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That damn Takahashi saddle is terrible, and when I get back to El Sig City, I'm going to have to make that damn saddlemaker pay for me!' he thought indignantly.

Walking and stopping, when the sun had sunset on the horizon for the most part, the Viscount finally moved the camp gate about a mile away, and by this time the soldiers had finished the construction of the camp and began to form a loose line under the orders of the commander, ready to return to the camp to rest.

The gates of the camp had been erected, the two towering towers had been lit with torches, the three archers on each side were enough to monitor all movements inside and outside, and the three layers of log-tied horses scattered on the ground were enough to resist the charge of a cavalry of about 100 men, and these horses, like the wood that surrounded the walls of the camp, absorbed a lot of water, and were so tough and heavy that even the magician's fireballs could not ignite them at once.

After two rounds of gaze, the viscount nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that these guys' su zhì has improved a little more in recent times, and along the way, they do not choose villages, towns and cities, but completely rely on camping to rest, which is the best way for the viscount to train recruits, and the tall and full strength of the building can make them quickly adapt to the battlefield, and they also know more about the meaning of obeying orders, so that on the battlefield, they will not be simple and unmotivated peasant soldiers.

Speaking of which, I once thought that it would take at least ten years for me to try these ideas before I could make an initial attempt until I had fully gained the trust of the Duke...... I really have to thank those evil Tuminis, if it weren't for the fact that they defeated Lin Lulan, the doordog, and the barbarian groom of Urdu, maybe all the ideas of His Excellency the Viscount. It can only stay on paper, and even if it is realized, it can only be applied to the small attempt of territorial competition.

The soldiers were sweating profusely after their work, and the smell of soldiers and cattle was everywhere in the air where the dust had not yet cleared, and even the cold wind of early winter could not cover it. The slogans came and went, but in the midst of this mess, the Viscount's eyes narrowed slightly, and he drank the wine in his leather bag pleasantly, greeting each of the chiefs, and smiling comfortably—not because he had any particular preference for taste. It's just that he stubbornly believes that a person who can't be a good soldier can't be a good commander either.

After a casual look around the camp gate until he feels satisfied in all aspects, the protagonist slowly turns around and prepares to go back to continue resting for tomorrow's march. But as soon as his steps turned, he suddenly turned back.

For he suddenly noticed. The ground below your feet seems to be trembling?

What started as a very slight, barely perceptible tremor soon became a rumbling sound!

But according to the viscount's memory, there would not have been any nobleman with a cavalry of a large size within a few dozen miles of this vicinity, and in fact even if there were, they would not have appeared here, let alone moved like a charge.

The Viscount's gaze froze. Because of an incredible thing, it fell into his eyes......

That's a, what's that?

The dark red sunset in the field of vision was dyed with a strange grayish yellow color, and the sand rolled into a rolling wave, but in front of this large puff of smoke, a vague black object gradually appeared.

The thing was coming from far and near with a dull rumble—rushing towards the Viscount and his battalion! so that as the distance drew nearer, the outline of the thing began to become clearer and clearer, and the eyes of the Lord Viscount seemed to notice. It was a black thing, like a giant rhinoceros, no, a large beetle, with a metallic sheen on the outside. But it didn't see that it had legs and feet to support its movements, which was really weird

"Assemble, blow the horn!Archers!You underfed fools?Hurry up! Hurry up and shoot arrows at that monster!And the ballista?Hurry up and roll over!Wait until it's close......"

"No...... That's it, it's over if you hit it!" "Mage, go get the mages and burn that guy with fireball......s!" A sucker. Move the stakes and stop that guy! Hey, did you hear my orders?"

Feeling the slight vibration of the ground, listening to the sharp roar of the metal monster in front of him, Rasmus was a little stunned for a while, he could feel the danger of this thing in front of him, but he couldn't control his shock for a while-those terrible rumbling sounds, just one created a vibration that could rival a team of war horses, and the swarthy shadow that was more than ten feet tall was still getting bigger, it was really shocking!

It was only a brief moment of hesitation, and the thing had rushed to the front of the camp! The dark and wide shape looked like a flat box, but by this time everyone had clearly seen the metal broadsword sticking out in front of the box, and the metal roller with countless four-edged fangs behind the blade!!

