The roaring explosion sounded in his ears, and the hot air flow carried the shock wave, knocking Libel down in one fell swoop. He only felt dizzy for a while, and then lost control of his body.
Lieber's vision was in chaos. He felt like a bag of garbage, rushing around in the strong wind. During the repeated impacts, severe pain came from all parts of his limbs. Several of his bones seemed to be broken, and there were also possible injuries in his body.
There was heavy bleeding.
Damn it, Libel complained with his remaining consciousness. Since he knew that the group of bloodthirsty people would self-destruct, he should keep a safe distance and kill them... There was no way, if he didn't fill the gap, the bloodthirsty people would kill them.
The Blood One is about to cross the chasm and enter Morrowind Stronghold.
"Cough...cough..."
Libel stopped rolling and tried his best to open his eyes. His vision was stained red with blood, and the diffuse clouds blocked the sunlight, leaving only patches of sea of fire burning.
All he saw before his eyes was a blurry picture, with large blocks of color blurred out, and dark shadows moving around vaguely.
Even if he couldn't see clearly, Liber knew that they were bloodthirsty people who came from the blood.
"You're not really going to die here, are you?"
A desperate thought came to Liber's mind. He tried to lift his body, but he struggled feebly. Rainwater and blood were mixed together, and wet mud spread all over his body.
Amidst the heavy breathing, Lieber's perception reset, and he blinked hard again, and Lieber finally saw his surroundings clearly.
At this time, Lieber was in a ruins. The stacked wreckage was constantly rising. The familiar spiers and the top of the castle could be seen at the highest point. Deep in the ruins extending on both sides, you could also see the corridors and gaps that were mostly submerged.
There were flickers of fire and figures.
Bursts of shelling sound came from the depths of the ruins, and the artillery set up within the high walls continued to fire. However, as the number of bloodthirsty people increased, the artillery attacks gradually became ineffective.
The bloodthirsty ones took advantage of the gap between reloading bullets and climbed up to the muzzle of the gun, trying to get into it through the narrow window. Even if the sublimation ones killed them in time, if the corpses were not disposed of as soon as possible, the bodies of the bloodthirsty ones would be destroyed.
It will expand and explode.
With their suicide attacks, they have destroyed several artillery pieces and left deep craters one after another in the high walls.
"It's finished..."
No matter how confused he was, Lieber realized where he was at this time. In the explosion just now, he was actually shocked into the gap, which was the most tragic area of the battle.
The fact was just as he thought. Almost at the same time that Lieber realized this situation, a dense rain of bullets came from behind the crack.
In order to block the advance of the bloodthirsty ones, the condensers temporarily set up a position in the gap and tried their best to block the advance of the bloodthirsty ones.
The sound of gunfire continued, almost tearing Libel's eardrums. He could only curl up as hard as he could, praying that he would not be hit by a stray bullet, or that his throat would be bitten by the bloodthirsty being pushed up.
"Support! Support! We need high-level sublimation masters!"
Indistinct shouts came from behind, but no one responded.
Now the high-level condensers have been thrown into the battlefield. Their target is not these bloodthirsties, but the hidden night tribe. They are more difficult to deal with than the bloodthirsties, and it is difficult to allocate strength to help this collapse.
of the crack.
A blazing light of fire rose from Libel's head. He looked up and saw several huge fireballs imaginaryly created out of thin air. The light was as hot as the blazing sun and contained terrifying power.
The crack here was shaken into ruins by the continuous bombardment of fireballs. Now it will fall again and completely penetrate the protection of Morrowind Stronghold.
Hysterical roars echoed inside the whistle.
"Find that school of illusion! Deal with him!"
On the blood-stained coast under the high wall, high-level condensers were struggling to move through the army of bloodthirsty, killing enemies blocking the way one after another.
They responded in the whistle, "We are doing our best!"
There are too many enemies, as numerous as a sea of sand. Even if they are high-level condensers, it will be difficult for them to break through immediately, not to mention that there are hostile high-level night tribes who are secretly watching.
"It...it's starting to fall!"
Libel heard the screams from the whistle. Under his gaze, several growing fireballs gathered together and turned into a blazing sun with a diameter of dozens of meters wide. The surface exuded deadly high temperatures.
