Under the icy black night, outside the Broken Beach, the icy fog has enveloped the sea. The power from another world is diffused on this lonely sea. The cold wind of the spiritual world roars to block the escape route.
The long and deserted Broken Beach has been completely transformed into a war cage.
Victory or death... there is no third way out.
"The power of the legion...no one can stop it! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Under the huge crushing force, the barren earth shook. The violent abyss lord waved his halberd. The dark green evil fire burned on the ferocious body of this giant beast. Its vicious eyes stared at the undead in front of it.
Position, just like it had done countless times before, it charged with all its strength like a terrifying prehistoric mammoth, and the earth trembled under its charge. It tried to use its brute force to completely destroy these stupid natives.
Behind it, thousands of demon guards were also holding weapons tightly, following the brave charge of their own warlords. In the past countless years, they had destroyed world after world with cruel and barbaric charges, no matter what was in their way.
Whatever species is in front of them, no matter what kind of will they uphold, they will eventually be ruthlessly crushed by the legion!
Legion, we must win!
"Clear the position!"
Death Lord Saurfang whispered. Behind him, the safes of 15 "Hellfire" rapid-fire cannons placed on the simple position were opened, and 10 high elf death knights who were proficient in shooting were like their commanders.
Indifferently, he pointed the muzzle at the helpless demonic barbarian in front of him. Amidst the buzzing sound of the motor made with slightly weird fantasy technology, the six black muzzles fixed together began to run rapidly.
"Shua"
Seeing the violent demon rushing into the position 1,000 meters away, a low thunder sounded on the Dark Blade position, and a silver-white lightning storm, just like the intertwined silver sickle in the night, at the moment of firing,
A barrage of death was opened outside the position.
In just the blink of an eye, hundreds of green blood flowers burst out on the rough and fleshy Abyss Lord's skin, and beside it, the bravest demon guards who followed it in the charge were like invisible fists.
Smashing it hard on the body, the bodies of the first row of demons exploded crazily under the ravage of the holy silver bullets. Plasma and minced meat were scattered in the demon formation. The first batch of dead demons even had their whole bodies intact.
None of them could stay.
Driven by the terrifying kinetic energy, large-caliber bullets can easily tear apart anything in the way as long as they come into contact with the demon's flesh and blood. Not to mention that these bullets are specially designed for this battle and are adulterated.
A trace amount of holy silver makes these cute gadgets several times more lethal to demons.
"Bang bang bang bang"
Pungent smoke rose on this deserted beach, and the thunderous bullet storm lasted for less than 10 seconds. It stopped under the orders of the high-level death knights. In front of the death knights' positions, following the abyss lord
The thousands of charging demons had completely collapsed, because their violent demon governor, the powerful and arrogant abyss lord, was torn apart by half of the body of the intertwined metal storm.
One-third of its body was beaten into a sieve by the Holy Silver Bullet, like a sharp file, completely tearing apart the dragon-like wings on its back, and its thick front hooves were beaten into twisted shapes.
Meat Sauce, it's such a pity that it can no longer enjoy the fun of charging...
"ah!"
The Abyss Lord, who was paralyzed on the smelly battlefield of flesh and blood, looked at the undead camp standing like a mountain 400 yards away. It looked at the Death Lord who was riding on the horse and stared at it indifferently, that despicable orc. It could feel
, the contempt and contempt shining in the cold eyes of the orc made the violent demon unable to bear it anymore. It used its halberd to prop up its torn body, and it roared...
"Let's die together!"
In the roar of the abyss lord, the high-level demon's innate skills were activated, and three flaming dark green meteorites were pulled from the cracked sky and roared towards the position in front of them. At this distance, these damn undead
There's no way to avoid it.
The triangular vicious eyes of the seriously injured Abyss Lord sparkled with the joy of revenge. Even if it meant death, it would pull these bastards who did not know life or death to pieces together!
But Safarul didn't even look at the three huge meteorites falling rapidly in the sky. He pulled the cold horse's reins, and the nightmare beast with purple flames burning on its crotch legs carried his knight across the road full of flesh and blood.
On the battlefield, he passed by the dying Abyss Lord, without even making a move to kill it completely, just like passing by a rat that was not worthy of attention at all.