The things in front of him had completely exceeded their comprehension, so the soldiers who had just gathered, as well as the captains around Rasmus, also began to panic, and the dumbfounded and screaming guys accounted for the majority. Only a handful of the most sane veteran officers began to reluctantly assemble dozens of archers and prepare to attack their opponents with arrows and spears

Unfortunately, neither the javelin nor the bow could only make a small spark in front of the huge metal, and worst of all, only after the defenders had finished shooting a round of bows and javelins. The iron creature rumbled and roared through the main entrance! The narrow trench that was not easy to dig in the winter was crossed as if it did not exist, and the huge black color occupied everyone's vision in an instant!

Click!

There was a screeching bang, and the sturdy horse was cut off by the sharp teeth! The wood fell like a straw pole, swept into the tumbling metal, and turned into crumbling crumbs with a screeching sound!

The gods are above...... What is that?

The huge coercion like a legendary monster seemed to crush the front of him! In the face of such a monster, no one could muster even the faintest courage...... Almost without hesitation, everyone is backing up. Scatter, run, run into every corner where you can hide.

The viscount was also retreating.

However, he was a little more awake at this moment, and he watched the huge monster with a rumbling sound like this. The hapless guy only had time to let out a terrible scream, as if it had been chewed and swallowed into the tumbling metal, and the minced flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and the smell of blood seemed to be so strong that it was nauseating!

This is not something that can be resisted by human power.

Rasmus stepped back. He didn't bother to tidy up the messy ranks, which were maintained by subordinate officers, and as a commander, he had more important things.

Luckily, this thing is just a brute bull, and it's not very fast. Turning is even more troublesome, as long as you find a way to contain it from both sides...... It couldn't do any damage for a while, but it didn't seem to have any other means than to ram it, and when the mages came, they could use fossils as mud......

"Avoid the front! it won't turn!"

With a plan in mind, Rasmus turned one of the rings on his hand, and the illusion turned his command into a thunderous sound. Suppress all the chaos around you at once!

"Don't bother with the tents, go around the side! you can climb up behind it......"

The Marquis shouted, ready to set an example for his soldiers, but his voice suddenly paused—a shrill hiss penetrated his shout, like the hiss of a poisonous snake that made His Excellency the Viscount look back sharply, although he didn't know what that sharp voice was, but for a moment the vigilance of a warrior made his muscles and nerves tense all over his body!

It was as if an invisible giant hand was pulling the advance of time, and all the qiē around it became slow and even stagnant in the red that spread out in the field of vision. Rasmus looked into his field of vision, and a black object fell from above his vision and plunged into a camp tent in front of him, and then a qiē around him was distorted outward, and a large cloud of orange and red rushed out of the broken tent. The black-red shards tumbled, flickered, swelled, exploded...... Stir up terrifying power, twist the air, and slash outward!

The unstoppable ring of power swept across the entire land, and countless splatters of flesh and miserable cries spread out from that trajectory!

The deafening explosion of fierceness bloomed with that flower-like fire cloud!

Then, a second high-pitched hiss!

A ball of fire, then the second, the third!

Metal, stone, and even gravel flew across every ignorant life in the explosion of this fireball, and in a terrible scream, the black shadow tore through the robes, smashed the armor, and brutally pierced the thin bodies of the soldiers, and then was engulfed in flames. The body, which was full of life just now, was soon transformed into a corpse covered with blood and flames......

Every explosion carried piles of scattered flesh and blood, flew high into the air, and then sprinkled down!

But the nightmare, however, has just begun.

Mixed in the explosion, the rumbling roar came from all directions, and the eighty tracks of twenty apocalypse vehicles crushed the rocks around the barracks, so that the earth was also "shenyin" under this real iron hoof......

Rasmus opened his eyes with a "shenyin" sound, only to feel that the color of the qiē in front of him was constantly changing, his ears were buzzing, driving a burst of soreness in his body, and his limbs seemed to be no longer his own, he struggled hard for a long time before finally pushing away a large piece of tarpaulin on his body and slowly got up.

What happened?

The thought flashed through his mind, and then he was left behind by the viscount - not because he saw the answer, but because what was in front of him had taken away his attention!

