Silver City Time DR3717-06-17 at 12 noon (24h format), 73 p.m. Skadi time (73h format), 31 pm Alpha time (45h format). Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The human army pushed to a distance of eighty kilometers from the Demon Marshal's position. But as the battle line lengthened, the reinforcements of the human side began to be unable to keep up, and the closer to the three spatial gates of the demons, the faster the reinforcements of the demons. Under the advantages of the other, the advance speed of the human side gradually slowed down, and the war showed a stalemate.

At this time, twenty kilometers to the west of the main battlefield, on a low snow hill, thousands of scaleless wyverns crawled.

They fold their wings, hunch their triangular heads back, and lie down on the snow to rest. Beside each scaleless wyvern stood a heavily armed demon warrior. Their eyes were deep and their expressions were serious, as if they were ready to go into battle at any moment.

The atmosphere at the scene was very solemn, except for the occasional snoring of a flying dragon snoozing, no sound of speech could be heard. However, in a corner of the fringe area, the atmosphere was a little out of place.

An unusually large red scaleless wyvern crouched on the snow, leaning against a demon woman at its side. The woman was very pretty, with several gold rings on her long pointed ears, which emitted a faint glimmer in the cold aurora. She was dressed in a tight-fitting leather coat with a graceful figure, her skin was healthy and full, bronzed, with two short knives hanging from her soft waist, a longbow on her back, and a quiver tied to her calf.

In front of the woman, there stood a slender young demon man. Dressed in a gorgeous gold-silk robe, with white gloves, and the skin on his face was smooth and translucent, aqua blue, he was a noble sorcerer of the Elta.

"When the battle is over, let's go hunting in the Emerald Forest (Erta)." The young demon said, with a little apprehension on his face.

"No~" The corners of the demon woman's mouth hooked up a playful arc, "You better go with your little fiancée, I won't be a bright torch in the night (Elta)." ”

"I ...... I don't like her, you...... You know that, yes...... They forced me (Elta) ......" The demon young man blushed and said hurriedly. Due to the nervousness, the tongue is a little uncomfortable.

"Ahh The demon woman smiled slightly and said.

"Sister, I'm ......," the young demon finally mustered up his courage and said, "I like you (Erta)!" ”

"Alas~" The demon woman showed a resentful expression, glanced at him, and sighed, "I have always regarded you as a younger brother, but you (Elta) ......"

"Promise me, promise me okay (Elta)!" The young man of the demon clan pleaded, looking pitiful.

A trace of unbearability flashed in the demon woman's eyes, she stepped forward to hug him, and whispered softly in his ear, "You are a nobleman, and my sister is a commoner, so I can't harm you (Elta)......"

"After this battle, we have enough merit to apply for a knighthood (Elta)." The young man of the demon clan hugged the woman in front of him hard and said in a firm tone.

"That's not good, you have the best talent, you want to become a great spell master in the future, and your precious combat exploits will be kept for the elixir, you know!" The demon woman straightened her face and lectured.

"But (in Elta) ......," the young demon man stopped talking.

"Well......" she said, smiling like melting ice, "as long as you don't dislike your sister, she won't leave you, never (Elta)." ”

"Really!" The young demon clan became excited.

"Woo......" Before the demon woman could answer, a long horn sound was heard in the distance.

The two of them looked pale, and quickly climbed onto the scaleless wyvern. As soon as the demon woman pulled the reins, the flying dragon raised its head, let out a piercing chirp, spread its wings, fluttered, and soared into the air.

In the air, the young demon man wrapped his arms around the female knight's waist, gently bit her shoulder, stepped forward, and whispered in her ear, "Don't forget, you have promised me (Elta). ”

"Well, when the battle is over, my sister will teach you to be a man, okay (Elta)?" The female knight turned her face sideways and said.

"Aruta!" The young sorcerer cried out excitedly, and suddenly his face sank in disbelief and asked, "You didn't lie to me, did you (Elta)!" ”

"When did my sister lie to you, little villain (Elta)!" "Hahaha......" "Come on, concentrate on the fight (Elta)." "Okay (in Erta)."

A few minutes later, the group of dragons arrived on the battlefield, and the dragon knights in front of them successively lowered their altitude.

In the snowfield below, there was smoke and fire. In the distance, thousands of Havrin infantry, hiding behind the mecha, slowly advanced towards the demon position. The warriors of the demon clan roared, throwing thunder spears as they bravely and fearlessly rushed into the enemy formation.

In the middle of the battlefield, the two sides strangled together, and the sound of gunfire, explosions, shouts, wails, screams, and roars were intertwined with each other. The broken bodies were piled up on top of each other, some blackened and smoking, some shattered and covered with organs, some still twitching and struggling, or crawling aimlessly......

Low in the air, hovering Havri's floating gunboat, from time to time spewed out tongues of fire several meters long. Around them, there are blue streamers flying, like fireflies on a midsummer night.

The young sorcerer, who had entered the battle for the first time, was stunned by the cruel scene in front of him, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"Prepare for battle." The female knight reminded.

"Hmm." The young sorcerer came back to his senses, his eyes condensed, and he slowly raised his hands and chanted in a low voice, "The place of the backlight, the realm of silence (ancient language)......"

"Quote my source, listen to my words (ancient language) ......"

"Give power and bless the people (ancient language)......"

"Emperor Guardian (Ancient Language)!"

With a high-pitched shout, a turquoise glow erupted from the young sorcerer's body, spreading outward in layers as if it were substance. The color gradually faded, and finally turned into an invisible curtain of light, enveloping the group of dragons.

