The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 230 Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God, Skull Offering to the Skull Seat!

"what--!"

With a flash of light, the unfortunate horned beast was instantly cut in two. The guy never expected that he would be killed by the enemy in close combat!

After casually slashing down an enemy's small kara, the player didn't retreat but instead charged forward, rushing towards the mountain of ruins. With lightning speed, he delivered two consecutive sword slashes, cutting down two unsuspecting rogue beasts.

Rice Noodle Roll Cat: [By the way, I've suddenly become curious about something: which version of the villainous beast is this?]

King Gigi: [I don't know, are there any other versions or variations?]

Rice Noodle Cat: [The Beastmen in the Warhammer Fantasy and Warhammer 40k versions have different origins. The Warhammer Fantasy Beastmen were mortals corrupted by Chaos energy, eventually developing beast-like characteristics. The Warhammer 40k Beastmen, on the other hand, are a demi-human species that all sided with Chaos during the Great Rebellion.]

King Gigi: [I don't know. Why bother with all this? Just chop them all up!]

Clearly, some players are more interested in the backstories of these opposing units, but most players don't really care about these things.

In games where gunfights... are now evolving into knife fights, the general mindset of players is this:
I don't know who I am, I don't know where I am, but I know I'm going to go on a killing spree!
In any case, caring about these backstories won't make it easier for them to kill enemies. As long as they know that the person in front of them is the enemy and they take them down, that's enough.

And so, to the astonishment of the Winter Church's defenders, the soldiers Andrei had sent suddenly transformed into a cleaver squad!
They were all carrying samurai swords or all sorts of random melee tools, and some were even wearing breastplates like them, shouting as they charged forward.

Of course, there were also some soldiers in black coats carrying bayonets who charged swiftly but silently.

Honestly, these soldiers in black really startled them; they felt like these guys were a bunch of ghosts!
The sun had already set, making it difficult to see the enemy in front of him clearly. But these guys were dressed in all black, as if they had natural camouflage!
Even their footsteps were extremely light. Suddenly, someone jumped out from behind them, brandishing a bayonet and charging towards them, which really frightened them!
What's even more problematic is that these guys' military uniforms look suspiciously like those of the Black Hawk Empire.

I have no idea how Andrei chose the uniforms for the soldiers, or why he produced such a strange batch of soldiers.

Some of the Christian Guard soldiers couldn't help but complain in their hearts, but the fierce battle ahead brought them back to their senses instantly.

When they saw the fierce fighting scene in front of them, these Christian guards examined the submachine guns in their hands and were unsure whether they should rush in and join the melee or what they should do.
A group of players and their enemies engaged in extremely fierce hand-to-hand combat, with every strike potentially fatal.

Compared to real life, where two people might fight hand-to-hand for ages and still not kill each other, these players are like the most skilled assassins.

When facing enemies in melee combat, they basically have only two possibilities: either they are killed by the enemy with a single blow in a short time, or they inflict fatal damage on the enemy with a casual strike.

After all, for players, this is the effect when they use melee weapons: one strike can empty the enemy's health bar, and if they don't empty the enemy's health bar, the enemy can empty their health bar with one strike.

The realization came when these players demonstrated extremely sharp melee skills in the assisted combat mode.

Especially when these Christian soldiers saw the guy wielding a samurai sword who could cleave enemies in two with a single stroke and kill more than ten people in ten seconds, they couldn't help but feel sweating profusely.

"This is unbelievable! What are the backgrounds of General Vorontsov's soldiers?"

One of the friars officers couldn't help but ask his soldiers.

"Sir, I don't know either. The knife in his hand looks like it's from Japan. Could he be a foreign soldier we recruited?"

The soldier who was asked the question looked completely bewildered. He had been chatting with other soldiers and had heard that some soldiers had captured some strange knife, which was said to be a treasured sword from the East.

So when he saw the long, narrow katana in the man's hand, he immediately thought of the previous rumors.

