Chapter 1154 The Deterrent Power of Heavy Snow

Bol rode a tall nightmare with limbs burning with flames and stood on a hill...

Hundreds of fire-throwing mags stood in front of him, throwing fireballs towards a battlefield down the hillside.

The fireball, which was about the same size as a grenade, did not cause too much damage to the vanguard of Behemos, but it was enough to disrupt their formation and allow the powerful lava demon to attack.

There have been more than 20 such small-scale battles...

Bol knew his goal. He wanted to resist as much as he could, and then let the demon armies of the two races speed up their advance.

Another 5 kilometers away is the frozen cemetery chosen by the humans for the armies of the two races.

Bol felt that he should not miss this magnificent killing. He had the Moloch royal family's artifact "Soul Gathering Coffin" in his hand, and the souls of the high-level demons who were frozen to death should still be there.

Collecting souls to strengthen Moloch's army is the most important task for Bol now.

Although I don’t know why the souls of demons killed by Alvin or who died near him will disappear, but those 300,000 demons will always slip through the net for Bol to digest.

Seeing that the battle below was coming to an end, Bol took a whip and patted the shoulder of a demon warlord standing at his feet, and said: "Let them retreat, let's move back..."

The one-eyed demon warlord glanced at Bol. Although his actions were very inconsistent with the devil's style, the demon warlord had no intention of refuting. He picked up a red horn from his waist and blew it...

A few hours later, Alvin stood on a high platform built of logs, watching Moloch's troops lure the two demon armies into the preset battlefield with aloofness.

The dense procession of demons appearing on the horizon made everyone who saw it feel a chill down their backs.

How many years has it been since mankind has fought a battle of this scale?

Stark stood next to Alvin holding a tablet...

Seeing a huge number of demonic cannon fodder troops and a part of the regular army forming loose formations, they were walking at the front.

The red line marked on the tablet cannot contain these marching demons.

Stark said a little worriedly: "It seems that we are a little too optimistic. We must let go of the devil's vanguard..."

Alvin didn't care at all. He looked at the small yellow flag planted on the ground in the distance and said with a smile: "I have confidence in those guys. In terms of tactics, those guys are so much better than the demons... "

Before Alvin finished speaking, the people in the rear started roaring from the cannon at the coalition camp...

More than 5,000 cannons sent by the Russians roared dullly more than ten kilometers away.

The 152 mm caliber high-explosive bomb laid a death obstacle on the path of the demons...

The tablet computer in Stark's hand clearly showed the dynamics on the battlefield. The demon troops approaching the artillery fire were hesitant and didn't know whether to rush or retreat, but the pressure of the rear army did not stop due to inertia.

A round of artillery fire was just a warm-up. At the moment when the rhythm of the demon's vanguard was slightly chaotic, a large number of rockets passed over Alvin's head and accurately hit the scattered troops on the edge of the two demon armies.

Humanity is using artillery fire and rockets to drive massive demonic armies like sheep into a space that is 50 kilometers long and 30 kilometers deep.

The overly huge battlefield limited the spread of information. Out of the belief that it didn't matter if the cannon fodder died in too many places, the Behemos and Astral clans sounded the clarion call to attack almost at the same time.

The alluring space aura is not far away. No matter what is in front, let the cannon fodder consume the enemy, and then the regular army will move forward to harvest the harvest, while guarding against attacks from another clan.

It's a pity that they don't know who their enemy is!

They allowed the cannon fodder troops on their flanks to be driven along a predetermined route...

When the high-level demons from the Behemos and Astral clans realized that something was not quite right, it was already too late.

Bol led his royal elite to kill a group of demons who rushed too fast far away from the battlefield...

When he saw a cold star rising into the sky on the battlefield in the distance, he stopped the nightmare in his crotch and stared at the battlefield...

As one cold star rises into the sky, the other four are rising into the sky regularly...

Bol didn't know if this was Alvin's "blizzard". The cold stars didn't seem to have much power...

But after more than ten seconds, the situation was completely different...

Boll, who was more than ten kilometers away from the core battlefield, felt a chill coming towards his face, and palm-sized snowflakes began to float in the sky over the battlefield in the distance...

Then, seemingly because five blizzards started at the same time, a violent storm began to blow on the entire battlefield...

Blade-like snowflakes were driven by the storm and wreaked havoc throughout the battlefield.

Those unlucky demons simply didn't know where to hide. The release of five blizzards at specific locations increased their power exponentially.

Some small safe areas inside the battlefield could not shelter many demons at all. Those demons who instinctively charged towards safety did not know that they had actually entered the core area surrounded by a snowstorm.

