When the Centaur Commander saw the Undead Army's attack, he sneered and waved his hand. All his subordinates instantly abandoned their arrows and drew their swords. Instead of retreating, they quickly gathered and raised their iron hooves to charge at the Undead Army.
Peers looked forward to their peers dying.
The centaurs and nagas were both famous in the Abyss, and they were both adept at cavalry battles. The grudges between the centaurs and nagas were enough to fill an entire library. Why would there be a need for them to 'announce their names'?
Just do it and be done with it!
This group of Naga, who usually only knew how to sit on their close relatives and shoot arrows from the back, had lost their minds. Light cavalry charging towards heavy cavalry in full armor? If they want to die, I'll grant them their wish!
"AHHHHH — — —"
As the centaurs roared, the ground trembled once again. The crimson centaurs gathered and launched a counterattack against the Undead Army.
In the blink of an eye, 300 steps!
With the great eyesight of the abyssal mutants, the centaur leader could see the gap in the scales on the elder's face. In the past, the centaurs would swiftly turn and take a detour at this distance to restrain the enemy. But this time, the centaurs didn't slow down at all.
In fact, they were still advancing!
200 steps! 150 steps!
Under the command of the centaurs, the centaurs in the front row put down their spears in unison. A sinister smile appeared in their eyes under their iron helmets.
Speed up!
100 steps. They couldn't dodge anymore!
In this narrow and almost insignificant distance, the elder at the front suddenly opened his mouth and roared.
Then, he reached into his leather pouch.
Together with everyone else, they pulled out a flintlock pistol with the emblem of the Ivory Tower engraved on it from their leather pouches and aimed it forward.
The centaur chieftain's eyes widened as he fell into a state of shock.
Damn it. What the hell are you holding?
50 steps!
At this distance, they couldn't dodge anymore.
A sinister smile appeared on the serpent's face as he pulled the trigger.
Times have changed, Chieftain.
Along with a loud boom, white smoke spurted out from the crude flintlock pistol. This kind of explosion that relied on alchemy gunpowder wasn't stable and some of the pistols had even exploded.
However, most of the flintlock pistols completed their mission when they were about to be scrapped, shooting out deadly bullets from them.
In an instant, the centaurs' formation shook. Along with a loud boom, countless centaurs staggered and came to a sudden halt. The formation was in chaos.
Under Flag Bearer Chao Lu's roar, all the nagas abandoned their guns and raised their sabers.
The blades clashed.
After a clash, the chieftain's head fell from his shoulder. The venerable elder didn't even look back as he continued forward. The Naga's charging formation instantly split into two sides, seizing the opportunity to deal damage. Following that, the Naga's formation regrouped amidst the raging flames, and once again charged towards the Centaurs who had fallen into chaos!
"Kill these bastards!"
The elder roared and raised his saber.
More than eighty Undead Knights followed closely behind and charged at the Centaurs who were in a chaotic formation.
However, the final outcome had already been decided the moment the flintlock pistol was fired.
With the technology of the Ivory Tower and Huai Shi's batch of degraded metal explosives, it was easy to use alchemy to recreate the flintlock pistol in hell.
But in reality, if it was only at this level, it was insignificant. In terms of lethality, the metal bullets couldn't even compare to the Centaur's heavy arrows from a distance.
There were very few guns that could be used in hell. And with the absurd physique of hell's creatures, a bullet wound was nothing. Even if one used a Thompson gun on a gargoyle, it wouldn't be of any use.
There were many races that were born with bulletproof vests.
In the end, the lethality of this thing didn't rely on its design. It was the shock it could cause when the enemy was caught off guard and the unknown after pulling the trigger.
These motherf * cking bastards even have guns. What if they throw a grenade?
The roar that burst forth from the Minotaurs' formation in the distance and the flames that soared into the sky perfectly confirmed this conjecture.
This group of bastards really had lightning in their eyes!
Not only do they have grenades, but they also have explosives and incendiary bombs!
Huai Shi's exclusive patent, the alchemy explosive V4.0 and the metal incendiary bomb Ramesh's Wrath were refined three times in a row. Using this kind of weapon at close range could be considered a mutual destruction weapon. Once they encountered the fearless Ratmen, it was like meeting the golden wind and morning dew. It was even better than meeting countless humans …
The excited rat-men braved the explosion and pounced into the formation with bloodshot eyes. Then, they suddenly fell to the ground.
It was like kowtowing for red packets during the new year.
Offering a big gift.
Brother and sister-in-law, Happy New Year!
As the blazing flames slowly rose from the Minotaurs, a hot wind filled with the pungent smell of metal blew in their faces.
Huai Shi propped herself up with her sword and stood in place, bored to death. She quietly watched the battle.
He stared at the colonel in the depths of the oil refinery.
The colonel also looked at him silently. His palm repeatedly rose and fell on the military knife, clenching and releasing it, but he never unsheathed it.
He hadn't made up his mind.
In the dancing firelight, the shadow on his mask constantly changed, flickering between light and dark.
Looking at Huai Shi's eyes, he slowly became disappointed.
