Chapter 1280 Signing Off

"No, I can't stop it. They're all dead. Sir, they're all dead."

At the other end of the battlefield, in front of the defense line leading to the top area.

The captain of the guard hall had an earthy face and cried to the commander of the expeditionary legion, bursting into tears: "I can't stand it, those crazy people, so many people, rushed up like they didn't care about their lives, they didn't know whether to live or die.

There are also a group of armored knights that I have never seen before, and several armies that I have never heard of. They are definitely armies. Let’s retreat first, we—”

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, the knight behind the archangel had already raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger.

The loud noise tore the feeble pleas into pieces, along with the person who spoke.

Blood splattered.

The adjutant next to him backed away in horror, screamed, and fell to the ground. But when the archangel looked over, he subconsciously held his breath and turned pale.

"Go tell them not to retreat."

The archangel glanced at him for the last time, "Even if you die until the last person is left, you are not allowed to look back - the Holy City has supported you for so long, it's time for you to make some contribution."

The adjutant swallowed and did not dare to object anymore. He nodded wildly, turned around and ran towards the battlefield.

In the smoke and foehn wind blowing in his face, the archangel stared silently at the turbulent fronts. For a long time, he suddenly said: "A bunch of waste that can only be used to fill the food chain is ultimately unreliable."

He said, "Line up as a whole and go into battle as a whole."

Behind him, a forest of armored knights knelt on the ground and responded respectfully.

When the trumpet sounded, the battlefield divided into waves.

From the blood and flames, gray black and red, that dazzling golden array moved forward mightily, like an iron wall advancing, moving forward with overwhelming force, overwhelming the scattered formations of the rebels and resisters in an instant, tearing apart the defense .

In less than half a minute, the rebels who had rushed across the long bridge three times were completely trampled into dust. The surviving guards cheered and shouted.

And right at the front, those blood-stained golden armors became more and more ferocious.

"Today, we will coexist in the Holy Capital."

The archangel raised the spear in his hand, walked in front of the array, and shouted: "The Almighty Lord is above, and the time to show his majesty is now!"

"Long live! Long live! Long live!!!"

Screams came one after another, and in the array of the expeditionary legion, the armored knights echoed in unison, struggling to hunt down any living creature within sight, advancing layer by layer.

Those opponents who were still struggling were trampled and impaled to death, while those who were still alive and kneeling to beg for mercy were picked up on spears and thrown under the bridge.

The figures tumbling and struggling in the strong wind soon disappeared without a trace, and only the screams persisted.

"With your blood, I worship the Almighty Lord."

At the front, the centurion leading the team dragged the last survivor, threw him onto the bridge, raised the hammer, smashed his head into pieces, and declared to the other party while laughing wildly: "Those who are not protected are the only survivors. It’s like this—”

Bang!

A low muffled sound stirred in the wind.

Amidst the turbulent wind and smoke, a wisp of cold iron light burst out, setting off a howl and coming towards him through the sky.

When the centurion raised his hammer and blocked it in front of the door, he felt a bone-chilling chill engulfing him in an instant.

The spear that flew towards him actually penetrated the hammer cleanly, like tearing apart a bubble. Then, it penetrated his face and exited from the back of his head.

Blood dripped from the tip of the spear.

In the dull reverberation, the centurion fell to his knees and made no more noise.

Under the support of the armor, it still stands.

Like a tombstone.

The roaring hurricane blew away the thick smoke and flames, revealing the figure of the gray knight on the other side of the bridge.

And behind him, the array was reorganized again.

Across the boundary between the corpses, he looked at his enemy coldly.

"A bridge again?"

At the front, Yuan Zhao sighed softly for some unknown reason: "I hate bridges..."

No one spoke.

But in the silence, someone among the teammates behind him seemed to remember the embarrassing incident of the former team leader, and laughed out loud, making Yuan Zhao even more helpless.

"Hey, stop laughing, can you... still keep up?"

The blood-stained gray knight turned around and looked behind him.

The silent knights wordlessly put down their visors, loaded their weapons, unsheathed their swords, and prepared their weapons for the last time.

"Tsk, then follow me."

Yuan Zhao withdrew his gaze, twisted his neck, and with the low sound of the armor rubbing, he gave the final command: "I'll try to slow down as much as possible. If you can't keep up, there's nothing I can do."

It was like a blazing furnace being rekindled.

Along with those hoarse words, amazing heat burst out from the gray armor. The Forge's forge surges, burning blood and souls, bringing endless power.

Such bloody light surged in his eyes, like a demon.

The messengers of God who do not underestimate their own capabilities——

--issue a challenge!

