Alien Knights - Chapter 750

Ackerman jumped off the tower, rushed to the quartermaster of the Crusade Army, and asked, “How much is there in the stock of war preparations and ammunition?”

As a quartermaster, the dwarf seemed to be a little unresponsive by the sound of the horn just now. After Ackerman asked for the second time, he stammered and replied: “About half of the arrows and bullets are left. Throw There are only less than one-third of the weapons. The melee weapons, armors and shields have been damaged in the previous battle and are being replaced… However, the spore shells used by the thundering beasts still have three rounds of ammunition reserves.”

Ackerman listened and said, “Tell everyone, speed up and prepare!”

Returning to the city wall, Ackerman looked into the distance and said to Randall, who was also worried, “Due to the existence of the necromantic crows, the Valkyrie cannot conduct aerial reconnaissance, so we may have miscalculated the number of enemies.”

Randall clenched the sword in his hand and nodded towards Ackerman and said, “Our duty is to defend this city. The number of enemies has nothing to do with us.”

Hearing the deep meaning of the other party’s words, Ackerman said firmly: “Yes, our duty is to defend this city. The number of enemies has nothing to do with us.”

Changed to a brand-new battle axe, Carol walked to the wall and said to the two of them: “Behind us is Twilight City. There is no other way but to fight.”

Seeing Carol’s glance over, Aldenan said angrily: “You don’t have to look at me like this, I have no choice but to fight.”

Carol snorted coldly.

Ackerman walked to the observatory of the city wall and looked at the increasingly gray sky in the distance. Even the air in the wind became heavier and heavier.

A black line slowly fills the horizon.

This line is getting longer and wider, like an endless stretch of darkness, swallowing all the light of the earth.

When the huge corpses of the undead appeared in the vision of the Crusaders, almost everyone held their breath.

In Yingyingzhuozhuo’s necromantic army, a group of huge figures tens of meters in height are slowly moving towards the city wall.

Seeing all this, Ackerman cast his inquiring gaze to Randall.

The latter also looked shocked: “We have never seen anything like that!”

These huge dead spirits are made up of countless corpses and parasites. At a height of tens of meters, they look like fortresses walking on the ground.

It grows with dozens of sturdy arch feet, which look a bit similar to the structure of a keel, and there are tentacles made up of countless necrotic parasites on it.

Its head is a huge crater similar to a crater. Numerous sharp teeth are constantly wriggling with the opening and closing of the huge crater.

While walking, these fortress dead spirits used their tentacles to roll up the scattered corpses from the battlefield, and then stuff them into the huge abyss above their heads.

The sound of chewing flesh and bones sounds like an echo in hell, which is chilling.

Around these fortresses, there are also many bone spurs and similar high-level undeads. They are like crazy beasts, constantly devouring the excrement that the fortresses pull down from their bodies, as if those are supremely delicious. Of delicacies.

Looking at this scene, Ackerman’s face turned pale, and he turned his head and ordered: “Let the thundering war beast be ready, wait for my order!”

This time the movement speed of the necromantic army is slower than the previous attack, but the overwhelming threat is much higher than the last corpse group.

Seeing the necromantic army enter the shelling circle, Ackerman shot a signal arrow into the sky and gave the shelling order.

Dozens of spore shells fell into the necromancer army. In the violent explosion, the slow-moving and huge fortress necromancer became the priority target.

Waiting for the smoke to clear, Ackerman observes the battlefield again.

Two fortress undead were hit by shelling and suffered damage of different degrees.

One broke a leg, and the other had a huge wound on its front.

Ackerman’s joy did not last long, and saw the two wounded fortress undead lying on the ground, and countless tentacles of parasites also stretched out into the earth.

Just like absorbing nutrients from the ground, the wounds of the fortress necromancers are being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a short while, the two dead spirits were repaired and continued to move slowly towards the defense line.

Ackerman was so startled that he couldn’t speak, until Randall reminded him: “The necromantic army has entered the shooting circle.”

Looking at the necromantic army getting closer, Ackerman fired a second signal arrow and issued an order to cover the shooting.

Arrows, fireballs, ice guns, and lightning like raindrops fell in the formation of the necromantic army, and the necromancers continued to fall.

Just after Ackerman shot down a bone spur with an arrow, he saw an incredible scene.

A fortress undead not far from the bone spur undead stretched out its tentacles toward the former.

The tentacles pierced the body of the dead bone spur. After a while, the dead bone spur slowly got up, and even the wound on the top of his head was repaired.

However, something that shocked Ackerman even more happened.

Those huge fortress undead slowly stopped about two hundred meters away from the line of defense.

They are like buildings, arched feet slowly bend, and their bodies fall on the ground.

The squirming huge mouth seems to be ruminating something.

With a muffled sound, a corpse ball with a diameter of more than five meters ejected from the huge mouth of the fortress undead, like a trebuchet attack, and fell into the line of defense of the Holy Religious Army.

The corpse ball hit the ground, smashing the city wall through a huge gap.

Numerous small dead spirits with faces similar in size and appearance to spiders jumped out of the corpse ball, and the city walls were covered in an instant.

These small, spider-like dead spirits move quickly, with a sharp mouthpart on their abdomen, and a long parasite limb on their tail.

They rushed towards the Holy Cleric Army in groups.

An elf burned dozens of them with the power of flamethrowing, but was alive torn apart by a slippery fish. In the next few seconds, it was torn into pieces by a swarm of dead spiders. Fragments.

Watching this scene, Ackerman was angry and shot the last arrow into the bone spur of the necromancer who was climbing the city wall, and then drew out the saber he carried and threw a necromancer who had climbed the shield wall over.

Snake Sisters came to the vicinity of the small necromancer group, using the ability of petrification, to constantly kill these little things that pose a huge threat to the back row of the Crusades.

But what made them desperate was that more and more corpse **** were spit out from the mouths of the fortresses, and fell into the defense line in pieces.

Just when Ackerman was still struggling to fight, a hand suddenly caught him.

Ackerman turned his head, the other party turned out to be a big elf shaman.

Smashing a ball of fire on the dead corpse ball, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, among the wreckage of the undead flying all over the sky, the big elf shaman shouted to Ackerman: “Bring the wounded of the Holy Order! Back!”

Ackerman held his sword high, and while struggling to kill more and more undead on the wall, he shouted: “I won’t go!”

The big elf shaman grabbed Ackerman by the shoulder, stared at the latter’s eyes and said: “You are their commander! You have a responsibility to protect the wounded!”

Ackerman shook his head vigorously and said: “I’m leaving, who will be responsible for blocking them?!”

The big elf shaman stepped aside and motioned to Ackerman to look at the city wall.

Not far away, the big orc shaman who took off his robe, holding a battle axe in each hand, slaughtered the undead like a whirlwind.

Holding a stone pillar as high as one person, the tauren shaman no longer looked like his usual docile appearance. He waved the stone pillar madly, smashing a group of dead spirits climbing the city wall to pieces.

A little further away, the big werewolf shaman who bites the dead souls, the big dwarf shaman who threw a Molotov cocktail…

Every member of the Shaman Association has come to the front line, practicing the vow with the Dragon God with blood and life.

The big elven shaman held Ackerman’s face tightly with both hands, and forced the other person to look into his eyes: “Listen, listen! There is a final line of defense in the king city. Bring all the rest of the Holy Clerical Army to arrive. There, hold on there!”

Ackerman’s tears blurred his eyes, and he nodded vigorously.

Elf Shaman smiled and said: “Don’t worry, the Dragon God will not abandon us, he will come back to save us eventually.”

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