Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Damn it, this azure blue flame is not fire!"

Painhurs subconsciously opened up a protective flame barrier full of flame totems, but it didn't play any role. It was completely swallowed by the whistling blue anger. The flames filled with arcane power were like tarsals. The maggots generally burned their six limbs and hundreds of skeletons-the last time I was hurt so badly, when I was fighting the green dragon.

This thing is not so much the natural flame of arcane transformation, as it is the pure arcane energy directly ignited by some unpredictable means, or a burning form of arcane! Ordinary water and sand cannot be extinguished at all, and can only be suppressed with the same magical energy.

"Roar!!!"

Accompanied by blood-solidifying roars, the warchief, the pale warrior, and the archdruid trampled on the corpse of the company that was completely destroyed by the Austrian fire, took their most elite soldiers, and screamed out the blossoms. The fire cloud danced with blue flames and black smoke, like a group of evil spirits, roared out of the abyss of hell!

"The whole army charge! Destroy that cannon!"

Painhurs held up his spear and chanted the eerie necromantic spell. At this moment, he couldn't care about saving spell slots. His pale and handsome face was instantly covered with a layer of arcane-structured bone mask. The vast arcane torrent instantly transformed into a sea of ​​ghosts, spreading around him. Come!

The sound of heavy horseshoes shook the sky, and the ghostly howling sound was confusing!

The elves' eyes widened in horror. Around the **** white horse, suddenly hundreds of horrible ghosts appeared—all in the shape of half-human and half-horse!

Some of them were full of arrows, and some of them lost half of their heads. The ghostly blood and brains were still dripping downwards. Some armors and flesh and blood were burned by the flames, fused and solidified indiscriminately, and even more, a huge transparent hole was opened in the chest! You can even see the squirming of internal organs!

The only thing they have in common is that their right hands are holding up a horrible lance that is also ghostly, and the top is tied to a death banner that symbolizes the tribe and the eight-pointed black star!

"charge!!!"

Surrounded by this army of dead men, the warchief raised his lance and rushed directly to Peturabo's second defense. The hundreds of hideous and terrifying dead souls also stepped away from their illusions. The horse hooves, the lance embroidered with eight-pointed black stars, all densely lifted forward, surrounded by his own king, and launched a terrible charge like a mountain and a sea!

They are already decayed, and from the dead throat, there is a horrifying scream of death! ! !

Six Rings Necromancer · Horror Halo

Faced with the cavalry charge, it was a great test of the infantry's psychological quality, not to mention the half-man and half-horse monster cavalry, let alone a group of ghost cavalry who had died long ago and looked terrifying!

The invisible fear instantly caused them to sweat their heads and tremble their hands and feet, and the pale white horse with the bone mask was as scary as a nightmare! Just assault, they can implant pure fear into the depths of their hearts! The tortoise-shell formation like a copper wall and an iron wall instantly disintegrated from the inside, and a large number of elven soldiers, like a frightened child, fled in all directions, crying and crying!

"Sizzle!!!"

The warchief relentlessly pierced the back of a heavy armored spearman, and with his arms fiercely, he directly raised the lance with a corpse hanging high! The dripping blood, like a rainstorm, fell from the tip of the gun, covering the pale warlock with a coat of hell, and the broken corpse of the elf, like a banner of death, fluttered in the wind on Painhurs' lance! Those elves who did not choose to escape, faced the pale nightmare, their legs were weak at the moment, and they were sitting on the ground, or simply ran away. They felt that they were fighting fear itself!

At the same time, those dead souls composed purely of arcane energy also armed with lances, howling, roaring, roaring, and striding across the sky and shaking the ground, smashing through the tortoise shell formation of the elves! They were the souls of the dead, and they passed directly through the shield, armor, and even flesh and blood bodies! Although it could not cause any harm, it caused even greater panic! ! !

The atmosphere of fear, like a plague, spread throughout the entire battle group. More and more companies collapsed and escaped like dominoes. Bleda took the hoarfrost guard, and Abhuos took the remaining withered bone druids along. The warchief hits at full speed on the torn road! Getting closer and closer to Peturabo!

"Damn! The Patriarchs of the Patriarch are here!"

The Lord of Steel gritted his teeth and moved almost all the troops on the hill to stop the charge of the horses and horses. Soon, soon, he shot the white horse directly!

"Keep going! The distance is not enough! Peturabo has set up a barrier that prohibits teleportation. I need to be at least two hundred and sixty feet away from that gun to stop it!"

Watching the priests who served as low-level officers, spontaneously gathered together to resist the charge, and even began to use courage to win the defeated army. The bards also frantically used impassioned war hymns to boost the morale of soldiers, and several battle groups waved heroic flags burning with magic flames instead of eagle flags and screamed on the front lines of the battlefield! Abruptly blocked the fear cavalry who was destroying himself!

Without the charge bonus, the centaurs were also helpless facing these elite soldiers with heavy armor and shields. Although they occupy some strength and height advantages, the opponent is by no means mediocre. With the subtle cooperation between the groups, There are so many exaggerated priests' magic arts, and they resist stubbornly.

The tribe's terrible offensive, like a gust of wind, was once again stopped by the Romans and dragged into the quagmire of hand-to-hand combat.

Painhurs was also a little panicked at this moment, that **** cannon, accompanied by the rampant roar of the Lord of Steel, once again gleamed with a looming arcane light!

"I will try my best to help you solve it!"

