Monarch of Evernight: Thirty-seven and then determine the eight directions

bsp; Under the impact of the werewolf and spider demon coalition forces, the outer defense line was already crumbling. With the fierce fighting and cover of night, countless small poisonous spiders caused great casualties to the mercenaries. The first line of defense was riddled with holes in the blink of an eye.

Another row of flares was shot over the defense line. The light filled with the force of dawn was like a natural enemy to the tiny spiders. Green smoke immediately appeared on the little spiders. They squeaked and soon disappeared in the light. Moderate burning to the point where the limbs curl up.

Thousands of little spiders were roasted to death, and the mercenaries on the front line finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Retreat! Retreat to the second line of defense!" the officers shouted at the top of their lungs.

The surviving mercenaries took advantage of the short time that the flares lasted and fled to the second line of defense as quickly as possible. The dark warriors were aroused by the smell of blood and burning, and those powerful ones roared and pursued them regardless of their blurred vision.

The originally silent second line of defense suddenly lit up with pieces of Force light, and Force bombs roared towards the dark warriors at the forefront. The heavy artillery roared again, and rain of shells fell from the sky, hitting the original first line of defense.

This time, most of the strong men of the dark race had no time to intercept, and watched helplessly as the shells landed, exploded, and the flames and shock waves swallowed up the dark warriors in front of them in the blink of an eye.

The fire interception of the heavy artillery was cruel and effective, even killing some mercenaries who were unable to escape the bombardment range in time on the first line of defense. Naturally, those dark warriors at the forefront could not escape the gunfire and were overwhelmed by the explosion.

The surviving mercenaries on the first line took this opportunity to successfully retreat to the second line of defense. The tide of dark warriors roared towards the second line of defense after a brief blank.

This time, bullets were fired not only from the trenches, but also from some building debris on the sides and behind the defense lines. The firepower of the defenders was not only intensive, but also formed many cross fire nets, which suddenly greatly increased the casualties of the dark warriors.

The Werewolf Marquis watching the battle from a distance narrowed his eyes slightly, while Hunting Mane could not help but jump up and shouted: "Why are there so many people!"

Judging from the firepower alone, the number of troops deployed on the second line of defense was actually twice that of the first line of defense! This arrangement of troops was simply against common sense, but the effect was extremely good, causing the dark race troops who thought they were about to win to suffer a severe blow. Some of the sacrifices were simply caused by the unexpected defeat.

The Werewolf Marquis said slowly: "It seems that there are not only three or four thousand people in the city. I'm afraid this time, Mr. Platt is going to hit a hard wall."

"How could they transport so many people?"

The Werewolf Marquis did not answer, his eyes fell on the tall spider demon in the center of the dark army formation.

Under the fierce firepower of the second line of defense, its huge body also seemed to have difficulty moving forward.

At this moment, on a floating battleship in the rear, the Spider Demon Deputy Duke Pratt, who was dressed in a dark blue uniform, had just finished listening to his subordinates' report and said displeasedly: "How is that possible? The human race only has that few people. , landing behind us again, how could there be 10,000 people! Are you trashes all blind?"

The Viscount of the Spider Demon was hesitant to speak and did not dare to say more.

Pratt snorted, strode to the deck, stood on the bow of the ship, and looked forward. He strained his eyesight and could vaguely see the battlefield.

With the Hall of Heroes around, his ships would not dare to appear rashly. Even the Archduke-class cockpits were killed by the Hall of Valor on two ships in a row. His ship, the vice-duke's, was not a death sentence.

So Pratt now switched to a high-speed destroyer as his home ship. This battleship did not dare to enter the battle zone from a low altitude and could only watch from a distance.

Platt stood on the bow of the ship and observed for a while. The intensity of the battle at the second line of defense really surprised him.

After a moment, he looked solemn and said: "There can't be so many people in the human race. They should put their main force on the second line of defense to mislead us. Huh, how could I, Pratt, do this? Are you being fooled? Order to continue the attack!"

"Sir, the casualties of the frontline troops seem to be a bit heavy."

"Idiot! Cannon fodder is worthless. You can just grab as much as you want on those lower continents. If you can't take down White City within half a day, Duke Romil's main force will arrive. I I don’t want to give up the credit to that old vampire!”

The Werewolf Viscount said: "Yes, sir! I will go and deliver the order right away!"

Soon after the Werewolf Viscount left, the frontline offensive was significantly strengthened. Seeing more and more firelight on the human defense line, Pratt nodded with satisfaction.

In the center of the dark battle formation, the extremely tall spider demon finally approached the human defense line. He stepped out of the fire and smoke, covered with extremely heavy steel armor. The rain of bullets along the way only left craters of varying sizes on the steel armor. The areas not covered by the steel armor were There will be some minor injuries that are insignificant.

The spider demon holds a three-barreled rotating force gun in his right hand. Each muzzle is thick enough to fit into a fist. This force gun, which weighed one ton, was as light as a child's toy in his hands.

Wherever the rotating muzzle is pointed, there will be a violent explosion. The nearby human warriors are blown up. There are no corpses in the center of the explosion, and other obstacles are flattened in the field of vision.

