During the difficult advance, the vanguard of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Force had suffered numerous casualties.
The best knights died on the battlefield, the most pious priests hid in the loess, and the war with the chaos monsters was a ruthless meat grinder. Those monsters that had no mercy, would not give in, and were cold-blooded and cruel only knew how to destroy everything and fight with them.
Among them, only the complete destruction of one of them will be the end result.
And such a tragic sacrifice resulted in a distance of four kilometers.
After advancing four kilometers, the Spiral Hill became larger in the field of vision. This distance was enough for Rock Marton to feel threatened. If the Chaos tyrant really had such a mood, the Chaos monster's cannon fodder troops began to move with more turbulence.
Situations emerged from the smoke and storm, and another more terrifying monster also appeared on the battlefield.
They were giant beasts of flesh and blood that looked like giants to ordinary people. They were four to five meters tall and vaguely resembled humans, but every limb was abnormally swollen, with huge festering sarcomas all over their bodies, and swollen muscles and blood vessels.
Almost bursting out of the body, they have no obvious head. On the top of the ugly body, there is an irregular black protrusion. Two rows of dark yellow eyes twitch crazily on the rotten flesh.
The sight of it makes one shudder.
These terrifying monsters look bloated, but in fact they are very fast. They seem to be born with the ability to control gravity. Their bloated bodies always float three or four meters above the ground and swim on their skin, giving them various abilities.
Various protective effects and pollution abilities. Within a few hundred meters of these monsters, everything is withering and collapsing, lives are passing by, weapons are decaying rapidly, and even the soul seems to be infected with the disease and becomes comatose.
Heavy and haunted by nightmares.
These powerful features make them completely different from those cannon fodder-like chaos monsters.
They are monsters called "Derived Rockmaton". They are deformed demons that can only appear in the depths of the nightmare world and are directly bred from Rockmaton's thoughts.
As soon as these monsters appeared, ordinary frontline soldiers were immediately affected. Although everyone in the expeditionary force has the ability to use divine magic to dispel this negative energy, there are hundreds of such monsters appearing on the battlefield at the same time.
As ordinary people, the pressure on the Sanctuary warriors increased sharply. Visible to the naked eye, a column collapsed on the flank of the legion.
At this critical moment, ten wardens immediately took over the severely injured legion's spear. The rock giants instantly crossed the entire battlefield and stood in front of the "derivatives", protecting the crumbling flanks. Their huge
The words of the goddess floated on the body, and a layer of light curtain jumped between them, blocking the corrosive power of the derivative body.
A rock-like warhammer appeared in the hand of Gordon, the King of Mountains and Rivers. He hammered the warhammer hard against the ground. In the earthquake-like shaking, the nearest derivatives instantly turned into gray-white stones and crashed to the ground.
"Hahaha, I haven't hit these 'meat pockets' for a long time, and they still feel as bad as ever!!"
Gordon laughed heartily, his words full of disdain and strong self-confidence. His voice swept across the entire battlefield, reviving the morale of the legions that had been shaken by the continuous psychic attacks.
"Really? I feel like these guys are perfect targets. If you burn them, they will be crispy!"
The voice of Lord of Fire Gurashi came from the side. The bald rock giant's eyes shot out powerful scorching rays. When the rays were focused, the derivatives exploded and shattered like ignited firecrackers.
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But more derivatives emerged from the smoke, and their proliferation speed was obviously faster than the wardens' elimination speed.
Another group of Symmetra appeared behind the wardens. This group of light jumped several times in the knights' array, and came to the side of the King of Mountains and Rivers. The latter looked down and saw a majestic head in the group of light.
silver-white giant wolf.
He knew that this giant wolf, in Carasius's description, was the appearance of the "lead wolf" lady after her transformation. He looked at the light of order surging on the other party with some surprise, which was even brighter than the warden's.
The light of order within them is even more pure and bright.
A voice sounded near the nose of the head wolf: "How far are we still!? Are we close enough to the attack range?"
Gordon took another closer look and saw that it was Hao Ren standing on the bridge of the giant wolf's nose.
"To be honest, I'm not optimistic." Gordon's voice was no longer as loud as before. He restrained the air vibrations and limited his voice to the nearby area. "Rock Marton's minions are more difficult to deal with than imagined. Up to now, it's even
Even the main body is not exposed. If we attack at this distance, it will be easily blocked by a large amount of cannon fodder and Rock Marton's thought barrier."
