.

  "Don't bunch up! Fall back! Fall back!" Captain Jennifer desperately rallied, trying to get all the mercenaries on the landing platform to retreat.

  Finally had the experience of the first confrontation, this time the mercenaries were in a panic, but under the leadership of several team leaders, they managed to steady their footing and no longer scattered like before.

  Due to the fear of the might and ferocity of the Pike and Halberd warriors, a team of four Dragon Gun infantrymen jointly lifted an iron pike, using their shields and seven-bladed long spears to set up a dense steel forest. This was entirely correct, as even heavy cavalry charging at full speed could be repelled by the seven-bladed spears, let alone the undisciplined and ferocious Pike infantry who only knew how to charge forward wildly. By sealing off the lower slope of the stairs, once close combat began, the archers could cover and strike at will, using heavy armor-piercing arrows weighing up to five ounces to launch a decisive attack, making the outcome of this battle a foregone conclusion.

  It was just the dragon gun infantry that blocked the downhill road, but pushed the long gun soldiers who were protecting the "bird wing crossbow car" in the middle of the stairs into an abyss of no return. When Gu Li Huo inserted his fire spear back onto his back and swung over with a wolf's tooth stick, four or five mercenaries on the stairs were frightened by his momentum, panicked and turned to escape, hitting their heads on the dragon gun forest formed by the pike array and hanging into meat skewers.

  The "Metal Rose" mercenary corps originally didn't have the Dragon Gun Heavy Infantry formation, but this time when they were re-equipping at the Charuba family's weapon shop, the commander of the long spearman squad, Yan Xi, admired these tower-shaped gun heads with seven-bladed heavy guns and took ten over, not expecting them to be put into use immediately.

  This battle is quite a mess, they're using high-level anti-cavalry weapons to fight against infantry. The clever gunner platoon leader sighed with emotion.

  Deep in the sandy arena, there were old slippery veterans with keen tactile senses. The dragon gun array had just been erected, and countless sharpened bamboo sticks filled the gaps in the array, making it dense and lush. These were members of Count Toti's slave-catching team.

  The long spearman guarding the bird wing catapult on the stairs was already covered in blood, ordinary long spears were no match for these few Mongolian weapons, whether it was agility or length, the long knives of the Mammoth warriors were absolutely not something that these mercenaries could compare to, as for that Piqie who charged the fastest, he was simply a nightmare within a nightmare.

  The gunners, who had no way to go up to heaven and no door to enter the earth, encountered the same predicament as the first wave of assault troops. The leading pig was not afraid of any long spear's piercing, you stabbed me with a spear, I smashed you with a stick, the long spear was like stabbing an iron wall when it touched his helmet, while the wolf-toothed club in his hand was invincible, the gunners now only hated themselves for wearing a city wall to fight him, let alone the Russian warriors who followed behind him were even more terrifying, in close combat, they stabbed a mercenary's belly with one knife and could stab through a row of people in a row.

  The musketeers originally had a square formation, but as they fought on, their formation was gone, and it was just a melee.

  It's said that the attacking method of this group of Mongols is actually not a high-level strategy or tactic, and this level of attack can be said to be the most straightforward, without any technicality. Yet, it has made the veteran mercenaries suffer two major losses in a row, and they are about to go crazy. They clearly know how to defend against it, but somehow they just can't.

  Their IQ has been completely smashed by this kind of brutal and ruthless fighting method.

  The musketeers were originally good at close combat, and the great swordsmen who protected them in the back row should have come up to respond at this time. However, the narrow passage had already been blocked, with corpses flying down continuously, sometimes screaming in front of the blade, and a swift knife light suddenly broke through his body, also carrying a mercenary's forehead behind him. What kind of battle is this? The whole thing has become a massacre.

  Jennifer Colonel herself rode on horseback shouting for half a day, even she didn't know what she had said, the only thing that can be confirmed is that her brain was all messed up.