The silent undead army followed Saurfang and quickly pounced on another demon army surrounded by endless undead. The death knights drove their horses, and the black broken blade flags fluttered in the wind.
At the rear of the Spirit Legion, two high-level death knights seemed to have received orders. They left the position with black battle axes, and approached the Abyss Lord who was struggling to hold on, one on the left and the other on the right.
At the moment they waved their axes, further away, in the cold sea of clouds and mist, the undead fleet rising from the sunless sea quietly stagnated on the sea, and the heavy artillery fired at the undead gunners.
Point to the sky under control.
"Boom"
Amidst the low sound of shelling, hundreds of purple cannonballs containing the energy of death tore through the fog and darkness, smashing into the Broken Beach that was completely enveloped by the flames of war. Three roaring dark green meteorites that fell from the dark sky were hit.
, shattered into millions of fragments in the next moment, roaring across the sky and earth filled with gunpowder smoke.
And in that flash of purple light, the figure of Admiral Dai Lin standing alone on the flagship was illuminated in the dark night. He stood like a statue on the deck of the sea beast-like King Power.
, he calmly looked at the narrow beach in front of him. He could hear the roars, shouts and roars of the demons who were attacked by the Dark Blade Chapter. He could see the deep murderous intent all over the beach, and he
and his fleet were also part of this massacre.
Frankly speaking, Dai Lin does not hate this kind of massacre, especially when the targets of the massacre are these disgusting demons.
"Shua"
Dai Lin, who was like a sculpture, slowly raised his left hand. On the sunless sea behind him, a fleet of 75 ghost warships of various types seemed to have received a unified order at this moment. 1,800 ships were modified.
The passing undead cannon raised its muzzle under the control of the dead undead sailors. The friction sound of steel and wood was like a weird chewing sound in the fog, like a giant beast rushing out of the fog, trying to kill it.
Swallow everything in sight completely.
"The demons are still resisting. They cannot accept the fate of being slaughtered. They resist this fate..."
Dai Lin whispered in the cold dark sea breeze:
"Let them accept it..."
"Shua"
Dai Lin's left hand waved downwards like a knife. The next moment, 1,800 necromancy cannons opened fire. The cannonballs wrapped in purple death energy burst out like a purple rainbow in the darkness. At this moment, the fog shrouded the lightless world.
The sea was completely illuminated, and Dai Lin's figure was also illuminated. His shadow stretched long on the dark sea.
"Boom boom boom boom boom"
A few seconds later, on the battlefield in the center of Broken Beach in the distance, bursts of explosive flames shot into the sky. A salvo from the Necron fleet set off a scene like a land bombing on the narrow island, and Necrocannon shells fell to the ground.
The subsequent explosion covered almost two-thirds of the island, and the fire that burst out almost instantly was like the scorching sun falling to the ground, completely dispelling the night on the Broken Beach at this moment.
Then came the second round of shelling, the third round, the fourth round...
It was not until 10 minutes later that the last round of dazzling light dissipated. On the lightless sea, Dai Lin's lonely back returned to the mist. He had lost interest in this war of annihilation.
"Nothing to see anymore."
"Dead Sea fleet, hunting formations, free fire... send these demons... to our hell."
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"Ahem"
The tyrant Haveli climbed up from the hell-like battlefield with difficulty. She supported her body with her war hammer, stretched out her hand with difficulty, and removed the armor that had been completely melted by the undead's 7-round cannon from her body.
Tear it off and throw it aside.
Haveli breathed heavily as more than 10,000 Necrocannon shells plowed the narrow Broken Beach several times. Almost all the air on the beach was burned away by the flames when the shells exploded and burned. A big devil like her
She doesn't need air to live, but as a former Eredar, breathing is a habit for her. But at this time, in this anxious battlefield hell, every breath she takes in is not only rich but pungent.
Apart from the gunpowder smoke in his nose, there was only the nauseating smell of blood and barbecue.
She looked back and saw that the surrounding ground was covered with demon corpses. The powerful abyss lord was torn into more than a dozen pieces by the endless explosions, and the noisy demon imps were completely evaporated.
Only a desolate base was left in the energy tower. Further away, only 6 of the 24 legion portals built by the eredar warlocks were left, and under her feet was the head of a fel lord.
There was still a trace of fear on the face under this ferocious demon battle helmet.
