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Chapter 967 322. Battle of Connaught (4, 3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 967 322. Battle of Connaught (4, 3k)

The shells fell on the wasteland, and the soil was forced to turn up. One fell, followed by more. The putrid soil splashed, and the bones were violently crushed into mud. The huge rumbling sound was accompanied by the flames across the sky.

Together they form this sonata of war.

The power of gunpowder remains relevant tens of thousands of years later.

It was originally used to crack mountains and crack rocks, but now it is used by the people on Connaught to fight the wind. This wind is tangible, it staggers forward, and the ground trembles with every step it takes.

Pus and the bones of the dead rolled down from its huge body, and were then blown to pieces by its own footsteps or cannonballs. The barrier of the black tower still existed, but its effectiveness had been weakened. The air became moist, smelly, and smelly.

It smelled like stinky biochemical waste. Everyone knew what would happen if the wind was allowed to get close to the city, so they tried desperately to stop it.

And all of this has nothing to do with the twelve Iron Snakes of the Priad team.

"Fire!"

Bach shouted hoarsely over and over again. He had repeated this sentence dozens of times. The mechanical repetition brought about acceptable results.

Twelve bolters using enchanted magazines fired continuously, and the runes kept flashing. The dazzling flames or the cold frost left indelible traces of damage on the thick walls formed by rotten vines, but they were not at all

not give a damn about.

Those plants that were destroyed or about to be destroyed are still squirming, and their sickly yellow-brown surfaces look like they are about to die. However, after being hit by bombs, a lot of white proliferative tissue suddenly sprouted out, making their thickness grow to an astonishing level.

.

They pushed forward, and Bach knew what was hidden behind them. This situation annoyed him, but what really made him sick was the low laughter of the Death Guard behind the vine wall.

"You think your battles and sacrifices are meaningful, don't you? I'm sorry to tell you the truth, no one cares whether your battle is successful or not. You will only become an insignificant name on the casualty list, your superiors

I might not even remember your names."

Tecalio has long been silent, and he no longer responds to the enemy's dirty words. The young heavy fireman understood one thing during the battle. Sometimes, the enemy will only be excited by your ridicule. If you really want to

There is only one way for them to shut up once and for all.

The vine wall is getting closer, and salvos cannot destroy it. After all, the power of the enchanted magazine has its limits. It can easily tear apart power armor and even the skin of demons, and gouge through their flesh, but for those who are thick and tough to the point of terrifying,

There is nothing that wizardly creations can do about it, unless they use a special type of bolter, but that kind of firearm is only for the use of Chapter Masters.

"Prepare to engage the enemy in close combat." Bach gave this order coldly.

His right hand was lowered, and the bolt gun was attached to the armed belt around his waist. He raised his left hand, moved his thumb slightly, and the chain sword was activated in an instant.

The roaring sound attracted the attention of the Death Guard like a sign of imminent killing. He laughed again, and the plagued laughter was so slow that one doubted whether his lungs were already riddled with holes: "It seems

You already understand."

"Get out from behind that evil thing, you incompetent coward." The pharmacist raised his power hammer and yelled with hatred. "I hope you drown in your own blood!"

The vine wall squirmed and dissipated, and the Death Guard appeared as promised. The horn above his head swayed slightly, and six traitors like him stood in place wearing dark green rotting power armor. Some people's armor even seemed to have merged with their flesh.

Integrated into one.

A thick network of fascia beat on the surface of the armor, and brown pus and blood dripped from the gaps in the joints to the ground. The carpet greedily absorbed their body secretions, squirming briskly and happily, and the poisonous mist squirmed in their movements.

It spread out, covering the figures of the traitors, leaving only their voices echoing.

"I will make you understand the pain of drowning, latecomer, just as I did to your predecessors."

As the mist approached, Bach silently raised his right hand. The built-in pattern array that was always connected to him understood his thoughts in a short period of time that could not be accurately described.

A light blue rune on the back of the land-based Titan lit up instantly, and the air became trembling in an instant. Then came the other eleven, and the joint shield was activated at this moment. There is no need to say anything else.

, Bach took the lead and rushed to the front.

The chain sword was raised high, and the Titan's arm had already changed into a strengthened form the moment he raised it. On his wrist, there were cool dark red runes that flashed, so violent that he even felt a little uncomfortable.

The power of control emerged with the blessing of runes, destroying the howling mist, while the shield kept them at bay.

The single-molecule saw blade roared and sank into a body that had long since rotted. However, their owner did not cry out in pain, but took a step back in surprise and mumbled in disbelief from his throat: "What is this?