  The stairs were blocked by a dense forest of spears, cutting off all retreat. The Bimon in front were like wolves and tigers, pouncing on the crowded areas. A few brave great swordsmen tried to counterattack, but they were sent right into the enemy's blades. This group of Bimon had already killed their way through, and their leader, Pikku, wielded a terrifying wolf-tooth club that almost completely sealed off all angles of attack in this narrow space. With one swing of his club, a whole row fell down, and the heavy swords and their owners were often sent flying together by the 1,000-pound wolf-tooth club, shattered steel blades splashing everywhere.

  What's even more annoying is that even if a great swordsman has good martial skills, he will still be cut in two along with his heavy sword when he tries to block the steel blade of an enemy warrior, this kind of mental pressure is too torturous.

  The archers also started indiscriminate fire suppression under the urging of the team leader, at such a close distance, the crowd on the stairs was moving back and forth, and it was inevitable that there would be misfires. Under the command of the captain, the archers fired in unison, and a dense cluster of arrows flew towards the crowd on the stairs like a dark cloud, and the cries of agony rose and fell instantly.

  What makes these bowmen who use heavy armor-piercing arrows hate their teeth is that this group of Mongols not only likes to drill into crowded places, but as soon as the bowstring rings, it's a somersault on the spot. The clever ones are deadly, and after a round of arrow rain, except for leaving behind a Pi Ge wielding a wolf-toothed club still in counter-charge, the remaining Olfen warriors quickly turned around and dragged their bird-winged carts away from the stage, slipping into the cave.

  Bimon and human in a thousand years ago Haigal battle, is still regarded as the classic example of various imperial academies. Bimon warriors are strong, but lack discipline, once killed excitedly, it's easy to be surrounded by the enemy's strategy, and then be annihilated, also being recognized by various military academies as the most fundamental reason for the failure of Haigal battle.

  The face of Count Toti turned purple with rage, and these Beamon were actually able to break away from the battlefield after a few blows, making him feel like he had been punched in the cotton pile.

  Among these Olifanten warriors, there was a big guy who actually used the bird wing catapult as a cloak and carried it on his back. He calmly covered the other giant elephant warriors with his large buttocks and slipped back into the cave. The sound of "chuffing" continued to come, and the heavy arrows that broke through the armor were useless against this more than 5,000-pound bronze catapult.

  The two magicians didn't look so good either, these opponents who were several hundred times more numerous than the masked ones, not only showed no signs of fear, but instead killed them in a two-in-two-out manner. This was also too embarrassing for the two magicians to bear, but they had to admit that this group of bandits was very cunning, specializing in sneaking into crowded places and constantly changing positions, making it difficult for the two great magicians to land a hit.

  The Earl stopped the two masters from using high-level magic just in time.

  "No need for both masters to waste their precious magic on this one, it's definitely done for." said Count Toti with full confidence.

  The Earl's words had just fallen when a row of mercenaries on the steps from left to right swung their wolf-toothed clubs and hit them in the face. Several figures rose into the air and fell from the upper steps, landing among the guns, "plop plop" a series of muffled sounds, like pieces of dried fish dripping with oil, were skewered on the iron spears and exposed to the sunlight.

  The fierce battle suddenly came to a standstill.

  The mercenaries stuck on the stairs who couldn't move up or down were at most ten or so, all of them swordsmen.

  Many of the mercenaries holding long spears had sweaty palms, and while they were nervously swallowing their saliva, they were also secretly thinking: with this domineering warrior's strength, could a long spear plus a shield block him?

  Liu Zhen held the wolf-toothed club in his hand, slowly descending step by step. The aura of a prison sea made every mercenary's heart tremble. His strong body, bathed in blood, shone dazzlingly in the sunlight. His eyes seemed like a steel knife slowly being drawn out of its sheath on a dark night. In the cold and sharp edge, there was a fervent longing to strip away life.

