Chapter 691: The Unstoppable Day of Doom (Page 1/1)

A rift appeared, and soon, the next day, the third, appeared one after the other.

A large number of sharks rushed into the defense line along the gaps, and countless Imperial soldiers were torn to pieces on the spot, but many more soldiers chose to smash the butt of their guns into the head of the shark monster that intended to bite their necks, taking the opportunity to take a step backwards, pulling out the saber at their waist and slicing the monster's throat with a single blow.

The suppression of vitality was over, and an extremely brutal hand-to-hand combat ensued.

A large number of Imperial soldiers die tragically at any given moment, but well-trained warriors can often carry with them several times the number of shark monsters on their side.

The well-trained Surdua Imperial Army relied on the coordination of military formations like cogs nested with each other, with sabers, short spikes, spears and one-handed axes forming sawtooth teeth, each gear was mated and rotated with each other, methodically grinding and killing the shark monsters trapped in the formation.

However, despite how well trained the Imperial warriors were, the number of Sharks was too large, with a life force as tenacious as a cockroach and a ferocious personality.

I don't know if there was a bang in the air.

A large number of shark monsters clinged to an airship, and the quantitative change caused the qualitative change, and the heavy gravity suppressed the airship and fell straight to the ground.

In an instant, with the deafening explosion sounded, the orange-red fire bloomed a spectacular mushroom cloud on the earth, setting off a monstrous wave of blood, countless shark monsters died in this explosion, but soon, another batch rushed out of the fog.

Wounded sharks gnaw on the flesh and blood of their counterparts on the ground, repairing their own injuries, and even the broken limbs can induce new flesh to regenerate.

"Damn, where are there so many monsters!"

The commander smashed the seventh telescope, and the guards quickly handed him an eight, but it didn't last more than five minutes.

Anxiety and anger weave through the Commander's mind, leaving the void for doubt and incomprehension.

It is incomprehensible that the soldiers are killing more monsters than the civilians of the three provinces, but more monsters are still rushing out of the fog.

At the commander's side, a young man with a monolithic gold-framed round eye said lightly:

"It seems that the association's hypothesis is correct, the northern region has been torn open a passage to the outer regions, these monsters do not belong to this world, they come from the outside ......"

"No matter where they come from, I just hope they all die now!"

The commander angrily interrupted the young alchemist, who only frowned slightly, but did not open his mouth to refute.

He quickly spoke:

"Let the tank and tank units be dispatched as soon as possible."

The commander hesitated, and then gave the order-

For a while, countless mechanical monsters wrapped in hard metal skins rushed into the battlefield, and countless shark monsters immediately tore in, viciously biting the metal shell, but they were soon swept into the wheel and crushed into meat sauce.

The Steam Tank, the Turbo Chariot, is an alchemical product of the last generation, not only providing powerful artillery support, but also a small mobile fortress itself, with a body wrapped in a heavy metal shell that can try to crush any praying mantis in its path.

Represented by young alchemists, the Royal Society of Alchemists also provided a large number of products as support for this great war.

In addition to the epoch-making Floating Fortress, there is also a weakened version of the Fortress Tank that can be mass-produced.

Seventy feet high, towers unfurled, artillery extended from the towers, and the fortress tanks rushed into the line on a large scale, giving the sharks a new round of crushing.

The hole cards were used in advance, and the commander simply did not do anything, and once again opened a new hole card.

A large number of organ guns, mortars, howitzers, and cannons were rolled out from the flanks, and the tanks crushed them, giving greater fire support to friendly forces.

At the same time, the Imperial soldiers who were still fighting bloodily on the front line had received the latest order to retreat to the second line, and from the high position, the floating fortress immediately dropped a few shells, emitting purple-black smoke, and in less than a moment it had already covered the position of the first line.

The smoke-covered sharks soon let out painful screams, and pustules erupted from their bodies, which then burst and leaked out disgusting yellow pus.

The spread of poisonous smoke caused a large number of death of the sharks, and the powerful tactics of the sea of people could only be harvested like wheat in the face of the most advanced and efficient methods of slaughter.

Although the shark monsters are still far away, in front of the Imperial Army whose hole cards have been lifted, the replenishment speed has gradually been unable to make up for the speed of consumption, and finally entered a state of making ends meet.

While the Imperial warriors thought they could finally breathe a sigh of relief, the black-red fog that had been stopped expanded again.

The billowing mist formed thick tentacles, and suddenly swept towards the fortresses in the sky and on the ground, pulling them up fiercely, and then falling down, smashing to pieces, and countless Imperial soldiers who had no time to escape were also affected, and were involved in the vicious destruction.

The mist rioted, and in the next moment, dozens of huge breaths burst up, and pillars of different-colored light rushed straight into the sky, wrapping the god-like figures, rushing towards the tentacles that were involved in their own positions.

This was the most powerful military force in the Empire.

The Imperial Duke with mythical combat power and the Imperial Count with epic combat power, in the cheers of countless warriors, each of them waved their weapons, poured all their power into the weapon, and swung out in an instant.

For a moment, the beam of destruction crisscrossed the sky, sweeping in all directions, and the tentacles condensed by the mist were quickly cut off, and even the black and red mist itself was affected by this huge impact, and the concentration couldn't help but drop a few points.

But soon, the mist condensed into a terrifying face with angry faces, and a bloody tongue popped out of its mouth, smashing it into the waist of an imperial marquis with lightning speed, and retreating it into the mist with the marquis's exclamation.

Suddenly—

One of the strongest momentum rushed straight in, and a battle axe fell with the momentum of opening the sky, splitting the entire big face apart.

This momentum is the most powerful of all the imperial powerhouses, with a power several times that of the mythical level, and has entered the realm of demigods.

This is the first duke of the empire, a well-deserved god of war of the empire!

However, at this moment, the God of War is still a step too late.

The marquis had been dragged into the mist, and when he spit it out, he looked like a bloody skeleton.

The appearance of the god of war was ugly, but the next development made him feel a little frightened.

The mist lifted, and a majestic shadow suddenly burst out, gliding through the sky like a whale, with dozens of pairs of tattered wings on its back, supporting the massive body to swim freely in the air.

The astonishing power swept out, and the First Duke's face changed drastically, as if he had been hit hard, and he was slammed into the ground.

The same is true of the powerful people of the empire around them, who are embarrassed in the face of powerful ancient evils.

The appearance of the Leviathan announced that the war was coming to an end.

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