Chapter 886 Enter One Soldier, Then Another

Unexpectedly, this time Garland did not write a bad check, but instead gave away a large discount, completely for nothing, which made Huaishi a little unbelievable.

"Leave it to me?"

"if not?"

Garland asked back: "We can't let you engage in alchemy and let an old guy like me, who doesn't even know what the battlefield looks like, take command, right?"

"It's not like...it's not impossible."

Anyway, this was not the first time that the Grand Master did not speak human words. Huai Shi was already experienced and did not give Garland a chance to choke back. He asked again: "What if I want to contact you?"

"...Just ask Rachel."

After a moment of silence, Garland glanced at the timid alchemist behind him: "He will contact me. Do you have any other questions?"

Huai Shi shook his head and turned around to leave.

But Rachel, who was left where she was, subconsciously took a step after him and called out to him: "Grand...Grand Master..."

Garland turned around and looked over.

But Rachel froze on the spot, hesitated several times, and finally lowered her head and just asked: "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"No more, just take care of yourself."

Garland withdrew his gaze indifferently and disappeared. Only Rachel was still there, sluggish. Soon, he noticed Huai Shi's interesting gaze.

"I always feel like there is some kind of friend transaction between you that I don't know about." Huai Shi pinched her chin and asked curiously, "Is it convenient to talk about it?"

"Nothing to do with you!"

Rachel glared at him and wanted to say something, but after seeing the pile of strange things behind Huai Shi, she suddenly lost her courage and found a corner and squatted casually.

Huaishi and the friendly giant dog next to her looked at each other in disbelief, and heard a loud roar in the distance.

The earth was shaking slightly.

Huai Shi's thoughts changed and she returned to the throne of the Sun Maker. She raised her eyes and saw a huge figure walking out of the smoke and fire.

giant?

Those rickety and emaciated figures were so huge that when they stumbled forward, the entire land of Helios trembled.

No, it seems familiar, I saw it in some hell...

When the fire light dissipated, incomplete haloes floating above their heads slowly emerged.

Those naked and skinny giants had collars pierced into their necks. They staggered forward under the pull of countless chains as if they had been tortured.

Drops of blood.

On their backs, there were still faint traces of broken wings.

It's like the legendary angel fell into the control of the devil, tortured and fell into madness.

Unconsciously swinging his arms, he opened his mouth and roared in the endless nightmare, but there was no sound. Only waves of tidal sound spread.

Thousands of meters apart, it actually faintly shook the outer wall of the Dusk Country.

As a follower of the kings of hell, Gala has long been accustomed to wars, and has personally participated in and directed countless brutal battles.

At this moment, after seeing the artillery fire covering the Twilight Village, I made countermeasures without thinking. On the one hand, I dispersed the density of the hell group, and adopted skirmish line tactics to reduce the damage of the artillery fire. Then I instigated the fog to cover the battlefield and obscure the enemy. of one's own existence.

Soon, in the blurry fog, siege weapons appeared.

Like deformed angels, the behemoths whose wings had been torn off were still silently singing and praising the gods, holding on to their own halo.

Even if their gods have already fallen into hell, even if they themselves have been deformed into crazy monsters.

The artillery fire falling from the sky fell into the range of the Ode of the Abyss, and silently turned into iron powder. It rustled down from the sky, and before it landed on the ground, it decayed into highly toxic dust.

Like copper-green rain.

Under the blessing of the deformed angel, the swarm of hell is slowly advancing, like a wriggling black spot one after another, squeezing closer to the edge of the Twilight Land.

Above the heart of the eternally frozen furnace, the giant eye in the alchemical fire opened again, and red light spurted out.

Sweep instantly.

The long distance spanned in an instant, and the invisible sound was cut apart, and a strange sound like bursting of water bubbles erupted. The blazing beam of light left deep burn marks on the bodies of three or four deformed angels, and cut off the head of one angel.

The head fell to the ground like a boulder, but the lips were still opening and closing, singing silently.

The headless body still moved forward.

Even after burning the chain, the speed was incredibly fast.

The angel who lost control trampled on his friendly troops all the way, danced wildly, and actually rushed straight towards the Land of Dusk.