As for where exactly the Orient is?
Sorry, he doesn't know!

"Quick, let's switch to another street and attack. Don't fight these guys. I'm afraid they might accidentally kill our own people."

After watching for a few seconds, the officer and the others turned and left.

He had indeed considered getting involved in the battle, but when he saw the scene of flashing swords and clashing blades, he immediately abandoned the idea.

The guy wielding the long knife was so ferocious in his attacks that he seriously suspected that the guy didn't even notice who was around when he was killing people; he was just hacking at anyone he saw.

If he were to send his soldiers to charge, he seriously suspected that his men might be killed on the spot by this thug!
So, even though they are the protectors of the Church of Winter, why do they always feel that these guys look more like they have been blessed by the Cold-Blooded Lady than they do?

Arriving at another street, looking at the quiet, dark alley ahead, several Guardian soldiers waved to their backs and immediately forced a squad of Altera soldiers forward with their submachine guns pointed at them.

With only bolt-action rifles in hand and only five bullets issued to each soldier, the Altrianian soldiers had no chance of resistance.

Despite their immense humiliation, they had no choice but to cautiously move forward under the coercion of these Cambrian Christian defenders.

These Altrians were cautiously moving, extremely slowly, as if afraid of being ambushed.

Some Cambrian soldiers, seeing this, became impatient with them and fired several shots at their feet with their submachine guns.

Chu Chu Chu!
The series of gunshots startled the Altrians, and several soldiers stomped around on the ground like they were tap dancing, looking utterly comical.

"You pigs, hurry up! If you dawdle any longer, these bullets will be in your bodies!"

Hearing the shouts of the Christian guards behind them, the Altrianian soldiers could only press on with resentment, praying silently in their hearts.

They certainly didn't want to be killed by accident, whether by their own people, by the brutal Christian guards behind them, or by the terrible demons—none of these were the kinds of deaths they wanted.

But as the saying goes, what you fear most is what happens.

One of the friars was walking along when suddenly blue flames burst from his body, and he inexplicably began to spontaneously combust.

The heart-wrenching screams startled the surrounding soldiers, who all stared nervously at the burning soldier.

"Demon! There's a demon here! Run!"

An Altera soldier suddenly realized something, screamed in panic, threw down his gun, and ran away without looking back.

But one of the guards standing behind him did not hesitate at all, picked up his submachine gun and fired a burst of bullets, instantly turning the soldier's chest crimson.

As the soldier collapsed to the ground with a thud, the bullet that pierced his chest turning his white uniform back a bloody red, the other Altrianians froze in fear.

Just then, one of the friars shouted loudly at them:

"Fools, you have no other choice but to charge in and kill the demons here, or be killed by us. These are your only two paths!"

Upon hearing this, one of the Altera soldiers, as if giving up on himself, kicked a nearby house.

With a deafening roar, the soldier who had just kicked open the door was blasted away, one leg still hanging from the door frame.

"Damn it, everyone be careful! These despicable guys have set up a lot of booby traps in the city. Don't touch anything around you!"

One of the friars couldn't help but curse, but at the same time felt a pang of gratitude towards Andrei.

Thanks to Andrei's earlier suggestion to send these prisoners to scout ahead, they were spared from being hit by this thing.

Otherwise, if you just swagger in, you'll be caught in a trap that's impossible to guard against. No one can predict when they'll fall into it.

"Come out! Demon, where are you? Show yourself!"

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch!!!"

An Altera soldier stood in the street, yelling and firing wildly at his surroundings, as if in a state of collapse.

Just then, his body suddenly and inexplicably burst into flames, which engulfed his entire body in the blink of an eye.

boom!
A crisp gunshot rang out.

An Altera soldier noticed the blue flames coming from the window ahead, fired a shot, and then charged toward it with his bayonet.

