The battle in Lviv entered a fierce stage. The whole city was boiling.
The soldiers outside the city kept setting fires, intending to burn the huge pieces of flesh that spread throughout the city to ashes;
In the center of the city, in the Central Temple, there was a tentacled monster wrapped in crimson thorns dancing wildly.
Because there are countless more crimson thorns dancing, the number of tentacles of the monster is different from before. The crimson thorns waving along with the tentacles will even launch countless fine spikes during the swing, attacking towards
Albert et al.
Albert only heard the continuous ding-dong-dong sound outside the cavalry giant, as if raindrops fell on the shell of his cavalry. He thought that this attack would have no effect on them, at least it would not hurt if it hit the cavalry.
It was itchy. As a result, several dragon beasts driven by the friendly forces behind him suddenly lost control. They circled and hit the ground, and finally fell on the huge meat ball, and were quickly devoured by the meat ball-like monster.
"What!?" Othello exclaimed, confused for a moment about the situation in front of him.
"Back off!" Albert used the iron giant to block Othello's dragon beast: "This thorn has a narcotic effect!"
"But how could it penetrate the hard scales of the dragon beast?!"
"It doesn't need to be penetrated, it will take effect just by touching it!" Albert knew this very well. He had just been touched by the crimson thorns pouring out of Castro's head, even if he used [
[Phantom Red Shift] ability escaped, and there was still a tingling sensation where his arm slightly touched the crimson thorns. Fortunately, he did not need to use his hands to control the movements of the cavalry giant. At this stage, the cavalry giant was completely
Controlled by the White Tiger of the Holy Spirit.
All in all, the thorns are very dangerous. They hit the cavalry giant with no pain or itching, because it is not a living thing. But when they fall on the dragon beasts, even if they do not penetrate the dragon beasts' scales and sneak into their bodies, they can still
Let the feeling of anesthesia spread over the dragon beasts.
There were five dragon beasts in the team that Othello brought over. There were almost no casualties in the previous fight with the tentacle monster, but two people were lost due to the effect of the thorns. The remaining dragon beasts were hiding in Albert
Behind the cavalry giant, he was protected by the protective shield deployed by the cavalry giant. He was safe for the time being, but he could not attack or do anything else. The flying spikes of thorns in the sky were as dense as raindrops, scattering randomly in all directions.
As long as this thing is there, the Dragon Beast Team can't do anything, not even get close to the monster!
"Retreat first!" Albert said: "I will escort you back to Skid Plattney's Ark. Then leave it to me."
"You cannot fight this monster one on one! It is more dangerous than before!" said Othello.
"I will think of a way." Albert said, while letting the cavalry giant's protective shield open to the maximum, escorting the dragon beast team back. Skid Plattney's Ark also slightly pushed forward to the battle line.
, began to bombard the monster with the photon cannon. However, the monster waved its tentacles wildly to fend off the incoming beam cannons one by one. Even the power of the beam cannon was unable to cause harm to the guy!
This is too exaggerated. Is that thing really a creature? The crimson thorns seemed to strengthen the monster's ability, and its tentacles became stronger, as if they were enchanted. Albert used to use
Continuous freezing attacks had frozen most of the monster, but now it was in vain. The ice on its body continued to break and fail, and its movements returned to its previous speed.
With Albert's current firepower, there is absolutely nothing they can do about the monster. The only thing they can expect is the fire attack from the troops in a circle outside the city. If the fire continues to spread, there may be a way to burn this meat monster.
Turn him into ashes and let him be buried in the sea of fire.
But, will it really go so smoothly?
Pashashashasha——!
Sure enough, after driving away Albert's group, the crimson thorns changed further. More thorns poured out from the depths of the central temple and spread radially in all directions, just like the meat monster crawling all over the place.
Like the entire city of Lviv, thorns also began to grow on the surface of the entire city of Lviv! They soon reached the burning area outside the city, and then——
Those thorns actually set fire! Or it could be said that they have the ability to absorb flames and use the fire to swing more vigorously! They waved and fired the burning thorns with anesthesia effects everywhere.
Pointing at the soldiers setting fire to the city with bows and arrows!
"Whoa, ah, ah, ah!" A circle of soldiers outside the city were hit by flying thorns, and they screamed in mass. After they were hit by the flying thorns, they fell to the ground anesthetized, and were also ignited by the flames!
A group of people had no room for struggle. They fell into the sea of fire and allowed their bodies to be burned to ashes. They could do nothing but scream in agony!
"Stay back! All personnel stand back! The shield team advances!" As soon as they returned to the deck of the Ark, field commander Othello informed the entire army via radio.
"Xiaobai!" Albert roared, conjuring several clones and causing the cavalry giant to hover several times in the sky outside the city, using [Deep Sea Wave Bombs] to bring down heavy rain along the way, extinguishing the fire spreading in the army!
They had actually responded very quickly, but the speed of the thorn attack and the speed of the fire spread were far beyond his imagination! Before Othello gave the order and Albert successfully put out the fire, there were already thousands of people
Buried in fire!
"...May their souls rest in peace." Othello sighed as he looked at the army perishing in flames outside Lviv.
