However, the enemy's attack did not stop. Instead, it became more and more intense.
Later, a dozen more stone pillars fell from the sky, stirring up dust and red mist that almost blocked out the moonlight. The rubble hit the ground, making it difficult for Danny to even raise his head. Even the legendary Armageddon was nothing in front of this scene. One of the pillars fell right on the pile of iron boxes. The sudden impact sent Danny flying. When he came to himself, he was already lying on his back on the ground.
"Uh... damn it." He coughed and felt a sharp pain in his chest. At the same time, his mouth was filled with the salty taste of iron. "Malt, are you... okay?"
"I'm fine." Malt's anxious voice rang in his ears. "But you're hurt!"
"I guess my ribs are broken?" Danny gasped against the stinging pain. "It's okay. As long as it doesn't hinder me from pulling the trigger, I can still fight..."
He fumbled with his arm until he felt a familiar touch in his palm. Fortunately, he had not lost his gun.
"No, you have to get out of here. The faster, the better!" Malt's voice was almost begging.
Danny struggled to prop himself up and leaned against the twisted iron box behind him.
Just this small action had almost exhausted all of his strength.
In front of him, a black stone pillar that stood like a high wall was spewing red mist. It seemed that it was about to open.
Danny slowly lifted the gun. Since he could not exert any strength in his chest, he put it on his shoulder and used his knee as the butt of the gun. He did not think he would miss the target at a distance of less than 10 meters.
"Enough! Don't be stubborn! Why don't you leave? "
For a moment, he felt that it was both Malt's scream and his own question.
"Because I don't want to stay away from this smoke, and I don't want you to disappear..."
The stone slab fell down, and at the same time, a gunshot rang out.
The old friend in his hand did not let him down.
Even before the enemy tore open the capsule, the bullet had already pierced through the target's head.
But this time, the demon did not collapse.
Indifferently, it walked out of the cylinder, shook off the broken sac stuck to its body, and revealed itself in front of Danny.
It was a demon much larger than the Mad Demon, and its entire body was covered in strange armor. When it stood up straight, the elongated shadow shrouded him, as if it was covering the sky. In this darkness, only the enemy's eyes were glowing red.
Danny pushed the second bullet into the chamber and pulled the trigger again.
With a light clang, sparks burst out from the demon's chest, and at the same time, light blue ripples emerged, just like the surface of the water.
The demon stared at him coldly and walked towards him step by step.
He did not take out his weapon, nor did he quicken his pace. This was undoubtedly an expression of contempt.
Danny mechanically repeated the actions in his hands — pulling the bolt, firing, and shooting. But the opponent just let the bullets hit him, not moving at all.
"No …" Malt sobbed in despair.
When he fired for the fourth time, a dazzling flame suddenly burst out from the demon's chest!
Bang!
Amidst the deafening sound, the man was sent flying, tumbling and crashing into the metal box.
Looking at the smoke coming out of the muzzle, Danny could not help but be stunned.
Then a man stood in front of him.
"Back off, mortal." The man slightly tilted his head and said, "You're no match for it. From now on, we'll take over."
He held an astonishingly large firearm in his hand, and the bullets at his waist were almost as thick as a wrist. Obviously, this was not something an ordinary person could carry. Moreover, the newcomer was also covered from head to toe in armor, looking somewhat similar to the demon.
"Special Tactics Squad."
An idea flashed across Danny's mind.
Ever since the first expedition, this unit had become the most mysterious unit in the First Army. They never showed up during training, and no one knew their exact number or location. The only thing for sure was that they were all selected by His Majesty, and could be said to be the most elite combat force in Neverwinter.
"Roar — —!"
The demon crawled out of the iron box and let out a breathtaking roar. Compared to its previous disdain, it finally changed its attitude and took out the double-edged sword from its back.
"Ha, a Senior Demon promoted from the Lord of Hell. No wonder the magic reaction is so strong." The man fearlessly rushed toward the enemy. "And we've been living for this moment!"
Several soldiers in the same outfit followed closely behind him. After this group of people joined the battle, the situation gradually changed. Although they were carrying an astonishing weight, they could move and move at an extraordinary speed, forcing the enemy into a corner step by step. Moreover, their fighting style could be described as barbaric and violent. After emptying the ammunition, instead of looking for a shelter to reload, they stabbed their spears into the ground and madly hacked at the enemy!
Although the demon was agile, it was surrounded by several lunatics at the same time, and the blue ripples on its body became dimmer and dimmer. Obviously, it had consumed a lot of energy.
No wonder they were secretly trained by His Majesty.
But this was also his stage —
"Let me back off? Unless I completely stop breathing. "
Danny gritted his teeth and moved his body. He used himself as a gun holder and aimed the scope at the battlefield.
When a Mad Demon that tried to sneak up on the Special Tactics Squad from the rear was shot down by a sniper rifle, the man turned around and stared at him from afar.
Danny pulled the bolt and inhaled the lingering gunpowder smoke into his lungs. The sting and intoxication mixed together to form an indescribable taste.
"Isn't it a great feeling?" Malt.
…
"Damn it! What the hell is the Artillery Battalion doing? "
"Can't they make these damn stone needle rain stop for a while?"
"Don't tell me they threw a bunch of rookies who just joined the army to the front line?"
In the trench outside the camp, the soldiers huddled under the eaves and complained incessantly. Fishball was one of them. Although he was in the anti-aircraft machine gun team, it was not the Devilbeasts that flew over from time to time in the night sky, but something even more incredible. It was not a good idea to stand outside and operate the machine gun.
After they were awakened by the attack, they immediately stationed themselves in the defensive line according to the emergency plan. They encountered demons on the way, but they were soon knocked down by crossfire and mortars. As it turned out, the defensive line was not attacked at all. Their comrades on duty even asked them who they were shooting at in confusion. Just when everyone thought the next step was to clean up the scattered invaders, a new order came from above — no matter what the situation in the camp was like, they were not to leave the trench and be ready to fight the real enemy.
A group of demons was attacking the camp from the east and the south. They were the main force of this night attack.
Fish Ball couldn't help but recall the expedition a few months ago. The enemies swarmed toward them like a tide and ran faster than horses. Just the sight of them was enough to strike fear into anyone's heart. Fortunately, the First Army was well prepared. The dense firepower kept the demons at a distance of 200 meters.
But now, there was no reassuring bunker on the defensive line, the artillery support was slow to arrive, and there was a wave of explosions above their heads every once in a while. Coupled with the extremely poor vision at night, he was not sure if this battle would be as smooth as last time.
"They're coming!" Someone suddenly shouted. "They're 1,500 meters away. Everyone, get ready!"
"1,500 meters?" "It's already good enough to see 200 meters away at night!" Apparently, it was the witch with the All-Seeing Eye who gave the news. But the order from above was absolute. As long as the order was given, they could not retreat even if knives fell from the sky. Fishball clenched his teeth and prepared to enter the machine gun position.
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