Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Tragic Battle Situation
"Enemy attack!"
Shrill sirens rang out throughout the restricted area.
Yao Luo's gaze was attracted by a strong sense of presence, and he looked to the front of the forbidden area.
For a while, the soldiers of the entire forbidden area were like a turning gear, and they were moving towards the front of the forbidden area.
"Array!"
Rows of soldiers' spears pierced in unison, and the sound of piercing the air was clearly audible.
"The Iron Guard is here!"
The tall iron guard stood in front of everyone in front of him, and his shield of the same height as himself stood in front of him like a city wall, no matter any attack, even if a basin of water was poured on him, he could block it without leaking.
The spear in his right hand stabbed like rain, piercing the flying mosquito-like monster into a string like a sugar gourd.
What kind of enemy can make such a guard retreat again and again?
The answer is right outside the door.
Narrow city thoroughfares are clogged like a highway full of cars.
A dense sea of ants-like strange sea poured in from behind, and there was no end in sight.
Large and small, hordes of Elder monsters resemble an army, flying mosquito-like monsters as the vanguard, and behind them are giant crystal behemoths of more than two meters.
Fire, frost, thunder and lightning.
Hail like rain, meteorite-like lava, thunder beyond the reaction speed of normal people.
Every attack can cause the hordes of iron guards to be blown away and the formation to be torn apart.
"Ahh
One of the Iron Guard's weapons was melted by the oncoming lava, and half of its arms were eroded.
The terrible thing is that the slightly hard bones are still broken and left in the arm, and the burned nerves make a clanging sound.
"Stand back! Back off! ”
With a wave of his arms, no one even had a chance to move the wounded soldier to the rear.
The giant arm was rounded, and the strong power of fate converged, and the tip of the spear condensed a white light visible to the naked eye.
"Go!"
The effect of the blow was visible, and the flying attack was cleared by this blow, and the strong wind pressure even knocked away several smaller monsters by the way.
However, this can only buy some respite for the wounded soldiers.
As soon as the attack was issued, a cube from the void struck from the front of the Iron Guard.
Just as he wanted to retreat, a soldier was behind him, dragging his broken body and trying his best to move backwards, trying not to drag his companion's hind legs.
"Can't be returned."
With their thoughts, the cube had already smashed firmly on the head of the leading guard.
A crack appeared in the helmet above his head, and the metal forged by Beloberg's best forging process was smashed into deformation, showing how much the person inside the helmet had been impacted.
The tall figure shook slightly, and soon stabilized his body again, raised his spear, and shouted in a hoarse voice:
"Fire!"
Shells in unison from behind skimmed over and blasted into the enemy array.
Powerful explosives threw the ground flying, and the rubble shot out in all directions.
The effect of the bombardment on the destruction of the monster horde was visible to the naked eye, and the blackened bullet marks appeared outside the door, and the enemy's offensive was temporarily stopped.
But soon, another wave of strange things swept in, even more in number and scale than before.
The offensive of shells did not stop, and they rained down on the door.
The number of cannonballs of the Iron Guard is limited, and the appearance of strange tides has no tendency to stop.
It was not until the launch port of the shell was burned red by the heat, and the pile of gunpowder under the cartridge was three feet high, and finally it could no longer be supported, and the barrel burst and could not be used.
The lady-type monster waved the staff in her hand, and the gear-shaped formation appeared behind it, and countless golden rays of light flew into the door.
"Block."
The previous soldiers could only use their flesh as a wall to block the attack.
The golden light crashed against the Iron Guard's shield, which had long been scarred, the fragments of the explosion, the melted iron, the large and small craters, the badge representing Beloberg on the shield had long been blurred, only this solid man stood here.
The storm may have knocked down the tree, but it couldn't make the man in front of him take half a step back.
And is this Storm Stander really as strong as it seems?
"Arm, I'm unconscious." The tall guard gritted his teeth, half of his face under his helmet already covered with blood.