It was the panic of death, its body had disappeared...perhaps completely annihilated in the first round of shelling.
Haveli stood alone on the ground after these seven rounds of shelling. She was a little dazed. As the commander of the Burning Legion, the cruel strategic thinking left her brain at this moment, like a child knocked unconscious by a stick.
It was not that she could not accept the legion's failure, but a failure like this was something she had never seen in her wildest nightmares.
The place where Haveli was standing was a towering hillside more than ten minutes ago, but now, this place is as flat as other places.
The tyrant held the warhammer, and she looked at the battlefield farther away. The blasted demon corpses were like a disgusting blanket of flesh and blood, covering everywhere she could see. And this originally dead beach, now
It was more like the surface of the moon, covered with large and small craters.
Some powerful demons, who either escaped in advance or were very lucky, escaped the disaster that fell from the sky like Haveli. At this time, like Haveli, they stood up from the battlefield strewn with corpses, feeling helpless.
He stared blankly at the hell scene around him, with a blank expression that didn't look like a demon at all, but more like those frightened mortal beings.
The former massacres and destroyers changed their identities on this night and became the massacred. This change was difficult for them to accept. What was even more difficult for them to accept was that after these seven rounds of shelling, the people who had been sent before were
Only half of the demons on the Broken Shore were left...at least half of the demons were unprepared and were sent into the burning hell by the cannonballs of the Dark Blade.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The low horn sound awakened Haveli at this moment. The tyrant of the Burning Legion felt a cold malice appear on the scorched battlefield. The experience of long-term war made her instinctively tighten the weapon in her hand.
Dragging her left leg that had been torn apart by shrapnel, she struggled to climb onto the ruins of the Fel Energy Tower behind her. The tyrant, whose face was covered in black and gray, looked out. At this moment, it seemed like she had been helped by a god. The smoke and smoke that filled her eyes were
The fog was completely blown away.
She saw...
She saw the undead battle groups advancing rapidly towards the battlefield in the center of the beach from four directions.
She saw the death knights riding on undead warhorses, hunting lone demons on the battlefield like a flock of birds.
She saw those heavily armed, armed with axes and guns, densely packed like a rolling black ocean, dead and silent, like unsheathed sharp knives.
She also saw the black broken blade flags flying on each phalanx, as if they were rushing out of the mist of the deep sea, just like the scene when they flattened the tide.
Haveli took a deep breath, and the powerful Eredar high-ranking lord clenched her weapon. She was not afraid of these undead, even though she had just suffered a humiliating defeat.
However, just when Haveli was about to summon the nearby demons to rally against the Dark Blade's charge, she saw those demons retreating crazily under the pressure of the undead legions from four directions.
The arrogant demon guards, the charming and cunning succubus, the crazy and bloodthirsty destroyer, and even the unshakable evil lord, the abyss lord... Whether it is a high-level demon or a low-level demon, at this moment, in such a situation.
Pressed by the undead like a wall, they are retreating... they are retreating hastily and unwillingly, they are roaring, and they seem to be able to launch a brutal counterattack at any time...
However, the tyrant Haveli, who commanded the demons to conquer several worlds, knew that the demons were... afraid, just like the prey that fell into a deadly trap. The angrier they became, the more they bared their teeth and claws, and the less they could hide their fear.
Inner fear.
At this moment, Haveli felt a sense of absurdity in his heart. When on earth would a demon known for its chaos, brutality and madness be frightened by mortals?
But what followed was another sudden realization...
Demons are also flesh and blood creatures. They also have souls and minds, so they will naturally be afraid. However, the invincibility of the Legion in the past concealed this. When the myth of invincibility is completely defeated before your eyes, the nature of the demons will be exposed. Come out...Afraid? Yes, who wouldn't be afraid of the devastating offensive created by mortals before?
Facing the fearless undead armed with weapons of destruction, the devil will be afraid. Isn't this what it should be?
Harveys once again clenched the fel warhammer in her hand. She knew that no one could help her next, the demons were all frightened, and she would have to fight alone.
She was not afraid of death, but at this moment, the Eredar, whose hands were stained with blood, felt a sense of regret in her heart.
"I'm going to die here...what a pity..."
"Weilen, it's a pity that I haven't been able to remove your head with my own hands yet..."
