Volume 7 Server Merge Chapter 2 The Final Moment
The collapse of a section of the city wall triggered a chain reaction that was unfavorable to us: more enemies poured into the city, attacking the city defense lines more and more frantically, forcing our army to retreat step by step; finally, the flag of the Continental United Army on a city wall tower was pulled up and replaced with a black nine-star flag of the Doomsday Empire that symbolized terror and destruction, which symbolized that our enemies had completely occupied a section of the city wall; not long after, the flags on the second and third towers were also replaced, and the city wall that fell into the enemy's hands became wider and wider, and soon, we only had four or five sections of the city wall near the city gate to defend, and it seemed that we could not hold on for much longer.
At this moment, a uniquely shaped giant battering ram was pushed out from the array of the Doomsday Empire Army. This was a wooden siege machine, with wheels arranged underneath and covered with a thick layer of leather armor. Hundreds of strong demons hid under the armor and pushed it slowly forward. An extremely thick log was fixed on the car as a battering ram, and the end facing us had been hollowed into a point. I don't know where they got such a huge piece of wood, it looks like it was once a tree of life that supported an elven city - only this kind of elven tree rich in huge magic and vigorous life force can grow so tall.
The city wall fell. Although the battering ram was slow, it still managed to get close to the city gate without the threat of the trebuchet. The huge hammer hit the city gate, making a dull sound. Each sound was like the sound of a death knell, hitting our hearts. Although the gate of the Dark Cloud Fortress was strong, it could hardly withstand such a huge impact. Each impact would cause it to lose hundreds of points of durability. In a quarter of an hour at most, our city gate would be breached.
Many people tried to attack this ram, hoping that it could be destroyed before the city gate fell like the siege vehicles before. However, this was impossible. This ram was hopelessly strong. Not only was its defense incredibly high, but the green line representing its durability was also endless. A few thousand points of damage was insignificant to it. If you didn't observe carefully enough, you could hardly see the difference. This was simply an indestructible war machine. We were completely powerless against it.
Originally, the balance of victory had already begun to tilt towards our enemies, and this ramming car was like a heavy weight placed on the pallet of the Doomsday Imperial Army, accelerating our defeat.
In contrast to our worrying battle situation, in this battle filled with blood and death, I was always active on the battlefield with my extraordinary bravery, creating a brilliant record that even shocked myself. Unknowingly, more than 20 Apocalypse Empire mercenaries have died under my sword, and I have killed as many as 50 ordinary native soldiers, and this number is still increasing. In fact, the frenzy of the battle has long made me lose the ability to make calm judgments. I can't remember how many lives have been lost in my hands. It was Feiyin who reminded me that my killing record would be recorded in the "Battlefield Achievements" column of the magic notebook.
Unlike the hard struggles of my comrades, except for the first enemy I fought, the Sky Wanderer and the vampire assassin Snake Rain Fairy, who put me in danger, no other enemy really caused me trouble. The reason for this is very simple. It has profoundly affected this bloody battle from the beginning and saved my life at a critical moment. That is "Ka" - a huge curse that is inexplicable and seems to be omnipresent.
For a level 45 warrior like me, those native soldiers who are less than level 40 are nothing to worry about. If necessary, I can kill six, seven or even more of them alone. My real opponents should be those sky-related mercenaries who are also over level 40 and have successfully changed their jobs. Only they have enough power to threaten my safety, so I need to be careful.
However, "stuck", this extremely wide-ranging negative state-affecting magic destroyed them all. On the city wall, all the airborne people - not only the enemy's, but also ours - were now in a hysterical frenzy. Sometimes they stood still, unable to move at all no matter how loudly they yelled and cursed; sometimes they drifted dozens of steps away in an instant - some people simply moved directly to the bottom of the city wall and turned into meat patties of varying sizes. Moreover, this terrible situation seemed to be getting worse and worse, as if the more people piled up on the city wall, the more "stuck" they were, and the longer they were stiff.
In my opinion, these stuck spacewalkers are much easier to deal with than those fragile native soldiers. Although those soldiers are of lower level, at least they can fight, fight back and dodge. If they gather in large numbers, I still need to spend some time to deal with them. But many times, these spacewalkers are as obedient as human targets, letting you pierce them into sieves with your swords, never struggling, not even crying out in pain, let alone fighting back. I even feel that I am no longer fighting. I am like a farmer harvesting in his own field. The only difference between me and them is that they are harvesting the grains they sow, while I am harvesting lives - other people's lives.
