"Confirm the target~!" the archer replied in a low voice, and his body lying on the ground was as motionless as a rock.

Through the scope, the shooter's gaze firmly caught Emperor De Rossi, and his index finger slowly touched the trigger.

At this moment, the archer's entire energy was at its peak, as calm as a beast about to rush out of the grass and pounce on its prey, waiting for the moment to pull the trigger.

"Six hundred meters away, southerly westerly, second-grade. The observer licked his lips nervously and whispered.

They have undergone rigorous training and do not need to think at all, but can easily report these numbers according to their instincts.

"Six hundred, two levels south of the west," the shooter repeated in a low whisper, his breath slow, and slowly moved the muzzle of his gun.

Through the high-powered scope on the gun, he could clearly see distant targets.

Under the wind, Emperor De Rossi, dressed in a red robe, sat majestically on his horse, and was now raising his arm to point at the walls of Delon, the golden crown on his head glittering in the sunlight.

On the battlefield, his image is so dazzling, even if you don't use a telescope, just by scanning it with the naked eye, you can know that this is definitely an important person.

This situation is very puzzling for snipers.

Let them feel as if these people are all sick in the brain, and they all dress themselves up so dazzlingly, just standing there, they will 'brush and brush' the hatred.

Isn't this a blatant search for death?

But anyway, for the snipers. That's a good thing.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a sinister smile. At the same time, he moved the muzzle of the gun slightly, aimed the crosshair in the scope at the forehead of Emperor De Rossi, then raised it slightly, and then moved it slightly to the right.

It wasn't until it was firmly locked that the shooter let out a breath and said in a deep voice: "Target confirmed~!"

In the next moment, he took another deep breath and held his breath. The finger on the trigger slowly pressurized......

If the finger is pulled back a few millimeters, the firing pin will hit the bottom of the bullet exactly under the action of the spring.

The primer made of the burst crystal will explode in the collision, detonating the propellant inside the shell, and instantly expanding sharply, the gas creates a huge pressure, pushing the pointed bullet out of the chamber, and then flying over a distance of six hundred meters in a second or so, burrowing into De Rossi's beautiful skull.

The precision-built warhead shatters into smaller pieces after encountering resistance, and then under the action of enormous inertia. Rushed out from the other side of his head.

In this case, his head will be shattered to pieces like a watermelon hit by a boulder.

"Bye-bye~!" looked at De Rossi in the scope. The shooter whispered in his heart.

Just when he was about to pull the trigger to the end, the observer suddenly said quickly: "Wait~!"

The shooter's fingers immediately released the trigger, and then let out a long breath of turbidity in his chest.

He frowned, but did not speak, just leaned there silently, waiting for the next order-Tong Guò had been working together for a long time, he knew this companion by his side very well, and they could even be said to be two sides of the same coin.

At such times, the observer will never give the wrong instructions. He must have found something.

"The demons on the left side of De Rossi. The observer said calmly.

The shooter immediately pointed the muzzle of the gun at the target in the observer's mouth.

It was a demon general sitting on a horse. Like the other demons, he has a stout figure and an arrogant look.

"His Mabi De Rossi is half a position ahead," the observer said in a deep voice, "It should be a big man~!"

"Understood. The shooter replied coldly, aiming at the Semitic general beside De Rossi.

Now this world is a ruthless, hierarchical feudal society, and the hierarchical gap between the nobles has penetrated into their bones. Unconsciously express xiàn to the fullest.

Even people who don't know, see their seats, how quickly they walk, where they stand in the crowd. When they speak, who is bowing, who is bending, who has a stern expression, and who is smiling...... Wait a minute.

Through these details, you can see at a glance which one of the people in the crowd is the highest-ranking big man.

And now, from the position where the general was surrounded by everyone, from the fact that everyone's mounts were carefully falling behind him, from the fact that when De Rossi talked to him, he was accompanied by a smiling face, and took the initiative to bend over, not the other party......

Through these actions, it can be clearly seen that the Semitic general next to De Rossi is the highest-ranking big man in their group.

The observer hesitated......

Which one should I fight?

Take out De Rossi, assassinate JFK with easy accolades, and they will become a legend among the ghost special forces.

But reason told him that he should beat that demon man.

At this moment, a sharp and piercing sound sounded in the sky above them, and the sound was as unpleasant as scratching glass with fingernails, making people feel only weak all over their bodies and numb scalps......

This heart-shaking scream made the shooter lose his mind. He shook his head vigorously and pushed the voice out of his mind.

Immediately afterward, the nervous shouts of the Holy See soldiers rang out in the city.

"Demon War Fortress~!"

"Into the bunker, all into the bunker~!"

"Fast forward to the bunker. ”

“......”

The observer glanced up at the sky and saw a group of countless black pyramid-shaped war fortresses, swooping down from the sun, only a few hundred meters above the ground.

Under the cover of sunlight, they successfully delayed the warning time of humans on the ground.

