Newcrion Rothis despises these pointed ear aliens, not only physically but also intellectually.
Because from a purely military perspective, the deployment of these Aida is really bad. They don’t know how to defend an area. Even though they deploy a large number of traps, they cannot fully play out. Perhaps they are all qualified plunderers and killers, but they are definitely not qualified soldiers, or even qualified soldiers.
They are too timid, too opportunistic, too cautious, have good fortifications but have no courage to defend against it.
Finally, Newryan Rotis noticed two well-proportioned figures dancing in the shadows at incredible speed, and the flash of the black blade caught his eyes when another plague warrior suddenly fell.
There was a cracked wound on the warrior's neck, very thin but very deep.
Wu Ling, Newryan Rotis, noticed that his mind was entangled in disgust.
When the twisted beast launched its third raid, the messenger of the disease stood still. He stretched out his scorching hands, stretched his fingers, and spread out like a poor shield to resist the beastly rage of the evil beast.
But as the jaws of these twisted beasts bit his arm, a spasm of energy teared the space apart, emitting energy like dying stars.
The yellow teeth penetrated the armor of the messenger of the disease, but when they touched his skin, they immediately made a hissing sound and evaporated instantly.
Like a powerful venom, the tremor caused by contact with the messenger of evil quickly spread throughout the bodies of all the beasts around them, turning them into a cloud of twisted energy that emits a foul smell.
In less than a second, the clouds lost their shape, and all the evidence of the existence of the twisted beast disappeared from the realm of matter.
Seeing that all Gomela died, the surviving dark spirits wailed in despair. They were already surrounded by groups of Nurgle spirits, hit by bubbled corrosive liquid, and even those zombie-like cult servants joined the hunt. This was a competition for carrion for them.
These rotten bodies holding rusty weapons, with desperate smiles on their faces, their eyes were dull, absorbing the enemy's poison crystal firepower, and were excellent mobile sandbags and flesh shields for the plague warriors.
Newryan Rotis also strides forward, waving a demonic weapon, "Corpse Poison Blade", which is said to be polished from the bone horns of the large impurities. However, the two witch spirits hiding before suddenly appeared beside him, and their evil blades were spinning with deadly grace.
The next moment, these Kane believers let out a creepy shout and charged.
The Witch Spirit's sword was so fast that it was just a residual image for the plague warrior, but the moment the blade touched, it only swept harmlessly over Newcryan Rotis's slippery armor.
After a few rounds, the witch spirits suddenly found that their limbs became as heavy as lead blocks.
Newryan Rotis let out a low laugh, and the Nurgle spirit on his shoulder held the plague incense burner like a gift. It was the colorless and tasteless deadly virus that made the witch spirits unknowingly fall into trouble.
"......The more beautiful it is, the more destructive it is. The decay of China shows its true beauty."
The first knife cut off one witch spirit in half, and the second knife split the other from the top of his head in two. Newryan Rotis shook the knife, inserted it to the ground, and then took the notebook from Nurgling's hand.
"Today, I'm very happy to bathe in Aida's blood."
In the command hall of the Ether Fortress, looking at the front line that was constantly being oppressed and contracted on the holographic images, listening to the rumbling sound of cannons and bombings outside, Jordan Simon threw the record board with the casualties report on the table in despair, and knocked down the half-full wine glass. The overflowing red liquid dyed the report red like blood.
"The enemy has broken through the third exterior wall and is about to arrive here..."
After talking to himself, Dracula of the conspiracy group turned around and looked at the technician who was still operating the instrument.
"There is no news from the overlord."
"Sir, report—wait! There is a voice!"
Jordan Simon's eyes lit up, as if the fallen man saw a piece of driftwood, ran over at an extremely fast speed, pushed the technician away and picked up the communication tube.
"Hey! I'm Jordan Simon! Please reply! Please reply!"
"Jordan...Simon."
"Yes! I'm Jordan Simon!"
Although it was not Victor's voice coming from the opposite side, Jordan Simon heard that it was from another Dracula of the conspiracy group, which at least showed that they had reinforcements.
"The situation...how!"
The interference was severe and the sound was intermittent, but Joeldan Simon tried hard to convey his situation.
"The situation is very bad! The enemy concentrated the main fleet to raid us! This includes the Finale! Now the enemy jumping gang troops have invaded the fortress and broken through the third outer wall! More than 70% of the soldiers' casualties are needed! Immediate support is needed!"
For some reason, one end of the communicator fell into silence, with only some unknown rustling sound.
Jordan Simon's heart fell to the bottom of the valley.
About ten seconds later, the other party's voice sounded again, but it was a little weaker than before.
"Reinforcements... are already on the way."
"When will it arrive!"
"soon."
"What does overlord mean??"
"The overlord means... Let you hold on firmly, and if you hold on firmly, there will be a way!"
"Stay firmly..."
Jordan Simon muttered this sentence, then suddenly burst into laughter, and the laughter became louder and louder, causing the members of the conspiracy group in the hall to look at him uneasy.
"Hold firmly...hahaha!"
"The overlord said, hey hey hey? Please answer when you hear it!"
boom--
With a loud bang, the command hall suddenly swayed, and the gorgeous chandeliers on the roof could not support them and smashed heavily on the table, splashing a piece of debris.
Then, the door that was originally closed opened suddenly, and several conspiracy groups of warriors screamed and slapped into the hall, and their armor and flesh were rotting and melting rapidly.
"The enemy is here!"
Accompanied by the heavy and sticky footsteps, the decaying giant stepped into the hall with a blaster gun and began to shoot wildly inside. The remaining members of the conspiracy group immediately resisted, and for a moment, the originally safe command hall turned into a flying battlefield.
The nightmare swung their swords to fight against the enemy, while the witch spirit kept creating wounds on the enemy with sharp blades. The whip of the indulgent whipped the approaching demons, and all Ada was fighting for survival.
But Joeldan Simon still just held the sound tube and laughed nervously.
Accompanied by the last laugh, he suddenly pulled out the two scimitars around his waist and rushed towards the plague warriors like crazy.
In the blink of an eye, he swept across a warrior's side, and the scimitar accurately cut through the thin slit between the helmet and the neck guard, and then the other party's head rolled to the ground along with the helmet.