Red Blood Dragon Knight - Chapter 1591

In the second fortress, the voices of people were loud and the killing sound shook the sky.

This fierce battle has been going on for several hours.

From midnight, the Dera Zerg began to launch a tide of onslaught.

Wave after wave, rushing towards Fort No. 2 like a wave.

On the top of the fortress, hundreds of liches shuttled back and forth in the air like ominous crows, pouring various dark spells toward the bottom of the fortress.

The human priests and wizards stood on the ground and kept firing into the air.

Black, green, yellow, white, blue… all kinds of spells intertwined in the air, extremely gorgeous.

Unknowingly, the eastern sky has revealed a hint of gray light-it will not be long before dawn.

In the fortress, Amu, a soldier of the 4th Division of the Lingshan National Reading Force and Army, kept shooting outwards. Due to the intense fighting, he had forgotten how long he had fought, as if he had been fighting in this bunker all his life, repeating the monotonous actions of loading, shooting, loading, and shooting.

Next to him, the machine gunner Anderson’s machine gun was still firing “Dangdangdang” continuously, but the barrel of the machine gun had been flushed red, as if an iron rod had been heated in a stove and almost melted.

Beside him, there was also a wooden barrel thrown. This originally contained water used to cool the machine gun, but at this time, the barrel was empty and there was no drop of water.

However, for the soldiers, this is not impossible. When the temperature of the machine gun was too high, Anderson yelled, and then someone would come over, pull off his pants, and pee into the barrel.

As soon as those liquids touched the barrel of the gun, they immediately made a sound of “pupupupu”. At the same time, there was a burst of white steam.

A suffocation filled the bunker.

But then all the soldiers couldn’t pee.

The ground in the bunker was submerged by the bullet casings-the fighting was not intermittent, and no one cared about cleaning up the bullet casings.

You know, because brass fixed-loading ammunition is too expensive, the coalition forces have a hard name for the recovery of bullet casings. In many cases, all ministries have to hold the recovered bullet casings to smoothly receive new bullets from logistics.

But the logistics soldiers didn’t care about this at this time. They desperately sent the ammunition from the rear to the front line, rushing back and forth, and they were tired and spit out their tongues more than a foot long like a dog.

Therefore, Amu and the others can only stand in a difficult battle in a pile of shells that can bury their feet.

After a whole night of high-intensity fighting, the soldiers have exhausted their adrenaline, and the tiredness swept over.

Amu felt his calf trembling, his shoulders had lost consciousness, and he couldn’t even feel the recoil shaking when he shot.

His arms were numb, and his fingers were sore. He couldn’t do it if he let him put down the gun now, because his arm was completely stiff, and he could only keep shooting.

And the flamethrower of the Orc Grenadier had already been thrown aside, and the logistics had no fuel to let them set fire to their heart’s content.

At the moment he is fighting like the soldiers of the Caribbean Division, relying on powerful arms, throwing the grenades piled under his feet into the opposite swarm, or spraying the monsters rushing in with a shotgun.

The wizards of the coalition army were behind them, throwing spells to the opposite side, killing a large number of monsters.

But the appearance of the mage was more miserable than Amu and the others. Because of the excessive consumption of mana, the thick winter clothes of the mage had been soaked in sweat, and his face was pale without a trace of blood, turning into a dull blue-gray. His body was shaky, and he could stand firmly by the staff.

Many people took out the medicine that stimulated the surname, and poured it down. Stimulate the last trace of potential in the body, and then plunge into the battle again.

The soldiers fired bullets, and the mages used all their mana.

The sequelae of over-consuming mana is very serious. Even if the battle is now over, they will have to lie down for a few days, and they will not be able to ease it for weeks.

It was the victory that supported them in fighting hard, and they had seen the scene of being rushed into the fortress by monsters, and they would definitely be eaten by the monsters—no one wanted to bury them.

When Anderson burned the bullet chain on the machine gun as fast as he could, and then cursed while replacing it with a new one, a dazzling figure passed by the bunker.

He wielded a bright lightsaber, like a huge and sharp iron plow, and a channel dripped from the monster, wherever he went, the monster’s body was flying in the sky.

It was Marshal’Lorraine’ who guarded the fortress.

Seeing the commander-in-chief fighting on the front line with his own eyes, Amu and the others were also refreshed. Even the boss was fighting for his life. What else can they complain about.

In addition, Marshal’Lorraine’ has personally fought for several hours. He is still alive and vigorous as before, running around the fortress, wherever the situation is critical.

This kind of situation can’t help but make people sigh, this master is really awesome.

They were so tired that they just squeezed the trigger and spit out their tongues. Lord Lorraine was slashing people with one sword and one sword.

