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"Woo——"

To the sound of long and melodious trumpets, 1,800 Tatar cavalrymen rushed out of the line and rushed towards the 3,000 Cossack cavalrymen. The light cavalrymen of the Tatar auxiliary corps wore light but protective leather armor and held cavalry muskets ready to attack. These cavalry flintlocks had a smaller caliber and shorter length than the infantry flintlocks, which weakened the range and power in order to allow the cavalrymen to use them proficiently on horseback, but they were sufficient for use.

The Cossacks also sent out light cavalry to harass the enemy, just like traditional nomads. They also wore leather armor, but were armed with traditional short bows and feather arrows. When they saw that the enemy was holding muskets, they were stunned. Could cavalry use muskets?

The answer is of course yes. The 100 light cavalry formed three 6x long formations, and all the people advanced forward in a tight formation instead of the traditional scattered formation of cavalry archers. All the horses had earplugs and had undergone artillery fire fright training, so they would not be frightened by the roar of the riders' muskets.

The Cossack archers were puzzled by the enemy's posture, so they spread out their formation a little more just in case, fearing they would become sitting ducks for muskets. Then they gradually moved closer, preparing to shoot within the effective range of the short bow of sixty meters.

However, when the two sides were one hundred meters apart, the Tatar Legion opened fire. The one hundred cavalrymen in the front quickly pulled the trigger. Three hundred bullets whistled in flames and smoke, tearing through the sky, sweeping across the entire battlefield, and creating bloody flowers of death on the Cossacks and horses!

After a round of shooting, the first row of cavalry immediately urged their horses to split up and retreat to the back of the formation to reload their ammunition, leaving room for the second row of light cavalry to fire and start the second round of volleys! After the volleys were finished, they dispersed to the sides again, leaving room for the third row of cavalry to fire. By the time the sixth row of cavalry fired the sixth round of volleys and dispersed to make way, the first row of cavalry had already reloaded and launched the seventh round of musket volleys.

In fact, this time is a bit slow, leaving more than enough time for the first row of musketeers to reload ammunition. The early training was based on a 200x3 square formation, imitating the shooting of infantry, but the cavalry could not line up in three lines. The formation was too wide, and the cavalry in the middle wasted more time to detour and go around. It would be better to have people in each row.

The extremely fierce cavalry firepower made the Cossack horse archers fall like weeds. Even if they were scattered enough, they still suffered heavy casualties under such fierce firepower. The endless sound of musketry shooting tore through the quiet night, and shrouded the sky over Zaporizhia with terror and death.

"Don't panic! Give up the bow and arrow harassment and rush up to them and engage them in hand-to-hand combat!"

A Cossack leader immediately made the most correct judgment and charged forward with a heavy cavalry. These people were wearing chain mail and scale armor. Some Orthodox and Muslim priests also used shield magic to construct divine shields in front of people and horses to deflect all long-range projectiles. They launched a ferocious charge forward. Seven rounds of shooting were enough for a large number of archers to rush in front of them.

Seeing the enemy rushing over, the light cavalry abandoned their dense formation and turned around to run, and they also split into several teams, scattering all over the grassland. The Tatars were the fastest light cavalry on the grassland. Even though the enemy also had a large number of Tatars, both sides just maintained a constant speed and no one could catch up with the other.

At this moment, the generation gap in weapons between the two sides appeared again. The Cossacks' nomadic shortbows could hardly cause fatal damage. Even if the enemy's horse was covered in blood and the leather armor was made like a hedgehog, it was difficult to kill the enemy with one arrow as long as the fatal spot was not hit.

The fleeing Tatar legion, on the bumpy horseback, took more than 20 seconds to reload ammunition, then twisted their waists and fired a fatal bullet using standard Parthian archery. If it hit the target, a bloody hole would be created, which was enough to make the horse or rider lose combat capability instantly. After a chase and harassment, it took an average of five Cossack lives to kill one well-equipped and well-trained Roman cavalry.

In this light cavalry pursuit, the Romans were all Tatars, equipped with the best war horses and extremely fast, while the Cossacks were a combination of Tatars, Orcs, Slavs and Vikings, among which the Tatars were the fastest, followed by the Orcs, and the Slavs and Vikings, who had just entered the nomadic society, were the slowest. As the teams dispersed and the war lasted longer, their teams gradually became disconnected.

