The creaking sound never ceased, and Bazel continued to increase his strength, determined to crush his opponent to death. However, waves of sharp pain also came from his palms.
Finally, sharp spikes pierced through the fingertips, bringing out thick blood and even exposing the white bones of the fingers to the air.
The nerves were severed, the flesh was torn, and the clenched fingers finally loosened.
One of the figures stumbled and slid down, fell to the ground, and then landed on the ground half-kneeling.
Pieces of metal wings extended from the back, and long hair slipped out from the broken armor.
The originally complete helmet was now broken in half, revealing the left ear and one of the amber transparent pupils.
"Female?" Basel looked at the figure beneath him and made an unexpectedly low sound, but even so, the giant axe in his hand did not slow down and still pressed down like a mountain.
With a resounding bang, the giant axe smashed into the ground, sending stone chips flying. The "unknown" warrior who had been standing there before had already soared into the air.
She did not turn around and attack immediately, but soared up, and sharp sword blades gradually took shape at her sides.
The dragons that had been bombarding and attacking from the sky before saw her approaching and attacked one after another, but were easily dodged by this 'nameless' hero, and then-
A stormy counterattack
The silver sword blade flashed like a phantom in his hand, knocking down the dragon-shaped warriors from the air.
At the same time, in order to prevent them from recovering quickly, spears were thrown down from the sky, directly piercing and nailing these Dragon Sequence masters to the ground, making them unable to move.
Looking at his opponent's actions in the sky, Basel could only snort coldly. He couldn't fly, and such heavy armor and body didn't allow him to fly easily.
Since you avoid fighting, don't blame me for being ruthless.
Then, the general led his fearless cavalry and marched straight forward. The undulating hillside was as flat as the ground for these powerful knights.
Some of the barriers and bunkers in the front were directly flattened and pushed down, and the heavy lances that were lowered smashed the thick city walls like sledgehammers.
In response to this attack, a silver arc of light swept down from the sky and hit the knights in the front row. For a moment, people and horses fell to the ground, and countless smoke and dust were raised.
The attacking knights only felt a pain in their chest or waist, and then their lower bodies lost consciousness, and they were unable to maintain their balance, so they fell off their horses and rolled to the ground.
After performing this move, the girl felt that the activity of the holy object in her hand had dropped by one level. According to this estimate, she could still perform four attacks of the same large range, and then the holy object would fall into dormancy.
But this is far from enough when facing an enemy that is advancing like waves.
What a trouble! She glanced at the rear of the imperial army, and a familiar and vague feeling came to her.
The witch of the wise-eyed crow also came, and Bazel was blessed by this witch, which made him react extremely quickly and see through illusions, making him difficult to deceive.
Fortunately, this time, Vimiya is there to support us from behind, so we don’t have to worry about the witch suddenly attacking us.
But just dealing with this general who held the sacred object was enough to give her a headache.
It would be great if I could use my power, then I could easily abuse this stupid big guy, but due to the rules, I can't do that now.
Then, there is only one choice.
She flew down, sweeping away a group of fearless knights who were charging towards her, and landed on a flat open space on the top of the mountain.
In front of her sight, countless imperial legions were advancing step by step. They kept firing and engaging in hand-to-hand combat. The inheritance of martial arts in this era was not cut off, and its intensity was far greater than the war images in her memory.
The Fairywood formations resembled a sea of white and emerald green. The rear fired continuously to suppress the enemy in front, while the front line held high their spears and shields, forming a solid line of defense to resist the knights and legionnaires swimming upstream.
In the setting sun, the sparks from clashing weapons, the flashes from gunfire, and the sounds of screaming and wailing all intertwined together, creating a scene of anxiety and chaos.
Looking at the tall figure below rushing towards him again, Loran Hill took a deep breath, then clasped the long sword in his hands and held it upright in front of him.
A gust of wind suddenly blew out from around her, and then heavy air pressure slowly descended from the sky, continuously converging and rotating towards a funnel-shaped position.
Suddenly, flying sand and rocks made it impossible to open one's eyes. The already dusky sky seemed even darker. Without using her power, this was her limit.
Since we are using the war sequence method to fight, let's carry it through to the end.
Extraordinary resonance begins——
Collaborative network, connection——
Magic synchronization, activate——
On the battlefield, the soldiers on the Fairywood side shouted together, and the extraordinary cores in their bodies began to operate at the same frequency. The magic power was like the hum of a bee, which was transmitted madly between individuals and then gathered together. Waves of light golden magic light spread in the air and then slowly floated up.
The sound of heavy hooves thumped down the hillside, sending up large clumps of flying dirt. Then the giant horse's supported body leaped high into the air, pressing down like a mountain of sighs.
The fierce giant axe made a sharp and terrifying whistling sound and rushed straight towards the figure standing on the top of the mountain.
"clang!--"
The trembling sound of metal collision broke out on the top of the mountain, echoing continuously like the ringing of a bell.
The figure on the top of the mountain tightly gripped the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the light golden magic power continued to wash over the sword, restoring the broken lines at the contact point bit by bit.
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