"No, they won't." Albert (his true self) jumped down from the cockpit of the cavalry giant and whispered: "According to your brother, the entire Dawn Region is a sacrifice ground, and those who died here
The orc's soul will be...swallowed by the abyss."
"What do you mean?"
"Literally means. Being swallowed by the abyss - the high-dimensional hyperspace that belongs to our time and space." Albert said: "Have you never heard of Abyss Meow?"
"I've only heard some sporadic reports." The tiger man shook his head: "But the soul being swallowed by the abyss or something... is this kind of metaphysical thing really possible?"
Albert remained silent. That statement was indeed unreasonable, and he himself was doubtful about it.
But those were the last words that his master Castro said before he was occupied. They were the words that Castro entrusted to Albert with the last strength of his life. If even Albert refused to believe Castro,
Who would believe what Luo said?
"And I don't understand. Why is it the [Abyss]?" Othello asked doubtfully while commanding the army to retreat: "Isn't the [Abyss] just a hyperspace with a much higher dimension than ours? In the eyes of those abyss creatures,
We are not even primitive people. The dimensions are different, and what our world provides them may not even be enough to fill their teeth. So why? Why should we snatch something [soul] from our world? This is not good for them at all.
?
——And what exactly is this [soul]? Do people really have a [soul]?"
So many questions, but no half-answers. Everything [Abyss] does is a mystery.
"I only know that the ancient gods and humans had a deal with [The Abyss]." Albert said, "Oh, that's what Castro said. As long as enough [Souls] are sacrificed to the Abyss, [The Abyss] will
We will give rewards to the ancient people and let them return to the world. When they return to the world, they will come back to enslave us. Whether they are [Humans] from the [Slave Race] or [Orcs] from the [Law Enforcer Race], they will all become their slaves.
.again."
"What you say is all unbelievable. The possibilities are very low, but they are possible." Othello replied: "But never mind that. Now let's consider how to solve the problem here."
"Obviously, setting fire is useless." Albert looked at the burning Lviv. The flames not only did not make the crimson thorns shrink, but instead made them more energetic: "The thorns may not have a physical body... I guess it
Maybe it's a spirit? Or, a creature from the abyss?"
"But it must have weaknesses, right?" The tiger man asked: "There are no invulnerable creatures in this world, right?"
"Well -" Albert wanted to say that the weakness of the thorn was "it can't move and can't leave Lviv". But in the face of the unknown, nothing is inevitable. Maybe he was about to say the words, then
The thorns are about to change their character.
Sure enough, the terrifying crimson thorn changed again. Or maybe it was urging the huge piece of flesh to change.
Countless crimson monsters with wolf-like appearances emerged from the huge mass of flesh. As soon as they appeared, they were wrapped in crimson thorns, as if they were wearing some kind of shackles. Not only did the "shackles" not
Stinging them, restricting their movements, and making these copied monsters even more ferocious and violent. They broke away from the control of the huge pieces of flesh, poured out of the city, and attacked the orc army!
For a time, the entire area outside Lviv fell into a huge melee. It was originally a forest area, but it turned into a sea of fire because of the flying thorns and thorns flying in the sky. It was also impacted by the army of thorn monsters. The scene was
It was extremely chaotic. The orc troops deployed there were attacked by thorns and flying thorns above their heads, and were infested by monsters in front of them. They could only helplessly wave the weapons in their hands to resist.
It is already difficult enough for the soldiers to face the violent thorn wolves; the thorns constantly falling from their heads can ignite them and anesthetize their bodies, making their battle situation even worse (or is it adding fuel to the fire?
). Some soldiers with insufficient training are often accidentally hit by flying thorns. Their bodies are immediately unable to move and are ignited. They fall in despair in the flames and watch the thorn wolves rushing towards them destroy their bodies.
Shred!
The army had no chance of winning in the face of this crazy attack. They retreated while fighting, and with the help of friendly fire, they retreated to a place a hundred yards away from Lviv. There was a range beyond the reach of the thorns, and there were only thorns.
The demon wolves invaded, but the orc alliance still worked together to repel the demon wolves.
"Battle status report! How many casualties are there?" Othello asked about the battle status while nervously directing the battle.
"All six brigades were wiped out, 2,500 people died, and more than 10,000 people were seriously injured! There are still 3,000 people who lost their traces in the battle, and their lives and deaths are unknown!" the intelligence officer on the other end of the communicator reported.
"Damn..." the field commander hummed in despair.
"There is no way to maintain the battle line. If this continues, there will only be more casualties. Let your army withdraw another two or three hundred yards." Albert suggested from the side.
"Have you not seen those crazy thorn monsters?" Othello roared: "If those monsters are allowed to escape from Lviv and run rampant throughout the Dawn Region, the number of casualties will be far more than this! We must kill those monsters here
Suppress it, otherwise our towns and villages will all perish!"
"I understand everything you said. But you should calm down." Albert said calmly: "Just let your people stay outside the city and don't let a monster outside. Things in the city... are up to me.
Let’s find a way."
"What do you want to do?" Othello asked.
"Do what I have to do." Albert replied, walking towards the bridge of Skid Plattney's Ark. (To be continued)