The news of the attack on the city of New Rome soon spread to all parts of the world.

When they got the news, most people sighed that "sow melons and get melons, plant beans and get beans" or "good will be rewarded, evil will be rewarded". Some who are hostile to the infected lament that "our pillars fell before dawn when the dawn came".

Of course, there are more people laughing. It is said that the king of the kingdom of Perrant laughed and drank several bottles of wine, so drunk that he laughed and cried at the same time, and when he fell asleep, he did not forget to tell the generals to prepare early and fight a war of revenge with all the strength of the whole country.

But no matter what, only those who are well-informed can get the news.

This does not include the Slavic army not far from Zion.

They woke up in the darkness of the night, lit a campfire, and silently attacked Zion's position.

This time the battle was much more intense than during the day, and the Slavs didn't care about casualties at all, and more importantly, the night itself was an excellent cover, which greatly reduced the firepower of the Zion shooters.

A master who can shoot a hundred arrows during the day can only be seven or eight out of ten at night. As for those who can only hit seven or eight times out of ten during the day, the hit rate at night is often only two or three percent, or even less.

The hit rate of two or three percent is actually not low, if the strength of each other is equal, the hit rate of this level is enough for the defender to press the attacker to the point that he can't raise his head, and if he dares to rush hard, he will all die on the position.

However, the difference in strength between the two sides is too great!

Not only that, but the warlocks of the Slavic army, after some rest, have fully recovered. They formed a magic circle, united to cast spells, huge fireballs flew up from the ground, as long as Zion's warlocks could not intercept them at the first time, falling on Zion's position, often several lives.

This battle in the darkness of the night was a battle between human lives from the very beginning.

Of course, Pan Long also participated in the battle at the first time, brandishing a huge long knife that the engineers of Kyushu Construction had urgently produced, and rampage through the Slavic army.

The long knife is the crystallization of Kyushu's highest technology, and its structure is similar to that of the famous Blue Dragon Glaive, with a long handle made of a high-strength alloy used as a support frame for moving cities, and a blade made of a special metal mixed with psionic fragments. Relying on the hilt and the spell runes on the body of the knife, it can continuously condense mana in battle, and after a while, it will send out a huge wind blade, which can cut off several people at once.

This weapon weighs more than 3,000 catties, and ordinary people can be crushed to death by it, but it is very easy in Pan Long's hands, and even ...... He also thought it was a bit light.

It's not bad to be light, and it's more flexible to perform. But if it can be doubled, it may be more powerful.

The Slavic army sent a large number of agile masters against him, as in the daytime, and gathered a large group of warlocks in an attempt to kill him by magic. As soon as he rushed out, it had only been less than three minutes since dozens of flames shot out from all directions, completely covering him and the surrounding area.

A moment later, Pan Long rushed out of the flames, his whole body protective suit was not damaged in the slightest, the only change was that the long knife in his hand glowed with a dangerous blue-white light.

Then, a wind blade roared out, cutting seven or eight soldiers around him into two pieces, and blood flowed all over the ground.

The protective suit on his body is also specially made, claiming to be able to go up to the sky and into the earth, even if it falls into liquid helium or magma, it can last for three minutes.

With the spells of these warlocks, where can I get him!

But the Slavs were also ruthless, and this time they did not retreat, they were desperately entangled and kept casting spells.

The command center has already issued a death order, even if it is to fight him with 10,000 people, he must be nailed here, and he cannot be allowed to move at will in his own position.

They don't have time to grind slowly, and tonight they will finish their work and wipe out Zion once and for all!

As a result, the battle became more and more fierce, and the casualties on both sides were increasing rapidly.

At a height of about four or five hundred meters from the front line, the "doctor" carefully commanded, and a large number of communicators were around him, which were used to communicate with various positions at any time.

His mouth barely stopped, constantly reminding the various places to defend or retreat from positions that were about to be attacked by large spells. Under his command, the vast majority of the spells of the Slavic army did not work, and few real attacks succeeded.

But he still felt that his reaction was too slow, his speech speed was too slow, and his command efficiency was too low.

At this moment, in his eyes, countless red lines covered the entire battlefield, and every position of his side was pointed at by at least several red lines at any time.

