Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The people and horses galloping on the ground, and the demons flying high in the sky, instill the killing intent and anger in their hearts on each of the sharp feather arrows, allowing them to carry their infinite anger and dash through the air. The stern arc hit the opponent's flesh and blood severely.

The burning arrow clusters were unable to break through the sophisticated armor forged by the Romans, and occasionally hit them, and the damage caused to the rough-skinned horses and horses was not unacceptable.

And the dexterous and agile Demon, like a light swallow, walks freely in the rain of arrows that obscures the sky and the sun, with hard skin and clusters of arrows that can block most of the metal.

However, with the passage of time, a horse and a horse, full of arrows, armor, and fur, burned to charcoal by the flames of hell, was completely overwhelmed by the accumulated damage, and fell all on the way to retreat.

The curvaceous demons, all covered with feathers and arrows, were also accompanied by a tactful wailing, with blood-colored stern arcs, fell from the sky and fell on the ground into a pool of vague blood and mud. .

As for the little devils, they suffered heavy damage under the Parthian archery of the centaur. The scarlet body, accompanied by scarlet blood, was like a scarlet rainstorm, smashing down in a smashing way. It didn't take long for the battle to begin. Those little guys hid their figures one after another and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Magnus, what are these flying female demons afraid of? What are their weaknesses? This kind of shooting is endless!"

The warchief turned his head and asked about the beloved next to him-with the increase in his level and the allegiance of the black fangs, the little devil now doesn't even need to be a spy to help him inquire about the news, and he huddles in some comfortable place every day. In the corner, use the wings as a quilt, cover your body, and fall asleep.

"Get ready to dispel the magic."

The little devil shrank into a ball vigilantly, looking at the fellow purgatory dancing in the sky.

"what did you say?"

The warchief frowned suspiciously. Suddenly, he felt that the female demons flying in the sky were so graceful, so graceful, with alluring vermilion lips, as if they were smeared with deadly poison, and smiled. Both can make ripples in their own heart.

For a moment, I even forgot Christina, Christian, and Herniwell, and all that filled my mind were the wicked smiles!

Monster Charm!

A group of people and horses in heavy armor slowly lowered their long bows, facing the demon in the sky, revealing obsessive faces. A few minutes ago, they were still struggling with life and death. In the next second, It becomes the scarlet red rose in their hearts.

"boom!!!"

Accompanied by mysterious chanting and terrifying wind pressure, a azure blue arcane nova, centered on Painhurs, quickly exploded and spread to the surroundings, like a ruin, and applied these demons to the minds of horses with enchanting magic. , Destroy everything.

For this kind of air force that is no less speedy than the centaur, the Pale Warlock is really helpless. The destructive charge that the centaur is proud of can not attack the opponent at all. If you stop and do too much entanglement with these female demons?

Who knows if those huge and heavy horned monsters will rush to their side with the flames of hell?

Painhurs slowly stretched out his left hand, and after a few more magic tricks, the eight-pointed black star’s eight profane tentacles crookedly covered the back of his hand, the bottom one, even along the left The arm has crawled to the heart.

And the center of the eight-pointed black star bulged slightly upward, and there seemed to be something to pierce through his own flesh and blood.

"This is not a curse, but a blessing."

The warchief used the words of Horus to deceive his people, trying to make himself feel at ease. He closed his eyes and quietly sensed the chaotic energy. In the name of the four gods and the eightfold path, a cloud of dark energy, From his palm, straight into the sky.

Demon raised his head in horror, observing the changes in the sky-the clear sky dome with a huge crack torn apart by Bolan Yaer was undergoing terrifying changes at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the salty sea breeze was engulfing it. The dark clouds, like a doomsday wave that obscures the sky, are rolling from the horizon!

The clear sky of the shining sun instantly turned into a cloud of violent winds, and raindrops the size of soybeans fell to the ground. With the retreat of time, they became denser and faster. In the end, the majestic rain was almost in a line! Like a pebble, hit **** the fleshy wings of Demon!

A series of horrible and terrifying lightning, accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, illuminates the entire dim sky! A hapless Demon was blown away from the flight path by the wind, and happened to be struck by lightning! It turned into a ball of curvaceous coke and fell to the ground.

