"It's a diseased demon!" A friend's warning came from the roof of the small building on one side: "Aristotle Avenue! Commander!"

"I get it!" Climbing out of the trench composed of garbage, gravel, floating soil and furniture, Marceau glanced at the hot new Eden fighting on the opposite side and on his side. Ingmar Ron's battle flag has been flying across the opposite side since the beginning.

Turning around, Marceau clapped his hands at the commander in this section: "People who are optimistic about each other, if they dare to rush over, move the gun down and back to their original position."

"No problem, boss." The kitten nodded vigorously.

So Marceau jumped to the track car parked beside him, and the four track carts led the kitten from the reverse speed reaction team and the grassland elves toward the Aristotle Avenue on the east side.

About half an hour ago, several new Eden dwarfs led a small team of prisoners of war through the line of fire, bringing a message from the Ingmar Ron team. These new Edens bluntly talked about their predicament and said that they had no intention of fighting with Marceau, but out of mutual help, Marceau needed to cooperate.

So the players in this trench ushered in the best days. Both sides raised the guns with a close understanding, so while the gunshots were loud, basically no one would be hurt.

But there is different on the Aristotle Avenue. There are the natives of New Eden as the main force, and almost no one in the player troops assigned there dares to disobey, so the battle is very tragic.

The closer to the defense line on Aristotle Avenue, the louder the guns and shouts of killing were. The tracked convoy where Marceau was located stopped in front of the corner of the street. The cat led the team to the corner. The cat poked out half of his face: "Amberke!"

"Go to the damn code! Commander, if you don't come to the defense line, you will be broken!"

Well, Marceau had already heard the wailing sounds from the commander of this line of defense, rolled his eyes, Marceau transformed himself into earth elements, put on exoskeleton-like armor, hung the flamethrower backpack handed over by the grassland elves on the hook groove on the back of the armor, and then locked the jet barrel on the right arm guard, and a cat took the kitten and the grassland elves out of the corner first.

A large group of ill demons had already broken through the defense line on this side of Marceau. Looking at these demons who had forgiven green all over their bodies, Marceau lit a fire for the gun nozzle of the flamethrower, and then started... barbecue!

The sacred fire-breathing fuel is deadly to any undead, and these holy flames directly swallow these undead.

A kitten pushed a heavy shield with pulleys to block the bullets fired from the flanks for Marceau. Several bullets hit the armor through the gaps, but there was no effect. This heavy armor with pure gold was like a natural barrier for ordinary enchanted ammunition.

Faced with the firepower of the new Eden, Marceau raised the blaster in his left hand - this is a heavy musket just made in the Grassland Elf Workshop. It uses a large magazine of twenty rounds, semi-automatic, and uses a 20mm special grenade warhead with a safety. It is a solid weight when flying less than ten meters. After flying ten meters, its safety will be untied, and then until it hits something, the warhead of this "bullet" will explode. At least thirty grams of blessing charge and at least forty-eight precast silver-infiltrated pieces will destroy all the monsters and monsters on their route.

Generally speaking, the kill radius is about five meters, but there are also kill records of seven to eight meters on the test field.

In terms of range, the flat-fire ballistic within forty yards and the arc ballistic within eighty yards, with a maximum range of 120 yards. However, usually, the spread will reach a scatter of 60 centimeters after 100 yards. However, considering its killing radius, this accuracy defect cannot be calculated.

This weapon was originally used for the prairie elves to be placed on the bracket behind the track truck, but the target of the track truck was too obvious under such combat conditions, and the air force of New Eden might come to force the demolition. With the current air cover of the East Continent, it would be better to just let Marceau hold it in his hand.

So the new Eden on the opposite side was in trouble. He just followed the diseased demons and rushed across the defense line, but a killer god came towards him. The sacred flamethrower in his right hand was equal, and the left hand blasting arrow gun swept everything. The only problem was that one shot seemed to be high and fell into the melee zone. While sweeping across the board, there was also a wail of "Ceasefire! It's a friendly army".

