Chapter 349 Airborne Operations (VII)

"The Fifth Vanguard, the garrison troops are gathering."

The adjutant saluted Eno, his elf ears drooped slightly, and reported to his superior the number of troops that could reach the target location.

"Temporary call-up, a total of seven squadrons, a total of 700 people, and thirteen squadrons that received orders are coming later."

The garrison defense commander finally rushed to his position to start defending, but the number of defense troops that arrived at the location was obviously not comparable to the extremely fast-moving elf commanders.

"Please immediately assist the soldiers who arrived to build fortifications together."

Eno gave orders to the tree man closest to him, he knew that the tree people had their own way of communication.

"No problem..."

It twitched its branches, and the stretched branches still hung with green leaves.

The tree people will not shed their leaves with the change of seasons. The sleeping tree people have long been awakened from hibernation by the vibrations that continue to spread outside.

The life rooted in the earth is more sensitive to the information from the earth.

The constant vibration made them quite irritable, irritable, angry, and troubled.

"I will follow orders to stop the enemy..."

They lowered their heads and responded to the elves standing in front of them in a dull and hoarse voice.

The trees stationed here shook their bodies to build a thick temporary defense line in the square. They dug a piece of soil from the ground, solidified it, injected it with magic, and held it in their hands.

Even if they mastered some spells, throwing stones is still their most effective long-range attack method. Hundreds of kilograms of hardened rocks will be a nightmare for small and medium-sized units.

The interception troops still bought them extremely precious time to deploy defenses, using their own lives.

They have tried their best to attack the enemy command ship, and Eno got a piece of information that made him a little desperate.

There is a high-level spellcaster in the enemy army who can maintain wide-area silence.

Twenty-six war mages, eleven died in battle.

Fifteen people can't continue to fight.

The guards held their breath, holding their guns tightly against their bodies, using the buildings built around the portal as cover, quietly waiting for the enemy's attack.

They would not be so stupid as to form an infantry square to defend against the enemy after being bombed by bombs falling from the sky.

The garrison controlled the cover and pointed their weapons at the empty square.

They could rebuild the portal if it was destroyed, but they would not be able to move forward in this world unless the enemy was annihilated... If the portal was closed by the other party, they would really become rootless duckweed.

Eno looked at the ten spots of light flashing in the sky, his pupils dilated.

Is it the same bombing as outside?

But, brighter?

What is that?

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Fearless airborne soldiers.

The crusaders forged with the power of the sanctuary.

Steel dances under the soul, and war structures interwoven with divine arts and runes fall from the sky.

In order to be able to engage in the most intense battle in the first second of landing, without using parachutes and flying skills as a buffer during the landing process.

Only in the final landing stage will the speed be reduced rapidly, and the landing will be subjected to an extremely high overload.

Humans need to be protected and transformed to land directly from high altitudes, and will be seriously affected by this extremely high overload.

But the constructs do not need it. They will not lose consciousness due to overload, nor will they stagnate due to the backflow of blood and the impact of organs.

No need.

1,200 meters.

Arrived at the battlefield.

What fell was not a bomb, but an existence more terrifying than a bomb.

The silver-white construct was surrounded by white light and stood up in the wooden wreckage. It did not care about the living tree man that was destroyed by the landing.

The heavy armor shook its head, and a part of the weapon box attached to the body turned into a spear and was held in its hand.

The silver-white burning glow rose on the spear, and the hot and cold light was reflected on the ground.

They stood up from the wreckage of the arcane focuser and the corpses of the enemy, ignoring the line infantry holding magic rifles on their sides.

He walked towards the nearest arcane focuser with heavy steps, not paying attention to the line infantry beside him.

Their job was to clear the landing site.

No one wanted to stop these monsters falling from the sky.

The soldiers who could react to the airborne landing of the Skitarii were already elite, and they suppressed the idea of ​​attacking with the magic rifles in their hands.

Their lives would not be wasted on fighting against such monsters that were obviously not able to be fought with their own rifles.

The goal of the line infantry was only to fight against the enemy's infantry, nothing more.

Fighting against monster infantry was not their mission.

They silently escorted the armor that fell from the sky to their own arcane focuser with their sight, and the airborne soldiers approached the charging arcane focuser step by step under their gaze.

A human-sized slingshot hit the marching Skitarii, followed by the same heavy slingshot falling. It slightly deviated from the body to avoid the incoming boulder.

The light-colored arcane beam fell directly on the armor that was open in front of it, and was deflected and diverted.

The moment the beam hit the target, it was dispersed in another direction by the open deflection shield and fell into the surrounding soil, creating a cloud of hot dust.

The Skitarii looked at the airship in the sky, and then retracted his gaze to the front of him, and placed it on the arcane focuser that was starting to recharge for the second time not far away.

He had not participated in the battle for a long time, but he had experience as a soldier.

These cutting-edge creations still maintained the flexibility they had when they were still human beings, and did not become slow due to the increase in size and mass - and even better.

The spear was thrown.

It penetrated the prism focusing array and exploded like a gorgeous firework.

The weapon box on the other side separated, forming a new spear that was held in its hand.

As a response to the other party throwing stones at it... The spear accurately hit the center of the tree man, and the burning holy flame spread and eroded its body.

Then.

The Skitarii moved his body away to avoid the heavy club that was attacking.

A punch pierced the chest of the armored troll.

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