Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Before the warships sailed far, the two golden warships with the Sphinx flags sailed from left to right, sailing to both sides of Painhurs. Numerous Teflin sailors welded pieces of metal hooks. The planks of claws were raised high, hooking the railings of the side strings of the enemy ship, and the half-magic spirits wearing metal scales, holding wooden shields, and maces, also chanted the name of the King of Kings. Stepping on the wide wooden plank, he launched a terrible charge on the imperial warship.

Behind these elite soldiers, hundreds of sailors wearing cloth armor and holding short bows also pulled their weapons into a dangerous full moon, sending the enemy a round of black arrows to cover the sky and the sun. The rain, the eerie whistling sound shook the sky and earth-but when facing the eastern empire, the tortoise shell formation that was indestructible like an iron barrel, it was like a breeze blowing on the face, and it could not strike a single wave or ripple.

The heavy-armored sailor rushing to the forefront also felt like he was standing in front of him in a frantic attack, not an imperial soldier, but a magnificent city wall made of steel and flesh and blood.

After the two fleets fell into the quagmire of melee combat, the Sassanid Persian trebuchets were not so useful. Teflin could not smash the solid stone bullets burning the flames of **** in front of him, and the scorpions of the Roman Empire The crossbow, still in the hands of the soldiers, continues to operate in an orderly manner. On average, two to three terrifying giant crossbow arrows can be shot every minute.

The soldiers quickly reloaded the ammunition, and the slaves pulled the crossbow strings laboriously. Then, the operator aimed at the enemy ship and the springboard close at hand, venting his boundless anger, each with the thickness of an adult male waist. The giant crossbow arrows roared in the crowd on the deck, blasting out a thoroughfare of blood!

At this distance, being directly hit by terrible siege equipment, even half-human and half-devil in scale armor, they are like a light and fragile poor object, instantly torn into dozens of poignant, **** scarlets. Fragments.

The part of the body hit by the cluster of arrows, directly accompanied by the distant crossbow arrows, disappeared without a trace. The remaining parts have also become broken fragments, spreading in all directions in a shocking blood storm.

The demons screamed in terror, one by one, neat and orderly phalanx of archers, squeezed on the deck, unable to move, was used as a living target by the scorpion crossbow, and slowly plowed out a ravine of blood! The survivors who had long lost their intent to fight were covered with the corpses of their deceased colleagues. They wailed, cried, and roared, and even jumped directly off the tall deck to avoid the penetration of the scorpion crossbow.

"Great Chief Centaur! The enemy on the other side is left to you!"

The centurion brought more than 70 legionaries, with the help of siege equipment, on the right flank, blocking the Sassanian Persian jump offensive. And the Howling Warlock of Pain Hess also raised the halberd in his hand and swept the heavy armored infantry on the left string fiercely.

The power of these monsters is far greater than that of humans and elves, and the quality and damage of large weapons are not the same as the one-handed long sword. After the warlocks held the halberds in their hands and rounded them, they swept across and hit the demon's side with heavy blows. Although they shielded their bodies with shields, they did not suffer much damage. However, that huge impact directly blasted these people out of the springboard!

The centaur looked down at the half-man and half-devil wearing heavy armor, struggling to death on the icy sea, and finally, dragged into the bottomless abyss by his heavy armor.

"Archery! First weaken a wave of assault! They don't have the tortoiseshell of the Romans..."

A head of a hundred households desperately shook a golden flag, and commanded them to squeeze on the side of the ship to recruit archers, and pour a rain of arrows on the people and horses.

However, before he finished speaking, a **** feathered arrow ripped through the head of the soldier in front of him. The sharp cluster of arrows directly penetrated the officer's neck! The dripping blood flowed into his delicate and weak lungs along his broken breathing tube, causing him to drown alive in his own blood.

The howling warlocks bent their bows and set up arrows, and also shot waves of arrows covering the sky, splashing sorrowful flowers of blood in the magic group.

Facing the enemy's terrifying arrow rain, some high-ranking sorcerers quickly chanted mysterious spells, and their arcane energy was transformed into tyrannical air currents, blasting the enemy's ships with the momentum of overwhelming mountains!

The terrifying storm can even tear pieces of sharp sawdust from the deck and mast, and slap the demons fiercely on the face, making them unable to even **** air into their lungs under the strong wind pressure, not to mention the densely packed. Cluster of metal arrows?

A large number of feather arrows were blown away from the shooting track by the storm, and the remaining ones also consumed too much kinetic energy in the process of resisting the violent wind, just like the end of a strong crossbow, and could not even shoot through thin animal skins.