To make matters worse, the direction of the Demon War Fortress swooping was the small building where they were, and the Undead Clan was obviously going to attack the city wall near the West Gate first, and this was the main battlefield.

The whistling sound of a war fortress tearing through the air as it flies at high speed. It was clearly transmitted to the ears of the observers.

Throwing the lich's annoying scream out of his mind, the shooter immediately brought his eyes back to the scope and said in a calm whisper as usual, "Target, which one to hit?"

I don't look at the undead war fortress that is about to launch the magic cannon overhead.

In front of the target, even if the sword falls on him, the shooter will not look at it again, and at this moment all his mind is concentrated in the scope, waiting only for the moment when the board is pulled - this is what they are trained for.

That's what they're worth in venture capital firms, and they're terrifying assassins. He is a ruthless killer whose only mission is to take out his target.

"The Semitic general on the left side of De Rossi, it's him~!" The observer also turned his heart at this time, and said through gritted teeth--his reason told him that he must choose this person--this person is the biggest target~!

"Confirm~!" replied the shooter coldly.

A green light suddenly appeared in the sky—a salvo of dark spells from hundreds of magic cannons, dense as rain, falling from the sky.

The dense artillery fire completely enveloped the small building where the ghost team was located.

The observer's face changed dramatically, and he looked up in horror at the green clouds overhead.

Almost at the same time, the shooter's fingers pulled the trigger smoothly. "Bang" a gunshot rang out, and the shooter's shoulder withstood the recoil of the bullet. Shoulders shook slightly.

In the blink of an eye, the green and black light completely submerged the walls and buildings near the West City Gate.

xxxxxx

Emperor De Rossi stood straight on horseback, with a smile on his lips, staring at the city of Delong to the east.

Maschinot looked up at the sky, suddenly laughed, and said proudly: "Look, they are coming." ”

Emperor De Rossi nodded and politely praised, "Yes." The timing was just right. ”

In the sky above Delong's head, dense black shadows were rushing through the sunlight, and they had begun to lose their altitude.

The dazzling and gorgeous attack of the war fortress is about to begin~!

A single salvo of hundreds of war fortresses was enough to submerge the western section of the wall, killing everyone nearby and destroying buildings that were not thick enough.

Even an attack of this intensity could not destroy the gates and walls of Delong, the solid walls were too strong.

After a series of Fight. Now the Semitic generals have also figured out a practical tactic for a fortress of war.

After several rounds of saturation attacks on the War Fortress have wiped out the Papal soldiers on the ground, the Lich and the Dark Mage will fall from the sky and slash directly into the city. Attack from within the city of Delong.

Even if the Papal soldiers hide in bunkers, it is useless, they attack inside and outside, attack from the ground and the air at the same time, and the city can be easily attacked.

It was with this tactic that they fought from Oloron Sainte-Marie to Delon, and they were invincible all the way.

Looking at the ambitious Maschinot beside him, Emperor De Rossi sighed softly in an imperceptible voice, this city is not his, although his De Rossi Empire has paid thousands, even nearly 10,000 lives, to conquer Delong, but these are worthless.

The city captured by Maschinot must have been Maschinot's, and perhaps he had already promised the city of Delong to one of his generals.

This is an out-and-out vicious dog, and he will never spit out the meat in his mouth.

Maschinot looked triumphantly at the Semitic soldiers lined up on the left and right.

All of them were in high spirits and eager to try, and they were already impatient.

Every time a human city is conquered, it is the happiest time for these soldiers, and they can indulge in pleasure and kill as much as they want.

Robbing money, snatching things, and robbing women, as soon as they fancy them, they can take them as they like, if any human being who doesn't open his eyes dares to say a word.

Quite simply, then slit his throat and watch him struggle like a slaughtered chicken, and they, the great conquerors, can still have fun and bet that this guy will take a few seconds to die.

The general above only said that he would not be allowed to kill too many humans, and that he would use these humans as slaves in the future, as for how much is too much, no one has stipulated it yet, as long as he does not kill them all. In fact, even if they were killed, no one would care.

Due to the deliberate connivance of the High Priest of the Dead, these soldiers have basically lost their humanity in this war, and they are proud of it.

Watching the war fortress hover over the city, the Semitic soldiers' eyes lit up with bloodlust and greed: the revelry was about to begin.

A few minutes later. The Lich and the Dark Mage will descend from the sky to take down the gates, and it's time for them to show their skills.

Gold coins, woman, it's coming soon~!

The Semitic soldiers clenched their weapons and roared in a low voice like a monster, pacing restlessly back and forth in the formation, the originally neat queue gradually distorted.

The officers did not suppress the indiscipline of the soldiers, but turned their heads to look at the commander in the middle, eagerly waiting for his orders.

In anticipation. Maschinot drew his sword and pointed high into the air......

As long as he swung it hard, hundreds of thousands of Semitic soldiers would rush forward with a shout.

As they have done before, they will drown the city that dared to resist with blood and fire.

