Chapter 1682 Sisters! Part 1

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The generals under his command all admonished one after another: "Your Highness Ye Ren, we must attack the Demon Flame Camp immediately. If we allow the other side to build defenses, our losses will become greater and greater in the future."

"Damn it~ Where did he get so many magic crystal ballistas and stones?" Prince Night Blade's face turned dark, and he couldn't figure out how the magic flame did it.

What put Prince Nightblade in the most dilemma was that Asmodeus encountered a sandstorm, which slowed down his march.

"No matter, let's attack first!"

Prince Night Blade ordered, "Give me the vanguard, give me long-range attacks, and consume those damn stupid ogre infantry."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The one-armed deputy general Pulton laughed ferociously, took the lead in riding a manticore, and led the vanguard to charge forward.

Hundreds of manticore knights flew in the air and rushed toward Wang Yan's army overwhelmingly. When the wings of each manticore are spread out, they are more than ten or twenty meters long.

Hundreds of manticores were flying in the air, and the scene was overwhelming and full of momentum. Moreover, each manticore is ridden by elite knights, and the thirty at the head are legendary manticore knights.

However, Prince Night Blade's expression was a little gloomy.

Being forced to launch an offensive like this, his subordinates must have suffered heavy losses. But he had no choice. He couldn't just watch the magic flame pull out hundreds or even thousands of magic crystal ballistae, right?

"Demon Flame, when this prince captures you alive, I will make you feel humiliated." Prince Night Blade gritted his teeth angrily. At the same time, he also secretly hated Asmodeus and sneered, "And that Asmodeus De, don't think that this prince is a fool. You are clearly trying to sit back and watch the fight between the two, and take the opportunity to consume this prince's strength. "Huh, who will have the last laugh is still unknown.

Not to mention the murmurings in Prince Night Blade's heart.

The fast-moving manticores were already close to the periphery of Wang Yan's position. They flew not too high, only two to three hundred meters. The powerful manticore knights drew out their throwing spears one after another, and used their arms to thrust the spears down.

Throwing spears infused with dark energy tear the air and pierce space. From the tip of the spear to the tail, there are circles of space ripples, which shows how terrifying their flying speed is.

"Shield defense!"

The ogre leader Abron roared, and the ogres on the front line raised their extremely thick and heavy shields.

Those shields are made of hell steel mixed with many rare metals. When the shields are made, they appear to be thick and unpretentious, with no unnecessary decoration. However, the dense array of magic patterns on the shield surface and structure show how extraordinary these shields are.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

These standard armors and shields are exclusive equipment for the Demon God's ace troops. They are all forged and enchanted by the master of the weapon refiner who spent a lot of energy, and each piece has reached the level of a sub-sacred weapon. Ordinary legendary lords would probably be broke and unable to afford one set.

Then defend with shield.

The magic pattern arrays on the shields were lit up, and the energy gathered into thick energy shields.

"boom!"

A spear thrown by the legendary manticore knight pierced the shield hard. Under the impact of two waves of matter and energy, a terrifying energy storm exploded, and the surrounding space was exploded with ripples in the form of waves. So twisted.

The ogre warrior, whose strength reached half an S level, stumbled back a few steps with his huge and plump body, and a trace of blood spilled from his mouth. The slight injury did not frighten it, but it started howling wildly.

The ogre army on the field roared one after another, as if they were ferocious ancient beasts.

"Boom boom boom!"

Dozens of explosions erupted on the battlefield, and the huge waves of dark energy covered the sky and the sun, as if the end of the world was coming.

No wonder.

The manticore knights in the vanguard are at least a half-step S-level, and there are also quite a few legendary level knights. How can we underestimate the power contained in each of their strikes? On earth, there are all big bosses who can dominate one area.

The power of the spears they threw was already more powerful than the air-to-surface missiles launched by Earth's fighter jets.

"Huh! If our fighter jets fight with each other at close range, they will lose a lot." Wang Yan secretly assessed the combat effectiveness of the manticore knights. They are flexible, powerful, and explosive.

However, the fighters on Earth are not completely without advantages. Fighters focus on high-speed support and beyond-visual-range strikes. Through radar positioning, attacks can often be launched hundreds of kilometers away.

Moreover, the latest fighter jets, when fully accelerated, can enter supersonic speeds and even fly at several Mach speeds, making even the demigods unable to catch up.

This wave of attacks by the Manticore Knight is extremely powerful.