Although they were reluctant to admit it, they felt that the Cambrian Guardians behind them were far more terrifying than the demons in front of them.

When facing demons, at least they have the advantage of numbers, but when facing the Guardians of the Faith, they always feel that they will be killed on the spot.

Perhaps it's because the fireball in the demon's hand isn't as intimidating as a submachine gun!

"Quick, follow them! Let's flank Baotiao Street from the other end!"

Seeing that these guys were all charging towards the other side, the officer of the Guards of the Church did not hesitate. After calling out to his teammates, he led them to charge up from the side.

He knew very well that his unit had infiltrated this city to eliminate the demons and the mortals corrupted by them, not to act as a supervisory force.

While Alteranian soldiers are indeed useful as cannon fodder, it's unrealistic to expect them to wipe out all the demons inside.

Several cannon fodder soldiers rushed forward, firing wildly at the window as they charged.

Although they couldn't see what was inside the window or whether the demon was still alive, their training told them that this situation required suppressive fire!
As for the issue of wasting bullets by doing this?
They can't worry about that now. What good would it do them to save bullets if people died?

At worst, they can just turn around and ask the Cambrian soldiers behind them for more bullets; these guys aren't going to let them charge in empty-handed.

Although Altera has been independent from the Cambrian Empire for some years, in terms of weaponry, Altera's light weapons are almost interchangeable with those of the Cambrian Empire, and the two sides even use different variants of the same rifle.

Therefore, they can share bullets with each other, which is a significant supply advantage during combat.

Unfortunately, the Cambrian soldiers led by Andrei never had to worry about bullets.

Therefore, Andrei had never really noticed this little trick of plundering supplies before.

Just as these cannon fodder charged forward, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the side of the street.

In the blink of an eye, these soldiers were riddled with bullets. However, the next moment, the Christian Guards who circled around from the other side engaged in a fierce firefight with the soldiers hiding there.

Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!
A barrage of submachine gun fire erupted as the religious guards coordinated skillfully, sweeping through the houses in the area at top speed.

The Church of Winter is not only wealthy enough to equip its defenders with excellent weapons, but they are also highly trained.

Although these defenders of the faith did lack combat experience, they had spent a considerable amount of time training within the church, making them far superior to the cannon fodder hastily assembled by the Cambrian Empire.

Even in complex urban terrain, they could take turns providing cover fire and knew how to sweep through the buildings.

The soldiers hiding in the house were shot dead on the spot. When the Christian Guard rushed into the house, they frowned instinctively when they saw the corpses on the ground.

"What happened? These corpses..."

When they saw the appearance of the corpses, everyone felt nauseous, and some even vomited.

Judging from their uniforms, they could tell these guys were also Altranian soldiers, but their current appearance was rather strange.

Two eyes suddenly appeared on the foreheads of some soldiers, making them look like some kind of insect with four eyes hanging on their faces.

Some soldiers had two baby-like small arms growing out from under their two main arms, and these arms were bluish-purple, making them look like some kind of deformed monster.

Some soldiers even had one half of their face normal, but the other half looked like melted wax, with all their features smeared together.

The Christian guards, seeing this scene for the first time, were momentarily stunned. They had no idea what had happened to these soldiers to make them look like this.

"Damn it, the demonic power is corrupting us!"

"How is this possible? They've only been in contact with the demon for such a short time, and they've already turned into this!"

One of the chaplains who was with the army saw this scene and couldn't help but mutter to himself. He had been out fighting demons before and knew what characteristics those demons had.

However, it must be said that the demeanor of these soldiers corrupted by demons was quite different from that of the people he had ever seen.

In his mind, demonic corruption should begin with the mind, subtly altering their character before gradually transforming their body.

But these soldiers in front of us have undergone tremendous changes in their physical bodies in a very short period of time.

As for the psychological corruption, since he hadn't captured any survivors, he wasn't entirely sure about the mental state of these people.

