach a strong cavalry force to keep an eye on the orc boar cavalry, and if they make any changes, immediately charge head-on, so as to keep the line from collapsing.

The appearance of the Orc Boar Cavalry has seriously disrupted the Empire's military deployment, making the Empire no longer have an advantage in cavalry.

The third thing, Matilda finally arrived.

At the critical moment when Brandon and Erwin, who were resisting the abyssal beasts, were gradually exhausted and about to be defeated, a golden spear fell from the sky, and the flickering light of the tip of the spear overwhelmed the scorching sun in that instant.

She came alone, bringing only one message: Imperial reinforcements would arrive in two days.

In terms of time, reinforcements were already coming quickly, and Edracher would have been surprised if he knew that this support was the Knights of the Burning Sun, who had crossed the entire line of defense.

But judging from the current situation, the Imperial army will hold out for another day at most, once the three-story fortress behind the wall is destroyed, the Imperial army will have no danger to defend, and it will only be a matter of a few hours before it is overwhelmed by the orc army.

The last thing that happened in half a day, the Air Force suffered heavy casualties, and it was going to be unable to hold on.

The Dragon Knights who fought against the Manticore only had one of the last hundred left, and the Manticore was still half of them, more than five hundred.

With their numbers much smaller than the enemy's, they hunted more than 500 manticores, which is enough to go down in history.

But without the Dragon Knights, the remaining manticores had no team to fight against, and the casualties of the Sky Knights accelerated.

Protected by the Dragon Knights, the Pegasus Knights also pushed up to the outer circle of the hemispherical battle formation, fighting to protect their teammates in the inner circle who were seriously injured and unable to retreat.

Of the 150,000 Imperial Air Force, only half were left after nearly two days of fighting, and almost all of them were wounded!

Even Karcas is no exception.

Fighting with Olisma to this day, Calcas has a deep understanding of the power of her strange whip.

The whip is like a living thing, and it can adjust the angle and direction of its attacks on its own, making it extremely difficult.

In the intelligence, among the seven gods of war of the Orc Alliance, only the "copper-skinned spear king" Berag has an extremely rare spiritual weapon, not to mention that Olishma also has it.

And Calcas always felt that it was not a spiritual weapon, but something more "spiritual" than a spiritual weapon, which was really like obtaining.

Orisma wielding this whip, plus the Manticore-tailed Lion King, can be counted as two half-saint-level combat powers.

Kalkas plus the Black Flame Dragon Plague, there are only two.

After fighting for so long, the gap in the combat power of half of the saint-level is reflected, that is, there are three more whip marks on Kalkas's body.

Receiving a little skin injury would have had no effect on a martial saint, but the damage caused by the whip was not ordinary.

In addition to the severe pain, Karcas felt that his energy was draining, no, it was not so much a drain as it was being sucked away.

Sucked to ...... The whip and Orisma's body.

"Hello......," Olisma yawned lazily, "It's boring to have been fighting for so long." Calcas, you will definitely be defeated, be my dog, spare you from death! ”

In silence, Karcas clenched the gun in his hand and slapped the plague three times.

"Roar!" Calamity howled with some excitement.

"What? Just want to die? Olesma raised her whip, her tawny eyes flashing a reddish-black glow.

The Calamity spewed a breath of black flame dragon breath at the Manticore-tailed Lion King, and at the same time, Calcas burst out!

"Ha, it's this trick again, you're really not tired." The Manticore-tailed Lion King carried Olisma to escape the Black Flame Dragon's Breath, and Olisma whipped at Kalkas, "If you want to die, I will fulfill you!" ”

The eerie whip resembling a slender demon dragon was full of red-black light, leaving a series of "crackling" explosions on its path.

Kalkas swept his spear, his body suddenly rose up, and with a wave of his big hand, his figure blurred for a moment.

Orisma looked up and saw hundreds of "Calcas" suddenly appear in the sky, all wearing the same armor, holding the same spears, and staring at her with the same eyes.

It's like ...... A group of shadows cast by the sky.

The Shadow Knight finally used his stunt - Shadow Kill.

Being stared at by hundreds of "Calcas", Oleisma's heart trembled, and a sense of fear sprouted from the depths of his heart, and he couldn't suppress it.

Celestial Shadow Lore, first disturb the opponent's mind with the shadow of the sky, and then ...... Hundreds of Calcas swooped down on Olisma at the same time.

This time, their movements were different, and Olisma only felt that he was really being attacked by hundreds of real Calcas, and hurriedly tightened his defense.

In fact, if she still had the mental strength to distinguish carefully, she could see that there were actually only five kinds of movements of Sky Shadow, but Kalkas manipulated Sky Shadow to attack from different angles, and they all looked lifelike.

He is a martial artist, not a magician, and it is very difficult to create realistic celestial shadows. If he can achieve Valkyrie, Karcas believes that his Celestial Shadow Lore will be able to make each Celestial Shadow perform a different attack.

The strange whip replied, wrapping Olisma's whole person, and from a distance, it looked like it had turned into a red-black egg.

The Celestial Shadow finally arrived, and one by one the Celestial Shadow smashed his spear into the whip, each of which was as powerful as Kalkas's shot.

A Martial Saint's hundreds of attacks are not something that can be defended against.

Not even that weird whip.