  The mercenaries felt as if they were moths fluttering towards a raging fire in an oil lamp.

  As his gaze swept over them, everyone felt a chill run down their spine, as if a heavy sword had been placed on their neck.

  The great warriors had no retreat, their Viking heavy swords as heavy as Mount Taumurraja.

  Liu Zhen's wolf-toothed club swung out, and the great swordsmen scrambled to climb up the stone statues on both sides of the stairs, jumping down from above.

  There was some commotion in the Dragon Gun Array, but it quickly returned to calmness.

  In the team leader's angry roar, the bowmen who were like waking up from a dream immediately remembered their duties, and countless arrows shot towards this demon in a chaotic manner.

  There's no place to hide, the arrow branches like a swarm of hungry locusts. With bloodthirsty grins, they pounced on this solitary figure.

  In the face of this terrifying scene, even Pique could only helplessly cover his face with his wolf-toothed club. Three breaths later, Pique had become a standard hedgehog. His body was full of arrow feathers, and the wolf-toothed club in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang". A pair of black eyes still showed that fearless ferocity, before he fell to the ground, rolling softly down the stairs.

  The mercenaries cheered in unison, each person feeling a sense of relief and joy.

  Looking at Pig who had been shot like a porcupine and finally fell down, Colonel Jennifer herself also took several deep breaths of fresh air with rapid breathing.

  Count Toti shook his head.

  Bimon is still Bimon, even if a few have become cunning, they are still stupid. The warriors of the slave-hunting group had just installed several bed crossbows and small catapults, but it seems they won't be needed after all.

  The earl couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in watching the storm, no matter how strong the Bamont warriors were. What use could they be in the face of human wisdom and diverse military coordination?

  The thrill of taking down a strong person filled the Earl's chest, and it felt wonderful.

  Two magicians exchanged a smile, and the Earl's clever remarks were, as usual, free of charge, casually tossed at the Earl with an "everything is under control" expression.

  "Give me another charge! I'll take those ivory tusks from the Rhinos and make them into decorations!" Jennifer Colonel's eyes were already red, she had completely forgotten about the task that Viscount Face had given her.

  The mercenaries, still reeling from the shock, shouted and trampled over the corpses and slippery blood to charge up the stairs again. The heavy dragon gun phalanx led the way in front, with the archers closely following behind. After gaining experience from fighting against this Phegda, the mercenaries had simply fallen in love with these heavy dragon guns. Having calmed down from their initial panic, the mercenaries were now fully composed and ready to use the same method to annihilate the remaining Orphen warriors.

  The majestic "Dorothy's Song" resounded.

  "Dragon Knights, under the dawn, freely roaming ~ undulating vast Doloth Plains ~ Mercenary Country's elite army majestic ~ Allied nations' people all peaceful and prosperous ~ Full of glory! Doloth!"

  "Let's go. Do what you're supposed to do next." The Earl smiled and said to the surrounding officers who were watching.

  The fairy dragon watching from mid-air couldn't believe it. Is this Li Cha just going to die like that? Just die so simply?

  The mercenaries of the "Iron Rose" hated this killer Pique to death, two waves of charge, at least fifty or sixty mercenaries died at his hands. As the Dragon Gun infantry stepped up onto the high platform, completely sealing off the stairs with a wall of guns and suppressing any space for the Orphen warriors to counterattack, immediately two ruthless great swordsmen dragged this Pique, shot like a hedgehog, down from the stairs. Dragging him by his feet to the edge of the cart carrying weapons and equipment, preparing to dismember him and vent their anger.

  They had just jumped down from the passageway in a sorry state under Pig's intimidating gaze, losing face completely. Now they wanted to regain their dignity.

  This pig's body was heavy, and it dragged out a long trail of blood on the ground. The two strong men were dragging it with great difficulty, and from far away they were calling to the carter to bring over the sickle used for cutting grass, preparing to cut this pig into several segments.