This stamina… No wonder people have two girlfriends with more mahjong tables.

As soon as Marshal ‘Lorraine’ passed by, the worms in front of the bunker had already surged up again.

They opened their mouths loudly, jumped over the bodies of their companions, and rushed towards the bunker. Kancan rushed to a distance of twenty meters.

Sylvie was shocked when he saw this situation, and shouted with exhaustion, “Fire, fire, fire with all strength…”

Because of too much yelling, his voice has long become hoarse, as if it is mixed with sand.

The soldiers all jumped up, raised their rifles, and shot at the insects.

The orc soldier also gave a grin, and then tied twenty high explosive grenades with cloth strips. After pulling the strings, he carried the long cloth strip at the tail, turned it around for a few times, and finally slammed it hard. Got out.

Although he used the most power, so many grenades are still too heavy, and they can fall at a distance of 20 meters.

Seeing this situation, the soldiers in the bunker were all scared to death-more than twenty grenades exploded at the same time and the power was as powerful as a heavy artillery shell.

At such a close distance, they are likely to be affected.

Therefore, all of them screamed and fell to the ground.

But at this time, I saw that those insect swarms had already stepped over the burning grenade, completely submerging it.

Then I heard a loud bang coming from.

The powerful shock wave was mixed with dust, and rushed into the shooting port of the bunker like a sandstorm. The choking people coughed.

They all got up from the ground at the moment, all of them were ashamed.

Lamy was anxious and frustrated, and shouted at the orc: “NMD! Are you crazy? Do you want to blow us up together?”

Amu suddenly became nervous: According to legend, these half-orcs had bad tempers. If you don’t agree, you will fight with others.

But unexpectedly, the orc soldier smiled honestly and pointed to the outside and said, “Aren’t you afraid of bugs rushing up? Look, this effect is actually pretty good.”

Everyone couldn’t help but stagnate, and turned their heads to look out.

At this moment, the gunpowder smoke outside has gradually dissipated, and all the insect swarms that had rushed up have disappeared, leaving only a large pit several meters in radius.

Not far away, a crippled bug that was bombed was screaming and struggling.

Then a series of bullets flew in, tearing apart its hard shell, and got in. At the same time, waves of green liquid splashed out of it.

The bug raised his head, let out a final roar toward the sky, and then fell down extremely tragically.

Everyone couldn’t help sighing for a while. Although these bugs are low-level creatures, they are so brave and awe-inspiring.

At this moment, someone yelled: “It’s coming up again.”

Everyone was shocked and looked into the distance. As expected, the insects behind had jumped and roared and charged up.

“Fire, fire, fire…” Sylvie’s hoarse voice sounded again.

The soldiers raised their guns one after another.

“Machine gun, how about the machine gun? Anderson, you idiot, hurry me up.”

Amid Sylvie’s anger, Anderson pulled the trigger forcefully, and then squeezed the trigger again.

“Suddenly…” A flame of more than half a foot was ejected from the muzzle, and the red dots visible to the naked eye burst out of the gun’s chamber and rushed towards the distance.

The bugs fell to the ground in whole pieces like wheatgrass being harvested. But only a second later, the bugs from behind had already swarmed up again.

While fighting in the sky, the liches kept gazing toward higher places in the sky. By now, it should have consumed enough human power, right?

Now, should the war fortress go out and give the enemy a fatal blow?

But until now, there are still no orders.

Do you think the enemy’s power is not consumed enough?

Since there is no order, they can only gritted their teeth and continue to fight-now is a critical moment related to the life and death of the undead, and there must be no slack.

Otherwise, even if they survive in the future, they will only be chased and killed by humans everywhere like wild dogs.

At the rear, the lich mighty Bald, who was monitoring the Zerg attack, watched the passage of time. His patience was gradually consumed. He wandered in place, hesitating whether to fly into the war again. Fortress, urge Edwood…

To the east of the No. 2 Soldier Station, above the Eagle Division’s position, the soldiers also clenched their guns and held their positions, staying up all night.

However, the Zerg did not attack them in order to concentrate on attacking the military station.

And because of the darkness, the Eagle Division did not take advantage of the situation to launch an attack. But behind their position, beside the legion command, a huge open space had long been cleared.

The soldiers were busy unloading pieces of metal plates from the carriage not far away, and then, under the command of the magician, put them on the ground.

If you look down from the air, you can see that a huge magic circle is taking shape…

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Seeing the high priest’s sudden power, the dragon elders threw down the icicles that sealed the lava lake, and then all retreated very cleverly.

The crowd retreated to the entrance of the cave, and the dragon elder Yvettelias held up a green light, protected the crowd behind him, and looked at the undead high priest on the opposite side with high vigilance.