In the end, the other party didn't use the terrifying weapon that instantly injured Pan Delong. Although he didn't know if there were restrictions or what, if he let the other party continue to blow up like this, even the Minotaurs Heavy Armor Company, which was famous for protracted and defensive battles, might not be able to withstand it.
He was still hesitating.
Just like that, in front of him, Huai Shi raised his hand. The darkness in the Burial Sanctum surged and almost boiled.
Then, countless blood-colored crows emerged from it, spread their wings, and rose into the sky.
The crimson torrent swirled above the sky.
Under the attack of the war, it was the crows of ghosts that had really transformed. In the dim light of the candlelight, they fiercely spread their wings and swooped down.
When the blade-like wings swept past, even the heavy armor of the Minotaurs couldn't resist.
A total of one thousand two hundred and sixty-four crows suddenly descended.
They didn't really rush into the battlefield. They swept past the chaotic battlefield and then rushed to the huge jellyfish in the sky.
In the scorching clouds, the huge jellyfish suddenly shook. Among the hundreds of tentacles, dozens of them were raised and swept around randomly, but they couldn't touch the invisible crows.
When the Crows flew, they would release the bombs between their claws, leaving a cluster of explosive flames on the huge canopy of the jellyfish.
After four or five consecutive explosions, the jellyfish's canopy was still intact and didn't fall apart as expected. After the translucent jellyfish's body surface broke, a large amount of cooling liquid that was on the verge of boiling spurted out from below.
It was difficult to cause effective damage, but it successfully interfered with the giant evolved chimera's work.
On the back of the jellyfish, the gunman who had attacked Huai Shi tried to fight back. Soon, as the crows spread, a middle-aged man with a solemn face in a black robe appeared on the jellyfish's canopy.
"Holy —"
Van Helsing raised his eyes and murmured fanatically. The Axe of Wrath in his hand lit up with a blazing light.
He stepped forward.
The sound of air breaking broke out. Van Helsing ignored the Blade of Extermination falling from above his head and came in front of the gunman. The burning axe blade slashed down with a thunderous sound.
The gunman only remembered to pull out his dagger and tried to block, but then the broken dagger fell from his body along with half of his arm.
Blood gushed out.
The gunman quickly retreated, trying to avoid it, but he couldn't escape Van Helsing's speed. The former executioner of the Religious Court of Inquiry followed him like a shadow.
If he couldn't even deal with a gunman at such a close distance, he wouldn't be called an ace purifier.
The gunman couldn't retreat. Without hesitation, he jumped off the back of the jellyfish and fell to the ground.
But in midair, Van Helsing's face was already close.
Several falling blades penetrated his body from the back, but there was still no expression on his solemn face. Instead, he raised the axe in his hand again and slashed down!
Blood sprayed out in midair.
Only a broken body fell to the ground, along with the broken border relics. Even with the protection of protective equipment, it was still difficult to be whole, like a lump of rotten meat.
Soon after, the severed head fell to the ground beside the colonel's feet.
The colonel glanced down at the face.
In silence, he raised his foot and kicked it away.
He pulled out his sword and pointed it at Huai Shi's face. He issued his challenge.
Huai Shi was expressionless and unmoved.
It was as if he didn't see it.
He couldn't be bothered.
As a result, the eyes under the mask became increasingly gloomy.
As he slashed down the blade, a cold shadow appeared in the flames behind the colonel.
The colonel's clone and soldiers descended again, but this time, their attire was completely different from his. They no longer maintained the ancient attire from decades ago. Instead, they were elite soldiers with masks and helmets, dark camouflage uniforms, and bulletproof vests.
In addition to the modern firearms in their hands, there were grenades at their waists, magazines hanging from their bodies, and even grenade launchers, mortars, and anti-aircraft rocket launchers. All kinds of weapons were available.
Under the miraculous blessing of the Stigmata, they weren't affected by Hell at all.
The total number of soldiers was more than 60, almost equivalent to an entire special operations force.
At this moment, the colonel's title was truly worthy of his name.
At this moment, the quiet night sky outside the oil refinery was broken by a roar.
A blazing beam of light suddenly rose from the distance and swept across the night sky, shooting toward the other side of the Village of Dusk. It vaguely illuminated the outline of a giant ship.
Then, the tail flames of countless missiles completely lit up the night sky.
On the ground, countless flames sprouted and grew rapidly, bringing with them thick smoke and vigorous air waves.
That was the direction of the Iron Crystal Constellation.
Huai Shi calmly glanced back, unmoved.
There was the Iron Crystal Constellation, the Grand Master guarding it, and the assistance of so many scholars, alchemists, and the ascendants of the exploration team. If the Ivy League really attacked, he would cut off his head on the spot.
Huai Shi still didn't know where he was most confident now.
There was no other word, the Grand Master.
As long as the Grand Master was still there, there was absolutely no possibility of the Iron Crystal Constellation falling. Huai Shi would have an absolutely safe rear and wouldn't have any worries.
But now it seemed that the branch control center here had become a trap used by the Ivy League to lure the Ivory Tower's troops.
He grinned and gave the colonel a mocking smile.
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