"boom--"

Slender fingers pulled the trigger.

The huge sound echoed above the wilderness, as if the heaven and earth were shaking at this moment.

The young man who pulled the trigger looked forward with excitement and a hint of fear in his eyes.

The bullet collided with the armor surface of the heavy-armored magic-patterned knight, making a violent sound, clear and shocking. Under such a strong driving force, there was no chance of buffering, and it directly overturned the heavy-armored magic-patterned warrior backward.

past!

Various magic shield effects flickered on the surface of the armor, shining like tiny stars. The magic shields surging between the light and shadow surged up layer by layer, shaking the mountains and the earth.

However, all these shields combined could not stop that small bullet!

There was no time to react, and the heavy armor was suddenly penetrated.

At the same time, the seemingly indestructible warrior with heavy armor groaned, obviously in extreme pain.

"Is it useful? Is it useful?!" The officer in military uniform next to the boy couldn't help but scolded him just now. He felt that this little bastard couldn't keep his temper. The order from above hadn't even been issued yet, so he buttoned the button with trembling hands.

He pulled the trigger. But when the bullet had been fired and there was no way it could be recovered anyway, he showed a more excited and expectant look than the boy who fired the gun. He craned his neck and looked over anxiously.

The invasion of Oskarna's army was indeed very sudden. It was a near-destroying disaster for almost all other regions. Especially the ones who took the lead in almost every opened door of gods and demons were actually

Such a visually stunning heavy armored warrior!

The cost of making heavy armor with magic patterns is extremely high. Even in the army, it is usually used as a trump card. In the Modian continent, only the personal guards of the Duke's Palace will have a small group of heavy armor warriors with magic patterns. Even

Even the poorer Duke's Palace can't afford a few of them. However, these Oscans are led by seemingly indestructible heavy-armored warriors with magic patterns!

Absolutely, doesn’t it seem like the Demon Pattern Heavy Armor is free of charge?

Is this someone with a lot of money? Is it inhumane? Even if you Oscans are not short of money, you won't waste it like this, right?

Cries and wailings resounded throughout the land, and the bright red blood also dyed countless lands and streets red. But after the initial panic and screaming, the Mordians, who had always been brave and militant, became more powerful than the Oskars.

A counterattack was organized even faster than expected!

The official response and the speed of organization are on the one hand, but for the Oscan people who respect etiquette and "peace", the most unimaginable thing for them is that among these Modians... there are so many warriors!

If you want to become a magician, there is naturally a threshold. Not everyone can feel the magical elements surging between heaven and earth. But as a warrior, practice has always made perfect. As long as you are willing to endure hardships and persevere, God will reward your hard work.

Below, everyone can reach the threshold of a first-level warrior!

The warlike Modians are simply born warriors.

——In other words, the Mordians are so terrifying per capita warriors!

It was these ordinary people on the Modian continent who organized the first batch of counterattacks...or in other words, the ones who naturally started to counterattack without any organization.

Some of them are helpers of street vendors, some are walking in a hurry and dressed in formal suits, and they look like they are going to an important banquet. There are also girls holding flowers in their hands, who look like they have just finished a date with their sweetheart.

Walking home with a smile on her face and gentle eyes.

However, at this moment, they are nothing, all of them have only one identity.

——Fighters who defend their homeland.

Not only those young adults, but also many children who looked thin and young, actually took out various weapons suitable for their age and body type from home! There was no intention of shrinking back!

Maybe they couldn't withstand a single blow from the heavily armored magic pattern warriors, or even touch the hem of those magicians, but none of them were afraid, and none of them took a step back!

They are not afraid of death.

Not for anything else, because behind them is their home.

Almost everyone is involved in this battle. A strong enough army may be able to suppress the vast majority of resistance for a while, but it will never be able to become the enemy of all the people.

The Oskars were shocked to find that the fighting power of these Mordian girls was also astonishingly terrifying, and they could not be slighted at all because of their gender. Sometimes, even seemingly slender and thin girls suddenly appeared.

Even young children have strong fighting power!

Are these Modians... fucking monsters?

The number of heavy-armored demon-patterned warriors was limited after all. After being shocked, most of Oskarna's army were only third-level and fourth-level warriors, and the Mordians obviously found the position of each one very quickly.

——They can’t handle heavy armor, but they can compete with these level three and level four warriors!

And they also know clearly that no matter how the Dukes and Earls of the region behave in normal times, they will never abandon them at this moment of fate and life and death. Even if the nobles are unreliable, there are still the Magicians Association and

The Warriors Association is here!

Just when all the regions were caught in such an unexpected battle to defend their positions, only a few regions had different styles of painting from other places.

One of them is the two major regions of East Wolf and South Wolf.

Werewolves usually have no place to release their brute force. Morality and legality have firmly imprisoned and restrained them. If they can't control their nature, they will be taken directly to a small dark room, and then sent to a specialized

The disciplinary team held dizzying educational study classes for three days and nights.

