After a short delay, the three flare bombs flew high. The charged crystals in the flare exploded violently after the inertial lock was released, activating the rune array inscribed inside the bomb shell. In the next few seconds, it was far away from Gray. The huge ball of light that can be seen in the tower fortress reflects the thick ink clouds, and the dazzling red brilliance permeates the thick clouds, and almost at the moment when this light blooms, the condensation of water vapor over the long and narrow plain reaches a vertex. .
Above the earth, the last heavy artillery shell launched from Bitter Winter just completed its long flight and fall. Along with the shook of the ground, a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, but there was not much damage in the shock wave. Most of the deformed bodies and biochemical beasts on the battlefield have been wiped out in the previous intensive bombing. After leaving countless wrecks, these monsters have quickly given up their just "occupation". The position retreated to the border of the Gondor Wasteland.
They entangled among the corrupted soil and rugged boulders, roaring in the dust rising from the sky, and although the firelight falling like a meteor in the dark clouds has ceased, the scorching pain caused by the "sky fire" The shock still seems to be deeply imprinted in the depths of their twisted and mutated nervous system. The dust and fog raised by the last round of fire bombing has not yet dissipated. The rumbling and tremors from the earth still remain, and this terrible scene passes through the monsters. The nervous system and the spiritual connection between them were passed out, and they were finally gathered at the command node of the Wasteland Legion, and gathered in their "heads" in the wasteland border northwest of Greta Fortress, entrenched in the wasteland border. Dark priests deep in the ruins of an ancient fortress.
This is an ancient frontier fortress. In that distant era of human glory, it used to be the frontier post of the Gondor Empire. For thousands of years, it guarded the most powerful human territory in the world at that time. After the explosion of the well, this fortress fell into a wasteland and has been forgotten by the civilized world for hundreds of years. The advanced construction technology of the past coupled with the impact range far from the deep blue explosion of the past, the fortress still maintains a relatively complete main body today. Between the towering walls and the exquisite structure of the building frame, it seems that you can still see it vaguely. Its splendor several centuries ago is only that this splendor no longer symbolizes the frontiers of civilization, but has become a shelter for dark and corrupted things.
Banor stood on the large platform on the upper level of the fort, and the entangled tree crown like a brain made a dry rubbing sound in the wind. His roots that acted as walking feet slowly swayed on the ancient mottled platform, showing the dark patriarch. In an extremely bad mood, his eyes were fixed on the battlefield in the southeast, watching the distortions that were constantly withdrawing from the front and the smoke and dust on the horizon that had not yet dissipated. A hoarse and low grunt sounded vaguely in his body. The dark red liquid reminiscent of blood slowly seeped from the cracks in his bark.
A large number of aberrations and biochemical beasts were eliminated in a very short time, and a large number of nodes in the command network suddenly lost their response. The severe impact that the subordinate nodes felt at the same time created a tsunami-like thinking impact at the moment of network paralysis. The impact caused many dark priests who directly commanded the army to suffer more or less damage, including Banor himself.
He is the successor of Marcellus. After the previous Wasteland Army’s offensive against the Ogure tribe was frustrated, and Marcellus, who was in command of the Western Front Army, was evaporated from the world by that terrible aerial fortress, Archmaster Bor Ken gave the remaining aberrations of the Western Front Legion to Banor, who had been on standby in the rear. Banor did not allow the Western Front Legion, which had been damaged more than half, to remain on the front line of Ogure to confront the terrifying air fortresses. Choosing to make the whole army go south, and attack the elves and human positions with the original southern legion, he knew that what the cult needed was not the so-called "occupation of the world". All the cult needed was to put enough dark blue control nodes. Under this goal, even if you give up the entire western front battlefield, it does not matter. The results obtained on the southern front battlefield are still enough to complete the great cause...
It should be so, at least until today, things are still progressing according to the original plan.
Those elves and humans have a very tenacious fighting will. Even after the crash of the "Sanctuary of Stars", they still managed to stabilize the border and even made a certain "counterattack", but their tenacious fighting will cannot be kept 100%. All defense lines, the Wasteland Army continued to make local breakthroughs with superior forces, and successfully suppressed the northwest border of the Gaoling Kingdom, and the soldiers were near the fortress of Greta. In Banor’s view, as long as there is enough time, those in the army will supplement and continue. The human beings who are far weaker in combat capabilities than the deformed ones will sooner or later be dragged down by the Wasteland Legion, and as long as the Kaolin Kingdom breaks through the biggest hole, no matter how much the elves can fight, they will fall into the trap of two armies. The situation of flanking.