  He flipped the corpse over. His fingers had just touched the buckle on the helmet when the two executioners' faces, which had been twisted in effort, suddenly changed expression - it was as if a dead man had grinned at them; human expressions are basically all cast from the same mold.

  At this time, everyone's attention was focused on the large cave entrance on the steps that was about to start a bloody battle, or preparing to cross the river. No one noticed the sound of several necks being twisted and broken quietly rising up.

  The Earl's bed crossbow and small catapult were also pushed to the stairs, a scholar-like man wearing a long gown was drawing geometric patterns on the ground with branches. This is Akimide, a scholar who was summoned from the ancient country of Syragus in the continent of Tiansan at a high price by the Sharba family. He can draw wonderful geometric patterns with a compass and ruler, calculate accurate design elements, and make the bed crossbow and catapult hit every time.

  At this moment, it seems that everyone's blood is boiling with excitement for the upcoming victory.

  Except for the groom who was dragging the scimitar, this old fellow was shaking all over, a Pecheneg with his body full of arrows was lying comfortably on the ground, next to him were two mercenaries with disproportionately large necks.

  The groom knew he wasn't seeing things, just now this guy had used his fingers to snap the necks of two tall and strong mercenaries. The coachman heard the crisp sound of the vertebrae breaking.

  He rummaged through his pocket for half a day and finally pulled out a huge cigar, beckoning to him.

  "Brother, lend me a light." Liu Zhen looked at the groom who was covered in dust and hooked his little finger.

  Ma Fu's whole body was shaking violently. A flint stone escaped from his arms and was handed over with a "click, click" sound of collision between his lips.

  Liu Zhenhong grasped the handle of the sickle with his left hand, gave it a twist, and with a dull "click", a large sickle was pulled off from the sickle button. He took over the flint and scraped it against the knife, then lit this big cigar.

  The groom's eyes widened to the extreme and fell to the ground like a wooden stake with a "thud".

  Jennifer Colonel and Earl sir were walking towards the river on horseback, when a fierce cry of close combat again drew their gaze back. A figure wielding a large scimitar swept into the crowded stairs like the wind, watching in horror as that wise head was swung high into the sky by a cheap scimitar.

  There are no words to describe the mercenaries' panic at this moment, from the operators manipulating the bed crossbow and small catapults, to the archers lined up on the stairs behind, being chopped through by a large scimitar.

  The nightmare replayed, this Pigg, who was full of arrow feathers all over his body, wielded a rough and clumsy large scimitar, cutting down countless expensive weapons along with their masters to the ground. The heavy scimitar in his hand was like a light sewing needle, spinning into a big windmill.

  This backhand slash, without any block or obstruction, is especially suitable for Liu Zhen's horizontal and vertical chopping.

  Dead end! Absolutely dead end!

  The army, which had already prepared to retreat, looked at this Pegasus in surprise and terror as it cut a path with its scimitar.

  "This guy must be wearing more than one layer of armor!" The Earl said gritting his teeth.

  The two magicians were about to suffocate. Another melee! They had fallen into another melee! At this time, launching large-scale magic was worried about misinjury, and launching small-scale fireballs for this opponent was like sending off, it was not clear whether it was the thick blood plasma on his body or the blood water falling from the sky like rain, anyway, the fireball went out after being hit.

  Jennifer Colonel suddenly felt a blackout and almost fell off her horse.

  This pig actually played dead, he actually played dead! Captain Jennifer felt like she was about to collapse completely, a stupid pig actually knew how to play dead!

  Colonel Jennifer anticipated that her two companies of riflemen and two companies of archers would be disbanded.

  The archers and dragon gun infantry, who were packed together like a ball, never dreamed that someone would chop them from behind. The loud "Dorothy's Song" stopped abruptly, and Liu Zhen's Wolf Tooth Club was picked up again, with two pipes down, just like a horseshoe trampling in the mud, his shadow swept across the place, everywhere was splashing blood rain.