The attack just now caused the dent in the helmet to squeeze the eyeballs, half of his vision has been lost, the blood is still flowing, every bone on his body is screaming, and even the weight of the armor is almost unable to support it.
He couldn't see what was ahead, the roar was still in his ears, the roar of monsters, the explosion of cannonballs, the pain of electricity passing through his armor to his body.
As the person in charge of today's front line, even if you take this life, you must defend this place.
"Elena... I'm sorry, I might... I can't see you. ”
In a trance, he remembered his promise a few days ago, according to the rules of the silvermane guard, he could return to the administrative district after today's patrol and enjoy a months-long rest.
A creaking fist-shaped machine appeared at the foot of the Iron Guard at some point, its red core glowing dangerously.
"Sir, stand back! It's going to explode! ”
After a period of preparation, this fist-shaped robot will self-detonate, and it is so powerful that it can blow up everything within a few meters of it, and many soldiers on the front line have died at its hands.
"Stand back? Should I step back? ”
Iron Guard's consciousness was a little blurred, and his comrade's voice was vague and clear, but he could no longer distinguish its contents.
Only your subconscious mind is telling yourself, "Run, run backwards, and no one will blame you." ”
As the highest-ranking iron guard present, he can certainly be in the rear, watching the soldiers charge forward one by one, and he can escape here safely on the grounds of asking for help from the rear.
However, the Silvermane Guard's years of training had taught him that his experience with the soldiers had taught him, and that the oath he had made in front of the Eternal Winter Monument and the walls had told him.
"I can't retreat, behind me, it's Beloberg!"
"Ahhh The figure of the Iron Guard was so small compared to the city in front of him, but as he moved forward, forward, and forward, he held the gate that divided the battlefield in front of him.
His figure is as thick as the solid walls of Beloberg for thousands of years.
The brilliance of the fate of "Preservation and Protection" blocked the endless sea of strange things out of the door, and the fist machine that blew itself up was like a small firework that was thrown out, knocked out of the door far away.
The scene was spectacular, cutting chainsaws, flying lasers, lava, cubes that cut through space, countless golden streamers, everything was blocked from the shield of this iron guard, outside the city gate.
The morale of the soldiers was greatly boosted, and they did not even care about their injuries and rushed forward to support their commanders.
Although the light of human eruption is extremely magnificent, the grand light often does not last long, only a few seconds, and traces of broken glass appear on the indestructible transparent light, and the traces quickly spread.
Shield, shattered.
The will often cannot change reality, and no matter how strong the iron guard's will is, he can no longer squeeze a trace of energy out of his body.
The unfallen body was about to fall, and within three seconds, his body would be torn apart by the strange sea in front of him, or in the strange tide that followed, he saw the eroded body turn into a monster and rush towards the city he guarded.
"No!" No, it didn't work, the soldiers were crying closer, even if their injuries were not much better, but they didn't want to see their commander captured by the enemy and see him turned into a walking dead in the next invasion.
At this critical moment, a hand lifted the iron guard that was about to fall.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
Yao Luo's figure appeared on the battlefield, his face gloomy as he looked at the enemy in front of him, but when we shifted our gaze to the behemoth against which his right hand was fighting, we could know the reason why he was late.
It was a moving gear that should have been laid at the bottom of the city, huge enough to support the entire square of the restricted area.
"That's ......" The soldier behind Yao Luo was so shocked by this unreasonable scene that his jaw almost dropped.
As a person who often patrols the restricted area, he knows very well the weight of that thing, at least hundreds of tons of progression, and it takes ten minutes to walk on the central cross square to complete the half circle of this thing!
Yao Luo, who is resisting huge things, is no longer innate with divine power that can explain it, just like seeing a person in front of him resisting a mountain, which is a category that he can no longer understand.
The black-red gravity pushed Tie Wei behind him, Yaoluo's eyes looked at the strange tide in front of him, for some reason, Yaoluo's heart was very calm, and he slowly rose into the sky, and the giant ship in his right hand was slowly raised by him, aiming at the road below.
"Die."