But no one moved around without permission.

Instead, start moving in the most common queues.

They were the most elite troops, and after the fierce and frenetic battle with the believers just now, although many of the remaining soldiers were wounded, they had also aroused the fierce killing intent in their hearts.

But they all understand that rushing forward rashly is just sending them to death, to give away their heads and lives!

The first to strike were the crossbowmen.

Rhodok veteran crossbowman.

Livingston Ranger!

The 500 men rushed forward, they had rained arrows from the battle they had just had, but they had not fought in close quarters, so there were no casualties, and they could still rain down the deadliest arrows they had at hand.

As long as it is a ranged unit, it has an advantage in the first battle.

Let alone.

They are also temptations!

The heavy crossbow is wound, and the war bow is drawn into a full moon.

With the shouts of their respective captains, the triggers were pulled and the fingers released, and the steel crossbow bolts and cone-head arrows that had been prepared were instantly shot out like a storm, and from a distance of more than 150 meters, they shot straight towards the head of the hell lord, the so-called flame whipper, Frentos!

Looking at that huge body, the so-called chest and other vital points are definitely not as lethal as the skull, after all, it is on the skull, the eyes, ears and throat are all critical!

A rain of arrows whizzed by.

The air was filled with the sound of "whooshing" speed.

But François smirked and raised his long whip of flames, and threw it forward, and as a red wall of flames instantly dispersed, the rain of arrows fell in pieces!

The tails of the cone-headed arrows, those made of feathers, were directly burned away.

The arrow loses its tail feathers.

It is equivalent to losing the ability to control the direction.

All of them were scattered, and there was no longer the exquisite appearance of going straight forward and drawing a graceful arc before, which was the extent to which the rain of arrows lost its effect!

"Ridiculous."

Ferenthas smirked forward.

It's a hands-on thing for him.

But before he could continue to speak, in the midst of the fire curtain, black shadows with red glow appeared at great speed, nailing him to his cheek in an instant, a stinging pain, and also made the huge Hell Lord let out an angry howl.

"Roar—"

It hurts!

It's a steel bolt.

The arrows of the steel bolts are naturally made of steel armor-piercing arrows, and the shafts just behind them are made of fine wood that has been strictly carbonized with a surface treatment.

Crossbows have a shorter physique.

Therefore, even if it loses its tail feathers, it can still shoot forward as a direct-fire weapon.

Thus causing effective killing.

But the effect is not great.

A 30-centimeter-long steel bolt was the equivalent of a needle to the Helllord

Humans can't die with a needle, let alone this more tenacious hell lord, a demon from the abyss, who instead rushed forward in anger, flicked the whip of fire in his hand, and ran forward angrily.

It has broken free from the seal for more than ten years, and it has regained some of its former strength!

Mere human forces.

Just looking for death!

But even as it came quickly, Kant's forces did not retreat.

On the contrary, he still stood firmly in place, looking at the huge figure, and the shaking that appeared on the ground, like an earthquake, more like the ground shaking caused by the galloping of tens of thousands of cavalry!

It's just that the power of a high-ranking demon is so terrifying.

If it's a dozen.

Or even dozens, hundreds, thousands!

It was even more terrifying, nothing more than in ancient times, these terrifying creatures could be hostile to the gods!

Even the gods with great power actually don't have much chance of winning when facing this group of terrifying creatures, after all, after becoming gods, they are actually another kind of creatures.

Transcendent from the mortal world, a powerful creature dominated by energy bodies!

That's the way the world rules.

"Shoot!"

Kant's voice appears.

He didn't let the horrible demon of hell keep running.

With his command, instead of the arrows, balls of energy, the size of coconut, whizzed past and smashed straight towards the demon's body.

It's the magic bullet unleashed by the mages of the Einface Empire!

"Shoddy toys!"

But Francesas didn't have the slightest intention of dodging.

Instead, he faced the pieces of energy balls and hit them heavily, and with the sound of a pop-like explosion, the energy balls formed by those magic bullets did not cause the slightest damage at all.

"Magic immunity." The mages looked solemn, and of course understood what the reason was.

"That's right."

Kant nodded.

The demon he once encountered in the ancient passage also had this talent.

The demon's skin is immune to magic, and ordinary low-level spells, such as magic bullets, and even fireball spells, are not harm at all for these demon lords, just paper balls and pieces of paper that are blown by the breeze!

It's just that these mages of Kant will not only know low-level spells.

A war mage who came out of the world of Warwinds.

That's all strong!

Unquestionable butcher on the battlefield!

For low-level troops, they naturally have low-level spells and group spells to deal with.

And for the higher creatures, such as dragons, dryads, and even angels and demons, they certainly have their own ideas, such as the top-level single damage spell currently mastered by mages, summoning thunder and lightning!

"Swarm Acceleration!"

But the mages cast new spells.

With a strong wind, the surrounding soldiers, including themselves, seem to be light, and their bodies are blown by a strong wind, as long as they run, their speed can increase by nearly 100% or even higher!

The crossbowmen, in particular, seemed to have become light cavalry, shooting while running.

But the troops scattered.

Just escaped the charge of the demons of hell.

Conventional troops can only use their lives to pile up for this kind of high-level creatures, and this does not mean that they have no brains to exchange lives, and certain tactics can also ensure that the deaths of these troops are reduced, and the effect is better.

Just like now, hordes of Rhodoks have surrounded this infernal demon.

And then launched their charge!

Wearing heavy armor.

Armed with a broad shield and a spear sword.

Run forward step by step, holding the hellish demon in place at breakneck speed.

Of course, these Rhodoks were also whipped by the whistling flame whip and flew into the air more than a dozen people, even if they were wearing heavy armor, but in the face of the whip that was half a meter thick, and the blazing flames, they still had little ability to resist.

The broad shield was directly smashed, and even the armor was directly smashed.

As for the body, it is sunken.

He vomited blood and died of convulsions.

But the people of Rodok didn't care, they still rushed up, and in the face of the big foot that was raised and stepped on, they did not hesitate to stab with their spears and slash with their knives, even if they died themselves, they had to delay, so that this hellish demon waited in place for a few seconds.

Because just behind, in front of the staff, 50 knee-high thunderbolts with terrifying killings have appeared!

"Summon Thunder!"