However, judging from the way these guys were killing each other in the building, you could tell that their mental state was definitely not good.

Meanwhile, in another house on the other side, a few cannon fodder soldiers sent to scout ahead got into a fight with soldiers inside who were controlled by demons.

A soldier with a mouth protruding from his chest, his tongue sticking out, his eyes filled with tears, plunged his bayonet into the chest of his former comrade with a face full of fear.

"No, please don't blame me, I had no choice!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to become a monster. If you're willing to offer your souls, we can break free from these demons' control..."

He trembled as he recalled the words the blue demon had whispered in his ear.

The terrifying blue demon told him that if he didn't want to become a monster completely, he would have to offer up five souls in exchange for his own.

If he cannot offer five souls to the demon before sunrise, he will be completely transformed into a twisted monster.

As for whether the demon might be lying to him?

He wasn't sure, but he had no other choice now!

A mouth has inexplicably grown out of his chest. If this continues, what other strange organs will grow on his body?
He had already witnessed the horrific state of his other companions after they were corrupted by demons. None of them could remain normal; their bodies were covered in all sorts of bizarre and incomprehensible things, as if they were growing haphazardly.

He didn't want to become such a deformed child. If he was to remain like this forever, he would rather die!
The blue demon, lurking in the shadows, watched with treacherous eyes as his fellow soldiers turned on each other, occasionally lighting a fire to add to their merriment.

The occasional flames, though unable to cause much harm to the soldiers, served as a reminder that they were being watched by a demon!

Otherwise, these humans are cunning and fickle; once they feel they have an opportunity, they will inevitably develop other ideas.

This can be considered as a summary of experience gained from dealing with demons and humans for so long.

No matter what kind of humans they are, they all love to use their brains, so the best way to keep them from using their brains so much is to keep them busy.

As long as there's one thing that can completely capture their attention, there's no need to worry about them suddenly doing something else!
Just as the demon was thinking this, it suddenly heard a whooshing sound coming from behind it.

"Hazard!"

With a single slash, the cunning and fearsome demon was instantly cleaved in two, his face still bearing an expression of disbelief.

When exactly did the enemy circle around to his side and draw his sword to strike?

His attention was only diverted for two seconds. How could this guy run so fast?
Despite being cleaved in two, the demon's life did not end there.

The Tzeentch Blue Fear, which had been cut in two, instantly split into two smaller, yellow Sulfur Fears, which looked like two large, yellow-skinned rats.

The player didn't care about all that; since one strike wasn't enough to completely eliminate the enemy, he'd just have to strike a couple more times!

There's only one trick to using a katana: just slash at the enemy without thinking twice!
As long as you can chop fast enough, no enemy can fight you in close combat! After killing all the spawned demons, the katana player immediately ran to another spot to continue hacking away.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a group of melee players had already cut down all the horned beasts that had emerged from the building.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, one of the players suddenly had a brilliant idea.

"Hey, do you remember the blessing we received from that cold-blooded lady?"

"This operating system looks a lot like Khorne's. How about we try a Khorne Blessing?"

As the rice noodle cat offered its suggestion, it casually chopped off the head of a harpy monster, then pointed to the side and said:
"Come on, let's build a pyramid with these guys' heads and see if we can perform a blood sacrifice for the Blood God?"

"When I turn around and become the Khorne Champion, I guarantee I'll take all my old buddies out for a life of luxury, and I'll personally lead you guys to slaughter people!"

The other players' eyes lit up when they heard this!
We can kill enemies anytime. Anyway, with such a big commotion here, there should be quite a few enemies to kill.

In comparison, they would rather try to use this to create a fancy trick, maybe that will trigger an Easter egg in the game?

They had witnessed the blessing bestowed by the cold-blooded lady before, and although they didn't understand the principle behind it, that didn't stop them from being incredibly envious.

