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Chapter 4 The Final Battle

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"Get war!"

After the imperial emperor's order was issued, countless iron cross artillery teams drove to designated areas.

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Hundreds of thousands of shells of various caliber swept through the vast area occupied by several fortifications outside the Elf Temple in nine days.

The day before, as soon as the fierce artillery fire was first covered, the high elves gave up the first magnificent fortification defense, leaving only a part of the surveillance whistle.

A few days later, they gave up the second tower blockade and moved to the third defense.

On the tenth night, the Imperial Cross Infantry Force of the Imperial Team finally began to attack. There is no doubt that in order to prevent the perverted combat skills and shooting skills of the high elves, hundreds of thousands of Imperial Cross Infantry wearing gas masks were constantly advancing with the white sarin gas.

The whistling shells dragged long light to break through the darkness, and the bullets could radiate from every white direction. However, the Iron Cross Black Death holding the Mauser rifle had entered the outer streets of the Elf Temple, but there was no sharp-eared elves, with strong silence, especially in the loud noise of the cannons on their backs drowning everything, which was very terrifying.

Boom———

Suddenly, the obstacles that blocked the Iron Cross soldiers collapsed suddenly, and the fortifications were collapsing. The inner city of the Elf Temple was completely exposed, and a large piece of building fragments fell from the dispersed air, burning like a candle, dragging the trajectory of flames and making close contact with the ground. Finally, in the air, the sound of explosions like a string of firecrackers in the distance suddenly roared.

Can you imagine? Countless high-elf warriors with halos on their heads, wielding their great swords, hitting them all. Just like they were hit in water, it could only stir up a ripples visible to the naked eye.

These elves who suddenly appeared in front of them used the elves fighting swords in their hands to smash the heads of the iron cross infantry, as if they were drawing with blood. The heads under the gorgeous elves' armor that never lowered were as if they were hope, pride, and flags of all elves!

A cold light flashed, but another sword was slashed. At that moment, the first Iron Crusader who broke into the Elf Temple, his eyes staring at the sky, did not close after all. The young Iron Crusader fell under the curved blade of the Elf Warrior. He held the assault rifle in his left hand and a grenade with a unscrewed cover in his right hand. Blood flowed out from his chest. The moment before he was determined to die with the Elf Warrior who killed himself, the Iron Cross hanging on his chest looked extremely solemn and sacred against the sunlight and smoke.

However, the shocking scene, after the explosion of the grenade, only caused the opponent to lose one left arm, but did not cause the most fatal damage.

The tens of thousands of elves who blessed the halo raised the arc-shaped sword in their hands, and the forked elves flags and holy sounds blowing in the wind. Each brigade formed a column. The actions were consistent, just like a person.

The cold light flashed violently, and the arc-shaped sword in the hands of the elite elf warrior was as accurate as the invincible Death Blade that only the God of Death could possess.

They crossed the ruins, jumped out from behind the collapsed buildings, and then went deep into the dangerous land filled with poisonous gas from the sand forest, and disappeared into the 'white mist'.

Then he passed through the area covered by poison gas. He appeared at the other end of the Iron Cross Infantry bayonet, and was always densely formed, approaching each other, immediately behind and behind, ignoring the bullets that rushed towards them like hornets' nests, and used the arc-shaped war sword in his hand to split the Iron Cross Infantry's body and dry their blood.

The elite legion of the High Elves, the core force that the High Elves King ruled the fairyland.

They raised their swords and jumped, tidy, brave and calm. At the moment when the sound of gunfire was occasionally interrupted, Lei Zhentian, who was far away from the temple, could even hear the unified sound of the army stepping on the ground.

"The poison gas attack is invalid, the bullet attack is invalid. These cunning pointed-eared creatures are best able to withstand the bombardment of cannons!"

After the commanding tone of the head of the empire Lei Zhentian, the artillery fire was dazzling. From behind the burning tree stumps of the green elves forest, from behind the rolling sand slopes, the continuous dense mortar petals rushed out with the light of fire, shaking the sky and rushing towards the sky, floating in the air... Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang, occasionally with the sound of volleys of individual artillery battalions, the rumbling sound of shaking the sky and the earth crawled forward, getting closer and closer, filling the ground of the elves densely packed in the distance.

