The cannonballs engraved with magic spells were fired, and the black muzzle emitted exaggerated hot white smoke. The cannonballs turned into magic beams and charged towards the flying dragon army.
The flying dragon team responsible for the guerrillas roared, separated into three flying dragons, and turned their bodies into shields to bear the damage on behalf of the death squads who destroyed the city wall.
The dragon's scales were roasted by the magic power, the heat was overloaded, and the flesh and blood were burnt and smelly.
The flying dragon let out a wailing sound, unable to control its direction, and slammed into the city wall, exploding a ball of blood. The near-death collision had an effect, and the city wall seemed to be completely attacked by artillery fire, and it trembled exaggeratedly.
"Don't stop! The shelling is effective! Keep shooting!"
Second Lieutenant Buwanaba was yelling. He was originally not tall and looked like a teenager, but now he looked even younger because of his anxiety. He himself also picked up a rifle that had been magically cast by French Caster.
, shooting blindly towards the Feilonghai.
Aiming? No need. There are too many enemies, and you can hit them no matter how you hit them. The difference is a matter of efficiency. Save bullets? Save a shit, you have to save your life first and let’s talk about the next problem!
If you fight like this, you may not be able to win!
No matter how hard the French army tried, they were first frightened by the numbers, and then by the mental pressure caused by the frequent harassment by flying dragons in recent days. The French army really couldn't muster any courage now, and they could only mechanically obey orders and load artillery shells.
The previous attack by the flying dragon had an effect. The magic shield in the sky became thinner and thinner, and it often trembled as the flying dragon attacked the city wall.
(It’s no longer possible. It’s going to be over.)
Every time the protective shield trembled, every French soldier felt such a tremor in his heart.
"Well... the efficiency is a bit low... Then, I'll do it myself."
Seemingly feeling the disadvantage of the flying dragon in the siege battle, the Dragon Rider sighed, clamped his legs around the flying dragon's neck, and commanded it to charge down.
Generally speaking, for army commanders, the most taboo thing is to go deep alone, especially riding alone.
However, this [General] is obviously not suitable for the dark servant in front of him.
I saw him tugging on the reins in mid-air, stepping on the flying dragon's head, and forcefully jumping up.
The head of the flying dragon that he used as a stepping stone exploded. The flying dragon turned into a corpse and hit the city wall at high speed like a cannonball.
However, the moment he touched the city wall——
puff!
It wasn't a crashing sound, but a tearing sound.
The flying dragon's body was deformed.
The red blood seemed to turn into some kind of alien existence, and the semi-solidified blood turned into sharp stakes, turning the flying dragon's corpse into something like a huge meteor hammer.
The bloody spikes crushed the bricks and stones in contact mercilessly, and all of a sudden, more than half of the city wall collapsed. The servant in black stepped on the fallen bricks and stones, and took off again with the help of the force, and the dark figure
Already standing on the city wall.
Holding a long gun in his hand, two silver arcs suddenly appeared, and the French soldiers around him all lost their heads. From the part that should have been the neck, the blood was pumped by the heart and spurted out along the incision! It was as if
A circle of cruel blood fountains! Flying into the air, the blood fell along the gravity, and turned into countless fine blood swords. The blood spikes that had been seen once appeared again, and the surrounding French troops suffered heavy casualties.
The servant in black rolled up his cloak and made a rather noble appearance. On the ground behind him, blood gathered into a river. As his magic power infected it, it turned into sharp spikes and stabbed out from under the feet of the French army.
, passes through the body, and finally penetrates through the throat and head, completely piercing the person into a pillar of human flesh!!
In just one moment, more than thirty people were penetrated by stakes beside the dark servants! They were skewered with bloody stakes, like meat skewers waiting to be grilled. They made a vague sound while tasting the last of their strength.
Wave your arms!
Dance of death!
"Wow! No way! I don't want to die!!"
Where had the French soldiers seen such a terrifying sight?
The fear of death, the fear of the death of comrades-in-arms, and the fear of unknown powerful monsters all emerged, overwhelming the mood of the French soldiers.
A soldier suddenly wailed like this, dropped the cannonball in his hand, and ran into the city. One man's action instantly inspired everyone's courage.
Many times, it's not that people don't want to do it, but they don't want to be the first to do it. As the saying goes, the first bird will be shot. Especially for things like escape. Under normal circumstances, escape is subject to military law. When encountering deserters,
The general has the right to kill him with one shot. So no one dares to take the lead and run away.
On the contrary, if one person really appears to take the lead, then the others...
Visible to the naked eye, the soldiers on the eastern city wall that had been stormed broke into pieces. With a roar, everyone fled in all directions.
At first, there were some stupid French soldiers who were worried about being dealt with by military law and stood beside the artillery blankly, not daring to escape. As a result, the kind-hearted soldiers next to them slapped him hard on the back and shouted: "Leng!"
What a god! Run! Your life is at stake!"
In one sentence, the rationality of the remaining people was overwhelmed, and the entire city wall was in chaos. Some people were even squeezed to the point of falling, some were trampled to death, and some were pushed off the city wall and fell to death.
Very tragic.
The fear of these people has reached its limit.
No matter who it was, even Second Lieutenant Buwan Naba sat down on the ground, his teeth chattering, his legs were so weak that he could no longer move, so he could only rub his buttocks and move back.
He doesn't care about dignity anymore. If the opponent is a human, he still has the strength to fight, and he will not be so cowardly. However, the opponent is a servant, or a servant with extremely exaggerated fighting power, and he has no idea of resistance.
None, I just want to beg for mercy and implore the other party to show mercy.
"Huh, you're a spineless guy."
He sneered, looked at the city wall under his feet, and ignored him.
Such a spineless guy would definitely die in the subsequent melee, he was very sure. There was no need to kill him specifically.
Moreover, isn’t the guy with backbone here?
The black-clothed servant snorted and aimed at the city wall itself.
Blood flowed on the city wall. As weapons of the black servants, they all turned into sharp spikes and spread towards the city. In less than a moment, most of the solid city wall collapsed, and Lieutenant Buwanaba was also involved in the fall of the city wall.
, was pressed down by layers of masonry and fell into a coma.
"Hey, this is too exaggerated. I hurried and hurried, but I'm still late."
Between the ruins, a thick smoke screen rose, and in a haze of blood, a tall man pushed through the clouds and broke in, sighing with self-blame.
The battle ax in his hand fell, and the blond strong man pointed at the black-clothed servant opposite.
"Let me ask you, are you the enemy general?"
"Hahahaha, interesting, finally here comes an interesting guy. That's right. Yu is the commander of the Southern Legion, the vanguard of the Evil Dragon Legion. Do you... also want to be [pierced] by Yu?"
In the smoke screen, Sakata Kintoki's body stood firmly among the ruins. He sighed and said angrily: "In other words, I just need to knock you down! It's a big help to have such an easy conclusion! After all, I'm not good at thinking!"
As he spoke, he flew up and kicked out a huge fragment of the city wall weighing seven or eight kilograms at his feet. The black-clothed servant smiled disdainfully, dodged to avoid it, and snapped his fingers.
After destroying the city wall and opening a large hole in the defensive barrier, he gave the order to the Flying Dragon Legion to rush in from here. Then he picked up his spear and pointed it at his opponent.
"Come! Come on!"
The only one who can stop the Servant is the Servant!