"

"This is the end of you!"

The heavy fireman's shouts were deafening, and the Ocean Spear in his hand was thrust out, piercing a rotten head that should have turned into dust long ago. But he still couldn't understand his hatred, his wrist trembled, and the precise stab turned into dust.

After a devastating stir, the head immediately became shattered.

The fog completely dissipated in an instant. The remaining six Death Guards obviously did not expect this to happen, but their reaction was still very fast. They quickly dispersed, and one of them waved a weapon reinforced with human bones in his hand.

With a hammer in one hand, he suddenly ran towards Bach, but a gunshot ended his movement.

The spinning bomb penetrated his body, and the manic flames exploded in an instant, swallowing up his decaying body and flesh.

A battle brother began to fire continuously. He was at the end of the team and kept roaring: "Tell your witchcraft to come out again?! Come and try to block the bombs again?!"

No words or explanations were needed, destruction came in an instant.

One minute and twenty seconds later, when the body of the last traitor was beaten to pieces, the thick creep that spread in also ushered in a complete fester. Tecalio cursed and took off the flamethrower from his back.

, and began to burn these terrible things.

The pharmacist patted his back with appreciation, then turned to look at the sky, whispering a name. In every corner he could see, he could see the dark sky and the red sky.

, the rain of destruction across the sky fights with each other.

"Move quickly, Tecalio." Bach's voice came from behind them, still gloomy. "Your efficiency still needs to be improved."

The pharmacist laughed: "Isn't he very old-fashioned?"

The young heavy fireman did not answer, but concentrated on the work at hand. The others spread out, protecting him until his work was completed.

——

Billel Leva closed her eyes to let her thoughts sink into the deepest corner of the thundercloud. A reminder from the pattern array came to her ears: "The inhibitor is being injected, and the remaining inhibitor reserve: ten."

Familiar voice, but

The female sergeant of the Legion of Repentance smiled bitterly. The roar of the Machine Soul sounded in her ears again at this moment, and the desire for destruction followed, sweeping through her mind and body, making her bones begin to tremble.

Levi took a deep breath, and then opened her eyes. The figure of the monster walking on the wasteland was projected on her retina. The roar of the machine spirit became more and more fierce, almost like thunder, constantly playing in her ears, destroying

Touching her hearing.

Levi was not distracted, and did not comfort the machine soul as before. She just took aim, and the eight magic furnaces roared, high-temperature steam spurted out from the back, the launch bay on the shoulder opened, and the gloomy red light began to flash for a few seconds.

Finally, they roared across the horizon, dyeing the dark sky with red color.

After another few seconds of waiting, a message popped out along with the neural link: target hit.

With a thought in Liwa's mind, the monitor on Lei Yun's head lit up with a scarlet light. It began to enlarge the surveillance multiplier, and the female sergeant was able to clearly see the 'results' of the monster that she had created with her own hands. She discovered that ten

The bombardment from the second portable magic cannon actually failed to cause much damage to it.

This is simply unbelievable. The power of the twelve magic cannons bombarded together can even cause damage to the Titan.

The array sensed her confusion and quickly analyzed the results. A brief analysis report followed and was projected on her retina.

Liwa chose to attack the knee of its left leg. The rotten flesh and blood there looked much weaker than the right leg at the moment. However, between the flesh and blood, proliferative tissue was rapidly filling every hole created by Thunder Cloud.

of gaps.

The dead man's head floated in it, and then was crushed mercilessly. The eyes turned into pus, and the rotten brain turned into powder together with the skull. Liwa was silent for a moment, and the pattern was given again fifteen seconds later.

Her test results were extremely cold.

"The target's physical strength is increasing. If it cannot be fatally injured, I'm afraid it will become stronger and stronger."

The Skyhawk-type built-in pattern array was described in a precise manner using a mechanical voice that was exactly the same as in Liva's memory.

"Please contact other Thunder Cloud pilots. The calculation results based on the database show that we need to use the resonance of the magic furnace to cause fatal damage to it. It must be destroyed as soon as possible, otherwise the stability of the Black Tower will not be maintained."

Billel Leva was silent for a moment, and then nodded.

"Just do as you say, Wen Zhen."

The female sergeant closed her eyes and let her thoughts completely sink into the sea of ​​soul again. This time, the deafening roar of the machine soul and the manic desire for destruction seemed to have become calmer.

"Understood." Wen Zhen replied.

There is another chapter in 4k, hey!

(End of chapter)