Of course, no one will come to look for the murderer. After all, this wave of grenades killed at least two hundred enemies, and fell to the ground and wailed twice as much as the dead. While solving the dilemma of the East Continent players being surrounded, the reinforcements that followed had already formed a group with the New Eden. Both sides were venting their energy on both sides of the street. Marceau stopped after squirting several fires. The grassland elf preparation team that followed him immediately replaced the empty oil tank and filled it all.

The cat stood up, and in the rain of bullets, sprayed a fan at the plague demon that was coming to his face, and the strong smell of roasted barbecue came with the wind.

"I never want to have barbecue anymore!" The kitten screamed in despair behind him.

Marceau curled his lips, he couldn't stand the smell? If you were asked to go to the large morgue of Roland Vado, I wonder if you could still bear it.

Roland Wadder was not the most terrifying thing. Before that, Ashbey's Purgatory Battle and Sadom's Blood Bridge were all battles that made the large battles shed blood for them. Hundreds of thousands of Aboriginal warriors were killed, and more players were sprinkled with blood on the front line. Some people said that compared with them, other battles were as small as the pain on the eve of the Industrial Revolution.

Walking through the streets of burning fire, spraying flames at the New Eden infantry that was pressing on the subsequent press, the cat who put down his helmet and armor noticed that the new Eden goblins entered the field. These little dots covered with explosives rushed towards the defense line like mad dogs. Before there was enough time to issue an alarm, Marceau directly used the blaster in his hand to shoot out the remaining six grenades at the more than ten goblins, but two goblins still broke through the barrage.

A goblin wanted to jump over the trench, but a grassland elf's little hand stretched out from the trench, grabbed the goblin's legs, dragged it into the trench, and the next second, the rainy mist spread all over the sky.

Another goblin jumped over the trench, but the next second, a dwarf jumped out of the fox pit, knocked the grenade on the helmet to unlock the security, and then put it on his chest to knock the goblin to the ground. The goblin screamed, but was soon bitten by the dwarf.

This time, the violent explosion directly overturned the nearby people to the ground.

Marceau was silent for a moment, watching the dwarf wearing a large number of fish-fried tools rushing into the crowd of New Eden with a crazily laugh; watching the warrior blocking the bayonets that stabbed at his companions with his body, watching the grassland elves hit the enemy with their bullets, and also to see the defenders engulfed by the flame explosion technique dropped by New Eden's combat mage.

The flames erupted from the cat's arms, sweeping the attack waves of the New Eden; dropped the bombardment gun that was hit by the empty lance, raised the long sword in his left hand, and beheaded the New Eden who rushed to him; then swung his right hand and slapped the dagger that stabbed him into the mud and the halfling into the ground.

Then he raised his hand again, and the continuous flames ignited the new Eden in front of him again, knocking away the ignited person who was pounced on him, dragging the big shield that stopped because he lost the propeller to him, and Marceau knelt down again: "Change the can!"

The elves of the grassland rushed over with the cart. Some propellers were brought down by the stray bullets and were silent in a pool of blood. Some coverers knelt beside them and exchanged fire with the enemies who had climbed over the ruins. Some kittens took the lead in holding the can that was shot into their arms, and then rushed towards the enemy with great strides.

After the empty can was untied, Marceau put it in front of the coverer.

The cat turned a corner to make it easier for the grassland elves to load the new can.

The helmet was patted, and Marceau stood up, looked at the continuous flames that exploded in front of him, waved his right hand, and the sprayed flames engulfed the new Eden who had just crossed the ruins.

A big guy howled and rushed over the fire wall, and the giant sword raised high rushed straight towards Marceau. The cat raised the long sword flat and watched the giant sword meet and meet, until the sword body was cut by the blade and let the broken sword body hit the helmet. Marceau pushed the long sword into the big guy's chest and pushed it hard until it overthrew him to the ground.

Raise your feet and stomp the giant's head.

"For Ambroke!" A neat shout came from behind. Marso turned his head and saw reinforcements appearing in the street behind him.

Maybe there are differences in size in the battle, maybe there are differences in the number of victims, but we are all warriors, and no one will be greater than anyone else.

Take a step forward and face the enemy that appears again in your sight.
Chapter completed!