That meant that the Slavs' attacks were non-stop, without even a second of respite.

Even if he could see the future, he would only have time to alert the Operators to the most dangerous attacks. As for ordinary attacks, there is no way at all.

Not only that, but a moment later, a deafening roar sounded in the positions of the Slavic army.

With each roar, a mountain collapsed.

It was psionic artillery, the most terrible weapon of war.

This heavy cannon is capable of extracting the energy of an entire psionic fragment in a split second, and then converting it into powerful kinetic energy, sending a cannonball wrapped in a psionic fragment to the enemy's position. When the cannonball touches the obstacle, the psionic fragments explode again, further increasing the power of the attack.

It is the true king of war, the most important weapon of the nation, which only a few of the most powerful nations in the world can make. Weaker nations and powers, such as Zion, are powerless to do anything even if they know how to make them.

The materials, industrial level, and technical force required to manufacture it...... It's a hard threshold.

Zion can also make psionic artillery, but only the kind that is light, and most importantly, the shells fired by their guns are solid, and can only deal piercing damage, and cannot explode again after hitting an enemy position, dealing more damage.

Now there are more than a dozen small psionic cannons on Zion's position, and relying on the terrain advantage, it can also inflict a lot of damage on the Slavic army.

However, in the face of the roar of the "Lord of War", their resistance is very fragile, like a child waving his fist to defeat a strong man, which is comical and ridiculous.

The "doctor" frowned a few times, and finally couldn't help but pick up a communicator.

"Mentor Xia, please move in the direction of the sixth position. There was a heavy artillery of the Slavic army there, which caused great damage to our troops. ”

"No problem!" a mad roar came from the communicator.

Immediately, Pan Long changed direction and rushed towards the heavy artillery of the Slavic army.

He fought all the way, wielding long knives, and I don't know how many Slavic soldiers were dead on the spot. Finally, he rushed to the side of the cannon, picked up his long knife and slashed down.

With a crisp sound, the long knife snapped, and the cannon, which was thicker than a man, was split in half.

"It's sturdy enough!" Pan Long sighed, and continued to wield the long knife that was only half of the length left, fighting non-stop in the rain of bullets and arrows.

Not to mention that there is still half of the blade left, even if it is all gone, this is at least a heavy alloy long stick, much stronger than the copper pillar used during the day.

Moments later, the "doctor" sent another message asking him to destroy another type of artillery.

So Pan Long killed him again, this time the Slavs stopped him more fiercely than before, and they even drove a psionic vehicle towards Pan Long, trying to kill him with the car.

The car naturally couldn't kill Pan Long, but it could knock him away.

It took him a lot of effort to overturn several cars, and as he passed by, the Slavic soldiers inside simply detonated the psionic fragments that were used as energy sources.

There was a roar, and the flames soared into the sky.

But Pan Long still walked out of the flames.

There were quite a few cracks and tears in his suit, but it was mostly intact. On the contrary, it was the explosion that dried all the blood that had been splashed on his body before, making him look much neater, no longer as hideous as a demon just now.

He rushed in front of another cannon, and this time instead of slashing with his long knife, he knocked the soldier next to him away, picked up a cannonball, and smashed it into the heavy cannon.

There was a roar, and the flames soared into the sky.

The heavy cannon collapsed, and the sturdy barrel was fine, but the gun carriage was completely scattered.

Without the gun carriage, it is impossible to use the barrel alone.

Solving the heavy artillery again, Pan Long couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh wildly.

"What about thousands of troops! Heavy artillery, automobiles...... It's all paper tigers!

At this moment, the voice of the "doctor" came from inside his helmet and headset: "Leave! The Slavic army has opened fire on you!"

Pan Long was stunned, and just as he was about to leave, several Slavic cars surrounded him on all sides, blocking his way.

There was naturally a gap between these vehicles, but the gap was not large, and it was not enough to turn the long knife in his hand. Unless he throws away the long knife, he'll either pry the cars open or be trapped in the middle.

Pan Long didn't expect the Slavs to have this trick, and he was really trapped for a while and couldn't dodge.

At that moment, a whistling sound pierced the night sky, and several shells fell on him.