More than twenty half-step S-level ogres or barbarian warriors were slightly or seriously injured. Four of the half-step S-level barbarian infantry were blown to pieces with their shields attached.

Obviously those who took action were all legendary or higher level generals.

"How can it be?"

From a distance, Prince Night Blade observed the battlefield. He took the lead in attacking in the first round, but he only achieved this result? It was simply challenging the limits of his sanity.

"Your Highness, the defense of those ogres and barbarian infantry is unexpectedly tough." The generals under his command also looked very ugly. "Something is wrong. Look at the proportion of legendary level among those cannon fodder legions."

Without the perspective of the three demon gods and the audience, Prince Night Blade and the others would not know the true strength of Demon Flame's subordinates at all. In purely legendary terms, it was actually twice as large as the Night Blade Prince's team.

"Counterattack!"

More than 20 installed magic crystal crossbows roared first.

More than 20 dark red energy beams as thick as buckets, wrapped with giant crossbow arrows, pierced the sky like sharp swords, and pointed directly at the lion scorpion knights. The power of the magic crystal crossbow is obviously much greater than the spears thrown by the lion scorpion knights.

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of explosions were heard in the sky, and huge energy fluctuations spread.

As the vanguard, the lion scorpion knights, including many legendary elites, are extraordinary. Facing the bombardment of the magic crystal crossbow, they can dodge if they can, and those who can't dodge will use their guns to block it.

At any time, it was like a burst of brilliant fireworks.

Eight or nine lion scorpions were injured and fell from the sky. Before the lion scorpion knights above recovered from the shock, they were rushed up by a group of barbarian heavy infantry, surrounded and hacked to death, and there were actually two legendary knights among them.

In this kind of chaotic axe formation, let alone the legendary level, even the demigod level may be besieged and hacked to death.

In the first round of the confrontation between the two sides, it was obvious that Prince Ye Ren suffered a great loss.

"All-out attack." Prince Ye Ren also reacted very quickly, and waved his hand and rushed forward. Under his leadership, the army rushed madly towards Wang Yan's position.

His tactics were simple and rough, tearing up the defense line composed of ogres and barbarians, and directly attacking the Mo Yan camp. With superior and powerful forces, a decapitation operation was carried out.

According to the battlefield situation, his judgment was extremely correct.

If we fight a war of attrition, how can we win the Mo Yan who is still setting up magic crystal crossbows?

At this time, the only chance is to fight to the death quickly.

"Hehe~" Wang Yan couldn't help laughing when he saw the other side launching a full-scale assault. If the other side escapes regardless of everything, it will be really troublesome.

After all, most of Prince Ye Ren's team are lion scorpion beast knights. Not to mention that they can fly for a short time, even if they run away on the sand, they are much faster than the ogres and barbarian heavy infantry.

Unfortunately, Prince Nightblade lacks some patience.

If he consumes a few more waves of each other, he will find that the army under the command of Mo Yan is not simple. The proportion of legendary strongmen of ogres and barbarians is terrifyingly high.

In fact, Prince Nightblade was also overwhelmed by fixed thinking and hatred, and did not conduct a good investigation.

"Boom!"

The armies of both sides collided fiercely.

The lion scorpion knight charged at a long distance, throwing short spears crazily.

The burly ogres in front of the battle, holding up huge shields and singing passionate and heroic war songs, formed a steel-like wall. Let those short spears bombard like a tide.

Even if they were injured or dead, they could not retreat half a step.

"Boom boom boom!"

The magic crystal crossbow was powerful again.

At the same time, the heavy infantry of the barbarians behind the ogre shield wall moved. They took out the flying axes hanging on their waists and shouted at the lion scorpion knights.

Especially the flying axes thrown by the legendary barbarians, when they spun violently in the air, burst out a terrifying scream, as if even the space was torn apart. Most of the lion scorpion knights, whose strength was only half a step S-level, only had time to block, or were hit and fell seriously injured, or were directly pierced by the flying axes and torn into two pieces.

In an instant, blood mist rained.

One by one, the lion scorpion fell from the sky, and they couldn't even break through the first line of defense. Those young heroes from the Night Demon Clan died tragically in front of Wang Yan's formation.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, the battle entered a white-hot stage.

"Sisters, go!"

A group of seventy or eighty harpies flew into the air. They kept shooting at the enemy with bows and arrows at a long distance. The arrows with the energy of wind magic were extremely fast and much more powerful than human sniper rifles.