"AlanNure Painhus!!!"

The Bone Druids raised their faces and let the heavy rain wash off the blood stains on their faces. After cheering on the power of the warchief, they chanted the name of Skerrit and called the thunderstorm here. Under this kind of thunderstorm, the druids' ability to summon thunder has been enhanced several times.

Wind Howling Warlocks were not far behind, and golden thunder snakes constructed from arcane and divine power, accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, crackled in the rain! The terrifying electric currents wantonly collapse in the flesh of the **** demon being wet by the rain, causing the devil in the sky to let out a screaming scream amidst the lightning and thunder!

"Retreat...Retreat."

The mother-in-law was unwilling to give the order to retreat. In this violent thunderstorm, their flying ability was greatly disturbed and weakened, and the flames of **** were quashed by the majestic rain. , The dry and tight bowstring also becomes wet and soft.

The opponent changed the local weather, and at the same time abolished the long-range ability of the enemy and the enemy. If you fly into close combat-my goodness, those centaur and half horse muscles are so strong! One by one, draped in heavy Roman armor, holding two-handed halberds-with these charming girls, fighting them close to each other? ? ?

"Go! Don't keep entangled with the other party."

Painhurs also had no desire to fight, and there was a time limit to change the weather. At the center of the eight-pointed black star, the center of the slightly bulging round spore suddenly cracked a flesh-colored gap, and, like wrinkled eyelids, slowly Slowly opened to the sides, revealing a brilliant golden eye and a dark and dark sharp vertical pupil.

"This is not a curse, but a blessing from the gods, Painhurs."

Late that night, the terrible voice given to the warchief with the eight-pointed **** seal quietly sounded again.

When the horses and horses were entangled with the devil army, the pale-faced Sasanian prince and daughter, supported by the nobles, barely rode on the saddle of the purgatory horse.

Getting used to fighting with the Romans, she really didn't expect that this group of mercenaries would be so shameless, they would fight, and they would leave—you don’t need to pay a price when I summon the devil!

Hell, the mobility of this pure cavalry team is several times faster than that of the Roman Legion. Before, the Sassanids suddenly summoned a group of demons to harass the enemy’s flanks. The Roman Legion couldn’t run at all, and could only bite the bullet and go to war. If it retreats, under the harassment, intimidation, and even charge of a large number of cavalry, it will slowly lose discipline and become a miserable defeat.

At that time, the Legionnaires in heavy armor were just wild beasts that fled in haste, waiting for themselves to hunt.

However, this time their opponent, the unity of man and horse, is a better cavalry than himself. After suddenly losing the speed advantage, the Teflins found that even if they wanted to chase, it seemed too late.

"Commander!"

Suddenly, a Teflin scout came to Bolan Yaer's side in a panic, and the flames of **** in his eyes also gradually dimmed during the heavy rain.

"To the west, the scarlet eagle flag of the Romans appeared in the west! There are also a large number of soldiers! That eagle flag is a symbol and totem that we have never seen before: LEG·XVII·WORDBEARERS? The totem is a devil's head that has been cut off. Unheard of preparation!"

"How come there are legions! They can't finish fighting! Six in Egypt, ten in Palestine, six in Asia Minor, how many legions are there? Why are there new legions emerging from the West?"

Bolanjar felt desperate and powerless.

"It just so happens that we still have time-let those horned monsters blast a way with the flames of hell, and after the mission failed for us, they immediately retreated to the east and returned to the father's side."

"Your will!"

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The Seventeenth Legion of Word Bearers, the largest legion in the Eastern Roman Empire so far, rushed to the battlefield in the West.

A total of 40,000 monks in linen clothes and no weapons, while chanting sacred scriptures, approached the village under the rift, and the leaders of them were extremely pious. A high-ranking priest who is filled with scriptures and then affixed to his armor with a sacred seal.

And the man standing under the new eagle's banner, covered in gold, and ruling the entire army is the incarnation of the **** of punishment walking on the earth, the universal patriarch of Constantinople: Loga Aurelion.

"I smell the devil's stench."

PS: Astringent pictures are easier to find than monster pictures