... Dadadadadadada—The Iron Cross soldier's machine gun was firing wildly, no matter how small the effect was, there was no sign of stopping.

The war is so cruel. Before the 100,000 Iron Crusade, 30,000 people were ruthlessly covered by their own artillery fire.

"I hope that sacrificing these 30,000 soldiers can help the Emperor's Regiment get back to its disadvantage!" Every Iron Cross General was so eager.

The artillery fire that lasted for five minutes passed, and through the gap between the sarin poison gas and the smoke, two elves composed of thousands of people were like two monsters with steel and iron bones, irresistible through the death zone, like a divine beast passing through the rising battle clouds. … The two groups of people seemed to have turned into two monsters that were winding across, and each of them had only one heart.

Each team and each shoulder winds and stretches, like a link of a creeping animal.

Lao Lei's pupils contracted sharply, and he could even find them through the gaps in the smoke at any time.

Countless elves battle helmets, roars, roars of battle, arc-shaped bloody blades, and rushing among cannons and drum music. The sound is fierce and orderly. The one on the upper level is the hollow breastplate like dragon scales.

Although the fierce artillery fire caused casualties to the elves, it did not crush the unstoppable attack. It can be seen that the halo above the elves had an unimaginable protective power. And Lei Zhentian's will and belief at this time, if he could not use artillery fire to destroy the enemy's breastplate, he would pick up the battle knife and send it to the enemy with despair, and the uneasiness and heat of blood flying.

"Summon———Saint Crown Armor!"

"Summon———Spartan Blade!"

"Summon———Shield of Destruction!"

The sharp blade dragged down the ground and drew a striking and hideous gully. In a rage, Lao Lei took off his heavy boots and stepped on a squirming dust, charging forward. Following him were hundreds of dark Templars who were following Lao Lei's body at all times, and they immediately pressed them all over.

Behind the Dark Templar is more than 200,000 Black Hawks Legion supervised by Bellinger himself.

Amid the roar of bullets and artillery fire, the eight-star brutal attribute Lei Zhentian charged forward, behind him were countless imperial warriors following in triangles. The blood of the blood vessels continued to heat until it was boiling. The desire for blood and killing in the brutal attribute made Lao Lei's eyes emit a terrifying blood light. He moved his heavy boots faster and faster, and gradually broke away from the army behind him. As he continued to speed forward, Lao Lei felt as happy as a festival.

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In the area in front of the white coast, the golden beach, the sand on the beach actually has the same color as gold, not like the reflection of sunlight at all. The real gold sand can make any ordinary human crazy, but the status of gold in the fairyland is just a pile of useless dirt.

This is the legendary eternal land, the land of immortality, and the land of blessedness!

When he arrived at the overseas fairyland for the second time, he led a group of 500,000 emperors. Lao Lei was in a very different mood from before.

But the scenery that fell in his eyes did not change much from before. Under the blue sky, the air was very fresh. The scenery on the distant coast was almost intoxicating.

White and tender mushrooms have the height of trees. The magical soil can produce pumpkins as big as houses and various unimaginable rich products.

"This kind of visual misunderstanding is like entering a giant country...even the grass has the height of one person."

In the overseas fairyland, the red soil under your feet seems to have a magical power. It can grow unimaginable giant products.

When I first came to the overseas fairyland, Lao Lei thought more than once,... If there was such a land as logistics, why not worry about opening up a great empire territory."

He squatted down again, grabbed a handful of red soil under his feet, and took a deep breath. What Lao Lei could smell was no longer a thick, fragrant smell, and a magical smell mixed with.

With the eight-star cruel attributes added, what Lao Lei could smell was a faint smell of blood and the smell of the upcoming corpse rotting.

"...What a tempting land, what a magical land. Soldiers, what are you waiting for? From today on, every inch of the land you capture will become the territory of the Empire of Glory!"

The vast Emperor's regiment was impatient to abandon the deck and quickly landed on the beach. On this white fairyland coast, a tight fire defense line was quickly established.

However, Lao Lei didn't even see the shadow of a high elf, which was seriously inconsistent with the elite elves' coast patrol in his impression.

"What kind of changes have happened to the high elves who are pampered and live in this period?"

At the moment of Lao Lei's suspicion, several familiar figures appeared from the grass in the distance.

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