This harvest was sometimes interrupted by some unexpected episodes. For example, when I came to a necromancer, curiosity made me put down the butcher knife in my hand and take a closer look. The reason I did this was just because I wanted to find out whether this person who was theoretically dead was a man or a woman. His body was wrapped in a "grandmaster robe" that could be worn by both men and women. Under this light blue magic robe, there was a pile of smooth skeletons. All muscles and soft tissues had completely decayed. The hair on the skull was wild and messy, probably just above the shoulders: it was common for both men and women to have such long hair. Before she overcame the "stuck" state and made a sound, it was really difficult for me to determine her gender.
Later, it was her fingers that solved my confusion, and I concluded that this was a female ghost. She used the juice of some plant to dye the three remaining nails on her left hand pink, and also painted a few pink flowers on them with dye, and even pasted some shiny cheap mineral fragments on them as decorations. I simply couldn't understand, for a skeleton with only bones left on her body, who would care about the color of her few remaining nails. I'm afraid only women would waste so much energy on such meaningless decorations - no matter what race she was, or even whether she was still alive.
What embarrassed me was that at the last moment, this undead female magician, who was barely pieced together with bones, briefly got rid of the influence of "stuck" and was able to move a little. You know, just now in order to identify her gender, I couldn't help but curiously lift her robe - I swear by the glory of the Supreme God, I really didn't see anything except a pile of bones - she seemed to have just noticed this, screamed "ah" with a piercing noise, and then subconsciously grabbed the two ends of her robe and wrapped it tightly around her body, as if she was afraid that I would molest her, and even this last rare chance to make amends was completely abandoned, and then she was directly "stuck" into a petrified state again.
Who the hell wants to see it? Is a pile of rotten bones beautiful? If it weren't for curiosity, I wouldn't even look at this body that has no "figure" to speak of, even if I was invited.
I guess this is a person who has just become a dead ghost. She seems to have not been able to change her role well, and still retains some subconscious reactions as a human. Hasn't she realized that she is just a pile of bones? No matter how beastly and shameless I am... Hey, who can do anything to a pile of bones?
...Um... that... well, I really can't deceive myself. I must admit that the above words are just excuses for me to comfort myself. No matter what, lifting a woman's clothes in public and exposing her body - or whether she has a body to expose - is not something that can bring me glory. I can't help but blush, feel flustered, and a deep sense of sin surges in my heart. In order to avoid embarrassment and slightly alleviate the guilt in my heart...
...I quickly killed the necromancer, sent her soul back to where she came from, and then hastily dug out a dozen copper coins from her body - until she fell to the ground and died, she was still holding on to her robe tightly, wrapping her body tightly, like a chaste saint described in the scriptures - and then fled from here in a hurry. Just looking at my expression at the time, I'm afraid no one would believe that I killed her, but it seemed like she defeated me.
I hope she will forget this little unpleasantness in the cycle of death and reincarnation, and that her soul can rest in peace soon. Most importantly, I hope she didn't see my name clearly in her panic just now - may the Supreme God bless this! I prayed devoutly in my heart while quickly fleeing the scene.
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No matter what, relying on my heroic performance alone, I was ultimately unable to resist the attack of tens of thousands of enemies. No matter how hard I fought, the overall defeat of the entire front was irreparable. Just as the sky cleared, the drizzle stopped, the red sun set in the west, and completely sank into the endless mountains of the Uzig Mountains, and the blood-red clouds in the sky began to be swallowed up bit by bit by the gloomy night, the enemy's huge ramming car successfully completed its mission and knocked open the huge gate of the Dark Cloud Fortress. Ten minutes later, the last Continental Union Army flag planted on the gate tower was also lowered and replaced with the enemy's flag.
The city gate fell, and the entire wall fell into the hands of the enemy. This means that our Skywalkers will not be able to resurrect in the cemetery area near the city wall, and all reborn souls can only gather in the cemetery in the inner city.
The situation was hopeless, and we had to reluctantly abandon the city wall and retreat into the inner city. This was the limit of our retreat. Colonel Rayleigh was standing in the command post on the inner city tower. If he was defeated and killed here, we would also lose the battle.
Our enemies did not stop for a moment, and rushed up to us, like a surging steel tide, hitting the walls of the inner city. There was nothing that could stop them. In the battle for the outer city, our garrison had been annihilated. Now, only two thousand colonels of the Guards were left fighting side by side with us. They were all soldiers of level 42 or 43, and their quality was much higher than that of the previous garrison soldiers. However, with their strength alone, it was impossible to fight against enemies that were dozens of times their number. Those mercenaries who were involved in the air had become the main force on the battlefield. They were scattered on the walls of the inner city, fighting desperately with the enemies who kept climbing up, just to make this defeat come later.