Maybe they kill their companions and squeeze into a safe area, maybe they can escape the damage of snow flakes, but the ensuing low temperature will give them an extremely severe test.

The technicians of the Gunslingers Association chose extremely vicious locations, and the timing of launching the rockets was also tricky.

Almost all of those demonic troops fell into the radiation range of the blizzard...

When faced with a blizzard attack, those demons on the edge actually had a chance to escape.

But the horn made them choose to move closer to their master, and then flocked to the "safe zone" in the center of the battlefield...

Prince Bol has always wanted to face his fears, and he's always felt he was ready.

But he was still scared when the "blizzard" broke out...

The demon vanguards who were fighting Boer's army roared in panic and didn't know what to do.

Those Moloch lava demons looked at the death zone in horror while numbly cutting off the enemy's heads...

It was such a heavy snow that completely destroyed the royal court of Moloch, and it was such a heavy snow that made them homeless.

Many demons once fantasized about how they should take revenge on that "person", but now they don't think about it anymore and don't dare to think about it!

Bol fell off the back of the nightmare. He knelt on the ground in pain and looked at the death trap in the distance. He murmured to himself: "What on earth did I do?"

Alvin used "Flash" to return to where he started. He held Stark's shoulders and vomited...

Stark looked at Alvin who was about to vomit out his stomach, and he said with a bit of schadenfreude: "God is really fair, no one is perfect...

I've heard of carsickness, seasickness, and airsickness, but you are the first one I've ever seen to get telesick so badly...

Maybe this is God’s warning to you, don’t get too far away from the earth, it’s better not to leave the ground…”

As Stark's nano-suit was instantly armed, he said a little horrified: "What's going on? We are outside the killing range..."

Jarvis, your thermometer is broken? "

In the human command headquarters, Zhang Qiang looked at the image displayed on a screen in front of him...

The temperature within a 70-kilometer radius of the core battlefield dropped to about minus 30 degrees...

Those demons who are accustomed to surviving in high-temperature environments and don’t like wearing clothes seem to have no chance of survival at all...

This means that Alvin can destroy a large city that can accommodate millions of people at any time if he wants to.

Zhang Qiang glanced at the livid General Ross. This guy had been creating America's super force with Alvin as the imaginary enemy in the past, and it was very effective.

But now it seems that he should have given up his idea completely. You can guard against people like Alvin, but it is meaningless!

Choosing flexible control and trying to guide his direction of action is the only way out for America!

Zhang Qiang looked at General Ross' awkward expression. He rubbed his nose thankfully and decided to go back and flush the idea of ​​inviting Alvin to his home.

If this big boss goes to China and doesn't want to leave, he will have no way to survive!

Several European military leaders didn't know whether they were envious or fortunate to get close to General Ross and celebrate the upcoming victory with him...

An Italian military boss with a bald head and a hooked nose said a little scared: "I heard that Mr. Tomahawk wants to move a church in Rome?

I think if Mr. Tomahawk was motivated by his love of architecture, we could pay to move a few more churches to New York.

It is the duty of our Italian government to present the beauty of Renaissance art to the people of the East Coast of America.

In fact, we don’t have much to visit in Italy. My traditional pizza is all passed down from China, and the Mafia is nothing compared to the gangsters in Hell’s Kitchen..."

As he spoke, the bald man looked at Zhang Qiang with an aquiline nose and said, "Mr. Tomahawk looks like you are Chinese. Do you think there is anything attractive about Italy from a Chinese perspective?"

Zhang Qiang looked at this fucking bald man who regarded Alvin as the God of Plague in a funny way, and said: "If I were you, I would have people pull the ears of those Italian thieves and tell them to keep away from all the Chinese people in their dirty hands.

I guess our Mr. Tomahawk can’t wait for your extremely efficient police to find the stolen items for himself..."

After hearing this, the bald-headed and hook-nosed man knew that Zhang Qiang was mocking his country, but he still wiped the sweat from his forehead and prepared to supervise Rome when he returned.

Thieves are not important, churches are important. Who knew that Manhattan Tomahawk would actually take a fancy to a cathedral in Rome whose history can no longer be traced?

But that doesn't matter now!

Isn't it just a church? What’s wrong with being bigger and more famous?

Can those protesting compare to Mr. Tomahawk?

What do the protests in the Vatican have to do with the Rome city government? Will it snow in the Pope?

Go back and quickly dismantle the cathedral and send it to Mr. Tomahawk. Not only will he help dismantle it, but he will also help build it for you in New York as it is.

If necessary, even the priest will change your nationality for you and send it to you, and it is not impossible to negotiate with a nun.