The roar of the undead high priest’s curse echoed in the cave, shaking the ground with a sound.

The ghostly shadows revolved around the undead high priest.

The voice of the undead high priest echoed in the cave, covering up all the sounds, and it was impossible for everyone to communicate.

But this does not affect Lorraine, Lord Lorraine said in his heart: “What is spirit absorption.”

Vera tilted her head and thought for a while, her brows frowned. It seemed that this question was a bit difficult for Vera-she must have not studied well when she was in school.

After a while, Vera’s eyes lit up, and it seemed that she finally remembered, and she squatted in Lorraine’s ear and said loudly: “It is a spell that absorbs vitality, one of the most powerful spells of the Demon Race.”

Lord Lorraine nodded clearly, and suddenly remembered the prototype of the undead war fortress, the powerful magic weapon of the demons, whose power comes from its soul-absorbing ability.

It is said that wherever it goes, there is no grass and it is very powerful.

From the serious expressions of the dragon elders, we can also see the terrible thing about the spirit suction of the undead high priest.

Suddenly, the roar suddenly dissipated, and the cave became quiet instantly.

This sudden change from loud noise to silence caused Lorraine to feel a bit twisted, and an unknown feeling rose in his heart.

Then, the surrounding colors became dim.

The magma, the stone walls, the ground, Lorraine watched everything around him, quickly fading.

They seemed to be drained of the color inside, and quickly turned into a monotonous gray.

Even the boiling magma, which is as high as a thousand degrees, is rapidly darkening, solidifying, and turning grayish white again.

There was a sound of “click” when the rocks broke.

The rock is like crushed dry soil, peeling off piece by piece, falling lightly like burnt dust.

The whole cave is crumbling.

Only on the ground inside the protective cover of Dragon Elder Yvetterias still maintained the black color.

It contrasted sharply with the surrounding rock that turned grayish white, which was very strange.

Lord Lorraine took a breath, this spell is really too domineering.

If you don’t have the protection of Elder Yvettelias, you have to rely on the ability of Battle Spirit Armor to resist.

The end result was either that he was overwhelmed and his vitality was severely injured, or he was unable to resist and was drawn into a single person just like the surrounding rocks.

Lord Lorraine was secretly vigilant in his heart, don’t look at the undead high priest now lingering, but once this old guy gets angry, it is still very terrible.

After using the spirit suction technique, the figure of the undead high priest suddenly became thinner. He was originally very thin, but now he has become a bamboo pole with only skin and bones.

It seems that this spell consumes a lot of him.

The eye sockets of the undead high priest were sunken, but his eyes were still shining brightly, as if he was more energetic than before.

Although the spell was stopped, the elders of the dragon clan did not dare to take it lightly, still carefully maintaining the protection technique, waiting for the actions of the undead high priest.

The undead high priest glanced at Edwood behind the crowd, and said in a hoarse voice: “This is the road to becoming a god!”

Edwood looked at the Undead High Priest silently, but his eyes were shining, and the powerful power displayed by the Undead High Priest made him very excited.

The undead high priest sneered and said: “If you follow me to conquer the world. I can impart this power to you, but, what a pity…”

Morehouse Thoras snorted coldly, and said, “Wait until you have mastered it first~www.mtlnovel.com~ You have become a god.”

The undead high priest looked at Lorraine and the others, and said proudly: “Although I can’t become a god, but I can find a true god.

What I can’t get, no one can think of getting it. “

Morehouse Thoras frowned and asked sharply, “What did you do?”

The undead high priest chuckled and said: “A dozen dragons, I think, such a sacrifice will satisfy him.”

The cave shook violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.

The ground under Lorraine’s feet shook violently up, down, left and right, and everyone suddenly became unstable and hurriedly looked for support.

Vera hugged Lorraine tightly, and Lord Lorraine’s long sword thrust into the ground forcefully to resist the shaking of the ground.

The surface of the frozen lava lake cracked in the earthquake and turned into pieces.

Following the violent shaking of the cracked ground, it suddenly arched upwards, fell violently, and then suddenly jacked up again, so back and forth.

It felt like there was something underneath, breaking through the rock barrier, trying to crawl out.

A huge hole suddenly exploded in the middle of the solidified lava lake with a loud crash of rock.

Crushed stones splashed around in the cave.

Among the flying gravel, Lorraine saw a dark red fist. A huge dark red fist.

The undead high priest is not even this fist high.

Following from the cave, there were thick wrists and scaly arms.

A scorching flame rushed out of the blasted hole and directly added the rock on the top of the cave.

In the erupting flame, this huge arm slowly retracted into the hole.

Lord Lorraine couldn’t close his mouth in surprise, and said blankly: “What the **** is this?”