"It's out there, it's crazy, they're all crazy."

Gerner raised his voice and yelled at a gloomy Don Quixote in the midst of the chaotic crowd. Sweat and stains on the twisted face mixed into a murky stream.

The faces of all the mercenaries around have been transformed into a kind of numbness, the whole 1,200 sets of magic armor have been destroyed by more than 400 sets, and the rest are still 200 people in groups of take turns to go out to resist, and the cracks of the machine open and close from time to time, and there is a sound of white steam, obviously the long-term operation has far exceeded the load it bears.

Don Quixote struggled to his feet from the ground, his face twisted from the pull of the wound on his leg, but he brushed aside Vivien's support and walked tremblingly towards the chaotic doorway.

The battle outside is already in full swing, and the casualties are increasing by the hour. Failed... Twenty years ago, it was ruthlessly squeezed out of the core of power, and the last big gamble twenty years later also failed.

The old man's face was dyed with a kind of twilight loneliness, Don Quixote waved his hand weakly, but the hoarse voice came to everyone's ears unexpectedly.

"Let's go! Get out of the way! Run for your life. ”

Suddenly, the crowd of mercenaries was chaotic, and everyone had a trace of hope on their faces, and an irrepressible impulse, but because there was no one to take the lead for the time being, everyone still maintained a basic shame, and no one acted first, but it was only a matter of time before the casualties were getting bigger and bigger, and quietly, someone began to slowly retreat, driving a trace of chaotic fluctuations in the large army.

Casualties on the front line suddenly increased dramatically.

"They're no longer good!"

On the Knights' side, the adjutant's eyes lit up and he said to Lexa, who had just returned from the front line with blood and was taking a break. Obviously, the resistance on the opposite side was getting weaker and weaker, and the stubbornness of the enemy was beyond their expectations, and almost every step forward, with huge casualties, was finally waiting for their fatigue.

They all relied on a strange kind of armor, and the wave of the hand was almost devastating, and every damage to the armor was piled up with the lives of elite soldiers, and the lieutenant believed that if the other side didn't have that damn thing, it would be easy to kill them all.

"Intensify the attack!! Kill! Kill them all! Let the glory of blood be dyed back to its true color! With God watching, we have no rival! ”

Lexa obviously saw this situation as well, took a deep breath, spat out the hot waste stream in his lungs, and yelled at the soldiers in front of him.

"Fight for God!"

A burst of unifying madness should be drunk! Suddenly, the attack in front of which was already as tight as a wave became even more dense and frenzied!

There has been an irrepressible rout in the formation, and even sporadic escapes, and everyone is only maintaining their dignity with the last bit of instinct, and the situation is irreversible.

"Retreat!"

Quezas and Gna looked at each other, the same word coming to mind. Fighting hard to kill the enemy on the opposite side like maggots attached to the bones, their desperate attack has already made these two generals frightened, not to mention other ordinary mercenaries, who are still resisting now are only the mercenaries of the fifth brigade who followed Thunder Terte first.

As the team gradually retreated, everyone consciously moved their steps, and Don Quixote's figure had slowly revealed to the forefront, his old body trembling slightly in the cold wind, but he stood in place like a steel gun without the slightest movement.

"Your Excellency!"

Passing by his side, Quezas couldn't help but scream.

"Let's go! I am too old to afford to flee, so I stay here to offer my last loyalty to my lords. It's worthy of your own life. ”

Sighing, Don Quixote opened his lips hoarsely, with a helpless loneliness in his body.

Quezas hesitated for a long time, but finally did not answer anything, just quietly lowered his head and retreated, with a little guilt in his eyes.

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"What do you want to do! After abandoning his father, do you want to abandon the Split Sky? This is what you call the glory that you defend with your life?! That scoundrel believed in you and put Sky Splitter in your hands to protect it, but now you want to abandon it! Good! I, Christina Vivien, with the glory of this name, would rather stay until the last moment! ”

Vivien suddenly rushed out of the crowd behind, her blood-stained face was no longer innocent, but instead a strange majesty, and she said sharply to the retreating mercenaries.

"I, Forbes Allen, am also willing to use the glory of a man to persevere until death."

With flashing eyes, Alan followed behind his sister and stood up firmly, the young man's face was a little less impulsive and more responsible. It seemed that in an instant, the two siblings were stretched out, not for the sake of Thunder, but for the sake of their father, who had devoted his life to the Broken Heavens.

"I'm Quesas! Glory guarded with life! Willing to prove it with the last blood! ”

All of them fell silent and bowed their heads in shame. Suddenly, Quezas raised his head suddenly, there was no hesitation in his eyes, a resolute momentum emanated, he clenched the knife in his hand tightly, and stood at the front of the team again!