Countless artillery fire enveloped its body, beating the huge body to pieces, but its limbs riddled with holes were still swaying forward.

It hit the high metal wall straight away, shaking the cracks on it one after another. It actually resisted the self-repair of the high wall and forcibly opened a crack.

The foul-smelling plasma flowed out, filling the hell crowd below, giving birth to another round of distortion.

A gap was torn open in the Dusk Country's defense.

The door is wide open.

Huai Shi frowned. The giant eye in the heart of the eternally frozen furnace was burning divinity to attack. The consumption was too huge. One shot cost four or five points, which was enough to buy a limited edition of Huai Shi.

It's really not cost-effective to deal with this kind of thing.

But now, with Garland's big gift package, it's not like there's no way to restrain himself.

He raised his head and looked to his side.

Pointing to the distorted angel approaching quickly in the distance, "Can you capture that thing alive?"

The paladin, shrouded in steel, knelt down on one knee and reported: "It's easy to kill, but it's a little difficult to capture him alive. We don't have the tools to deal with that kind of opponent."

"What about adding this?"

Huai Shi took out the cord of sadness and handed it over.

The paladin raised his hands to take it and said decisively: "I will not let you down!"

"very good."

Huai Shi nodded, "Then let me see the bravery of the Knights of Charlemagne."

The paladin stood up, left a herald behind, and turned to leave.

Soon, a high-pitched horn sound erupted from the strict array under the heart of the eternally frozen furnace. Iron light rolled in. Amidst the high-pitched sounds of countless steel frictions, a banner was raised high again.

Only this time it is no longer the flag of Charlemagne, but the flag of the Rotten Dream that represents the authority of the Great Commander!

Without Huai Shi's instructions, most of the members of the Knights had already gone to the high wall to assist in the city defense. In front of the huge gap, a column of cavalry shrouded in thick armor was ready to go, iron hooves trampling the ground, sparks of fire. Burst.

Staring indifferently at the surging black tide in the distance, the hurricane with flying ash penetrated from outside the crack, bringing ear-piercing screams and cries.

Silent and silent, like frozen ice.

When the paladin named Roland mounted his horse and pointed forward, the frozen frost cracked in an instant, and a mighty stream of iron roared out towards the battlefield outside the crack!

Those cold armors reflected the sun disc in the original darkness of the universe, and they glowed brightly and solemnly.

There was no roar, no roar, not even any sound coming out from under the armor. The moment the flag was raised, the legendary Paladins drove their horses and broke into this battlefield filled with fog and flames.

On the chariot of gold and bones, Gala's eyes slightly raised, and his right hand waved down.

Then, dozens of singers behind him took up bone flutes and began to play sharp and harsh noises.

In the middle of the army, dozens of huge iron cages trembled violently, as if there was some giant creature struggling violently inside. Soon, when the gate was opened, there was a writhing, distorted spirit of birth crawling out of it. And out.

The twisted limbs of the monsters chewed their guardians, and the sharp bone spurs were soon covered with sweet food. Under the urging and orders of the flute, they soon raised their heads from the blood again and looked at The knights galloping out of the rift.

The roar erupted.

The huge mutant body expanded again and rushed towards the direction of the knights.

The billowing wind blew towards my face.

Directly in front of the Knights of Charlemagne, the leading paladin Roland indifferently lifted the heavy lance beside the saddle and held it tightly. The sound of steel friction behind him kept erupting.

The silent knight had already drawn his weapon, gripped the reins tightly, and increased his speed. Sparks hung from the iron hooves from the ground, and the roar of the gallop became louder and louder.

Without any hesitation, he aimed at the nativity spirits in front.

The eyes behind the armor showed no wavering.

I could only see the iron light and the black tide approaching rapidly. At the moment when they were about to touch, at the front, Roland suddenly burst out with a high-pitched roar.

Like thunder.

Brilliant golden light circulated around the knights. In an instant, the speed of the entire iron flow accelerated again. Along with the earthquake of the earth, firelight rose from their bodies.

The red steel was burning, plowing a dark scorch mark from the earth.

The fire burned fiercely and turned into a torrent, spreading to both sides.

All he saw was dark bodily fluids flying out like rain.

The cone-shaped array surged forward, tearing apart the aberrations in front of them like a razor, and then went upstream again!