"It is indeed too far... There is a high possibility that something will go wrong when executing the plan here," Hao Ren straightened his body on the bridge of Lily's nose and looked up at the Spiral Hill, "We must break through these difficult cannon fodder."
"The derivatives must be eliminated," Gordon said solemnly. "They are already equivalent to the flesh and blood extension of Rock Marton. If they are eliminated, the defense near Spiral Hill will be greatly weakened."
"They all seem to appear out of thin air," Hao Ren frowned and looked towards the direction where the derivatives were "born". There, two smoke pillars were continuously creating that bloated and ugly monster. "That smoke pillar
There are weird things, the defense is very high, and there are too many escort troops around."
"Because Rock Marton's two tentacles are inside the smoke column," Gordon said seriously, "we must find a way to destroy them."
Hao Ren nodded and looked in the direction of the two smoke pillars, then shifted his gaze to the place where the Holy Legion and the Chaos monsters were fighting.
The situation is not good.
The battlefield is like a rough grindstone, which can grind the sharp edge into residue. The indomitable silver arrow of the Holy Army Legion hit this grindstone hard. Through the constant crushing and wear, it has become layer by layer.
The ground is being consumed, and although they are still moving forward, the speed of this advancement is slowing down at a rate visible to the naked eye.
They won't be able to hold on any longer.
If this trend continues, let alone causing enough damage to Rock Marton, it will be extremely difficult for the army to even break through the Chaos defense line.
Hao Ren shook the pistol in his hand and gently tapped Lily's nose with his heel, which was a signal to prepare for a charge.
Although this is inconsistent with the previous plan, and consuming strength in advance and exposing oneself can easily greatly reduce the final effect of the entire plan, it seems that there is no choice at present if the morale of the legion cannot be reorganized to break through this deadly meat grinder defense line.
, then there is no chance for subsequent plans to unfold.
But just as he was thinking this and about to put his thoughts into action, a strange commotion suddenly came from the flank.
He immediately looked up and saw a large number of shaking black shadows suddenly appearing on the edge of the dim and chaotic battlefield.
Those black shadows are continuous, but they don't have any flags or numbers, but they don't look like minions of Chaos.
Only when they got close enough did Hao Ren finally know what they were.
It's the "Legion of the End"!
With tattered clothing, twisted and ulcerated limbs, and completely non-human faces, this "legion" that even looks as ferocious as the Chaos monsters has appeared here. No one knows how they can leave the land that binds them.
The position of Obsession came to this battlefield across the scorched earth plains filled with chaotic monsters, but they just came, and they came beyond everyone's expectations.
The twisted and mutated legion came to the flank of the Holy Knights and attracted everyone's attention. Then Hao Ren saw an extraordinarily tall warrior coming out in front of the "Legion of the End."
Like the others, he had completely lost his human form. Multiple sections of bloated limbs and a bunch of tentacles made him look like a monster. This warrior staggered to the front of the queue, and then used unusually clumsy movements to get out of his way.
He took out something from between the mutated limbs and unfolded it.
It was a tattered rag.
He solemnly unfolded the rag and hung it on a rotten and festering bone spur on his back.
Then he staggered to the front of the astonished knights, shook his body hard, and used the festered bone claws to tear the flesh and blood on his chest. He tried hard to make some noise, but what finally came out was a hoarseness.
Weird howl.
No one could understand what he was saying, and the ancient warrior himself had completely forgotten human language.
"I heard the bell...we are coming here...are we starting to attack?"
This was what he wanted to ask, but no one could communicate with him.
The shouts of the frontline stormtroopers crossed the battlefield and reached the flanks. The storm rolled up by the chaotic smoke pillars rolled past like thunder. The twisted warrior finally noticed all this. He seemed to be listening, and then raised his head.
The entire army behind him turned around.
At this moment, another team also rushed over from behind the Sanctuary Expeditionary Force.
They are shimmering ghosts, holy skeletons shaped like withered bones, hollow armors, and holy robes floating in mid-air.
They are the heroic soul legion of the Holy Expeditionary Force, the dead buried in the City of Gods for ten thousand years. In the original plan, they were to serve as the reserve force of the legion. When the attack on Spiral Hill was frustrated, they
They are about to attack, because the soul power of the dead has begun to dissipate, and their attack must be left to the last moment.
It seemed like this was the last moment they chose.
The dead crossed the line of the living, silently but firmly stepping across the order shield jointly supported by ten wardens. A tall ghost wearing a white holy robe passed in front of the twisted warrior, and he paused slightly.
, patted the other party's shoulder with his hand.