When the iron boots wedged into the earth and took the first step forward, what was triggered was a high-pitched tide sound like a landslide and the earth was cracking - the gray-black tide broke through the invisible dam and galloped forward.

Trampling on the wailing bridge beneath his feet, he launched an attack on the last front in front of him.

No words or orders were needed, and even without any tactical arrangements, at this moment, under the guidance of the broken army iron spear, the loose armored knights followed the galloping gray knights and naturally formed a mighty front. arrow.

No, if anything, it's more like the tip of a gun.

Forward, protruding straight!

Just moving forward is enough, there is no need to think about anything else, let alone worry.

Throw away everything that is insignificant.

If there is a mountain in front of you, break through the mountain. If there is a sea in front of you, break the sea. If there are enemies in front of you, crush them completely and trample them into dust!

The gun without return is charging into battle again!

Amidst the roar of steel, the iron flow crossed the long bridge and broke through the intersecting firepower. Like a sharp blade that penetrated the heart of the Holy City, it rushed into the array of the conquest legion from the front.

When gold and gray collided together, an earth-shattering sound erupted from the steel earthquake.

Blood flew, and countless pieces of iron flew into the sky.

The front line of defense was like an overburdened piece of iron, bending into a weird arc. Then, it could no longer withstand the force that burst out from behind the iron wall and fell apart!

The iron cavalry drives straight into the heart!

The neighing of the war horses could not be heard, only the roaring and roaring sounds were heard, and soon they were drowned in the roar of the guns.

"Press up! Press up!"

The command angel supervising the battle shouted with all his strength, leading the team and squeezing forward, taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's speed slowed down to submerge them in this position.

But after a moment's delay, he actually saw the Gray Knight's eyes again.

The blood and fire rekindled.

Surrounded by layers of encirclement and blockade, the Gray Knights rose up and stepped forward again. There was no turning back, and they advanced again!

The neighing sound of gold and iron was trampled under his feet. In the violent earthquake of the furnace's operation, Yuan Zhao seemed not to notice the pain of being burned in the literal sense, laughed, and stepped forward.

"Follow me, follow me -"

Stepping on the broken corpses, the Gray Knight tore apart the obstruction in front of him in an instant. The iron sword swept across and only blood flew up.

In the blink of an eye, he passed by the Angel of Commandment.

Nothing, no time to react...

He has taken flight.

The head covered under the golden mask rose into the sky in blood, staring blankly at the reversed world. Finally, it fell into the gray iron flow, and completely fell apart under the trampling.

The Gray Knight is still moving forward.

The arrow leading the destruction penetrated the defense line in front of him step by step, and penetrated inward.

Until the scarlet halberd suddenly slashed down.

The giant archangel burst out of the opened array, and the euphorbia and the iron tree collided together, causing sparks to fly.

Across the cold steel, those scarlet eyes and the eyes filled with divine power looked at each other, and only solemn murderous intent surged.

Wu's shot, which had not yet been exhausted, was actually blocked.

"Are you the leader?"

Yuan Zhao grinned, looking at that majestic face, he couldn't help but want to laugh: "The shape does look quite decent!"

The halberd was pushed forward, deflecting Tie Shu's change of moves. The archangel looked at the opponent in front of him and suddenly said:

"name."

"Huh?" Yuan Zhao was puzzled.

The archangel looked at him and repeated, "Tell me your name."

"The original photo - the original photo, the shining photo!"

The iron sword in the gray knight's hand trembled endlessly, as if he was sneering: "Why, the name of such a nobody can't be so thunderous, right?"

"Very good, such a soul is worthy of being dedicated to our Lord."

The archangel nodded in approval: "I will remember it."

"It doesn't matter, wait a minute, I will write those two words on your face -"

Yuan Zhao bent down slightly, as if saluting, crouching like an animal, staring at the archangel with his scarlet eyes, telling him: "You can take it back to hell!"

At that moment, Tie Shu screamed miserably.

From the words of farewell, the gun blade protruded and penetrated the Archangel's face again. The euphorbia swept across, steel collided, stirred, and the earthquake spread with sparks.

It's like it was agreed upon.

As the weapons were swung away, two completely different figures collided in an instant.

The giant-like Archangel and the overconfident Gray Knight attacked each other at close range. The shield smashed from their arms collided with the armor-piercing dagger. Then, they all took a step back in unison and pulled back their weapons. On the offensive again!

Just on this chaotic battlefield.

Even if there is no need to abide by the morality of the duel now and they can rush forward in a hurry, at this moment others find that they cannot intervene between the two people's struggle.