Simply killing people to gain blessings is far too inefficient, especially since everyone is using melee weapons and busy killing people. As a result, the occasional lucky one or two on the battlefield are simply not enough to satisfy everyone's needs.

Since that's the case, let them try a different approach and do something else!

Khorne... no, cold-blooded lady, we desperately want to improve!

The player's movements are incredibly fast and his methods are extremely brutal; if you didn't know better, you'd think he was a seasoned executioner with 30 years of experience!

In just two minutes, they chopped off the heads of all the corpses on the ground and threw them aside, piling them into a makeshift pyramid of heads.

Immediately afterwards, the eight players stood at eight different points on the pyramid, raised their knives, pointed them to the sky, and shouted in unison:

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

As soon as they finished speaking, they suddenly felt a change in their bodies, and then they received a blessing from the cold-blooded lady.

They glanced at this blessing, and it was exactly the same as the various randomly generated blessings they had seen before. Although the bonus wasn't significant, it was enough to pique their interest.

The players who had mastered the secret to wealth originally planned to make a fortune quietly, carving out more pyramids of heads to gain even more blessings for themselves.

Unfortunately, these players made too much of a commotion, and their behavior was too abstract.

So much so that by the time they had reached the second wave, other players had already noticed their abstract behavior.

"Oh no! A Khorne follower has infiltrated our ranks!"

"Caw! Retreat quickly, the World Devourer is here!"

"Wait a minute, cold-blooded lady! Miss Khorne! I'm your loyal dog, let me lick your black stockings! White stockings are fine too!"

"What young lady? Isn't a bouncy, muscular dog-headed man more worthy of licking? Especially the kind that's paralyzed from the waist down, perfect for taking advantage of his immobility to unleash all sorts of tricks!"

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"When I typed that question mark, it wasn't me who was acting strange, it was you!"

Seeing the chat section gradually derailing, several players who were busy chatting in the group couldn't help but gasp.

Ouch! A pervert is right next to me?

That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying!

My teammates' star power is indeed hidden!

Although the group of players is quite abstract, they are not slow at all when it comes to drawing blood.

In such a complex city, relying on their minimap to mark enemy locations and their ability to respawn, these players didn't care about any danger at all.

Players from all over the world are almost identical; they always rush into buildings as fast as they can, wipe out all the enemies, and then chop off their heads.

Turning around, one after another, mounds of corpses were quickly erected, piled high with the corrupted heads of Alteranian soldiers or horned beasts, looking as if they had died with their eyes wide open.

The Christian guards following behind these soldiers were dumbfounded. They observed for a long time but still couldn't understand what was going on with the abstract behavior of Andrei's soldiers.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

Upon hearing such shouts again, one of the Christian Guard officers couldn't help but ask:
"What's going on? Can anyone explain this to me? Have General Vorontsov's soldiers started believing in heretical spirits?"

As he said this, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the submachine gun.

If these guys actually dare to believe in things they shouldn't believe in, then don't blame him for his submachine gun being unreasonable!
These friars had no interest in arguing with the general; after all, they were only responsible to the church.

If they were to discover that the other party was worshipping some strange heretical or evil spirit, they could simply act first and report later!

But just then, the chaplain in the group frowned and said:

"Wait a minute, based on my observations, it seems that every time these soldiers do this, they receive the attention and blessing of the Cold-Blooded Lady!"

"If nothing unexpected happens, I think they are currently sacrificing to the Cold-Blooded Lady in some strange way, rather than worshipping some other heretical spirit."

Upon hearing this, the group of guards around them all frowned and looked at the player who was still going crazy in the distance with incredulous eyes.

"Priest, are you saying that they don't need to burn incense, apply expensive essential oils, or erect idols, and that simply offering blood sacrifices like this will satisfy the cold-blooded lady?"

The pastor scratched his head, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded, saying:

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, that seems to be the case!"

"They seem to be effectively winning over the Cold-Blooded Lady's favor in this way; at least I've never seen so many people receive her blessing at the same time anywhere!"