At this moment, the Cossack Tatars who were chasing in the front suddenly found that the enemy they were chasing had turned back. The leading Roman Tatar centurion gave an order, and the 47 Tatars following him made a 180-degree turn on the grassland and headed towards the 150 Cossacks who were chasing them.

The Tatars launched a terrifying charge like a tsunami!

"For Allah! For the Empire! For the Senate and the Roman people!!!"

"Fuck, how many people are there? Dare to look back? Brothers! Charge tactics!!!"

The Cossack Tatars became furious and ordered their cavalry to charge at full speed. Taking advantage of the horse's speed, they quickly shot three arrows before engaging the enemy. These people were extremely elite archers on the grassland. The dense rain of arrows and high-frequency shooting instantly turned the Roman Tatars into hedgehogs. Many arrows hit them directly in the face. Of the forty-eight Roman Tatars who rushed to the enemy, only thirty-two were left, and all of them were injured.

However, when the Cossack Tatars put away their short bows and drew their scimitars, and the distance between the cavalry of both sides was less than two meters, the Roman Tatars raised their cavalry flintlocks, pointed the muzzles of the bayonets at their faces, and pulled the triggers.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

Amidst the flames and smoke, large grains of iron sand were pushed out of the alloy-cast gun barrel by the shock wave of the explosion, whistling and tearing through the air and fur, piercing through the skin and flesh. The shotgun shells from thirty-two muskets fired in unison, causing forty or fifty cavalrymen and forty or fifty war horses to fall down like weeds!

The ammunition they loaded for charge and hand-to-hand combat were not ordinary lead bullets, but bags of coarse iron sand. What they fired out was a fan-shaped iron mist of death. With the combined power of the thirty-two cavalrymen, it seemed as if a fleeting metal tide appeared in the air. The Cossack Tatars without armor could not stop this stuff at all. They were blown into a bloody mess, with not a single piece of good meat on their faces and chests. The shattered scarlet flesh, tattered white wool clothes, and hot black iron sand were intertwined and mixed together, indistinguishable from each other. They lay on the grass, twitching wildly and bleeding.

After a round of shotgun fire blunted the Cossacks' edge, these Roman Tatars used their flintlock rifles with bayonets as short spears and, with the help of the charging force of their war horses, stabbed their compatriots ferociously. The centurion led by them was extremely brave. He stabbed the Cossack in the chest and then, with both hands, lifted the opponent off the horse's back and flew high into the sky. He fell to the ground helplessly, dragging two streams of blood, and was trampled into meat paste by the long horses' hooves.

Although the Romans had an advantage in close combat, they were too few in number. Even if they were attacked by a surprise attack with shotgun shells, the Cossacks still had a hundred cavalrymen, three times the number of the enemy, and they would inevitably be at a disadvantage in close combat.

But at this moment, two more Roman Tatars of more than 50 people rushed over from the left and right, firing long-range shots with flintlock rifles from a distance, disrupting the enemy's formation with fierce musket volleys, and then tearing the enemy's formation apart with fierce charges and close combat! With the cooperation of the three teams, it only took half a minute to completely kill and eliminate the 150-man Cossack Tatars, and the loss of less than 30 lives.

As for the Cossacks chasing the two cavalry? One group was the Slavic cavalry, which was about 600 meters behind and was left behind. By the time they caught up, all the people were dead, and the three groups were scattered again.

Another group of Tatar cavalrymen who were chasing them had suffered heavy casualties from the combination of Parthian archery and muskets. They were in the process of reorganizing themselves and did not dare to come over for a while, which gave the Roman squadron an opportunity to suddenly gather during the mobile harassment and directly wiped out one of their elite cavalrymen.

All officers who could reach the rank of centurion in the Roman Empire, especially cavalry officers, kept in mind the two truths taught to them by Aenarion.

First of all, the biggest advantage of cavalry is speed, and only when it moves can it exert its full strength.

Secondly, victory in war is nothing more than deploying more troops than the attacking or defending side at a certain critical point.

