Albert Mannan stood in the defense line of the bridge, and the young Aboriginal people felt like the 'osplay enthusiast' in the mouth of a foreigner for the first time

Although he didn't know what the word means or whether it was a profession, it could be recognized from their eyes that this was definitely not a profession that could turn the tide.

The new Eden's charge wave was destroyed by the artillery fire projected by the airships in the sky. In Albert's eyes, even the duke's personal guards could not be blocked. However, the airship of the foreigner and the limbs and souls scattered in the air in the air told Albert with the fact that the little lady of the Dane family was right, times have changed... The end of the war can no longer be changed with courage.

His servants had long lost their previous arrogance. To this day, large-scale hand-to-hand combat was still erupting on the front line. The opponents in the regiments used all possible methods to send the opponent into the ground. The bayonet battle with the white knife in the red knife scared the servants. They had no martial arts or swordsmanship. They only had extreme indifference to each other's lives. They had close-range guns and stings, and every second they lost in teams, which even drove the courage of the servants into hell.

Here, the martial arts that the indigenous people are proud of are destroyed by reality, and the impact of the gravity crossbow on the knight is even more severe. A bullet can end the decades of efforts of a knight attendant or even a knight within hundreds of yards.

At this moment, Albert saw a team of new Edens breaking through the defense line. They howled, as if cheering, but the next moment, Albert saw the grassland elves who had originally used muskets in the trenches stood up, replaced them with thick tube shotguns, projected with these new Edens, and then approached, and finally blocked the gap with bayonets and bullets.

Before Albert could breathe a sigh of relief, another period on the front was broken by the New Edens. This time, a grassland elves raised the battle flag, and her sharp voice exposed her gender. Around her, a large number of similar people were gathering.

For some reason, Albert pulled out the long sword at his waist. For some reason, the young man stood beside the girls. For some reason, the young knight kissed the ring on his finger.

I only remember a foreigner said that the sky fell and there was a tall man holding on.

His servants did not disappoint him. Although some people looked desperate, some wrote fear on their faces, and some were constantly shouting the surnames of the gods he believed in, but at this moment, when the crowd of charge and counterattack collided, when the sword split the enemy in front of him, when the long sword bounced the long blade with the plate armor arm bouncing away, when someone around him was shot and fell down wailingly, and when the combat boats of foreigners flew over from a low altitude and threw alchemy into the sea of ​​fire, none of the servants of the Manan family were cowards.

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How many times has this the new Eden rushed?

Marceau had long forgotten that he mechanically waved the long sword, and the earth-like cat slashed the crown lord in front of him. New Eden retained the crown lord's path to advancement and was the most powerful commander to advance.

Even though the battle group they were in had suffered heavy losses, the remaining soldiers of New Eden were still shouting and rushing towards the defense line. Behind them, wave offensives of teams of New Eden were approaching under the care of the firepower line composed of artillery and muskets.

The spell position and divine energy had been used up. The kittens who followed him had already died at the beginning, and even the battle flag was gone. However, wave after wave of kittens from unknown family fought at the front of the defense line, until the last member died. But in a flash, a new team followed him. These kittens with different accents and appearances were different. Even the kittens with various flags entrust their lives to the Highness in their eyes.

Cut the enemy in front of him in half, Marceau pulled out the musket from his waist, hugged the fire at the spear that was poking the kitten, then held the musket inverted, and used it to knock the head of the dwarf beside him.

The broken musket was discarded, and the long sword flew over a distance, nailing the enemy who wanted to attack the kitten. Marceau caught the swing of the nail hammer with his empty hand, and his free right punch turned the attacker's entire face into a past time.

A spear with the special effect of annihilation and expulsion came, but the owner of the spear was stabbed to the ground by the kitten rescued by Marceau. Marceau broke the wooden handle of the spear and stabbed the sharp spear into the human neck that was pinching the kitten's neck. He had no time to snatch it. Marceau stretched out his hand and grabbed another half-length person who stabbed the kitten with a dagger and slapped it hard on its companion.

He stretched out his hand and dragged the kitten back two steps, then turned around and blocked the spear that was stabbed with his chest. The spear with the expulsion special effect made the cat almost kick out of the main plane. At this moment, a small hand grabbed Marceau's arm, and then the seriously injured kitten rushed towards the spearman, biting his neck like a beast, and tearing it down until Marceau pulled out the spear and stretched out his hand to drag the kitten away, but found that she no longer had any movement.

Holding the spear upside down and nailing the spearman with still aura to the ground, Marceau picked up an obsidian sword from the ground, slapped the last sacred weapon on its sword, defeating the remaining soldiers of New Eden, humans, elves, kittens and grassland elves gathered behind Marceau. A wall of earth rose from both sides of Marceau, lowered his head, felt the bullets landing on him, and felt the musketeers who were already on the ground fired a no longer neat rogue gun, until the line of troops of New Eden approached again, Marceau turned around and took the long sword that a kitten retrieved for him, and handed him the obsidian sword.

"This is my heirloom." The kitten smiled, his cut-out corners of his mouth were covered with dirty blood.

"Next time I'll let the girls make you a better guy." Marceau finished speaking, taking the short double-tube shotgun handed over by another prairie elves.

Almost all players in the first row have obtained such a guy.

"Twenty yards left!"

"For Roland Wador!" As the new Eden approached, the howling cat took the lead and moved forward to the new Eden. Behind him, the footsteps were mixed, but there was no trace of cowardice.
Chapter completed!