As a result, today he met those Cecilians who were perpetually dangerous, and I don’t know why they could emerge everywhere! !
"Master, it has been confirmed that the shelling came from the Aldo River. Those Cecilians came by boat... a very huge warship, there are more than a dozen ships," a dark priest stepped onto the platform and came to Pakistan respectfully. In front of Knoll, "The'magic cannon' they use is different from the'magic cannon' we have seen on the battlefield these days. Regardless of its power and range, it surpasses our'behemoth'..."
"The Aldo River... is it from that far away?!" Banor's canopy made a rustling noise, and he looked very irritable. "Those **** low-level creatures... are dull and inferior on the path of evolution, but only Knowing to make those profane machinery that is full of noise... No, we can't let those warships continue to stop there..."
A gust of wind blew from a distance, and the wind was full of water vapor. The smell of a rainstorm soaked the dry branches and bark of Banor, but this did not make this "plant" feel happy, but made it He faintly developed greater irritability and anxiety: "Not only the Cecilians, but also the **** weather, there is no such annoying clouds and rain in the wasteland..."
As if specifically to respond to his complaints, at the moment when the dark patriarch’s voice fell, an unprecedented thunder suddenly exploded in the sky. The dark priests in the fortress were all trembling, almost mistakenly thinking that the shells fired by the Cecil warship fell on their heads.
Immediately afterwards, it rained heavily.
The torrential rain that had been brewing for a long time in the dense clouds finally fell, like an inverted sea hidden in the depths of the clouds, and the continuous torrential rain smashed into the ground from the north of Greta Fortress. To the ancient fortress on the border of the wasteland, and then extend east to the former site of the forest defense line, the entire narrow plain turned into a country of Zee almost instantly, and countless bright thunder and lightning shuttled and jumped among the clouds, countless howling winds and frightening wars. The weird howling swept across the plain!
Banor was shocked by the thunder just now. At this moment, he couldn't help but stare at the torrential rain that suddenly fell in front of him. The dense water flow even exceeded his concept of "rain", and it was more like a whole body of water hitting directly from the sky. After coming down, this dark priest who has been alive for centuries searched his own memory. During his time as a human being, when he was still living in the "normal world" outside, he had never seen or learned from Never heard of such rain.
"This rain..." The muttering of the low-rank dark priest came from the side, "This rain is really heavy..."
"No, the situation is not right..." Banor interrupted his subordinates, and the fierce anxiety seemed to be turning into a substantial alarm in his heart, "This is not rain! It is an attack. We have been attacked! Everyone is ready to fight!"
"Assault?" The low-level dark priest didn't react at all. He looked at Banor in astonishment, "What attacked us..."
Halfway through what he said, the sound behind was interrupted by a buzzing from the sky and a "sneer" of the wooden structure being cut open by high heat energy. In the heavy rain falling from the sky, a ghostly figure was out of thin air. A woman with a lower body like a snake appeared in the air. She was holding a trident-like war blade in her hand. The low-level priests who had no time to react at all were cut into two sections.
The wooden torso of his subordinates fell into the torrential rain. At this moment, Banor finally felt the long-lost fear. He saw that the alien creature holding a strange weapon had turned his gaze to his side, and around the alien creature, More figures are quickly emerging from the rain curtain falling from the sky, from the air filled with water vapor, from the rising water on the ground, one after another figures holding a trident or particle rifle are condensing.
On the castle, outside the castle, on the plains, a larger number of Krakens completed their landings, and began to quickly harvest all the creatures in their sight, whether they were tall aberrations or hideous and weird biochemical beasts, or they were in a hurry. The dark priests who tried to rebuild the line of defense between them, these land creatures are no different in the eyes of the siren. They are cut into pieces with a light wave warblade when they are close, and they are shot with a particle rifle when they are far away. The high-energy particle group wrapped in the binding force field And the beam blade surging like undulating waves in the heavy rain, each surging means that large tracts of monsters and dark priests turn into "impurities" in the waves.