"Sarah!" The Wyvern let out a neat battle cry, tightened the reins, and instigated the wyvern to fold its wings and dive towards the group of floating gunboats.

The teammate in front of her swooped down like a wave, and the female knight grabbed the hand around her waist, tightened it hard, and said, "Hold on, it's time to charge." ”

"Hmm." The young enchanter's whole body was pressed against the female knight's back, and he hugged it even tighter.

"Boom!"

During the dive, a streamer flew from far to near. The female knight drew her bow and arrows with a quick eye and drew the bowstring. I saw the blue light condensed on the arrow, and the blue lines quickly appeared on the arrow body, which was crystal bright.

"Sarah!"

Targets, arrows, rings, the moment the three points formed a line, the female knight let go, and a lightning galloped away.

"Boom!"

In the next instant, two streamers collided head-on, and a violent explosion occurred.

In the flying sand, a Havrin power-armored warrior plunged headlong to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"Ruta!" The young sorcerer exclaimed, "I'm looking forward to hunting with you more and more (Elta). ”

"Don't get distracted (in Erta)." The knightess said.

Among the demons, women are not good at using thunder spears, and generally use bows and arrows. Although the power is greatly reduced and the range is limited, it is flexible and light, with a high rate of fire, low consumption, and a large number of shots.

The cost of the Thunder Spear is extremely high, and ordinary tribal warriors can only shoot one or two Thunder Spears before their spiritual energy is exhausted. The warriors of the noble army can only shoot three or four times, and the bow and arrow can shoot at least a dozen or so. However, the power is small, and it cannot be ignored. It didn't take long for the Havri warrior who had fallen to the ground to stand up again and take off to fight.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, purple light flashed in the sky, and dozens of purple lights shot towards the group of flying dragons.

"Knock knock knock!"

The purple light shone on the light curtain, making a dull sound, and the young speller's face turned pale, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he had been hurt.

"Can you still hold on (in Elta)?" The female knight turned her head and asked with concern.

"I didn't ...... It's okay (Elta) ......," replied the young spellcaster, gritting his teeth.

"Damn Havlin, he will only hide in the distance cowards (Elta)!" The female knight scolded.

"Boom!"

It didn't take long for the second salvo to begin.

"Knock knock knock!"

The light curtain flickered violently, flickering and dimming, and the young spellmaster spurted out a large mouthful of blood with a "poof".

"Young Master, Young Master (Erta)!" Blood sprayed on the female knight's body, and she suddenly lost her face and exclaimed.

"I ...... I'm all right (Elta) ......" said the young sorcerer, clutching his chest, his form shaky.

In a trance, a streamer of light came from the bottom to the top, rushing rapidly, like thunder and lightning, coming in an instant.

"Be careful (in Elta)!" The knightess shouted, tugging at the reins, trying to change the direction of the dragon's flight.

But it was too late, and the other party held the blue sword in both hands, and pierced the neck of the wyvern.

"Die!" The Haflin knight let out a ferocious roar, stirring his sword and tearing through the wyvern's wounds.

The wyvern let out a high-pitched wail, blood gushing out like a spring, flapping its wings indiscriminately, rolling and struggling in the air, throwing blood everywhere and falling to the ground.

After a violent shake, the two of them were thrown off the wyvern and rolled down the snow.

The knight struggled to her feet, rushed to the young sorcerer, and helped him to his feet.

As far as the eye could see, the surroundings were gray, full of smoke and explosions. There were countless corpses lying on the ground, some of Havrin's, some of the Eltas.

"Hey, hey, look, there's a woman over there." "Wow, you're good-looking!" "Kill her!" "Kill!"

Here was the rear of the enemy army, surrounded by Havlin's infantry, so they were quickly discovered. Judging by their attire, these Havrin were not regular soldiers, but mercenaries.

"Young master, you run, I'll stop them (Elta)." The female knight drew the scimitar at her waist and said with a resolute expression.

"No (in Elta)!" "Run, Run!" The female knight pushed the young sorcerer away and rushed towards the Havlin mercenaries.

Watching his beloved woman leave, the young sorcerer sat blankly on the snow. Neither fled nor rushed over. He is a speller, not a warrior, and has no melee abilities.

"Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!" Havlin's infantry took up their firearms and fired at the female knight.

Bullets struck her, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Sarah!" The female knight withstood the fire and rushed in front of the two Havlin infantrymen in front, her hands flashing with her sword, and the two heads flew up at the same time.

"Big brother, big brother!" "Damn, fight with her!" "Kill her!"

The Havrin infantry dropped their firearms, drew their daggers, and went forward, knocking the female knight to the ground, stabbing her frantically at her, and then pulling down, disemboweling her and tearing out her intestines.

"Ah...... Belch...... Uh-uh......" "you, stinky!" ”

"You...... You guys...... Executioner...... Demon...... Die...... Die...... Death (Elta)! "Watching the woman he loves being brutalized to death, the young sorcerer went completely berserk.

With a hideous face, he slowly raised his hands.

"The backlit place, the silent realm (ancient language) ......"

"With my flesh and blood, I will pull time and space (ancient language) ......"

"Sacrifice the darkness with your flesh and blood......"

"God's Taboo (Ancient Language) ......"

"Abyss Summons (Ancient Language)!"

In an instant, the majestic boundless magic energy erupted from the young sorcerer.

The snow melts, and the flesh separates.

A turquoise storm swirled from beneath his feet. In the eye of the wind, his body became smaller and smaller, gradually turning into a skeleton, and finally turning into dust, scattered with the wind.

The storm intensified, turning into a huge whirlpool, frantically sweeping through the corpses on the battlefield.