Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Vol 2 Chapter 342: : The Demon of the Demons, the God of the Gods (16)

The violent explosion shocked the sky and the earth, and the terrifying flames rushed into the sky!

The spark of fire, after touching the black oil on the deck, almost instantly turned the entire giant ship into a sea of ​​flames! Almost the sky was rendered into the color of flames. Hundreds of mud evil spirits wailed in the sea of ​​fire, and gradually collapsed and disintegrated. The remaining soldiers were also in the flames. The water in the body was evaporated and twisted. Solidified into a scorched corpse.

Hundreds of shattered wooden boards that burned violently, under the impact of the violent explosion, looked like a bright and beautiful firework, dragging a thick and choking dark tail smoke, evenly splashing in all directions, in the air, Howling leaving scars of terrible flames.

The countless black oil burning with raging fire is better like a strip of dark giant pythons entwined with thousands of flames, wriggling, twisting their sticky bodies, overflowing the broken deck, and falling into the sea along the hull, with With its extremely low density, floating above the rough sea, burning blazingly, and, along with the waves, spread to all sides of the battlefield.

After investing eight tenths of the Golden Fleet, Sasanian Persian succeeded in restricting the enemy’s actions by relying on the horrible chill of the ice demon, and split the entire two legions of professional soldiers into one single lone boat. , Are small units that are still fighting against the trapped beasts, but they can eliminate them one by one by relying on the flying army composed of a large number of demons and horns.

After completing the mission, the Golden Fleet even vacated seven ships. Under the command of the captain, fourteen apprentices of wizards and even sailors came to the fore and aft of the ship.

Coolie desperately rotated the noose of the trebuchet and lowered the lever arm to the lowest level. The sailor immediately placed the boulders wrapped in dead branches and fallen leaves and flammable linen on the trebuchet. After the half demons lit them, The mages took the lead in displaying an enemy fighter to help their colleagues adjust the trajectory, and then they loosened the tightest flexible noose together!

Accompanied by the terrifying screams, boulders engulfed in burning flames whizzed across the battlefield and smashed into the battleships of the empire with precision!

At the same time, a burly horned devil whose head is bulging like a hill and covered with a layer of pitch-black scaly scales is as hideous as a dragon, but stands upright like a human, with pairs of dark fleshy wings. Obscured the blue sky. In their sharp dragon claws, and the terrible dragon kiss, there are clusters of crazy burning **** flames.

One after another, blazing fireballs with hatred and killing intent, roared across the twisted sky, and burst apart on the galleys with double-headed eagle flags, PX flags, and legionary battle flags! It turned into a turbulent piece, and the churning fire burned the clouds.

Countless naked women with enchanting postures are fluttering with a pair of pink fleshy wings, bows in their hands, accompanied by the burning flames of hell, exuding suffocating smoke of death, they bend their bows in a burst of laughter With arrows, toward the infantry of the empire, pour down the rain of fire and arrows in the sky.

The erect ice worm, encased in icy armor outside of the bloated flesh and blood, also released devastating and terrifying spells at the warship. There are also all kinds of strange and evil-looking blasphemous demons, shouting the name of the Lord of the Nine Hells, like a never-tiring killing machine, severely impacting the fragile defense of the battleship.

A warship can only carry two centurion soldiers at most. In the face of the overwhelming strength of the purgatory group demon, there is no suspense about the victory or defeat. Every centurion, before the fall of the warship, He resolutely lit the oil drum full of Greek fire, accompanied by his own warship, and turned into eternal burning flames on the sea.

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The ammunition ran out and the howling man and horse with few spell slots left. Under the leadership of the warchief, among the panicked demons, they smashed a dripping blood path, with thousands of dead souls entwined all over their bodies, as if standing in shock Lord Gredinian above the waves of fear, just looking at it will make people lose their will to fight in fear.

"tread--"

Painhurs dissipated the halo of horror, and the creepy banshee screamed to an abrupt end. The horses flew on top of the largest battleship nearby, seeking shelter from the Empire, and after a closer look, they found that The opponent was actually his old acquaintance: the general of the first battalion of the 30th Urpius Army: Quintuchus.

"Warchief? You came just right."

Quintuchus waved his hand, and a mage in a white robe flashed out of the crowd, facing the pale sorcerer, and stretched out his left hand.

"Transportation? What do you mean?"

Painhurs quickly recognized the opponent's gestures and spells, and stepped back vigilantly.

"It doesn't mean anything. If this war continues, we will be wiped out."

The imperial general spoke lightly in a cold tone without any emotion.

"So, now that the legion commander is seriously injured and unconscious, I, as the master of the 30th Urpius Legion, start a backup plan: with the army mage, I will send the most valuable people back to the hinterland of the empire - if time If enough, there will probably be hundreds of people who will be saved as a result.

As for you, Warchief, you are very lucky, because in my opinion, you are valuable and should be transported back to a safe place to continue fighting for the empire. However, other people can't do it. Many army wizards can't send away a large monster weighing a ton. "

"What a joke! You let me abandon my people here and wait for death? You are free to return to a safe place? Why do you decide the life and death of others, and what right do you have to do!"

Pain Hess excitedly bypassed the white-robed mage, grabbed Quintuchus by the collar, lifted it hard, and directly pulled his feet off the deck. Last year, this Roman general was cruel and merciless. The poignant picture of abandoning his Eastern Gothic ally, his army mage Herniwell, leaving the battlefield alone by boat, once again came to the mind of the warchief.

Only this time, the drow and the Gothic people, who were crying desperately on the shore, have become hundreds of compatriots.

"Let go of me, Painhurs."

Quintuchus's cold voice still lacked any emotional color.

"Of course I have the right! The legion commander is unconscious, and the 30th Urpius Legion is now under my control! As for the selection criteria? Naturally, the strong first is the priority! I and the general commander are sent away and sent. Some people, to **** the storm giant, the tauren, and the leader of the harpy to send home.

As long as the legion commander is alive, the generals and the centurion are still alive, sooner or later, my legion can be regrouped! ! ! "

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