  Lightning-fast, the speed was too fast, and the other mercenaries recovered from their astonishment. Before they could react, this guy had already charged up a twenty-step staircase in one go, and with one slash of his knife, he split open the skull of the last heavy-armored dragon gunner, amidst a circle of corpses that had fallen to the ground.

  What's even more exaggerated is that this Piguet foot lifted a heavy dragon gun that four people could barely lift together, grasped it in his hand. He let out a loud roar "Kampas!", and with a swooshing sound, the thick dragon gun brought a dark shadow, pinning a batch of red earth high slope cavalry to the ground along with their mounts, the seven-blade long gun body drilling into the ground for half its length.

  That rhino struggled with its hooves and let out a desperate bellow.

  "Campas!" The piglet roared and tore open its armor, throwing away the bull horn helmet, one layer, two layers, three layers.

  Good wild muscle. Filled with explosive power and wild chest hair. It makes everyone feel like they are facing a savage beast.

  All the war horses were startled by this loud and frantic shouting and retreated in succession.

  "Let me!" Master Fran tore open a scroll he had prepared for a long time, and a long incantation brought complex elemental powers to fluctuate in the air, countless fragrances of different spices scattered from the master's fingers, dispersing with the wind.

  The place where the warrior stood at the entrance of the kiln suddenly rose with a red smoke. A circle of six-pointed star patterns flickered on the ground, and a orange-red flame burst into the sky, engulfing the warrior in an instant.

  In the magical fire, there are obvious flame spirits' cheers and jumping figures.

  This "Wall of Flames" is also a high-level fire magic, Master Fran couldn't help but feel a little proud.

  The flames of magic fire gradually spread to the stairs, and the stench of burning corpses filled the air.

  "It's an honor for this barbaric beast to have died under the superior magic of Master Fran." Count Toti pulled out a handkerchief embroidered with gold thread and elegantly covered his nose.

  "Unfortunately, he can't use his feign death trick again this time." Master Fran laughed.

  As if in response to the master's words, a flash of silver light shot out from the flames, aiming directly at the two mages and the earl. Although its accuracy was somewhat off, the drifting arc of silver light ultimately swept past the followers of the two masters and plunged into the ranks of the "Metallic Rose" mercenary corps.

  A row of people and a row of bamboo fell down together at the same time.

  The two magicians were still in a state of shock, with the intense mental stimulation of having narrowly escaped death, they looked each other up and down, cold sweat dripping from their backs.

  This is the Moon Blade launched by the Bird Wing Crossbow, and the strong wind brought out when the serrated Moon Blade just rotated made them recall the cramp in their calf muscles, their hairs standing on end.

  The followers of the two masters suffered heavy casualties, the sharp moon blade spinning too fast, several warriors who were cut open their abdominal cavity could still crawl on the ground, making the eyes of the two masters almost split.

  The magical sprite in the "Wall of Flames" at the entrance to the kiln disappeared, and the flames that had been swirling around it vanished instantly.

  That guy was like a phoenix, standing alive and well at the entrance of the kiln that had been burned by the big fire, with wisps of smoke and the smell of charred meat still lingering, carrying an ancient bronze bird-winged crossbow on his shoulder, and biting a cigar that flickered unsteadily. His eyes were sharp and piercing, and his strong and powerful body was bathed in a layer of faintly shimmering green flames.

  "Sacrifice?" Fran, the great magician, was so angry he almost vomited blood.

  There's actually someone more cowardly than Meng Zong, hiding in a cave! Master Fan really has the urge to strangle that guy to death.

  Bimon Warriors can only temporarily possess the ability to "absorb flames" when surrounded by the halo of sacrifice and protected by the soul fire on the altar, and cannot be damaged by fire magic.

