Warhammer Seal

Chapter 216 Piercing the Soul
Wen De leaped into the air. Three years of training had made him not what he used to be. He was able to jump two meters high while wearing heavy armor, and he could switch weapons in the air.

The Improved Musket IV was directly thrown away, and the Sword of Salvation was pulled out from his waist, and then his body rotated in the air, making full use of the acceleration, and then the whole body strength was transmitted through the bones to the arm and slashed at the base of the Frost Demon Dragon's neck go.

"when!"

The Sword of Salvation flicked, not because it was not sharp, but Wende's power was too weak. If Knight Ryan was here, he might be able to easily cut off the dragon's head.

Wende's attack this time only severely injured its neck, and did not cause any fatal damage. Instead, it exhausted all its members, and the dragon also had time to breathe.

The wings fluttered a few times before Ruixi was thrown off, and smashed hard into the mud, and she couldn't get up for a while.

With a vigorous flick of the tail, Burning Feather was also thrown flying, leaving only a few teeth still hanging on the Frost Demon Dragon's tail.

The two Miriam vampires also sighed that Wende had lost a good opportunity. In order to avoid being hurt, they could only leave quickly and then distanced themselves.

"Damn human, I want you to die!"

As a giant dragon, of course the Frost Demon Dragon can speak human language, roaring loudly at Wende, spitting out all kinds of terrible frost from his mouth, and then soaring into the sky, wanting to dive and tear Wende into pieces.

It had already flapped its wings and flew up, and then four cannon shots were heard behind Wende.

The imperial cannon fires!

Four basketball-sized cannonballs were shot straight out. There was no need for any precise aiming at such a short distance. Each of the cannonballs hit the body of the Frost Demon Dragon, shattering most of his bones.

Looking back, such a group of artillerymen gave Wende a thumbs up, which was not an encouraging gesture.

"They're targeting! Back off, back off!"

Burning Feather was able to understand Wende's order, and immediately resisted the toothache and flapped his wings to fly away. The vampire Miriam was extremely fast. Wende didn't have time to pick up the Sword of Salvation and the Improved Musket IV that fell on the ground, and rushed towards the Mizuki, who fell to the ground, ran away.

Quickly squatting, rolling her on his shoulders at the same time, struggling to run towards the outside.

Soon, the artillery observer put his thumb down and shouted the shooting angle to all the artillerymen behind him.

"Fire!"

The Hell Serial Cannon, Hellstorm Rocket Launcher, and Mortar Cannon fired at the same time, and dozens of shells all bombarded the Frost Demon Dragon, which was temporarily unable to move after being concentrated by the cannon.

The smoke dissipated, and what was left on the ground was only minced meat, not even a complete body.

Of course, the two vampires of the Miriam family didn't want to come here in vain. They rushed forward regardless of the temperature of the gunpowder explosion, picked up a few pieces of bloody dragon meat, and quickly evacuated. The imperial soldiers could not find out their true identities.

"Switch! Switch! Switch! Imperial warriors, you must stop bleeding, now let's fight, Kislev! Help the Empire regain the bridgehead."

General Kislev Poye, who was assisting in the defense, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and rushed over with all his infantry and shooters.

When making plans with the empire before, Kislev was only responsible for blocking the bridge when the imperial infantry was routed, protecting the long-range units from pouring gunpowder and arrows at will.

But how could Kislev's men have always been willing to stand behind, relying on the protection of the Empire, and let the Empire bleed alone.

Karl also saw that the imperial infantry couldn't last long, and could only smash Ulfric with a hammer, which was easily blocked by the latter with a shield.

Taking advantage of the gap between the enemy raising their shields, Deathclaw also opened the distance. Under the leadership of Karl, all the imperial infantry began to retreat, passing Kislevgosar who was rushing in front of him.

"Go down and stop the bleeding, Brother Empire, now it's time for us Kislev to resist!"

The originally loose front was replenished once again, and this time it was not the imperial infantry who resisted the Norscans, but the guy who grew up in the ice and snow since he was a child, and could fight wild beasts with his bare hands - Kislev Cossa.

Damn it!Obviously, they were almost able to break through the bridgehead defense, but now the Norscans have lost more than half of them, and they will definitely face exhaustion if they continue to charge.

"Damn imperial people! How dare you fight a wheel war! How dare you fight a war of attrition! You can't be considered a man who can fight to the death. I want to kill all of you..."

Just as Ulfric yelled out the curse words, a cloud of black mist fell from the sky and hit the mammoth he was riding on.

Tipperchery finally opened fire, perhaps because the Empire had the upper hand, or perhaps simply for the sake of his sister and Wende, the Black Ark began to shell.

Such a shell capable of sinking a ship directly blew a hole in the mammoth.

Good guy, one shell directly emptied both Tipperchery's and Ulfric's biggest properties at the same time.

At least it must be true to its word. Dipperchery continued to fire the cannonball, this time the power was relatively small, sacrificing dozens of slaves, and using their souls to refine the cannonball to attack. This kind of spiritual weapon is especially suitable for fighting against Norscans without armor and at the same time gathered together.

The balance of victory finally tilted in the direction of the empire, and Vlad, who was standing far away, also felt that the empire had a great advantage.

Regardless of whether the dark elf's black ark was not aimed at the moment, now is the time for him to go out to harvest the heads. Of course, he must first cover his face to avoid being discovered by the witch hunters in the imperial army.

The Norscans were only one last breath away from the defeat of the whole army, and it was not the Empire, not Kislev, but the dark elf, Dipperchery, who made up for the last kick.

She had already mounted her own Cold One horse, leading a group of Cold One cavalry who had already been lurking in the forest behind the Norscans to come out quickly.

Dark elves, oh dark elves, the word backstab always comes to mind.

If the Norscans had the upper hand, they would have chased and fled the imperial soldiers. Fortunately, the empire was slightly better now, so they didn't have to hide their true thoughts.

The whip in Dipperchery's hand slapped the ground fiercely, and every dark elf Cold One cavalry could hear the piercing sound very clearly.

The number of killings on the battlefield is enough, everyone has triggered the killing attainment, and the lavender light surrounds every dark elf.

"Druzzi, it's time to taste the blood. We can't let any of the Norscans go. Of course, we'd better not touch the bad luck of the empire, and we are not allowed to cross the bridge!"

　The Cold One Dread Knight is the heavy armored cavalry of the dark elves. It is easy to lose control when it is damaged, and the charge bonus is very small, so it is not suitable for frontal combat.

　　Therefore, the dark elves would use such a cavalry to chase and escape, and they could not let any potential slaves go.

　　Thank you [Ji Xuanyu] for the monthly pass, your support is so timely.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)