This bizarre and abstract behavior left even a group of Christian guards speechless.

They never dreamed that all their prayers to the gods would end up being less effective than these guys chopping off their heads!
But since this method can effectively obtain the blessing of the cold-blooded lady, what are we waiting for?
Let's get started!

Realizing this, the Guardians of the Faith became somewhat anxious, and they all drew their axes, preparing to join the melee.

Please, these people who aren't part of the Holy See have already received the blessing of the Cold-Blooded Lady, but the Holy See members haven't made any moves yet. If this continues, who will ultimately be the real Holy See members?

This must never happen. If handled improperly, it could shake their church's faith!

Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, they couldn't find any corpses left that hadn't been harvested by the players.

Every now and then, a haphazardly piled-up mound of corpses and various headless bodies would appear in the streets, the bloody scene giving these Christian defenders an indescribable feeling.

"Right, those sheep-shaped demon soldiers!"

Suddenly, one of the Guardian Soldiers remembered the horned beast that had been killed by the player before.

He pointed to the occasional psionic flashes in the distance and said:

"Charge! Let's kill all those monsters! I remember those things were summoned from hell by demons!"

"After those things die, they leave behind corpses. We can cut off their heads and use them as sacrifices!"

A group of Christian guards rushed forward with great enthusiasm, all eyeing the wicked hornbeast.

Because their targets are almost always taken by other players, they rarely get a chance to truly engage in head-to-head combat with their enemies, leading them to misjudge the strength of their opponents.

In addition, their armor not only helps them protect against bullets, but also protects them from the corruption of demons and heretical beliefs, which makes them even more carefree when facing demons.

So, a group of fearless Christian defenders, eager to gather enough heads for the sacrifice, charged forward with great momentum, bursting through the gate with a hail of bullets and then storming into a building.

They had already sensed that the place exuded a strong demonic aura and that psionic flashes appeared from time to time.

Because they feared that a direct assault would result in too many casualties, they did not launch a direct attack. Instead, they planned to wait for Andrei's soldiers to charge forward and then slowly pick off the remaining enemies from behind.

But now it concerns the issue of divine blessing, so they can no longer linger and try to take advantage of others!

Trying to take advantage of everything and scheming for so long, only to lose the blessings of the gods in the end, would be a huge joke!

The demon hiding atop the building watched the soldiers file in and couldn't help but let out a sinister laugh.

Although the process was somewhat tortuous and their troops left outside suffered heavy casualties, these humans were ultimately fooled.

"My lord, the enemy has fallen into our trap step by step. It's time to start the second phase of the plan!"

The blue fear demon nodded respectfully to a pink fear demon behind him, its eyes gleaming with cunning and treacherous intent.

The Pink Fear Demon nodded, then suddenly shot a large ball of pink flame into the air, exploding into a pattern of a large bird.

"Very good, let's take action for the Lord of Change's plan!"

After releasing this signal, He commanded the other demons hidden in the building, as well as a large group of summoned horned beasts, to launch a fierce attack on the Guardians of the Faith who rushed in.

The Christian defenders, caught up in their charge, momentarily forgot to be cautious, and two machine guns from the side of the street suddenly opened fire on them.

A deadly storm of metal swept through, and even with breastplates, five members of the Guardians of the Order were instantly shot down.

The remaining men quickly lay down on the ground or hid in the nearby ruins, desperately dodging the machine gun bullets while trying to slowly approach the enemy's machine gun position.

"Damn it, I didn't expect there to be soldiers corrupted by demons here too!"

An officer of the Christian Guard, clutching his dented breastplate, couldn't help but grimace and curse.

He was lucky to be wearing such armor, which blocked the ricochets that came from the side wall.

Otherwise, if a bullet that had already been flattened were to enter his chest again, it would definitely explode on the spot, and there would be no way to save him!