  Without that damned cultist causing trouble on the side, how could this Pigg have possibly stood intact under the scorching of magical flames and even managed to shoot out a Moon Blade? He's already taken down half of his own followers!

  This discovery almost made Fran's eyes bulge out - a high-value magic scroll was smashed, but it only served as cover for the enemy's sneak attack.

  Master Fran actually misunderstood Liu Zhen, the range of Huo Yan Zhu is only about 5 meters in diameter. However, the Mammoth Warriors are so gigantic that Liu Zhen to prevent accidents, let Guo Guo who was placed in the cave as a reserve team hold "A Fire in Winter" - "Sacrificial Battle Song Scroll" and smash it violently, using the flame absorption ability of "Sacrifice" to increase the safety factor.

  Because he has been teaching the children to make war song scrolls recently, Liu Zhen has accumulated a total of over a thousand cherry blossom wood scrolls in these two months. Guo Guo also casually threw one at Liu Zhen, which made Master Fran misunderstand.

  "Kill him for me! Kill him!" Count Toti flung away the exquisite handkerchief in his hand, trembling all over as he pointed at the indefatigable Pegg with his whip and shrieked hysterically.

  The face of the great magician turned pale, he gritted his teeth and tore open another ancient-looking magic scroll. The long incantation was even more complex than the previous "Wall of Flames", the mysterious power of the ancient magic tone echoed in the air with a low hum.

  Autre's master shook his head regretfully, the cooldown time for this batch of "sacrifices" hadn't passed yet, and fire magic was currently ineffective against them.

  "The Iron Rose" mercenaries didn't have the guts to go up again, you push me, I push you in courtesy. Their commander Jennifer's lips moved for half a day, but she couldn't give out a complete order.

  The "Tornado" mercenaries' heavy reaper squad moved out, with one company left to guard and another led by Captain Rodman, marching in a mechanical and powerful gait. They held three-layer tower shields and long-handled giant sickles as they stepped onto the death staircase corridor that had been washed countless times with blood.

  The formation of the giant scythe-wielding warriors was perfect, a phalanx advancing in unison with an unusually strong oppressive aura, their massive scythes and heavy iron armor jumping out to reap lives with icy blades.

  Two Fran masters' magical apprentices cast "Gravity Elimination" on this group of heavily armed giant scythe-wielding warriors. This is a wondrous spatial magic, and after casting it, there will be a certain mitigation effect on the gravitational pull towards the center of the earth. The giant scythe-wielding warriors, clad in heavy armor, suddenly felt their bodies lighten, their footsteps became light and nimble, and they felt their courage increase twofold.

  Mammoth Powerhouses and Guagua also rushed out of the kiln, just like Liu Zhen, their bodies were also shining with the light of the altar soul fire.

  Guo Guo was carrying a large leather bag on the ground, which was full of scrolls of war songs. The belly of Guo Guo's clothes was also stuffed with them. A parrot, as fat as a mother hen, stood beside it, holding a scroll in its mouth.

  Guo Guo's appearance at first glance seems like a merchant who came to wholesale and sell scrolls of war songs.

  "Remember my name, you die by the hand of Rodman, the hard man of Pompeii!" The captain of the heavy halberd team in the front row of the phalanx, Rodman, shouted from the gap in his thick armor as he climbed up step by step, his voice like a roaring lion.

  "What's with this guy having the same name as me?" A sturdy mammoth warrior scratched his head in confusion, asking his boss foolishly, who also had a large leather pouch on his back just like Guo Guo.

  "From this moment on, you will be the only person in this world called Rodman." Liu Zhen was shocked and alone, he got into the Bird Wing Crossbow Car, pulled the trigger, and aimed at the stairs passage.

  The heavily armed halberdiers of the "Tornado" mercenary corps had a psychological quality that was simply worlds apart from the freshly minted "Metal Rose" mercenaries, and even through the layer of plate armor, Liu Zhen could sense the desperation and ferocity in their crimson pupils, as if the bird-winged crossbow cars were trained on him. These valiant Pompeii giants showed no intention of retreating.