The most primitive and brutal potential energy impact brought about the most brutal and intuitive effect. Wherever it passed, all flesh and blood turned into mud, like countless hammers smashing past and falling into pieces.

Under the protection of the brilliant golden light, no one was harmed.

The artillery fire from the Land of Twilight followed up just right, covering the front line torn apart by the knights, burying everything in fire and decay.

Roland, who was at the front, had already rushed into the chants of the distorted angels.

The unheard singing reverberated in the air like a tsunami, but the invisible tsunami was torn apart by the intruding cavalry, and the Holy Knights of Charlemagne suddenly scattered to both sides like blades from the horde of hell. Plow through, crushing all opponents with overwhelming force.

The rope of sorrow stretched endlessly, from between their iron cavalry, and quickly wrapped around the limbs of the deformed angel, entangled.

The giant monster that stumbled forward lowered its head, raised its palm, and slapped it down toward the ground.

Roland had already drawn his sword and slashed at the monster!

In an instant, the dazzling iron light flashed away, and then a huge arm fell to the ground amid a spurt of blood. After passing by both sides like a tide, the chains contracted in an instant. Under the hard pull of the knights, they were bound to the body of the deformed angel and tightened again.

Amid the roar, the deformed angel fell to his knees and tried to prop himself up, but was unable to break free.

Roland opened his mouth and shouted loudly, and the two separated cavalry merged again. After going around a large circle, they dragged the chain and the heavy prey back towards the crack in the Land of Dusk.

The slowly closing cracks stopped repairing, and then opened quickly like a door. Under Huai Shi's control, countless heavy steel buildings reversed, and huge winches rose from them one after another.

When Roland hung the chain on it, it rotated rapidly, bursting out countless sparks.

Under the huge power provided by the eternally frozen heart of the furnace, the winch began to shrink rapidly, pulling the struggling distorted angel quickly towards the interior of the Twilight Country.

On that straight passage, countless steels reversed, revealing the huge structure under the eternally frozen heart of the furnace. As the gates opened layer by layer, dazzling firelight emerged from the deepest depths of darkness.

The molten steel gathered into an ocean, stirring up waves that stung everyone's eyes.

More and more restraints wrapped around the deformed angel's limbs, pulling at it until it was submerged inch by inch into the boiling iron slurry. Only the tragic screams echoed in the ears of the hell crowd, bringing a biting chill.

Such a cruel execution method...

What's the point?

On the chariot, Gala was stunned for a moment and looked up at the top of the eternally frozen heart of the furnace.

On the throne of the Sun Maker, Huai Shi was also looking at him.

Smile.

The lips opened and closed silently.

Conveying praise word for word across a long distance.

"Your monster is fine-"

At that moment, an even more piercing scream came from the iron slurry and spread.

It was as if it was swallowed up by endless despair, and it was hard to imagine what kind of encounter would cause it to scream like that.

In the furnace, the angel's halo cracked inch by inch, and the scarred face twitched violently, but it was completely covered by the living molten iron.

Casting begins!

It was only now that Jia La could 'see' the second half of the sentence clearly from Huai Shi's mouth.

“—What a pity, it’s mine now!”

A huge wave suddenly rose up in the sea of ​​molten steel, and then, the outline of a huge thing climbed out of it. Countless amounts of boiling molten iron poured down like a torrential rain.

And the giant thing made of the enemy's divinity spread out its wings enough to cover the entire ocean of molten steel!

It is still the combination of [Nirvana Transformation] and [Biological Reconstruction]!

But this time, he was no longer using his own source of weapons, but siege weapons from the enemy. In a snap, the object was completely decomposed by boiling molten steel, and then recast in a different posture.

The huge mechanical insects that used to be entrenched in the underground realm of the Twilight Country, the mechanical giants cast by the Changers, have once again reappeared on Helios.

As the hurricane swept through, the steel moth, which was the size of a building, flapped its wings and rose into the sky, hovering in the eternal dim light of the Dusk Land.

Wherever he passed, dark clouds spread and thunder brewed...

"Is it so cool? Then let's have another one!"

Huai Shi pointed to the distance, turned around and told the Paladin: "I want the biggest one."

"As you wish."

Roland nodded.