Abhuos, covered in blood, cut off an elf's head with a scythe, and immediately withdrew back. I saw that the Archdruid bent down his waist in pain, accompanied by an angry roar. , Bean big beads of sweat, like rain, slipped from his cyan sideburns.

That burly and huge body suddenly twisted and deformed, and the bones burst! The skin was blue-gray like a dead person, and pieces of sturdy blue scales emerged. The huge body that was expanding like a balloon instantly smashed through the surrounding Roman shield wall, and twelve dancing giant pythons roared in the wind! Using the blue snake scales that exudes a deadly chill, the tortoise formation of an entire company is torn apart!

The elves raised their heads in horror: their huge bodies covered the sky and the sun, and twelve headed snakes danced wildly. The icy chill, like dense silver needles, kept piercing his white skin! The twelve heads of the other party were smashed down like a whip, and then raised up high, each of the mouths of the blood basin bit one or two heavy armored soldiers, and the dripping blood was spilled from the air like a waterfall!

The twelve-headed snake lizard is particularly a cold subspecies!

The commander of the legion hung down twelve slender necks that opened up to the sky and the terrifying blue snake skulls, like the entrance to hell, opened to the limit. The twelve groups of terrible death fog were also in his mouth. Crazy condensation, twelve eerie and infiltrating horror roars, twelve groups of accumulated frost assault, like an avalanche, gushing out from his mouth in the blood basin! ! !

The winds of winter, howling tore through every inch of land and air on the battlefield, even biting, shredding the skin and flesh of the elves! Ice-cold blood beads danced in the air along with the flying dirt and minced meat. The terrifying wind pressure directly blew away the heavy armored front that the Romans were proud of!

Following the violent wind, Ling Ling's frost, the piercing frost, like a pale wave sweeping through the world, instantly engulfing the elves! The low temperature of death constantly deprives them of their body heat. The steel armor is condensing slices of death hoarfrost at a speed visible to the naked eye. A few seconds later, even the blood flowing in their bodies and the beating heart, It also freezes completely in the low temperature of absolute zero.

On the other side, Breda also turned into a terrifying doomsday behemoth. The violent torrent of psionic energy made him swell by two full sizes, his body has grown four times larger, and his weight has swelled twice. With the increase, it is already sixty-four times the previous one! Even the land under his feet could not bear the weight of these monsters, and began to collapse and collapse under his pale iron hoof.

The pale samurai went down with one hoof, and there were no soldiers at all, able to withstand the trampling of such power! The iron-plated shield was instantly shattered into countless pieces under heavy pressure. The spearmen protected by heavy armor, together with the ground under their feet, appeared countless dense cracks, and then turned into flesh and blood! And the sharp spear can only leave an insignificant scratch on the solid horseshoe.

Numerous abhorrent tentacles that are made of thick black mud, constantly squirming their terrifying body, also emerged from Bleda's back, frantically tearing the front of the empire!

With the help of the two, Painhurs moved forward frantically, soon, almost here! At a little closer, you might be able to stop the shelling!

"Trash! The gods are ashamed of your weakness and incompetence! Block them!!!"

The centurions once again struggled with the defeat, trying to stop the doomsday behemoth and the twelve snake lizards, like a bulldozer-like crazy offensive, but it didn't help, three hundred feet! Two hundred and ninety feet! Two hundred and eighty feet! Getting closer!

"Om—"

The giant cannon with six fierce dragon heads, once again accompanied by black smoke that obscured the sky, issued a creepy scream of death! In the metal dragon's mouth, the burning, gleaming arcane light is a thousand times more brilliant and dazzling than the eastern sunrise!

At this moment, the warchief still did not arrive at the predetermined location.

"Painhurs! Hurry up!"

At this moment of despair, Magnus, who had been hiding his figure, suddenly acted in front of him! The warchief's eyes lit up, and accompanied by a dazzling pink light, he immediately transposed the king's car, and one person exchanged positions in an instant, finally exposing the **** general cannon to the shooting range of the warchief!

The golden crown of the Nine Demons, a masterpiece of instant light, the blue arcane flames, and the temptation light of the nether powder, two turquoise decomposing rays, whizzing across the sky like meteors! At the last moment, it hit the arcane machine with extremely complicated structure!

"Sizzle—"

After being hit by the rays, countless small green cracks immediately densely covered the body of the general cannon, opening two huge cracks of three meters long, wide and high on it! The original steel body was disintegrated into wisps of flying ash in a flash by the green decomposing rays.

"bad!!!"

Peturabo's eyes widened in horror. The entire precision instrument had a large number of failures due to these two cracks, and the suppressor completely failed. Now, it is the time when the six-shot Arcane Fury is about to come out! Without the restraint of war equipment, it exploded directly on the spot!

"boom!!!"

Accompanied by the deafening thunder blast, the azure blue magic flame, accompanied by the dark thick fog, instantly burst out a group of bright and beautiful fire clouds in the same place. The terrifying impact, and the deadly high temperature, immediately ignited and detonated the other five. Arcane fire in the barrel.

And in that war machine, a legendary archmage is stored, all the arcane energy for months! For a time, the endless sound of explosions pierced the sky, and the hot blue anger rushed into the sky! The smoke produced by the explosion and combustion even initially formed the appearance of death of a mushroom cloud. The tyrannical shock wave engulfed the magic flame of arcane, spreading toward the entire hill in an overwhelming manner! combustion!

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