At the same time, clusters of lavender stern electric lights crackled between the five fingers of the warlocks, and they swept through the air with thousands of thunder snake electric lights, full of energy beams of the thickness of a bucket! Accompanied by the deafening thunder blast, it hit the head and chest of the demon cultivator fiercely, using a scorching electric current to imprint a series of jagged, pitch-black scars on their skin and flesh.

These lightning beams did not stop after hitting the first target. They screamed, roared, and flew torn the scarlet body of the half-devil, and continued to surging forward. In the dense crowd, they plowed and jumped. The thunder gully of thousands of electric currents.

And some of the more dangerous and dazzling lightning beams, after hitting the first target, were accompanied by the shock wave of the explosion, splitting into eleven, even more stern electric lights, quickly spreading around, blasting the sight. Every detestable half-moon!

At the same time, the second round of pitch black arrow rain, once again shot away from the huge bow, like a pitch black galaxy shimmering with thousands of cold lights, roaring and completely submerging them.

"boom!!!"

As the two sides fought fiercely, a loud noise rang from the sky and the earth suddenly sounded in the center of the ship. Soldiers on both sides turned their heads at the same time-only a tall, dark green devil was roaring down from the sky. He looked like a huge lizard standing upright on two legs. On top of his burly muscles, he was covered with dark green scales of a blasphemous dragon. With a fiercely dark fleshy wings, he could trigger a terrible storm. The dragon's tail swept away at will, cutting out thousands of sawdust on the deck, and by the way, the two legions of infantry were pulled out of the huge ship.

"Alakir! You stay here and command!"

Painhurs quickly twisted his flexible waist one hundred and eighty degrees behind him. And, when turning his horse's body to face the purgatory devil, slowly rotate the upper body back to position, and always maintain a delicate balance with the pale **** horse's body, so that his face can be used with bow and arrow. Both hands have been facing the terrifying monster that fell from the sky.

In the process of turning his body, the warchief bends his bow and shoots three arrows quickly, causing three clusters of piercing tapered arrows to strike out bright sparks on the dark green evil scales, waiting to be turned. When it was over, Painhurs pulled the bow and pulled the halberd while turning the four slender and sturdy pale horses into a winter storm! Almost completed the charge acceleration on the spot, whizzing to kill the dark green big demon!

The three rapid-fire arrow clusters just made the horned devil underestimate the strength of the white horse and overestimate the sturdiness of his scales. Facing the seven-foot-high, one-ton behemoth, he did not do any defense at all, but instead deflected. The head reveals two rows of sharp fangs dripping with foul mucus, and two pairs of razor-like bone claws are lifted, a horrible posture that wants to use the dragon scales to resist the charge, and then the future will bite and tear. .

Suddenly, the pale warlock stared with anger, and among his lips and teeth, a terrifying sigh came from the cold abyss. Accompanied by a deep scream, the delicate halberd in his hand suddenly emitted a terrible blue light. , Transformed into a translucent ghost spirit body!

"Pouch!!"

The terrible kinetic energy produced by the huge monster weighing a ton in the full-speed charge was released on the sharp halberd tip at this moment! The faint blue ghost halberd, also like an invisible ghost, passed directly through the thick dark green scales, and plunged deeply into the chest and abdomen of the great demon! He tore and shred countless delicate internal organs and blood vessels all the way, and pierced the dragon scales on his back, only to make a dull loud noise.

Painhurs fiercely rotated his wrist to restore the physical metal halberd, and immediately followed the longitudinal axis of the long handle, spinning wildly! The sharp battle axes and heavy hammers on both sides, like windmills, turned upside down in the big magic belly, mixing up the broken flesh and blood organs, and he wailed in pain! With trembling legs, unable to support the weight of his body, he knelt directly on the ground, spitting out a large pool of shocking blood with a gloomy dragon kiss.

The warchief released his right hand and quickly pulled out the sword of the natural disaster from his waist, accompanied by a deafening thunder and roar, and a terrible cold light flying in the sky with stern electric lights. The devil's throat was directly cut open, and the blushing blood immediately gushed out, and the broken trachea also gave out a terrible whistle like a horrible wind from the depths of hell.

Thousands of tiny and terrifying silver thunder snakes use flesh and blood as a medium to dance wildly among the limbs of that horned devil! There are jagged black scars under the brand.

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"Is the man and horse mentioned by your Majesty and Da Muhu the one in front of you?"

"Yes, a pale body, a golden crown of the Nine Devils, a melee spellcaster fighting against a bunch of buffing spells-this is it, that's right."

"Then, perform the task."

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