Chapter 727: The Great Defeat (Page 1/1)

On a moving tower made of heavy steel, generals in dark blue military uniforms hold golden binoculars and expensive alchemy props made by outstanding alchemists and look at the front lines.

The tower, which was guarded in the center by numerous soldiers, was about 10 kilometers away from the front line.

Reluctantly taking off the binoculars, the general handed it to his young and beautiful assistant, and then took a sonorous step back into the conference room.

At a round table, there were six people seated around, and the seventh empty seat was reserved for the general.

The man had entered, and a gentleman with a mustache and brown-black hair spoke elegantly:

"General Li Xi, how is the application of the 'Doomsday Messenger'?"

"Very good."

The general named Li Xi pulled over the chair, sat down with a golden sword, the tight-fitting military uniform with a standing collar highlighted his majestic and upright heroic posture, and his deep and sharp eyes were like goshawks, even if the years have left a lot of marks on his face, but no one dares to underestimate this Admiral Li Xi Colpoter, who once had the title of 'Duke of Eagle Wolf'!

After sitting down, General Li Xi's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, and he said word by word in a soldier-like and rigid tone:

"One Doomsday Messenger is enough to destroy all the purposes within a radius of eight hundred miles through the filling of half an hourglass time, as long as there are two, it can cause tens of thousands of deaths to the enemy, and ten, I can end the war in three hourglass hours!"

At this time, the gentleman couldn't help but burst out laughing:

"I'm sorry, my general, my factory has been rushing for half a year, and only seven units have been made, except for three in you, the others are used on the western front of the kingdom."

"What sad news."

The man who spoke was a young man with a straight hooked nose, and although he tried to draw a perfect smile on his face, the insidiousness and cunning that penetrated into the marrow could not be removed.

'Cunning Fox' Cosen, the kingdom's lieutenant general, was in charge of one side of the battle with General Li Xi on the eastern battlefield.

"Our army has completed the second phase of the plan, and now that all the guests have been driven into the pigsty, it's time to light the fire and serve a tempting barbecue feast."

The young man smiled like a fox, and his laughter revealed a chilling coldness.

Among the seven, a short, black-skinned officer spoke sharply:

"Our artillery is more powerful than theirs, we have more people than them, even the legendary powerhouses have enough to slaughter 100,000 people, and the natives have no power to stop us......"

"Our ministry can be dispatched at any time to encircle and suppress this group of natives!"

Li Xi pondered for a moment, and then spoke:

"Vice Admiral Kerry, you can prepare to activate the 1st, 3rd, and 6th Legions of the Golem, and prepare to participate in the final encirclement and suppression."

"All the 'Doomsday Messengers' immediately enter the filling state, and use the doomsday artillery fire as a signal to prepare the whole army to end the war!"

The gentleman shook his head:

"It seems that I have used a lot of arms I brought, and this business is in vain, but I am very interested in this group of natives, and I ask the generals not to slaughter them all like pigs."

The fox-like Curson smiled and said:

"Then, it depends on how much you can pay for this group of natives, sir."

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As the battle continued, countless Monsutes were forced into a valley where the snow melted, and the melting of the snow accelerated under the constant sound of artillery, causing a massive collapse.

At the most dangerous moment, Irut escaped the mortal bombardment on a wyvern, but when he looked back, the entire headquarters had been smashed into a deep pit, and thousands of elites were buried in an instant.

No matter how many times it has been experienced, the war between industrial civilizations is like a meat grinder, brutally strangling a large number of lives.

Seeing the worthless deaths of his subordinates, Irut's heart was already covered with grief.

At this moment, several exclamations came from his ears, shouting loudly in a language he didn't understand, and his tone seemed to be surprised.

It was a few soldiers in light gray uniforms, wearing steel helmets and large-caliber muskets in their hands, waiting for Irut with wolf-like eyes.

At this moment, the grief of the King of Ugash had been replaced by anger, which in turn provoked a monstrous murderous intent.

Dragging his broken body, Irut held the halberd in one hand and slashed out with the long roar of the wyvern.

The scarlet blood line crossed in an instant, and several soldiers only had time to let out a short scream, and then their necks were cut off, and their unwilling heads flew high and were devoured by the wyvern one by one.

However, a soldier had already sounded a signal flare before he died, and a cloud of wolf smoke quickly rose and echoed for nine days.

Irut was overjoyed and rode off on the dragon.

However, a moment later, countless lights and flames lit up from the ground, and one cannon after another aimed their focus at the sky, and in an instant, ten thousand cannons rang out in unison, and the flying dragon dodged left and right, and finally was hit by a cannonball, and fell to the ground in a wail.

A few black dots suddenly appeared on the edge of the sky.

It was a knight on the back of a griffon, armed with bronze armor on his original uniform, and a cannon hanging on each side of the griffon, swooping down and bombarding Irut's front door.

The badly wounded legend has it that the mighty man wielded his halberd, flew one cannonball after another, and even slammed into the sky with a single blow, burying a knight with a great future amid the screams of the griffin.

The trapped beast is still fighting, and what arouses the ferocity of more hunters.

The number of griffin knights increased to more than a ten, and the ground troops organized an ironclad battle formation of hundreds of people, surrounded Irut in the formation, and tried to snipe effectively with firearms.

And among this group of invaders, there are also a large number of spellcasters, attaching all kinds of weakening spells to Irut.

This is not a simple alchemy civilization, with the addition of fire and sword, it still gives magic a lot of room for development, and the caster is still a well-deserved king of war on the battlefield.

Perhaps the overall situation had been decided, and a legendary-level spellcaster rose proudly into the air, and a network of red flames suddenly intertwined around his body, quickly condensing more than a dozen bursting fireballs and bombarding them continuously.

Eight Rings Spell: Fire Rain Swift Star!

His body was getting weaker and weaker, and the serious injuries were bursting out at this moment, Irut could no longer take the spell, and he could even feel his life moving away from him step by step, and the tiredness from his eyeballs caused his eyelids to slowly fall.

Already...... I can't hold it anymore, so ...... Before I die, I'll shoot that one caster's back.

As if in the light of day, Irut looked up, swung his halberd, and prepared to use the last of his strength to shoot the ascension spellcaster.

However, what you can see is that three blood lines fell from the sky, and the legendary caster who rose into the sky was cut open, and the flame of life came to an abrupt end in a miserable howl.

The manic beast suddenly appeared on the field, its sharp claws already tearing a bloody way out.

Amid the exclamations of his enemies, Irut recognized the beast for what it really was.

It is the pet of the gods, and has the power of the abyss Beamon comparable to the mythical battle.

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