  Just by momentum alone, this kind of fearless and powerful majesty is enough to crush the confidence of some timid opponents.

  "These goods also have their own kind." Liu Zhenhong sneered repeatedly.

  The final incantation was finally completed, and with the magic scroll self-igniting without fire, Master Fran shot out small silver-white light balls, which struck Liu Zhensheng, who was resisting the crossbow car preparing to launch the Moon Blade.

  Five silver small light balls, a powerful magical wave fluctuation caused the entire space to tremble as if it were shaking.

  The light ball came swiftly, almost catching Liu Zhenyuan off guard. Fortunately, he had a large crossbow in his hand, and Liu Zhenyuan used the clever method of the Mammoth Warriors to flip the bird-winged crossbow into a shield, deflecting the five consecutive magic light balls.

  Master Fran released the five silver light balls, his face also turned pale, and he sat back in the chair with a thud, panting.

  One after another, the light balls shot onto the Bird Wing Crossbow Car. The bow and arrow shooting onto the crossbow car could still produce a loud noise, which was prepared by Master Fran for half a day. The silver light ball that had been chanting with light magic for a while hit the crossbow car, but didn't give Liu any feeling of shock or vibration at all.

  Liu Zhen's expression was a bit comical. Was this really the level of a human magician? Had he been too cautious?

  The thought had barely turned when the bird winged crossbow in his arms suddenly disappeared, a silver light ball hit his chest, colliding with a piece of mercury-colored star dust. Floating in front of Liu Zhen's stunned face, it dissipated with an extremely reluctant look.

  Liu was shocked as if struck by lightning, and the cigar in his mouth fell to the ground with a "thud".

  Guo Guo quickly picked up the cigar and put it in his mouth, while Luo De Man was a step slower, with a look of disappointment on his face.

  "Interdimensional Space Transfer Technique!" Liu Zhen's low growl was accompanied by his tightly clenched fists.

  He only then remembered that the other party was a magician who not only practiced fire magic, but also a rare space magician! As for magicians, who could be more concerned than Mong Xuan?!

  "The Interdimensional Space Transfer Spell" is an extremely powerful spatial magic that can transfer any "non-naturally generated item" to another unknown dimension. This terrifyingly powerful magic is effective against all kinds of biological species - whether it's humans, demons, elves, dwarves, or dragons, they are all just byproducts of male-female pleasure and not naturally generated.

  This is also the only magic that even a dragon with magical immunity fears. Because this magic can't be immunized against, it's just a matter of luck. However, the success rate of this terrible magic is extremely limited, and each "Interdimensional Space Transfer" has only about one in ten chances of taking effect, which means that even if you get hit, you might still be fine, but there's also a possibility that you'll completely disappear from this world.

  The five consecutive "Trans-Dimensional Space Transfer Techniques" had a success rate of at least two-fifths, and in fact, it was indeed the case. Although the first three were ineffective, the fourth "Trans-Dimensional Space Transfer Technique" actually worked, and surprisingly, it transferred away a heavy bird-winged catapult weighing over 3,000 to 4,000 pounds! The fifth one didn't work, but Liu Zhen's heart is still racing with excitement, and negative emotions such as thief sweat, loss of strength, and fear are jumping up and down on the body of this big official who has been through a cycle at Ghost Gate Pass.

  Looking at his empty hands, Liu was shocked and couldn't believe it.

  Master Fran was also jumping with rage, and with his cultivation, he wanted to master the "Transdimensional Space Transfer Technique", but even after a hundred years, it's unknown if he could succeed. This five-serial "Transdimensional Space Transfer Technique" scroll was passed down from his previous generation's mentor, belonging to the kind of treasure that can suppress mountains, and today it was also used by Migel with the bird-winged crossbow car to launch the serrated crescent blade, killing most of his followers. In front of so many familiar faces, he was forced to use his trump card, and it ended in a crushing defeat.