Their speed is too fast!

Leaving aside the Gray Knight who shimmered like a phantom, it seemed that the bulky Archangel was also incredibly fast.

On the armor that gathered the most cutting-edge technology in the entire Holy City, blazing foehn winds were constantly blowing out from behind, and it had already entered overload operation in a short moment.

No matter the cost, use all your strength to deal with opponents you have never heard of.

The blazing light of flames appeared on the vibrating halberd, sweeping and slashing. Wherever it passed, all materials were neatly opened and torn from the front. Even if it was one of his subordinates who was blocking the front, he didn't care.

Iron light, flash!

It was like a burning ominous star rising from the slashing halberd.

The ferocious iron light rested on the iron tree, flying forward from the sudden thrust like an arrow.

A howling sound followed closely, destroying all noises.

It's not some incredible magic, but just a second sublimation of gun skills under the blessing of steel - driven by the armor tailor-made for the original photo, from the heels, feet, knees, hips, shoulders, elbows, and palms. The continuous killing mechanism formed gave birth to this irresistible shot that can destroy the city!

The spear pointed forward, and the chopping halberd could not change its trajectory. It rushed straight towards the archangel's face.

The visor collapses!

And at that moment, after the broken mask, another steel face appeared - even his own head had been completely modified into steel and machinery.

The archangel opened his mouth and closed his iron teeth.

Bite into pieces!

The iron sword bounced up with a cry, and the fallen halberd broke it in half. Immediately afterwards, Yuan Zhao's right arm also fell apart as the blade swept by.

However, there was no deflection in the thrusting stance.

Under the shattered armor, there turned out to be a steel right arm. Even though it was split into pieces by the halberd, it still showed no hesitation.

In an instant, the flying half of the iron spear was caught by his left hand. He turned around, spun around, followed Yuan Zhao's steps, crossed the spear's edge, and jumped into the arms of the archangel together.

prick!

The remaining blood spurts out!

What remained from the throat pierced by the severed wound penetrated the cracks in the original visor, dyeing the indifferent face scarlet.

Yuan Zhao's movements did not stop. While releasing the iron grip, he had already pulled out another armor-piercing short knife, pierced the archangel's abdomen, and pushed it upward!

The steel rolled and opened to both sides, countless cables and machinery were torn apart, and sparks flew.

In a moment of deathly silence, the archangel fell to the sky.

There was no shock or fear on the steely face, but the eyes seemed confused, full of confusion, unable to comprehend the changes that had just occurred in that moment, and did not understand why he had failed.

"what is that……"

"Returning carbine."

Yuan Zhao answered calmly, without any pride or pleasure.

Originally, a move like the non-replying stab had no variations or back-up moves to speak of. After many times of hard work, one stab is enough to determine the outcome, so what else is needed?

If one stab fails, it is already a defeat.

And what he did was just a trick to win in defeat.

If you succeed by luck, what's there to be proud of?

Only now did the half of Jianfeng rolling in the air finally fall down. He was held by Yuan Zhao with his backhand, dropped, aimed at the Archangel's face, and wedged in!

Just like that, in the harsh friction sound, the pen moves like a dragon and a snake!

He left the final signature for his unfinished work.

"Do you see clearly?"

The Gray Knight asked finally.

Without waiting for the archangel to reply, the inverted sword had already stabbed down, penetrated the last glimmer of light, and pierced into the earth, draining all the blood.

Now, he no longer has to worry about not being able to remember.

Yuan Zhao bent down, picked up the deceased's halberd, turned around, and walked towards the battlefield again!

Just behind him, the iron current surged forward, singing forward.

Endless artillery fire rose from the other side of the long bridge and sank into the position of the expeditionary legion, completely penetrating the last layer of armor and weapons in the Holy Capital.

Cross the bridge, break through the fortress, up, and up again.

The fire will consume everything.

Looking at the last remaining light of the Holy City in the distance, Yuan Zhao staggered, gasped, and propped up his body again.

Just a little bit closer.

Hold on a little longer.

Once those corporate giants are completely wiped out, this hell will come to an end——

But when he summoned up his last strength and raised his weapon towards the Holy Capital, he saw flames and thick smoke igniting from the highest point of the top floor area.

The restless crowd was surging, running on the streets, cheering, celebrating the chaos and destruction, and couldn't wait to join the carnival.

In this way, each building gradually became immersed in mourning and turmoil.

And he didn't even have time to take action...

Yuan Zhao was stunned for a moment, looking at everything that collapsed in front of him, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Why do you need to fight bloody battles yourself?

Such a world is already doomed to destruction!