Maschinot's arm shook slightly, and just when everyone thought he was about to shout "attack", the long sword pointing at the sky suddenly slipped from Maschinot's hand.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, Maschinotte's upper body tilted back, shook softly, and fell from his horse.

As Maschinoth drew his beautiful sword. Emperor De Rossi couldn't help but snort coldly, and scolded in his heart: You can die if you don't pretend to be 13?

At the same time. He turned his head to look at the battlefield, and the noble Emperor was reluctant to look at the appearance of Maschino.

His soldiers were now retreating dejectedly to make room for the Semitic army to advance.

This time, the great De Rossi Empire has done another thankless business.

"What are we? Footpads? What the fuck...... Alas, it's raining?"

Just when he couldn't stop complaining in his heart, he suddenly felt a few drops of water fall on his face, and Emperor De Rossi casually touched the water droplets splashed on his face, and wondered in his heart: "Why is it still sticky?"

He looked down and saw that instead of a clear droplet of water, his finger was a crimson, viscous liquid. It seems to have a bit of temperature.

"This is ......" Emperor De Rossi looked at his fingertips strangely, his heart suddenly flashed, and he blurted out in panic: "Blood~!"

At this moment, the long sword in Maschinotte's hand slipped to the ground and made a "dang long" sound.

Emperor De Rossi raised his head, staring blankly at Maschinott in front of him, not reacting at all. I secretly wondered in my heart: why did he suddenly lose half of his head?

Maschinotte's body fell limply, then to the right, and he flipped off his horse, falling to the ground with a dull thud. The right foot is still hooked in the stirrup.

Maschinot, who had fallen to the ground, lay motionless on the ground with his face facing the sky.

De Rossi looked down and saw that a pair of his eyeballs were already hanging outside his sockets, and his skull had disappeared, revealing a mixed red and white thing, which was scattered all over the ground. Only half of his face was left staring blankly at the sky.

De Rossi looked at Maschinott who fell to the ground in a daze, his heart was blank, and there was only one consciousness: this guy's skull exploded~!

A few seconds later, he suddenly came to his senses, and the blood on his fingertips was Maschinotte~!

Emperor De Rossi's body suddenly trembled violently, and he threw up with a "vomit" as soon as he lowered his head, and the undigested lunch in his stomach sprayed all over his chest and his horse's neck.

The horse that stepped down was startled, jumped up with a neigh, and rushed forward quickly.

The Semitic generals only came to their senses at this time, and they screamed bitterly: "Your Majesty~!"

Including Maschinot's attendants, dozens of people rolled off their horses in a panic, pounced on Maschinot, who was lying on the ground, surrounded him, and shouted loudly in panic: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with Your Majesty?"

Immediately, someone screamed: "There are assassins, there are assassins~!"

The squires immediately widened their blood-red eyes, drew their weapons, and rushed out in search of the Assassin.

The Semitic armies on both sides didn't know what was going on, and they looked at the generals gathered under the lightning banner in amazement, and couldn't help but talk about it.

The farther divisions were slow to see the order to attack, and they also looked at the central army formation.

The undead war fortress above Delon didn't know what was happening behind him, and was still bombarding the ground indiscriminately.

After covering the city of Delong almost with magic cannons, the lich screamed, and countless black figures leaped out of the war fortress and slammed into the ground like bald.

But to the surprise of the lich commanding the war fortress, why didn't the Semitic army on the ground move at all?

At this time, shouldn't they come up and cooperate to take down the city wall?

xxxxxx

The observer looked up and saw a dark spell the size of a millstone smashing diagonally towards him, and in two or three seconds at most, it would accurately hit the small building.

There was a dull and loud gunshot in his ears, and the shooter had already opened fire.

The observer didn't want to think about it, and yelled: "Withdraw~!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the camouflage suit on the shooter's back, vigorously lifted the eighty-kilogram shooter from the ground, and then threw it hard towards the staircase.

The shooter clenched the rifle tightly with both hands, his fingers still hooked on the trigger, and the whole person staggered back a few steps.

The observer's head was already a faint green, and with all his sufficiency he sucked, he kicked the ground with a loud roar and ran frantically towards the stairs like a leopard.

One step, two steps...... He instantly rushed to the shooter's side, stretched out his arm to stop the shooter who fell backwards, kicked the ground with all his feet, and pounced on the stairs with the shooter in his arms.

At this time, the green dark spell smashed heavily on the roof of the building, and the powerful force blew half of the roof away, and the green spell scattered like a splash.

The observer and the shooter pounced into the hallway, and the two rolled down the stairs with each other in their arms. The venom that could melt the muscles and corrode the bones almost stuck to the bodies of the two of them splashed on the wall, and a "stinging" sound sounded in an instant, and a thick and choking gray smoke came out.

At this time, the small building, which had lost its support, rumbled and collapsed.

The bricks and stones rained down, and the broken masonry, wood, and tiles flew everywhere, and the sound of "crackling" was endless. It took a long moment before he stopped, burying the two ghosts in the rubble.

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