Below the edge of the temple is the human position. The Storm Rat watched helplessly as the engineer warlock sent him and himself towards the enemy position, without any fear.
At least, humans are much easier to deal with than those demons. He doesn't have to worry about any weapons that will take away his soul as long as it hurts him.
The engineer warlock, who didn't even look back, looked at the human soldiers below who had opened their mouths to see the Skaven being tossed by Tengman, and said to the Storm Rat behind him.
"We only need to leave the restricted range of teleportation, so the fighting position will not be very short. We only need to break through a few layers of defense."
As he spoke, the chaotic energy in his body was already surging, ready to form new magic according to the spells exported.
Finally, with the last swing in the air, Tenman smashed Eski's body towards the back of the human position like a cannonball.
The white-haired rats hit the metal-inlaid shield, shattering the wooden structure behind it. Among the fragments, Eski pulled out his claws from the chest of the human soldier whose chest armor he had penetrated.
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Then, he immediately inserted his two paws into the sand.
The magic power of chaos was commanded and poured into the ground from the engineering warlock's claws. Bright green cracks immediately appeared on the ground under the feet of the humans around the engineering warlock who were raising their spears to stab.
Burning Flame Technique!
The yellow-green flames immediately spread from both sides of the factory warlock to the front, and the six-layer phalanx on the road was broken by the flame channel.
After doing all this, the engineering warlock stood up and raised his claws to catch the tall body of the Storm Rat that had just been thrown by Tengman. With the steel armor on his body, Eski threw him forward again.
"Hurry up, those phalanx soldiers don't dare to break up their formation."
The engineer warlock roared, and he also deflected a thrusting spear, allowing the hell blade behind his waist and Esky's brute force to knock over the human soldier.
Pull out the Hell Blade and run at high speed next to the path of the flames, leaving only a series of black and white silhouettes.
Those human phalanx soldiers who stayed in place only felt a gust of wind blowing by. They wanted to chase back, but they were kept in place by the demons in front who had begun to break through the front line.
"Scout! Go and report the news!"
As the commander of the phalanx, he could only issue a futile order.
Even without looking at the final result, he could know that the rats moving at that speed had already left their phalanx formation before the scouts reported the information to the light cavalry.
Eski raised the black weapon in his hand, and following the fate of the human necks and it, he randomly harvested the human heads - the remaining part was smashed by the high-speed impact of the Hell Blade.
Chest.
When the blood on the Hell Blade dried up for about the tenth time, he finally caught up with the Storm Rat who had been thrown out by him.
At this time, Toxide was relying on the magic flame channel created by the engineering warlock to confront a group of human phalanx soldiers.
Toxide, who only exists as a small leader, has no confidence that he can break through like a warlock from the front, with shields on top of shields and spears on top of spears, forming a tight line like a hedgehog without getting hurt.
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His body is far from extraordinary.
However, for engineering warlocks, such progress is quite dissatisfying.
"I no longer need to save the magic wind. Even if you risk serious injuries, you shouldn't waste my time."
The cold words of the engineering warlock reached Toxide's ears, making him immediately want to lower his head and expose his neck to admit his mistake to his master.
But the humans on the opposite side seemed to have noticed this, and immediately stepped forward collectively, stabbing his neck intensively.
A gust of wind was accompanied by the sound of wood breaking. Toxide opened his eyes and saw a dazzling red light on his right claw. The engineering warlock with green runes used the unknown black blade to cut off ten people in front of the phalanx.
Several spears.
There are still traces of burnt marks in the broken parts of the wood, emitting a burnt smell.
"Don't let me down again, Toxide."
As he spoke, the engineering warlock kicked off his legs and crashed into the penultimate phalanx.
On the other side of the battlefield, Alkadiza, the guest of Laemia, the current commander, the prince of Astri, and the future king of Khemri, has also noticed the magic composed of green flames that suddenly appeared just now.
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"That is!?"
The prince's eyes were attracted by the magic in the distance, so much so that even the legs holding the horse under his crotch relaxed slightly.
This caused the war horse to get the wrong instructions and also slightly slowed down its speed.
Taking advantage of this gap, a demon that had already broken through the front line suddenly jumped up and attacked the prince on horseback.
"Damn it!"
The prince quickly clamped the horse's belly under his body, trying to make the horse run faster. He himself also tried to fall sideways to avoid this attack.
But the speed of this demon was so fast that even the prince, who had already drank countless life elixirs, could only watch the black, dull sword blade made of stone pointing towards him.
The head is coming.
At the critical moment, a white right hand with long nails suddenly appeared between the sword blade and the head, blocking the black sword blade, making the sound of gold and iron hitting each other.
When Alkadiza took a closer look, he turned out to be the saint from the Blood Temple who had been ignored by him on the chariot.
"Thank you, Saint. But what is this?"
He looked at the woman wearing the golden mask with confusion, and the long claws that appeared on her hands for no apparent reason.
He has seen the power of this red monster before. Theoretically, a weak woman like the Saint should not have the power to compete with it.
Seeing the prince's doubts, Neferata's fangs under the golden mask gradually retracted, and the blood-red background of the dark eyes with vertical pupils gradually faded away.
"As a saint of the Blood Temple, of course I also gained divine power."
After hiding all the characteristics of being a vampire, Neferata smiled and spoke to the prince in the ethereal Nehekhara language.
This was originally another warm scene that Neferata was about to complete, but was suddenly interrupted by a burning sound like a flame.
"Blood God?! You humble reptile, how dare you impersonate the title of Supreme Blood Father!"
His deafening voice made all the sounds on the battlefield seem to be suddenly silent for a moment.
The eyes of all the demons with burning eyes were focused on this woman with a cold skin and a golden mask on her face.
"Reptile, use your head and blood to wash away the disrespect for the Brass Throne."