Moreover, they shoot very fast, and can shoot dozens of arrows in one minute.

The harpies of a mere scout brigade suddenly burst out a continuous rain of arrows. Especially those legendary harpies, their short bows are all holy weapon level. Every arrow shot out contains terrifying energy and explosive power. It seems that the arrow just left the bowstring and fell on the enemy in the next moment. The initial speed is far beyond the speed of sound.

With such power, it may be able to penetrate the tanks on the earth.

"Zheng"

A half-step S-level lion scorpion knight was shot in the chest. The arrow rotated and passed through his chest. The internal organs and blood were sprayed out with the arrow on his back, and a fist-sized hole appeared in his chest.

If this kind of injury was on a human, he would have died long ago.

However, the young knight of the Night Demon Clan used magic to seal the injury and continued to drive the lion scorpion forward. It was not until he was hit by more than ten arrows and was beaten into a sieve that he fell off the lion scorpion beast and was beheaded by a barbarian heavy infantryman with an axe.

Similar scenes are everywhere.

"The Night Demon Clan is indeed a high-level demon clan with the same origin as the Purgatory Demon Clan." Facing this battlefield meat grinder-like scene, the expressions of the people from Earth became solemn.

The vitality of the high-level demon clan is too tenacious, just like a group of indestructible cockroaches. It is even more exaggerated at the legendary level. As long as they are not killed on the spot, no matter how serious the injury is, they can gradually recover. Even if their hands and feet are broken, they can grow back slowly after several years of recuperation.

The earthlings could not help but worry about the fate of the earth again. The legendary level among the earthlings is also powerful. But in terms of vitality, they are still far behind the demon clan, and their lifespan and vitality are not as good as the other side.

The Abyss Demons are a powerful race that is not inferior to the Night Demons. Moreover, they are also proficient in the laws of space, can escape and chase, and are very difficult to deal with.

"Mo Yan, come out, come out! You want to fight me one-on-one, come out and fight me one-on-one."

Just as everyone was sighing, Prince Ye Ren shouted wildly in the position, with a sub-artifact-level dark energy magic halberd gun, each move was extremely powerful, and it burst out with terrifying and doomsday-like power.

Relying on his demigod-level strength, he took the lead and tore through a corner of the defensive formation and rushed into the position. However, as soon as he rushed in, he deeply regretted it.

Misjudged.

He completely misjudged the strength of the cannon fodder army under Mo Yan.

Legend, legend, legend!

Among those ogre heavy infantry and barbarian heavy infantry, often one out of two or three heavy infantry is legendary. The ratio of legendary to half-step S-level far exceeded his imagination.

A dozen heavy ogre infantrymen, who were like a mountain of flesh, surrounded Prince Nightblade. They first grabbed the tail of Prince Nightblade's mount, the legendary lion scorpion beast, and yanked it to the ground. Then several ogres rushed forward and chopped it into meat paste.

Under the bloodthirsty spell of the tribal priests, those ogres were fearless and burst out with extremely terrifying fighting power.

They fell into the trap!

Prince Nightblade swept across with a gun, and the dark magic shock wave that burst out repelled three ogre heavy infantrymen. However, his face was angry and unwilling.

This was obviously a trap.

When he rushed into the position, he was very relaxed, as if he was unstoppable. But when he rushed in, he found that he had been surrounded, and even the retreat was cut off, completely separating him from his men.

Above his head, there were more than a dozen legendary harpies who unknowingly attacked Prince Nightblade with arrows and simple wind spells.

Surrounded by dozens of legendary warriors, even a demigod warrior can only defend with all his strength and has no power to fight back. If this continues, Prince Yeren can kill a few legends, but he will definitely die on the spot.

Demigods are very powerful, but they can also be besieged to death.

Several generals under Prince Yeren, seeing their master trapped, also hurriedly organized troops to charge and rescue. However, how could Camus, who arranged all this, do what they wanted?

The meat-like ogre army formed a thick wall, and the barbarian warriors in the rear frantically threw flying axes, javelins and other long-range means. Any lion scorpion knight who tried to cross the line of defense would be torn to pieces in the blink of an eye.

"Moyan, get out, let's fight one-on-one." Prince Yeren roared angrily.

"Hehe~" Wang Yan's mocking voice spread throughout the battlefield, "Yeren boy, do you think this son of God is as stupid as you? You are just the son of a mere big demon king, what qualifications do you have to fight this son of God?"

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