The spider demon is holding a machete shaped like a door panel in its left hand. The square and wide blade is like a guillotine, which is enough to cut the chariot in half.

"Concentrate your firepower and kill that big guy!" A mercenary general shouted hysterically, raising a hand cannon at the same time, and a ball of red light sprayed out from the muzzle.

The cannonball hit right between the spider demon's chest and abdomen, blooming into a huge fireball. However, after the fire, the spider demon's exposed skin was only scorched, and its combat power was not affected at all.

After this blow, it became ferocious. It jumped dozens of meters and landed in front of the mercenary general. The huge square-edged guillotine chopped off his head!

The mercenary general looked desperate and could only raise his hand cannon to resist. Resistance was of course in vain, as the huge square-edged guillotine cut him in half with the cannon and his men.

This mercenary general was the commander of the second line of defense. After he died in the battle, the spider demon became even more ferocious. He beat his chest hard and roared with a roar that overwhelmed the roar of the heavy artillery: "I am Jiade. Count Mederos, who dares to fight with me?"

His roar echoed on the battlefield, and fear and despair were written on the faces of all the mercenaries to varying degrees. The dark warrior's morale was greatly boosted and he fought bravely.

At this moment, a person suddenly appeared in Medeiros' field of vision, a figure that did not look very tall and somewhat thin. At first glance, this figure seemed to be the vampire he always hated the most.

How come there are vampires appearing in the human race’s defense line?

Medros's brain, which was burning with fighting spirit, was a little slow to react. He was just about to think about this problem when he suddenly realized that the figure had arrived in front of him for some reason!

Seeing the epee being chopped down on his head, Medeiros raised his giant square-edged guillotine and faced it without thinking. But he didn't expect that the guy opposite him, who didn't look as thick as his spider legs, would dare to confront him head-on!

The heavy sword and the giant square-edged guillotine struck together. Dongyue's huge weight instantly made Medeiros's face change. However, he had no room to dodge and could only watch Dongyue slash from the center of his eyebrows to Spider belly.

The huge spider body of Medeiros froze for a moment, and Fang collapsed to the ground. Until he died, he could not understand why this thin guy could have enough power to overwhelm him.

Qianye fell lightly on Medeiros' body like a piece of fallen catkins. Even if Count Nerubian fell, his body would be like a hill. Qianye stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire battlefield.

The battle has reached its most intense moment, and the second line of defense has been breached in many places under the impact of the dark tide. The smoke and blood have long aroused the ferocity in the bones of every dark warrior, and they instinctively pounce on every visible target.

Qianye, standing on Medeiros' corpse, was so eye-catching at this moment.

At almost the same moment, all the dark warriors rushed towards Qianye, like waves of darkness, surging forward.

Qianye held his sword motionless, but the dark warrior at the front seemed to have hit an invisible wall and could not move forward. The soldiers at the rear didn't know why, so they continued to pounce forward, and immediately bumped into the people in front of them.

In the blink of an eye, the dark warriors crowded around Qianye, and even more fiercely and impatiently jumped up, stepping on the heads and shoulders of their companions and rushing towards Qianye.

Seeing that the dark warriors around him had almost gathered, Qianye sneered slightly and closed the force barrier. The dark warriors suddenly lost their center of gravity, rushed forward, and fell in front of Medeiros's body.

Qianye took a deep breath, held Dongyue in both hands, and struck six swords in all directions in an instant!

Dong Yue was as light as nothing and slashed down silently, but at the direction of the sword, a large number of dark warriors stiffened instantly, and then fell to the ground, with blood pouring out from under their bodies, but no one knew where the injury was.

In an instant, the area around Qianye was almost completely dead, with only a few dark warriors still standing.

There was silence on the dark race flagship in the distance, only a soft snap was heard, and the glass in Pratt's hand was crushed to pieces. This was his favorite wine glass. It was broken at this moment, but he didn't notice it at all.

Standing in the middle of hundreds of corpses and more than a dozen surviving dark warriors, Qianye felt a little regretful. This move to pinpoint all directions is a sword move he honed in the past. It is extremely powerful and is most suitable for group battles.

But because it is so powerful, it is also extremely difficult to control. Even with Qianye's current martial arts attainments and Force cultivation, he can only strike six swords, and eight swords in a row from a distance, sweeping across all the enemies. The highest state is still far away.

But even if there is a small blind spot, no dark warrior can block a blow. As long as they are touched by the sword energy, they will die on the spot. Only the dozen lucky people who happen to be standing in the open space are still alive.

Qianye’s eyes fell on the dozen dark warriors and he snorted. Although the sound was soft, it sounded like thunder in their ears, causing them to turn around and run away in shock. In the face of absolute power, the instinctive ferocity was also subdued.

The defeat spread from point to point, and the dark warriors receded like a tide, and the attack was resolved.

Qianye saw him, turned back and disappeared among the buildings.

Pratt stood blankly for a moment, then suddenly jumped up and shouted: "Attack! Keep attacking! He is bluffing and attacking with all his strength!"