He had witnessed firsthand how devastating the cross-shaped projectiles were; it was no exaggeration to say that the thing could be called a demon weapon!
"Quick! Go around from behind and take out those two machine gun positions with grenades!"

At his command, two squads of religious guards immediately took up grenades, crouched low, and ran toward the back of the ruins.

But just then, they suddenly heard a crisp sound of hooves.

The strange sound startled the entire friars. At first, they thought it was the sound of horses' hooves, but then they realized that the sound was not nearly as heavy as the sound of horses' hooves, nor was it as frequent.

Just as they were still pondering what that sound was, a pack of horned beasts suddenly sprang out of the darkness, leaping across the complex ruins like antelopes, and then swung their deadly scimitars at them.

Although these long, serpentine scimitars were not very useful, in the hands of the scoundrel, they became extremely deadly weapons.

In the blink of an eye, several members of the Christian Guard had their throats pierced by blades, and others had their arms chopped off, letting out blood-curdling screams.

"Die, you demon!"

One of the Guardians drew his battle axe and swung it fiercely at the demon before him, but it struck the horned beast's shield with a crisp clang.

The shield of this thing is made of a special material, entirely of metal. Although it is light, it has extremely high hardness.

Whether it's bullets or melee attacks, these shields seem to be able to block them, and these monsters are clearly very skilled at using them.

"This is impossible!"

One of the Guardian soldiers stared in astonishment at the scene before him, completely unable to comprehend how these monsters could be so strong in melee combat.

Before this, he had watched Andrei's soldiers slaughter these demons as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. How come when it was his side, they were the ones being bullied by the enemy?
He didn't realize that these horned beasts were far stronger and more agile than ordinary mortals, and that their vision was not significantly impaired by the darkness of night.

Of course, more importantly, they don't have the same abnormal melee combat ability as the players.

If his melee combat ability were like a player using a katana, he could unleash countless slashes in ten seconds, each aimed directly at the enemy's vital points with tremendous force, capable of cleaving the enemy in two with a single blow.

With this melee ability, he could easily cut down the demon in front of him, since this demon wasn't known for its strength or close-quarters combat skills.

The demon standing atop the building continued to hurl fireballs downwards, one blue fireball after another striking the Guardians of the Faith, instantly burning them to ashes.

Their breastplates did provide some protection; at least the sharp scimitars of the horned beasts couldn't cut through them.

But apart from that, they have no advantage against demons and horned beasts, and are as vulnerable as lambs to the slaughter.

"Sir, let's request reinforcements from General Vorontsov's soldiers. We are no match for these demons!"

One of the Christian Guard soldiers shouted at his officer with a look of fear on his face.

At this point, they couldn't care less about saving face; it was better to quickly seek support from their teammates.

Upon hearing this, the officer gritted his teeth, then pulled out a signal flare pistol and fired a signal flare into the sky, signaling a request for help.

Indeed, it was quite shameful that these church defenders needed ordinary soldiers to help them when facing the devil.

But so what if it's embarrassing? It's better than them losing their lives here!
Upon seeing the signal flare, players immediately ran towards this direction, while other groups of Christian defenders drove their cannon fodder soldiers and charged towards this area aggressively.

But at that moment, some players suddenly stopped, paused for a moment, and then turned around and started running back!

Some players even somehow acquired a warhorse for themselves, transformed into cavalrymen, and began galloping backwards.

"What happened? Why did they run away?"

The officer hiding in the shadows was dumbfounded to see that many soldiers were rushing towards him, but then inexplicably turned back halfway.

Just as he was pondering this baffling maneuver, a massive explosion suddenly resounded across the sky on the opposite bank of the river, in the area that had already fallen completely under the control of their Cambrian Empire.

A huge fireball rose up, almost illuminating the soldier's face.

Upon seeing the scene behind them, the faces of these religious defenders turned ashen.

How could they not see that this was clearly an attack from the rear!

(End of this chapter)