Perhaps because the number of people in the inner city has been greatly reduced, the "stuck" situation of the airborne fighters has been greatly alleviated, and many people can now exert their own strength and fight more freely. Although sometimes they will inevitably be stiff for a moment, compared with the previous dilemma of being unable to move, they can now almost be said to be in heaven.
It was not until the end of the battle that its true brutality was revealed.
Some people might think that the scene of thousands of dull and rigid native soldiers waving their weapons fanatically and roughly, hitting each other with the most primitive and brutal force, and causing deaths in large numbers is spectacular and bloody enough. However, only when you see it with your own eyes will you understand that compared with the killing between the air travelers, such clumsy and stupid fighting is not a "battle" at all.
Compared to soldiers who can only fight with all their might, the Skywalkers are better at selecting opponents, tactics, timing and using their skills. They are not limited to frontal combat, sometimes they will attack in a planned way, and sometimes they will retreat selectively. Their rich creativity allows them to fully display their combat skills, and every bit of magic or fighting spirit is efficiently transformed into lethality, falling on the heads of their opponents. Equipment, traps, tricks... They have exhausted all available means of combat. In their hands, the ugly fight has almost become a wonderful art performance, creating many unexpected killing situations:
A demon warlock had just rushed into the inner city. Before he could summon a spell, three assassins surrounded him. The bright daggers and short swords reflected the demon warlock's desperate expression. Under the siege of these professional killers, he didn't even have a chance to breathe. His life was decreasing at a very high speed, and the layers of blood splashing from his body could hardly keep up with the speed of the assassins swinging their weapons.
Five seconds, only five seconds at most, and a life ceased to exist. This was the longest five seconds I had ever experienced. Before this, I could never imagine that this fleeting moment was enough to turn a living being into a cold corpse.
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A dwarf shadow thief lured his opponent, a troll magician, into a trap he had set. The troll was frozen stiff and slowed down by a ray of ice. Just as the dwarf wanted to take advantage of his opponent's inconvenience to rush over and kill him, the troll magician used a "teleportation" to easily get rid of the entanglement of the trap, not only saving his life, but also pulling away from his opponent, successfully reversing his disadvantage and killing the dwarf shadow thief with a "ball lightning".
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A human bard and a dark elf druid were fighting each other. The bard kept changing the tools in his hands. Dagger, six-string guitar, tambourine, organ, trumpet, dagger... He had almost brought the bard's keen observation and adaptability to the peak. Various musical instruments and weapons were skillfully moving in his hands like a revolving lantern, more like performing a juggling show than fighting. Various war songs came out of his instruments and mouth, not only making him more flexible and powerful, making the opponent in front of him dull and weak, but also affecting all the friendly and enemy forces around him, doing his best to gain a slight advantage for his comrades.
The dark elf druid, on the other hand, showed a flexible fighting style. As the effect of the war song sung by the bard changed, he kept changing his form, trying to reduce the adverse effects of the enemy's war song on himself. When the bard played the "Fragile Melody", he would turn into a huge black bear, using his strong physique to increase his upper limit of vitality; when the bard sang the "Song of Steel" to enhance his defense, he would turn into an agile tiger to increase his attack power; and when attacked by the "Binding Music of Shackles", the druid would not hesitate to change back to the elf form, keep a distance, use some magic of the natural spectrum to fight, and at the same time restore his lost vitality.
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Yes, this is the battle between those involved in the sky. Countless possibilities collide with each other, making each life-and-death struggle full of unknown variables. It is difficult to predict when a battle will end. Sometimes it may last for a long time, and sometimes it will end in an instant.
No matter how hard we fought, we could no longer reverse the situation. The enemy's absolute numerical advantage overwhelmed us without a doubt, eroding our defense line bit by bit and forcing us back step by step. When their front crossed the last section of the inner city wall and headed straight for our headquarters, an impassioned voice suddenly came from behind us, echoing in our ears:
"Today, we are fighting side by side here, not for victory, but to find a destination of freedom and dignity for life. Warriors, follow me, use our souls to ignite the fighting spirit of the Falvi Continent!"
Following this inspiring shout, Colonel Rayleigh appeared beside us. This level 60 Paladin held a huge golden tower shield in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand, striding towards the surging crowd that was attacking him.
This battle has reached its final moment!
