Chapter 950: Witch Iron's Assassination (1)

Twenty small light cannons, each with an attack power of half a step.
Its lethality is only slightly worse than that of the previous giant crossbow.
Twenty black lights hit the siege hammer. The huge siege hammer is like a small city. It also has a large array of defenses lit up, and the overlapping nine-folded light buildings surround the entire car.
The siege hammers clinging to the siege hammer, the magic soldiers standing on top of the siege hammer, all issued a hysterical roar of panic.
The heavy buildings shook violently, and then shattered completely under the crazy impact of black light.
It's like God overturned the ironmaking furnace. The sky is filled with molten steel and iron flowers. The countless light spots are blown out for thousands of miles. The cloud of twenty mushrooms is rising, and the slender mushroom handle is 300 Dorigo, the clouds then spread around.
Twenty rotten kiln made of metal, quietly pestle more than a hundred miles in front of the city wall.
The metal is burning, and the air is permeated with acrid rust. Tens of thousands of clergy who were holding the siege hammer were gone, and more than ten thousand magic soldiers standing on top of the van were gone.
The main frame of the siege hammer was barely preserved, surrounded by black flames, burning a little.
The black, thick metal juice dropped from the frame to the ground, dripped into the gravel, and made a sound of 嗤嗤 嗤嗤.
After burning for about a tea time, the frame of the twenty siege hammers collapsed, and once again exploded countless Mars.
The speed of the remaining 80 siege hammers suddenly slowed down. The general laborers looked at each other in amazement. The black mushroom cloud spread slowly in the air, and countless tiny burning iron filings. Falling from the mushroom cloud for fire rain.
Heaven and earth are like flames of hell.
On the city wall, I only heard the hysterical scream of Li Ergou: "Godfuck, I can't, but I'm out of the way, and fight with your group!"
He jumped up onto a city wall and shouted at the demon army outside the city, "Come, come, come and attack ... God rewards you for something good."
Li Ergouzi stood next to the city wall duo, two ‘pro soldiers’ screamed, hurriedly rushed to him, reached out and grabbed his belt, lest he plant from one end of the city wall.
This time, untied the waistband, and then a yellow stream of water leaped.
"Come on, come on, dog grandfather gives you a holy water ... guests from afar, let's make this glass of aging!" Then talking, Li Ergouzi sang loudly.
His singing is desolate and melodious, but it has a certain charm.
Hundreds of good guys like a market man, better than rude guys like soldiers who died, jumped onto the ramparts of the city walls. They unfastened their belts and learned Li Ergou's voice, singing strangely.
"Guests coming from afar, let's do this aging!"
Li Ergou has a bit of romantic charm, and he sings fairly well.
And the group of guys under his control-those who had relied on witch iron in Dazao Prefecture and were incorporated into the Dazai Army. They were one by one who interpreted the virtues of 'army' and 'scum' ... The sound is awful, like a ghost crying.
Yin Wushuang was not provoked by the actions of Li Ergouzi and his Majesty's group of "good guys."
He rose into the air, stepped on a burning black magic cloud, and stood in the air dozens of miles above the ground, overlooking the city head thousands of miles away.
He saw that the twenty black light cannons were dim and the metal pipes connected to the light cannons were continuously pouring a dazzling stream of light into the battery. With the injection of these streamers, the black light cannon lit up.
Yin Wu doubled his fingers and calculated.
"Half an hour." Yin Wu smirked and sneered: "Sure enough, the more powerful such light cannons, the greater the power, the slower the recharge. Only half an hour can complete the recharge and then attack."
"Passing me will make, at any cost, siege." Yin Wu Shuang Shen said: "Avoid that boy, don't hurt his life ... This is, however, a great master."
"Tell the children, half an hour. Those light cannons, attacking for half an hour." Yin Wushuang sneered: "Half an hour, breaking through the city, they will live ... half an hour, not breaking Kaichengchi, it depends on who is unlucky. "
The yin and wu pairs will be passed on.
Millions of demon sergeants lined up into nine large army formations, rushing to the city wall.
Eighty siege hammers were pushed hysterically by the handyman forcemen several times faster than galloping horses. It took them only a quarter of an hour to move under the wall from a hundred miles away.
Such a huge siege hit the wall heavily.
With a loud noise, the siege hammer stopped, and the handymen who pushed the siege hammer were spit with blood by the force of the counter-shock, and many fell to the ground.
But they quickly got up, gritted their teeth and plunged into the siege hammer, one by one hysterically shouting, clenching the huge ghost-headed hammer with both hands and pulling back as hard as possible.
The dozen-foot-thick ghost-headed hammer pulled back a distance of more than a hundred feet, and then pushed forward by tens of thousands of miscellaneous laborers and pushed forward fiercely.
Within the Ghost's Hammer, a large thick moire lit up.
The ghost-headed hammer accelerates on its own. In a short distance of more than a hundred feet, such a huge ghost-headed hammer bluntly increased its speed to an extremely scary high speed.
Eighty siege hammers blasted on the wall almost at the same time.
At the same time, the colossal demon statues condensed by nine large military formations also waved long machetes and slashed heavily on the wall.
The three battlefields shook violently, large streams of light fluttered, countless flag gate archways dazzled with fascinating rays of light, and the entire 108th city of the ghost killing shivered slightly.
Eighty siege hammers' black-headed flames rose on the ghost-headed hammers, and black gas sprayed dozens of miles high.
The glow of the blessings attached to the walls by the three arrays was smashed by the ghost-headed hammer, and the ghost-headed hammer slammed on the wall itself.
The metal-cast wall made a harsh 'creak' sound, and was blasted out of eighty pits with a diameter of hundreds of feet and a depth of about 90 meters.
The handymen yelled, they stabilized the violently shaking Ghost's Head Hammer, and then pulled it back as hard as they could.
Within the eighty siege hammers, the leader of the handyman yelled: "Brothers, desperately hammer ... stubbornly desperately!"
Countless handyman growls in unison: "I want to live, I want to live ... let's not die!"
The roar of these mixed laborers is filled with endless sadness, endless resentment, endless anger, and the strongest survival desire on earth.
Li Ergouzi stood on the city wall duo, overlooking eighty siege hammers as high as the city wall.
"Just you want to live? Gosh, there are so many brothers, and you don't want to die!" Li Ergou murmured, "Let's have such a nourishing life, why should you come here?"