The water is surging up, even though it is on the open plain on all sides, the "precipitation" brought by this torrential rain has not escaped in the slightest. An astonishing amount of rain is bound to this battlefield and is visible to the naked eye. Speed filled all the ravines on the long and narrow plain. This was an astonishing and terrifying scene, but at this moment Banor had no energy to pay attention to what happened far away.
A group of high-energy particles wrapped in the force field rubbed the canopy of the tree and flew far away, the magic shield used for the body rippling, and Banor continuously summoned a large number of vines and withered tree people to resist those "alien in the rain." At the same time, he used corrupt energy arrows with powerful destructive power to attack the enemies in the incident. This was the first time he had fought against this race. As a dark priest with profound knowledge, he guessed that these creatures in front of him were The "Saimon" who had crushed the son of the storm for seven hundred years and passed the news to the great master in the depths of the wasteland through the root network for the first time, and what he can do next...
Just fight to the death and find a way to survive this raid.
The dark green corrosive energy arrow pierced the air and screamed. A siren warrior couldn't dodge at close range and was pierced by the energy arrow, and even the scream was turned into a scream. Splash.
Another siren next to her saw this scene. The death of her comrade-in-arms made her exclaimed, and then laughed loudly: "The best thing to die!!"
Then the other sea monsters around shouted in unison: "See you after we die!!"
Banor feels chill is coming to his heart, if he still has hairs, then all his hairs must have been erected by this time.
These Krakens are not invincible. Although they seem to be several times stronger than ordinary mortal races, and they are also equipped with amazing advanced weapons, as a high-level transcendent, Banor can still be in battle. Fighting against multiple siren soldiers, and has successfully killed several of them, but this did not relax him in the slightest.
He only felt absurd and terrified that these creatures were not afraid of death at all!
They fought in a fierce and undaunted posture. They didn't care about any fatal injuries. They rushed to and slashed when they were able to fight, but also rushed to them, and when they were seriously injured, they ran over and blew themselves up. They didn't care about their lives, even They don’t care about the lives of their comrades, their partners die in front of their own eyes. They will only shout loudly and excitedly, evaluating this death with a horrifying attitude in Banor's eyes, and after loudly admiring or ridiculing loudly, they turn their heads and continue. Go to slash all the targets in the line of sight, until he also steps into death.
Barnall’s scalp numb. Although he lost his scalp seven centuries ago, he still has a numb scalp.
He knows that distortions are not afraid of death, but that is a completely different thing. The fear of death of distortions is based on their lack of complete mind. If they can think, they still know how to escape and fear, and he is in front of him. These deep-sea alien species, called "sea monsters", have a high degree of intelligence, and they embrace death with complete reason, rush to death, admire but despise death...
Even in the process, it was a good comparison.
The dark priest who was determined to destroy a season of civilization to reshape the planet shivered in front of these incomprehensible alien species of the deep sea. He even felt that the opposite was a group of crazy monsters.
But at this moment, Banor suddenly found that the surrounding sea monsters besieging him stopped their attacks in unison.
The deep-sea warriors seemed to have received some order, and at the same time they put away their weapons and retreated back. The surrounding torrential rain formed an inverted vortex in the sky at some unknown time. The center of the vortex calmed down strangely, and Banor looked at it in amazement. The surrounding changes, I don't know what happened for a while, but there is one thing he can be sure that these crazy deep sea alien species will not kindly let themselves survive.
In the next second, his thoughts were confirmed.
A huge sound of water came up from the heavy rain and stagnant water outside the castle, and countless thick tentacles reminiscent of the octopus's wrists climbed up the platform along the rough outer wall of the fortress, and Banor saw a huge figure standing there. The rising water surfaced, it was a giant woman, or something formed by the fusion of a female body and a monster of the deep sea. She lowered her head and looked down at Banor, with countless thick tentacles encircling the upper layer of the platform. It became a sunken structure like an arena, and a loud thunderous sound shook Banor's auditory nerves: "I heard that there is a super fighter here, is it you?
"Very well, I am Vanessa, Lord of the Deep Sea War, and I will fight you."