Chapter 483: Day without light (5)

The red demon vacated in the dust for a second, his arms stretched like wings in the dark sky, and the hundred skulls flying behind seemed to be broken sails.
The army of orcs and evil orcs turned back in fear, like wheat straw blown down by the wind.
Then it crashed into the crowd, and the violent impact shocked the nearby warriors into the air.
The shield hurriedly lifted at the last moment shattered instantly, the blade was torn apart, the long bow disintegrated, and the arm was broken.
"Waaaagh!!!"
The demon howled loudly. He had just leaned over and fell to the ground, so he crushed at least two people under his feet.
He then stooped and stood up, posing as a fighter, turning his thick body, transmitting the full strength of his thick shoulders to the giant axe.
The huge motor above it brought a rotating blade of death, and passed through the three warriors of the Orc without any stagnation.
Arterial blood was sprayed into the air, and fell to the ground with hail, appearing dark in dim light.
Everyone was screaming, there were the sounds of orcs, and the sounds of evil orcs, all screaming.
Then the demon plunged into the pile of people, smashing the hardwood and bones to pieces. He seemed to be invulnerable, as if cast from steel.
The blade shattered on him, the handle of the axe snapped, and two or three black feather arrows were still buried in the demon's skin, but he didn't seem to care, let alone hindered him.
"Waaaagh!"
The demon roared again, like a low roar from the cheetah's throat.
The howling echoed around, it penetrated the rumbling footsteps of the storm, penetrated the collision of steel, and the roar interlaced by hail and the screams of the wounded, it was as sharp as the thinnest deadly blade.
Adal felt a tremor in his internal organs, and he felt the sound shake his heart, colder than ice and more terrible than fear.
He witnessed a túshā unfold in front of him.
"Beast God..."
The tall demon rushed into the army, and by its own strength, it forced many enemies down the earth outside the high wall against the strong wind.
They swarmed and attacked, like a group of evil dogs hunting giant bears, trying to overwhelm it with numbers, trying to prevent it from waving their fists and weapons, trying to encircle it and drag it to the ground.
They are afraid of it, but they are more afraid of letting it survive.
But their efforts had no effect. The beasts seemed to be just dolls filled with hay in the cloth, but empty shells that were nothing.
The demon slaughtered and killed countless enemies. He waved his arms to throw people away. Every heavy punch sent the enemy into the air.
The warriors rose from the ground, dancing with the wind and snow, the boots scattered around, and the shield was broken.
They flew across the frost-covered muddy ground, and after a while, there was no movement.
More were cut in two by the fierce axe's fierce splatter, and blood was spewing from the broken body and the broken arm. On the plate, jingled.
A body flew past his shoulders, like a bale of hay raised by a wooden fork.
In just over ten seconds, the village is already full of dead bodies, most of them are almost inhuman under the devastation of demons, and few are as peaceful as a sleep.
In addition, they are either paralyzed on the ground, twisted into various strange postures that were difficult to imitate during their lifetime, or braved the enthusiasm of the internal organs, or have been ruthlessly broken into fragments.
The shining and thick blood rushed back and forth between the black-covered stones, gradually cooling into a thick red and dark purple thick pool of blood.
The devil's two-handed axe is extremely large, the handle is slender, and the balance is excellent.
Both the axe handle and the axe blade are engraved with reciprocating intertwined lines and checkered patterns. It sings in a low voice, and Adal hears it clearly.
The giant axe buzzed, as if its life-threatening blade was secretly complacent with the soaring number of kills, a string of blood sizzled on the axe blade and uttered to nothing, as if it was licking its lips with satisfaction .
It is indestructible and flexible beyond imagination. Either it is lighter than the seagull's bone, or the demon is as strong as a giant crocodile.
It passes by like a broken bamboo, whether it is cooked leather, heavy hardwood or a shield made of forged red copper.
Whether it's layers of steel plates, overlapping iron scales, or armor composed of fine lock rings, all of them fall apart. It transforms the spears, tomahawks, and swords passed down from generation to generation into scrap iron. It bites through flesh and bones.
It easily reaps its lives.
Adal saw that several evil orc elites had not fallen after the entire head and even half of their bodies were cut off. Their stiff bodies stood still, accompanied by arterial blood spraying from the wound and shaking slightly. Then they fell down softly and bonelessly, like a scattered cloak.
Those former warriors are now on the verge of collapse. The demons have cut so many lives and left so many residual limbs on the ground soaked in blood. Their morale has vanished like spring snow melting.
The storm shone over the head of the village at this moment, and the whole land was put into the bag with a scream.
The gale seems to be polished. The hail flew through the air like an arrow, and the mad rain and snow swept through, completely wiped out all blood stains, and the dead body was beaten pale and swollen, full of holes, as if it was soaked in water for weeks. .
The priest alone did not retreat.
His blood was boiling, as if he had foreseen the evil cloud of the Scourge to cover the future, so he called this killing trip to destroy it.
Now that xiéè has appeared from the hiding place, he has to achieve his goal more firmly.
He hurriedly climbed the higher roof and shouted at the last batch of reinforcements drilled from the tunnel. The soldiers had not yet known what happened.
But at the command of the priests, they immediately opened their bows and arrows, and Adal glimpsed a little flame of light flashing.
The archers began to fire pitch arrows.
The arrows are more slender than the usual life-threatening weapons. A simple iron arrow is wrapped around a piece of asphalt-soaked fabric, and the fabric burns immediately after contact with the flame.
After a few breaths, the rocket roared and drilled into the electro-optical sky.
Others struggled to shake the bottle attached to the leather rope ~ EbookFREE.me ~ threw it violently-the bottle was filled with liquid asphalt and other flammable materials.
Bang Bang Bang~!
As the bottle shattered on the ground, the fuel contained in it spattered, and the flaming arrows immediately ignited the greasy asphalt that spread around.
In a burst of torn canvas-like crackling sounds, a large group of bright fire tongues jumped up, and the fierce arrows kept feeding the greedy fire clump, the burning flame was almost difficult to look at directly, and it shone with the green color.
The demon and the warriors surrounding him fell into flames in the blink of an eye.
The screams of the flame-burners are very different from the screams of those who are slashed by swords, axes and stabs. In contrast, this is more sharp and mad. Blindly running, with his mouth wide open, he breathed in fire and smoke.
The gusty wind helped torment, tearing a flame and black smoke from them, like a fiery trail trailing behind a meteor.
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