Chapter 250: Deadly Dawn (20)

Desaikra turned around and happened to meet a third enemy.
　　 The assault fighter swooped at him, and Ventanus noticed that the Son of Dawn's shoulder armor was covered with a horrible pattern, and other parts of the armor were inscribed with countless unknown symbols. This was the emblem of the madman.
　　 He blocked the sword with a short spear in his hand, sparks flew, and his huge two-handed crystal sword nibbled at the metal pole of the short spear in a sizzle.
　　Forcibly pushed each other away, Desaikla resisted the two subsequent attacks, and then a spear penetrated the opponent's belly.
　　 The spearhead missed the spine and penetrated from the left side of the waist of the son of dawn.
　　 Desaikra tried to pull out the short spear, but it stuck, and his opponent survived.
　　 He brandished a sword and slashed towards Desaikla. Desaikla had to avoid the sword that whispered across his face. He was forced to let go of his weapon and left it in the monster's body.
　　 Son of Dawn swooped at him, determined to make the duel.
　　He held the huge crystal sword in his hands and swept left and right, intending to solve the already unarmed wizard, an imperial man came to cover Desaikra, but was split in half in a whirl of blood.
　　While the opponent's sword was still biting the loyal emperor, Desaikra leaped towards the enemy and knocked him to the ground empty-handed.
　　Desaikra pressed the right arm of the Son of Dawn, preventing him from swinging his sword sharply, and then slammed into the enemy's head continuously.
　　 His fist burned with a deadly witchfire. After the third punch, the opponent's skull began to dent slightly, and the pale skin was burned like a dirty, greasy rag.
　　 Son of Dawn roared and flew Desaikra out.
　　Desaikla let himself be pushed away, he had re-held the metal rod of the short spear.
　　 He took the spear out and took out the internal organs.
　　 The son of Dawn stumbled a few steps and finally fell to the ground.
　　 The imperial soldier who was flung to the wall was not dead. He had blood on his head. He stood up and flicked off his damaged helmet, picked up a pistol, and shot behind Desaikla.
　　 The fourth son of Dawn is rampaging between the imperial team and the wizard servants.
　　 The left Scarab Guard and some other soldiers regrouped their defenses. They used several heavy machine guns to set fire, and tore the son of dawn into pieces.
Desaikra heard Zelas chanting tactical orders to gather defense and repel the assault troops. They were still holding on, but the front was already crumbling. Hundreds of rebels and the son of dawn had stepped on the last turn of the ladder, some even Coming up the steep slope.
　　 The defenders on the wall cannot fire from this angle.
　　 At this moment, the firepower pouring into the gate and the wall was extremely powerful. The bullet rain had caused a lot of casualties, and even the gravel splashed by the bullet on the wall was deadly.
　　 "I just received a signal."
　　Jacqueline's voice overshadowed the battlefield and passed to Zelas's brain.
　　 "What is it?"
　　 "He calls himself a shadow."
"ask him."
　　Zelas flashed a person in his head, but he was not sure.
　　 "Ask him how many thumbs he has!"
　　 "The other party answers"
　　Jacqueline's voice was silent for a moment, then said with a smile:
　　 "It's nine, and one is on the mouse clip."
　　Zeras took a deep breath and twisted the four toes of his left foot a few times.
　　 "Send him the coordinates and tell him to hurry up, time is not on our side."
　　17:10, 6:59:22
The assault corps commanded by the Flesh Lord launched a third offensive to the Purple Palace.
Nutans, Serraton and Samuel and all others together maintained the defense and guarded the gates and bridges. However, the majestic bridges of the past had been gnawed by gunfire. The second wave of attack almost broke through the gates and will They pushed back into the inner courtyard, but the fierce counterattack firepower of MacArthur's hunting squad finally turned the tide.
　　Nutans understands that the third wave of offensive will surely become the key.
He has been able to see that the endless rebels are rushing towards the gate where the two sides have fought for a long time, and the other group is detouring to the south to bypass the defense line and attack, their intention must be to the artillery positions outside the Purple Palace Launch a raid.
　　The emperor is determined to fight to the end. Although everyone knows that the defense line will eventually collapse, this is foreseeable and unavoidable. This is related to the number. This is a very realistic possibility of actual combat.
　　 But the emperor still had a glimmer of hope, and he looked forward to the news from outside, expecting his army to arrive here before it was too late.
　　 The offensive is coming, many signs have emerged, and the chanting has become so loud that Nutans feels that the vibration of that sound and the common breathing of countless people are enough to disperse the dense fog.
　　The enemy used rockets, mortars and medium artillery to launch more violent bombardments on the outer wall of the Purple Palace. The shells made holes in the ancient high walls or fell into the courtyard to let the animals raised by the palace scatter.
Silas reported that he heard the sound of giant machinery in the thick fog, which means that part of the shelling came from the enemy’s cursed odious monsters. Only Nutans heard nothing. He has been in a fierce battle situation. In the middle, hearing has been dulled by the roar of the battlefield.
　　 Son of Dawn roared to the ground. Their bodies spouted screaming blue flames, the rebel charge stepped on the roadblocks on the bridge, and part of the arch exploded violently, collapsing in the flying dust and gravel.
　　 The defenders are ready to meet the shock.
　　 "It really doesn't stop people!"
　　 Silas cursed, his golden hair covered with blood.
　　 A flesh messenger emerged from the thick fog outside the trench and turned the muzzle to the gate and the western wall. The huge body was surrounded by countless distortions parasitized by the crystal.
　　Parasitic, Nutans described those things as such, because he really couldn't find any more suitable words.
Because those twisted people were harmless civilians not long ago, what the arcanist did to them, or to the entire city, anyway, those who died all climbed up, carrying strange crystal clusters , The zombies resurrected by the Necronomicon, but more terrible than that.
The flesh messenger is armed with a super-caliber siege weapon. It has fired before. The live ammunition fired is not as violent as the crystal weapon, but it is also deadly. Its side baffle and armor are painted with pyramids with eyes The pattern and the blockbuster look like something that distorts the text~EbookFREE.me~ Everyone understands that the balance of battle finally leaned heavily towards the arcanist.
　　 Close combat is about to begin, and they may not have time to worry about the monster.
　　 "For dawn! For eternity!"
　　 The body has begun to appear crystal rebels, wildly crossed the firepower of the defenders, throwing behind a large body of dead bodies, all the way crashing into the already defensive line.
Silas took a trick in the shoulder, and a bullet with no long eyes collapsed on his shoulder armor, but fortunately failed to bite through the armor and hit the flesh below, but the damage remained and affected his arm. activity.
　　 He tried to remedy, but he lost his balance, a rebel leader rushed up with an axe, and he fell involuntarily to the side.
　　 Therefore, he failed to avoid the attack on his chest.
　　 The wound was bloody, and the ferocious force knocked him down to the ground, as if the entire axe blade was buried in his chest.
　　 In fact, his breastplate absorbed fatal damage, but his flesh and blood were also cut, and the wound would bleed a lot before the guard's strengthened physique allowed the blood to clot.
　　Nutans rushed over and punched the traitor's head from the side with his fist, smashing the helmet like a tin foil box containing rations.
　　 Samuel dragged Silas up, and he took a moment to pull the axe out of the opponent's armor.
　　Nutans killed his opponent, and his anger directed his blade. He used the long sword hole to wear the helmet of the rebel leader and cut down the right half.
　　 The rebel army, which exuded crystal clusters on both shoulders, fell to the ground and his head cut was just like an anatomical example.
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