I usually have a very repressed nature, but now I suddenly saw a bastard who appeared out of nowhere and wanted to demolish the house. The werewolves screamed strangely, thinking that this opportunity is rare, and if I don't seize this opportunity, I will do it well.

Don't hold it back when you want to vent. So without giving anyone the slightest preparation, they transformed into beasts directly on the street!

So the civilized Oscans stared dumbfoundedly at the originally well-dressed young man who tore his clothes, his handsome face was suddenly covered with wolf hair, his eyes glowed with a strange green light of excitement, and he approached them with a smile; his manners were gentle and elegant.

The noble lady looked up to the sky and screamed, tearing off the pearls and gems from her body. Her body suddenly burst through the precious taffeta dress, and her beautifully maintained hands turned into deadly claws!

In an instant, the Oskars found themselves surrounded by werewolves with excited eyes that said, "Come on, don't run and fight! Whoever runs will be the bastard!"

They even heard some strange sounds floating in the wind from afar.

For example, "Where? Where can we fight? Slow down and wait for me!!", "It's been five hundred years, I can finally have a good fight!" "Hurry up, hurry up, don't go to sleep, get up quickly, I

I just heard that you can fight on the streets in Xicheng District. I’m so numb to you, hey guys, don’t miss it if you’re passing by!”

Oscan:......???

Just very confused and desperate.

Can you give us some face? You guys are really wild.

In addition to these two regions, the situation is even stranger - the Oskarna army in the Hyjal region.

They had just come out of the Gate of Gods and Demons, and before they had time to react, they looked up and saw the messy flares in the sky. They raised their eyebrows, thinking that this was because this area was more alert, and they probably had feedback from other areas.

There was no difference in the mission situation. As a result, when we were about to start the scheduled mission, troops who had obviously been prepared appeared in dense numbers.

The Oskars sneered, and the magic-patterned heavy-armored warriors advanced boldly, blocking the front in a row, with all kinds of magic radiance flashing, obviously hoping to intimidate and threaten the Modians in this way.

When the two armies fight, the most important thing is momentum. As long as momentum wins, then more than half of the war will be won.

Then they saw that this group of people wearing the uniforms of the Hyjal Region army not only did not show any fear towards the magic pattern heavy armor warriors, but after a short period of restlessness, they all took out a strange weapon.

The thing, with a serious and nonchalant expression, pointed its black nozzle at them.

Oscans:?

Is this some kind of primitive ritual of the Modian people? It's the kind in the legend, where they take out a strange thing and dance a war dance before fighting.

Just when they were confused by this series of operations, they were about to complain a few more words in their hearts. Unexpectedly, suddenly, a sound they had never heard before suddenly sounded out of the blue.

"It's hit! It's hit!" The young man who pulled the trigger was so excited that he was a little incoherent: "Useful captain! Look at him, he turned over! Not only did he turn over, but it also started to smoke!"

"Is the Yemir gun powerful, or is the magic-patterned heavy armor warrior vulnerable?" Someone beside him couldn't help but murmured: "I saved bullets during training and didn't even fire a gun. Is it so strong in the end?"

"I have eighteen rounds of bullets. I just counted the magic pattern warriors on the opposite side. There are only twenty in total." Someone else quickly started doing arithmetic problems, clasped his fingers and said excitedly: "We have a gun in our hand.

One hundred people, the total adds up to 1,800 rounds of ammunition."

These words fell into the ears of almost everyone.

One thousand eight hundred rounds of bullets, what is the concept?

The warriors in the Hyjal Region gave each other a look that was mixed with anxiety and excitement, and all of these eyes were conveying one thought:

You shoot, I shoot, the heavy armor turns into a sieve in minutes!

This Yemir gun is really... powerful!!!

"Then... shoot, captain?" At this time, a female voice asked tremblingly and excitedly.

Standing next to him is the heavily armed Captain Lewis. This elite captain of the Duke's patrol team was sent to the front line very early. As one of the first people to use the Yemir gun, he realized it earlier than others.

This new type of weapon is so powerful.

But no matter how imaginative he was, he never thought that this thing could actually cause damage to heavy armor!

He glanced sideways at Sarah beside him, calmly took a half step forward, and protected the girl behind him, and then ordered in a deep voice: "Everyone is ready -"

"shooting!"

The sound of countless triggers being pulled was one continuous line. Before the Oskars could recover from the shock of being knocked down by the strange thing in the hands of the Modians, they felt the overwhelming sound amidst the deafening sound.

murderous look!

An ominous premonition enveloped the entire army, and those who had been fighting high just now panicked. Some of them felt something intuitively and turned around to escape, but it was too late. The bullet was too fast, piercing the wind and shooting straight.

Come. They want to escape, but their speed is still too slow compared to the bullets.

He only had time to turn around!

The sound of the bullet sinking into flesh and blood was heard together with the scream, and blood spattered on the Modian continent, but this time, the blood that flowed out was the blood of the Oskars.
To be continued...