Before the raindrops even get close, they turn into hazy steam overflowing.
Even though he was still far away, Libel could already feel the terrifying heat coming from the scorching sun, his damp clothes being dried, and then the burns on his body surface.
Libel fumbled around randomly, and he grabbed a dagger. Holding the weapon gave him a certain sense of security, but this dagger could not split the falling sun, and it could not even kill a bloodthirsty person.
Less than.
Despair lingered in Liber's heart, gradually engulfing him like a tide. Under the scorching light, groups of bloodthirsty people climbed up the crack, and their shadows were twisted and ferocious, like a dark jungle coming to life.
The sound of gunfire was like continuous thunder, rumbling, shaking the entire battlefield, while the sound of explosion was like the earth cracking, with streaks of fire rising into the sky, and debris flying, instantly tearing apart the tranquility of the air.
All the living seemed to be trapped in the whirlpool of life and death, fighting desperately, and every cry was full of pain and fear.
The wailing sound was like a silent cry, heartbreaking, resounding throughout the battlefield. It was the cry of the soldiers, their helplessness and despair in the face of death and pain.
The sound of gunfire, explosions, fighting, bloodshed, wailing... they were intertwined together to form a huge mournful cry.
Until a sharp howl pierced the mourning.
Libel saw it. A galloping iron spear penetrated the falling sun, just like piercing an egg yolk. The manic power surged out of balance, but before it was completely released, the furious ethers seemed to have been usurped.
As if in control, another higher will orders them to be quiet.
Suddenly, absolute silence descended on the earth.
The blazing sun collapsed into countless sparks, which flew up one after another, fell to the earth, and disappeared into nothingness.
Everything was like an illusion, until the footsteps approached, making Lieber realize the reality again.
The voice asked, "Are you okay?"
Libel turned his head hard, and what appeared in front of him was an inexplicable guy...
Yes, inexplicably, everyone was red-eyed here, covered in blood and dirt, and his clothes were extremely neat and he was wearing a tie. He was just like a company employee who walked into the wrong set, if it weren't for his throat.
Feeling out of breath, Liber wanted to ask him if he had gone the wrong way.
Seeing that he didn't respond, the company employee raised his hand. The ether continued to surge. Lieber felt the ground beneath him begin to shake. Then the entire piece of masonry was lifted up, supporting his body and making himself suspended.
in mid-air.
"You asked me if I would be merciful? What's so merciful about that?"
The company employee muttered to himself, "They were indeed human beings once, but the moment they became bloodthirsty, they were already dead... just like killing demons, without any psychological burden."
As he spoke, iron spears came out from his back one after another. They were swung by the invisible force and shot out like cannonballs. The bloodthirsty ones that had not yet come close were easily penetrated.
bodies, and then the iron spears deformed inside their bodies, completely shattering their bodies into blood mist.
Libel was stunned for a moment. He suddenly realized that these iron spears were the same type as the iron spears that had just pierced the blazing sun. Then he recognized the man's clothing with hindsight. This was indeed the uniform of a company employee, but
The name of this company is Order Bureau.
"Be patient and don't be impatient."
While Bologo comforted the injured Lieber, he released his own ether, and the power belonging to the defender rose in the gap.
Just as Holt proclaimed his strength to all, Borogo proclaimed to all his enemies that a defender defended the breach.
And then...shake the earth.
Violent trembling sounds came from the crack again, and Libel's expression became frightened. He thought that under the continuous fighting, the crack would collapse further, but in fact, countless bricks and stones were suspended one after another, and in Boluo
Under the control of Bo Luo Ge, they quickly reset and built according to Bo Luo Ge's will.
Bologg has never seen the construction drawings of Morrowind Stronghold, but this does not prevent him from building temporary positions based on his own experience. During the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, Bologg has always been the fastest shovel.
.
The collapsed cracks are constantly being filled, sharp spikes extend from the wall, and the buried heavy cannons are also suspended one after another. The snake scale fluid connects them, and the death metal is shaped into projectiles and filled in.
Boluogo stood on the reshaped high wall like a god, and tall buildings rose from the ground.