Chapter 260: Plunge

　　In the rain, the ruins of the palace appear even more bleak.
　　Rainwater rushed down from the broken roof, dripped onto the gorgeous mosaic tiles, and poured down the embedded steps, turning the scattered curtains and tapestries into a paralyzed shroud.
　　 He limped into the ruins, the rain hit his armor, and the vicious light of the blue sun penetrated the clouds.
　　Seroted is waiting for him.
　　 "They are here."
　　The Colonel of the Empire said so to the head of his secret guard, whom he had previously avoided.
　　 Cerotede looked into the distance.
　　 Outside the collapsed high wall, outside the ditch, outside the broken bridge, the enemy had already prepared a whole army.
They appeared silently from the rain. They did not shout. The rebels in Tsing Yi gathered in front of the trench. There were hundreds of people in each column, and behind them was the outline of the war beast and the unknown gloss of the blue-grey armor. .
　　 Behind that army, there was a bigger figure, and giant creatures with multiple arms were covered by heavy rain.
　　 This is more than Thurrott's imagination, Federtic's assault troops are tens of thousands.
"ended."
Colonel 　　 said this, and pulled out his sword very smartly the next second.
　　 has no fear in his eyes, only calm and resolute, after so many sacrifices, he still intends to pull back some traitors before he dies.
　　 "Oh, come on, just started."
　　 Serotet turned around and looked at the neatly arranged armed nuns. They weren't delicate and unarmed noble ladies. On the contrary, they were stronger than most men present.
　　The Blood Lily Sisters, the oldest female hermit group in the East Kaimeng Church, they almost never stepped out of this church and dedicated their lives to the sanctuary and the Father.
They wore sacred armor composed of chains and carved plate armour, and held heavy black caliber firearms with amazing calibers. These were the times when the Eastern and Western Kaimon Church was divided, and the Civic Temple was too late to transfer weapons from the east. They became Dongkai The sacred objects of the Mongolian Church, and most of them are preserved in the Church of St. Elena.
　　 But this is not the real purpose of the blood lily nun group, their task is to protect another thing.
　　 Boom!
　　Fedtic launched an attack.
　　 The first thing the defending soldiers tasted was a fierce bombardment launched by light artillery and large-caliber machine guns, in addition to a flesh messenger and several combat vehicles to provide fire support.
　　The rebels were deployed along the lawn outside the church, and some were deployed on the west side. The intention of these troops was to protect the wing of Federtic’s army and to block the counterattack forces that detoured from the east wing outside the main hall.
　　The barrage bombarded the road, leveled three machine gun positions, and broke up the defending front.
　　Hundreds of imperial soldiers and dozens of secret guards were killed in the artillery fire, and the destroyed roadblock burned in the rain.
　　 A flesh messenger woke up from stillness like a sleeping hound for a long time, then stepped forward to hunt, and a torrent of artillery shells poured down on it, trying to slow down its pace purely by ruthless firepower.
　　 And it fired with two cannons hanging under its arms, killing the soldiers who counterattacked one by one with the white hot killing light.
　　 The corpse thrown away by the explosion wave fell within a few hundred meters, knocking over some soldiers who were running away.
　　 Others guarded their positions under the scolding of the secret guards, hiding behind the walls and ruins to launch counterattacks.
　　The hot bullet shouted and roared throughout the area, and all the defenders were desperately requesting support.
　　 After the flesh messenger emptied the ammunition in his hand, he rushed forward and drove the road full of water.
　　 It knocked down the wall, pressed over the rocks, crushed the soldiers trapped in the collapsed bunker into powder, and the side-mounted fire-breathing device screamed out the blue-gray twilight, turning the rainwater into lingering steam.
　　 Behind it, the loud noise of the heavy machine gun tore the air and filled the defending positions with destruction.
　　 "I will do my best!"
　　 "Certify my whole heart!"
　　 "With my soul!"
　　 "Jinwu Devotion!"
　　The Blood Lily Sisters appeared outside the gate of the church at a critical moment. They chanted the holy scripture and cast a flame of revenge on the enemy.
　　The bullets like rainstorm, armor-piercing shells, incendiary bombs, and blasting shells directly hit the charged flesh messenger, tearing it like a rag.
But they are still not enough to reverse the situation. The rebels are rushing like a raging wave. They are about to smash the small church. The dense queues are mixed with many fast patrols. The children of Dawn have formed the sharpest attack. spearhead.
　　 A sudden burst of gunfire interrupted the rebel charge.
　　Fedtic turned his head angrily. He saw the troops that were supposed to be defeated and wiped out again. They shouted at Kaimeng and the empire, and crossed the west side of the rebels desperately.
　　 Diego led the troops to march on foot and quickly crossed the broken avenue.
　　 On his left is Silas and Nutans leading the team, and on the right is led by Francis and the commander of the Second Guardian Demirian.
　　 Demirian’s forces were relatively complete. They formed a broad right-wing force that turned the rebels backfire after the reorganization.
　　 Other chaotic infantry and cavalry gathered in the rear and left. They swept across like an angry thunder, pulling the rebels out of their bunkers and trenches.
　　The son of dawn formed a dark front in the heavy rain, trying to stop the charge.
Arcanists seem to have developed a hobby for white-blade warfare, perhaps this comes from their bad taste, or maybe this is only related to the meaning of the sacrifice represented by the sharp blade~EbookFREE.me~ Firepower may break the charge organized by Diego, but this did not happen.
　　The other party just greeted the shock with anticipation. They pulled out their swords. They wanted to compete with humans in a dogfight, and no matter what the outcome of this battle could not affect the final direction of the Battle of Cusconal.
　　 The two sides met suddenly in a loud crash.
　　 The messy gray body came to the solid blue-grey front.
　　 They broke the enemy line, they tore the defense line, they swarmed in, gray and cyan intertwined, swords intersected.
　　Fresh blood spewed in the pouring rain, the body fell to the ground, and the water was splashing.
　　 The hilt covered with rain, grease and blood became greasy, the bayonet was worn and broken, and the armor shattered.
　　 The air is full of the smell of ozone, the vibration of energy and the explosion of electric energy.
　　 Diego is in a fierce battle.
　　One second before he threw a head into a scattered blood mist, the next second he pierced two enemies at the same time.
　　 While cutting off one arm, he split one head in half.
　　Two roaring chain swords became the most terrifying killing weapons on this battlefield, even the Son of Dawn could not walk for a second in his hands.
　　 He had never felt so strong and unstoppable.
　　 filled with such indignation.
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