"Hahaha... How can you always make you handsome! Damn it! I've never lost anyone in my life! Today I even had the idea of running away! This shame must be washed away with blood! ”

Gna, who was one step behind, suddenly burst into a burst of laughter, tore off his tattered shirt, exposed his bear-like chest, and stood back directly and firmly!

The expressions of each mercenary changed, and one by one they raised their heads!

"Me! I would too... ”

"And me!"

"Damn it, fight those crazy people!"

"yes, who's afraid of whom, stab them in the ass!"

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In an instant, all the morale began to rise like crazy, and men were like that, with the surging blood and dignity, even death could not stop them. No one is born afraid of things, so why let yourself back down and blow their ass!

"Sleep on them!"

Wolf-like slogans rang out wildly in the crowd, and all of them rushed forward with green light in their eyes! Don Quixote on one side burst into tears, excitedly holding the fallen weapon, and trembling when he wanted to rush forward. But he was pulled to the rear by the passing mercenaries.

"Old thing, you can go back and rest."

"Yes, my lord, look at us and come back to show you with the victory!"

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In the unscrupulous words, there is less usual respect, and the blood of ** is rolling. Don Quixote didn't mind in the slightest, but trembled his lips and said with a smile.

"You damn little ones, okay, okay, I'll wait for you to come back victorious!"

In an instant, the weak front line was even more crazy than just now, in the face of the madman-like knights, no one was afraid anymore, but more crazy than them, at this moment they found that the enemy did not have the horror they imagined, and they could be so brave.

After the baptism of blood and shame, this team is really starting to grow.

"Great... My lord! The people on the other side are crazy, they are all crazy, they have to bite off a piece of meat with their teeth until the last moment! ”

An officer at the front line slanted his hat and ran back in embarrassment, with a ring of torn wounds on his neck, constantly sprinkling blood, and reported in a panic.

Although the lethality caused by the teeth is very limited, the momentum is too great for them, and the enemy is not a human being, it is simply a group of cunning and vicious wolves.

Resas's face changed, and he raised his hand and slapped the officer in a circle, scolding viciously.

"Fart! Only we are the strongest, we are God's chosen warriors! Follow me! Kill them all, a bunch of rats, and use blood to help them find their rightful place. ”

"Yes!"

The elite soldiers who had just retreated from the front line stood up violently one by one, shouting neatly, and all kinds of high-level fighting spirit began to permeate. They are the protagonists, they are the absolute main force, what if they are crazy, they can still only die under absolute power.

The elite cavalry led by Lexa was like a sharp arrow, tearing through all obstacles in front of it and rushing directly into the battlefield. The crazy wave of the mercenaries was actually stopped alive, and then torn apart little by little, indeed, under the absolute power, no matter how crazy they were, it didn't help.

Their swords didn't even reach the enemy's body before they were overwhelmed by the surging fighting spirit.

"Hahaha.! A bunch of waste, even dare to stand in the way of my God! Die, die! ”

Tearing a mercenary in half from his leg, the spray of blood splashed Lexshaman's body, he laughed madly, like a demon god in the abyss of hell, the mercenary in front of him was like a fragile paper man in his hands, and any madness would not help.

Although it has been stubbornly resisting, the decline is still irrepressibly revealed.

Just when the mercenaries were rolling in their last helplessness and making all preparations for the death in battle, a sharp sound that pierced the eardrums suddenly filled the entire field. A pitch-black shadow appeared in the sky like a meteor on the horizon, and rushed over in the blink of an eye, because of the ultra-high-speed movement, a crazy sonic boom was rubbed in the air, and a fluffy golden flame, and a meteorite smashed towards the direction of Lexa.

Everyone was so shocked by this sudden thing that they forgot to move, and Lexa was even more frightened, and the terrifying thing obviously smashed straight at him. What is it? Magister's Level 7 Magic Meteor Shower? It's still an eighth-level high-level magic meteorite.

But none of these speculations seem to be valid, such a terrifying power but much weaker than those high-level magic. And even if an archmage wants to perform high-level magic, it is not an easy task, a massive supply of magic crystals, countless followers to protect, an alarm-like magic steam, and finally a long time to go crazy.

Therefore, all the high-level magic of mass destruction only plays a role in conquering cities, how can it be used in such a place.

And you must know that even if a magician reaches the level of high-level magic, it only means that he can cast high-level magic without being counterattacked, and the weak magic storage of the human body does not have the ability to wave his hand casually, and the preparations to be made and the magic power to be absorbed are all crazy calculations.

Therefore, ordinary high-level magicians also use single magic to attack.