In the command center of the Slavic army, all the generals were congratulating a young general.

"You've got a good idea!"

"That guy really ran to the predetermined position to get shelled by himself!"

"He's dead now!"

But it turned out that this was simply a trap.

The general used a cannon as bait to lure Pan Long to its side. Several heavy guns that had not fired were quickly aimed at this position and opened fire immediately.

If it weren't for the "doctor's" ability to predict the future, Pan Long might not even have time to react.

The roar was deafening, and the Slavic soldiers within twenty or thirty meters of the vicinity were all shaken to death, and several cars blocking his way were suddenly turned into scrap metal.

Flames soared into the air, and countless metal shards mixed in the dirt flew everywhere. I don't know how many people were hit by these fragments, screaming and falling to the ground, bleeding profusely.

Several heavy artillery guns bombarded together, and a large crater almost seven or eight meters wide and nearly two meters deep was blasted out on the ground.

There was not a single figure in the big pit, it seemed that Pan Long had been shattered by the bombardment, and he couldn't even find the wreckage.

A large number of Slavic soldiers hurried to find his body.

The officers have given the order to die, even if it is a fragment, find him!

This man's body is incredibly strong, and he doesn't know what kind of mutation method it is. Bringing his corpse back for study, maybe he can find something famous.

As long as the Slavic soldiers can have one-tenth of their physical strength, the Slavic Empire can sweep the world, even if the rest of the world unites, they can't defeat them!

On Zion's command platform, the "doctor's" eyes were red and his body trembled slightly, but he covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

He couldn't let the news leak out, otherwise the morale of the army would be weakened, and this battle would be lost.

At this moment, at the bottom of the pit, there was a roar like a beast.

Pan Long pushed away the dirt above his head and got up.

His protective suit was gone, his whole body was not an inch, his hair and eyebrows were blown up, his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth were ...... It's all bleeding.

At this moment, he could not see, hear, or smell, and even the balance of his body could not be mastered, and he stood on the ground crookedly, almost falling.

Several heavy artillery pieces bombarded together, leaving him seriously wounded.

But this serious injury also made him suddenly alert.

He let out a frantic roar, and a black aura rose from his body that was thicker than the night.

The power of the earth evil that remained in the body after quenching was completely stimulated under the persecution of the life and death crisis.

The breath of the earth spread to the surroundings, and the Slavic soldiers only inhaled a little, and they felt their internal organs fall heavily. They rolled on the ground in pain, but instead of alleviating the pain, they inhaled more of the earth's evil because of the pain.

In just a few seconds, the Slavic soldiers who were close to the pit died in agony.

And Pan Long, who was completely in a frenzy, roared and rushed out, subconsciously rushing in the direction with the most enemies.

He was left with only the beastly fighting instinct, and had long forgotten to use his weapon, relying only on his hands. But his hands were stronger and sharper than any other force, tearing them in half wherever he went, both human and metal.

Like a wild beast, he kept rushing towards the places where the Slavic army had gathered, and everywhere he passed was rivers of blood, all torn corpses.

Without the restriction of weapons, he ran faster.

In the darkness of the night, the humanoid beast raged in the Slavic army's positions like a tornado, and each position was rushed by him for a moment, and then directly collapsed.

Needless to say, the soldiers who were not attacked by him were not lucky - the earth demon kept overflowing from his mouth and nose, although it was very faint, but it was still deadly poison for ordinary people who lacked protection.

As soon as they inhaled a little bit of shaking, the soldiers felt a sharp pain in their internal organs.

They weren't even as good as the ones who had died before, after all, those people had sucked in more demons and died faster.

And these soldiers, who had sucked in a little bit of the earth, were tormented in pain. They fell to the ground and rolled and screamed, but to no avail.

The soldiers who knew how to heal tried to save them, but the spells didn't work very well for them.

Spells that detoxify are rare, and spells that can dissolve the corrosive nature of the earth's evil are even rarer.

The result of medical treatment is only to make these soldiers suffer longer in pain.

They don't know how to quench their bodies and refine their methods, what awaits them is only to be eroded by the earth demons, and finally die in pain.

At this moment, Pan Long is like a fierce beast that has broken out of the cage, and it is unstoppable!