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Chapter 1161

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When the two groups of shadows crossed the midfield and advanced to the five-kilometer zone, the First Army raised the reconnaissance balloons and stopped the artillery bombardment.

The Magic Slayer also noticed this, but he could not understand the intention of the humans. The levitating sphere was supposed to be used to see things from a high vantage point, but what was the point of ascending to a higher vantage point when he could not even see anything at night?

While the rain of fire stopped, the Magic Slayer ordered the soldiers to speed up.

When the shadows crossed the four-kilometer line, the Artillery Battalion completed the latest round of ammunition preparation and set up the flare launchers.

Since the first night attack, Neverwinter had rushed to produce a batch of simple lighting equipment. It was not much different from a mortar, except that a parachute was installed at the tail of the shell and the explosive at the head was replaced by a mixture of magnesium and aluminum powder that could burn continuously. The first flare could be used in the same launcher as the mortar shell, but during tests, it was found that the brightness and burning time of the small-caliber flare were not good enough, so they replaced it with a special large-caliber launcher. Although the soldiers could not shoot as accurately as they could in the daytime, they could at least show the general environment of the battlefield.

However, the First Army had never used it in actual combat, which was also the suggestion of the General Staff.

When the enemies approached the edge of the three-kilometer zone, Iron Axe could not wait to give the order to counterattack.

"Yes!" Van'er yelled after he hung up the phone. "Flare, maximum angle, fire!"

With a few soft bangs, several dazzling balls of light suddenly exploded in the night sky. The orange flames dispelled the darkness and revealed the outline of the earth.

Then more flare rose into the sky, ignited, and fell.

Within the three-kilometer area in front of the position, it was as if a row of "small suns" had appeared. Although they could not change the day and night, they made the stars and the moon lose their luster for a moment.

The huge stone pillars, Spider Demons, and Mad Demons that had been hiding in the night sky also showed themselves!

Even if it was only a small area, it was enough to point out the target for the cannons.

After a round of test firing, the dense shells whizzed toward the back of the God's Stone. Unlike the previous aimless shooting, this time the cannons were completely prepared. The demons were obviously stunned and did not know whether to move forward or to flee from the area that was suddenly covered by the light. For a moment, they were stuck in a stalemate.

In an instant, a deafening explosion engulfed the enemy's crooked marching troops.



Ösrook looked at the "light balls" that were slowly falling from the sky, and his indifferent expression finally showed a trace of change.

Now, it understood the significance of humans raising the floating sphere.

Six months ago, they were still at their wits' end against the night attack and could only passively guard the camp. But now, they had come up with a countermeasure, and they had endured until now to use it. Whether it was in terms of methods or temperament, he could no longer be treated as a harmless bug.

Such a human … could already be considered as their opponent.

He had to let the king understand this!

It instantly made a judgment.

At the same time, Ösrook made up his mind. Cutting off the enemy's eyes and arms was the most important goal at the moment. Otherwise, this unit might bring endless trouble to the tribe's development plans.

It shifted its gaze back to its feet. Under the bombardment of the humans' Fire Rain, the God's Stone Pillars of Punishment and the follow-up troops had begun to disconnect. According to the original plan, these pillars should be able to push into the tombstone's attack range. At that time, they would be able to cooperate with the Primal Demons on both sides to launch an attack to recover the disadvantage in range and maximize the killing efficiency of the troops.

But now, the illuminated area had cut off the army's route. If they forced their way through, they would only become the target of the Fire Rain. After losing the cover of the night, the originally hidden blind spot had become a narrow stretch of land of death.

Destroy those light balls? No … the humans obviously had as many of these things as they wanted. Not to mention that there were people in the camp watching it …

Ösrook suddenly increased its speed and flew toward the enemy's camp!

After avoiding a series of fire crossbows, it landed in front of a floating sphere and rushed to grab the observer's neck when he jumped out of the basket.

Looking at the terrified human, Ösrook revealed a ferocious smile and then tore the human in half.

Then it threw the body down, raised its head and let out a sharp howl!

Along with the howl was the order for the general attack —

Sensing its will, the Primal Demons also let out the same roar. They all rushed out of their hiding places and launched a final charge toward the human camp!

In an instant, the earth was boiling!



The battle finally returned to the way the First Army was most familiar with.

A large number of demons emerged from the blind spot, and for a moment, it seemed that the enemy was everywhere. The rising flares illuminated the last three kilometers. The mortars and heavy machine guns opened fire almost at the same time, as if they were going to overturn the entire ground.

Probably because both sides knew the meaning of this decisive battle, they did not hold back once the battle began. The two forces collided and instantly turned the plain into a bloody meat grinder!

As long as the Mad Demons crawled into the spear throwing range, they would not hesitate to throw bone spears until their arms were useless. Even if their legs were broken and their bodies were pierced, they would continue to wriggle forward with blue blood trailing behind them.

And the First Army did not take a step back.

The machine gun squad poured out bullets like water. Even in the face of the Spider Demons' stone needles, they did not have the slightest intention of dodging. After the exposed shooters were shot down, the wounded and the dead would immediately be replaced by the new squad members. The only time they could stop was when they had to replace the broken barrels.

The fierce battle lasted from midnight until dawn.

When the first rays of dawn appeared in the sky, dozens of Devilbeasts joined the battle.

Under the morning light, this was undoubtedly the demons' last chance.

At this time, the pressure on the ground had greatly decreased. More machine gun squads raised their muzzles and worked with the anti-aircraft squad to form an airtight anti-aircraft net.

The Magic Slayer tried to break into the defensive line several times, but he was forced back by the dense hail of bullets.

The scales of victory were gradually tipping in the human's favor.

At noon, the gunfire subsided.

Agatha followed Iron Axe and the others out of the underground command center and slowly walked to the front of the battlefield.

The air was still filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, but she found it surprisingly attractive.

The grassland, which had been lush and green yesterday, was now a mess. There were potholes and corpses everywhere.

The enemy's blood flowed along the ground and soaked into the soil. The grass and shrubs in the way reflected a faint blue luster under the sun.

The Taquila ruins in the distance were still occupied by the giant skeletons, but Agatha knew that after this battle, the demons would no longer be able to stop the human's advance. They were only one step away from retaking the Holy City.

"We … won!" Roland did not know who shouted first. Maybe it was a common soldier, a witch, or a Taquila survivor … But it did not matter anymore, because the next moment, cheers of victory spread through the entire camp.

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