  Even summoning the five consecutive "Transdimensional Space Transfer" would consume most of Fran's magical power, but unfortunately this boundless magic allowed that cunning Migu to dodge it half by luck and half by cleverness, leaving Fran with a mouthful of choking phlegm stuck in his throat once again.

  Everyone was stunned, but Guo Guo didn't idle around, puffing on a cigar and sticking out his butt, breaking off the "Song of Slowness" battle scroll into pieces, which he casually smashed towards the heavily armed giant scythe-wielding hands advancing in unison on the stairs. The "Gravity Elimination Technique" and the "Song of Slowness" collided with each other, causing the heavily armed giant scythe-wielding hands to momentarily stumble, with several losing their balance and tumbling down onto the stairs. Their heavy armor made it impossible for them to get back up, and the gaps they left were quickly filled by the horsemen in the rear ranks.

  This scene that should have been very sensational was ignored by everyone, because everyone's eyes were fixed on that pig, with different expressions and emotions.

  The giant scythe-wielding warriors were getting closer and closer, when suddenly the mighty Mammoth warrior Rodman pulled out a few large green melons from his big leather backpack and smashed them at the heavily armored giant scythe-wielding commander who was also named Rodman, splashing red juice everywhere.

  Rodman, the giant scythe-wielding commander, let out a scornful laugh that echoed across the land. Without the threat of the bird-winged ballista carts, the heavily armored giant scythes relied on their own hard armor, towering physique with two high handles, and sharp long-handled scythe blades. What could even the strongest warriors of Orphen do against them?

  "You're just throwing stones, but our bodies with giant scythes can withstand it!" The captain of the giant scythe team laughed maniacally, and the giant scythes raised their tower shields and giant scythes in unison. "Hoo-ah hoo-ah" wild roars filled with fierce killing intent shot straight up into the sky.

  There were still a dozen or so steps left, and these troublesome Bimon would become the crimson medals that proved the bravery of the giant scythe-wielding warriors in the eyes of thousands. Lieutenant Colonel Rodman licked his dry lips.

  Guo Guo took a big drag on the cigar in his mouth, stretched his neck and swallowed it into his belly, then handed it to Jin Gang parrot, who took a big puff, as did Rodman.

  Mars' fiery and majestic cigar, with a fruity and thick smile, drew a beautiful arc and fell onto the step called Death Passage.

  As Guagua's mouthful of Longxue cigar smoke spewed out, the raging flames engulfed the entire Death Passage.

  In the Earl's loud angry rebuke, Master Autega tore open his top-grade magic scroll "Earth Fire Incinerates the City".

  "Blood Frenzy" was also a high-level Bimon war song, and Autga didn't believe that a sacrifice could use it twice in such a short period of time. Moreover, he noticed that the Bimon warriors standing at the entrance of the cave on the Red Earth Ridge had just reached the cooldown time for their dazzling halos.

  It was as if a volcano, the emerald green hillside was surrounded by a swarm of scarlet flame spirits that flew out.

  The magical flame is different from the ordinary physical flame. The humans standing at the bottom of the high slope do not have that kind of scorching feeling, but can clearly see the quartz sand in the red soil layer dissolve into liquid and vaporize after being burned, which is a huge power that the flame has reached an extreme point.

  Everyone looked up, and no one suspected that after this hellish fire burned, there would still be life left in this earthen city.

  The south bank of the Sanggan River.

  Jingyu, Evie and Helen stared at the intense magical spirit and the terrifying elemental flames, their eyes filled with irrepressible tension.

  "I may have more confidence in him than you do." Fairy Dragon Daisy smiled.

  "Finally it's my turn to shine." Corina let out a long sigh.

  For this sentence, several old ladies looked at him with a full gaze of resentment for a long time.