His eyes widened in disbelief as his gaze swept over the mess in front of him...... Wailing, wailing, roaring, and all sorts of strange sounds, like countless bees, cicadas, or other things, lodged in his eardrums, and the rough sand was blown into his mouth and eyes by gusts of hot wind, as if someone were pricking his face with a needle. And the choking smoke is more like suffocating people in the surrounding area. The smell of blood, smoke, and sweat mingled into a strange smell that burrowed into everyone's body like death, making them stiff...... It's as if the heart has been captured by fear!

What the hell is this...... What's going on?

Is it magic? Are there very powerful magicians here? Moreover, at least a dozen. No, more than twenty mages had just cast spells together? Seems like yes, but thankfully, the damn thing didn't do much damage, and it was still crashing into the remnants.

But. It's impossible.

The most important thing in setting up a camp is to do a good job of defending against magic, there are too many examples in history of being destroyed by magic sneak attacks and entire regiments of soldiers, but His Excellency the Viscount thought that it was impossible to repeat that mistake, and he left a blank space about a mile wide around the camp, and the archers on the arrow towers around it. It is also blessed with the protection of invisible spells, and it is even more impossible in the sky, and it is impossible for any mage to easily drill into the loophole, and even if there is really a mage who ventures to sneak in, it will be revealed quickly, let alone more than twenty such a large number!

Rubbing his head. The viscount struggled to stand up, and when he reached out and pressed his ear to stop the pesky humming, he realized that his hands were sticky and wet, and they were stained with half-coagulated blood...... Then there was a muffled bang not far away, and another storm swept by, making the viscount jump reflexively!

When the body was finally propped up, the viscount finally saw clearly what had been pressing on his body, except for a piece of cloth that had been pressed against his body. There was also a corpse.

In his more than ten years of military career, Rasmus has already killed hundreds of people with his own hands, and as for the dead people he has seen in those small battles, there are countless dead, beheaded, hanged, whipped to death, and some are simply half-cut...... There are all kinds of them.

But even so, the corpse in front of him still took on a form he had never seen before-

It's like being bitten by a terrible beast. Half of the face was gone, and the other half had been ripped off by something like a blunt object, revealing the shattered bones and muscles underneath, and the blood seemed to be running clean, abraded by the flames. The dark red and twisted flesh was pulled out of the wound one by one, faintly revealing the inside of the skull, which was stirred into a semi-fluid gray clot, wilting and staining the slightly weakened muscles, while some yellow fat was thrown everywhere from the nearby wounds, and on the still intact half of the face, one eye was still staring directly into the eyes of the viscount, as if telling the puzzle in his heart.

The strength in Rasmus seemed to return with fear, and as soon as he lifted the corpse, he jumped up, his throat squirmed, as if he wanted to vomit, but the moisture in his stomach seemed to have been dried by the flames, and his throat and esophagus squirmed violently for a few moments, and he didn't even squeeze out the slightest water, and the churning pain made him almost faint again!

Where the hell did all this goddamn magic come from?

Is it teleportation?

Shaking his head wildly, Rasmus's eyes looked over the collapsed tents and began to search for the figure of the giant steel monster, although he only saw a messy camp in flames, but he felt that his brain was active again.

On their own side, the mages who follow their own have spoken...... The viscount grinded his teeth fiercely—those damned mages, who had promised him that no one would cross the space at this time to attack, or else they would be strangled by the turbulence of that space.

But now? How do you explain these things? Could it be that these mages are not human, so they can be sent here directly with a portal? The viscount gasped, really wanted to pinch those damn lies to death one by one, only the death of their tongues could slightly ease the anger in their hearts at the moment!

Of course, although the magicians are precious props, and the nobles should not let go of the deposits, Rasmus thinks that he can still clean up those guys who can only use small spells later, but whether it is hanging them or other methods, the premise is that he must be able to survive the current crisis.

But it's hard.

As if awakened by the breath of a living person, clusters of flames rose from the collapsed tents around them! In an instant, they had already practiced into a large area! So the surviving soldiers who had fallen to the ground "shenyin" finally woke up in twos and threes, and they beat their bodies frantically, trying their best to regain consciousness in their limbs, and then ran out desperately.

The order of the army has completely collapsed in the sound of explosions, and the only thought of all the people is to escape from this hell on earth, ravaged by monsters and fire.

"Put out the fire first, you bastards!"

The tents, stakes, and even the arrows and gun shafts in the barracks are all made of wood, so to speak, this place is a narrow space densely covered with flammable materials, and once it burns, the fire will become uncontrollable.