And these two truths were perfectly implemented by these Tatar centurions in the extremely chaotic light cavalry battlefield. The Romans harassed them separately and the Cossacks pursued them separately, but they had no coordination at all. As long as they showed even a loophole, the originally scattered Tatar light cavalry would quickly gather together and eat them up. When they gathered together, they were a ball of fire, and when they scattered, they were stars in the sky. On the chaotic battlefield, they killed many heads and the blood flowed like a river.

The Cossacks, who had roamed the steppes of Eastern Europe undefeated, were badly beaten by this all-round crushing of tactics, equipment, and even the quality of their war horses. In the end, all the light cavalry were forced to act like synchronized infantry, giving up their speed advantage, huddling together for warmth, and even jumping off their horses, hiding behind their war horses and shooting arrows, so that they could survive the wave after wave of crazy attacks by the Roman Tatars.

Chapter 441: The real murderer behind the scenes

On the battlefield of lightly armed cavalry, the Romans won victory after victory, and the Cossacks' individual bravery had no chance of winning due to the absolute discipline and equipment.

But on the battlefield of the heavy cavalry duel, Aenarion frowned, feeling something was wrong.

These Cossack heavy cavalry are so weird. First of all, their equipment is very uniform. A large number of Slavs wear long-sleeved and long-flared chain mail, a layer of golden fish scale armor on the outside, and a piece of fur armor commonly seen in the Eastern European steppes on the outside... Chain mail and fur armor are easy to get, but where did you get so many sets of fish scale armor? Can you equip the army in batches? The Ottomans hardly used this stuff, and the Roman Empire stopped producing it several centuries ago. Now there is only the expensive dragon scale armor left.

Poland does have it, but how can you, a bunch of Cossacks who escaped from the rule of the Polish nobles, ask the Polish nobles for large quantities of armor?

Secondly, their tactics were very strange. One after another, heavy cavalry units of 100 men began to rush to the aid of the chaotic

On the battlefield, the light cavalry tried to rescue the Cossacks who were separated and surrounded. They were armed to the teeth, and even their horses were covered with a layer of chain mail. They were actually armored cavalry. Such a heavily armed cavalry unit stopped when they were one hundred meters away from their own army. Everyone took out their compound shortbows and started shooting.

Along with the deafening sound of strings, a rain of death arrows that covered the sky and the sun shot up from the armored cavalry's position. Each feather arrow was burning with bloody hellfire, dragging a trail of horrifying tails of flames and smoke above the blue sky, whistling, spinning, and flying down on the Tatars a hundred meters away. The sharp arrows tore through the leather and pierced through the flesh. The horrifying blood flames ignited the fur and devoured everything!

The Tatars did not expect that the feather arrows shot from the short bows could still have such great power after flying a hundred meters, and they did not expect that their arrows would be on fire. A large number of cavalrymen who were caught off guard were killed by the opponent's long-range precise snipers, and one by one were pierced by rockets. The ignited Tatars fell off their horses with screams, dragging strings of blood and strings of burning flames.

What the hell are armored cavalry archers? The armored cavalry's stamina consumption and speed drag on the horses are terrible. They simply can't fight for a long time. The core fighting method of the grassland cavalry archers is to use speed to consume the enemy in a roundabout way. The two ideas are completely contradictory.

What they gained in exchange for sacrificing durability and speed was extremely terrifying quality and charging capability, which could break through most infantry positions in one go - this type of troops was used as an assault force, but the Cossacks used armored cavalry as long-range cavalry to engage in attrition warfare.

What's more, let alone this kind of composite shortbow with an exaggerated range and a flaming arrow, the armored cavalry is definitely not something that the Cossacks and other bandits can afford. The huge Roman Empire only had one legion of armored cavalry of one thousand people.

"These people are Slavs, but they are definitely not Cossacks."

Astariel, who was familiar with the files, could tell the truth at a glance.

"This kind of heavy-armored or even armored cavalry archers can be used to counter traditional cavalry archers. In a duel, they are not afraid of the opponent's arrows because of their heavy armor. It doesn't matter if they can't run faster. Anyway, everyone's bow and arrow range is about the same, so they prefer to shoot in a stationary state like now.

Look, they are generally equipped with lances and maces, and archery is only an auxiliary means. They are also good at close combat. Traditional light cavalry can only run away when encountering these things and cannot defeat them at all - but normally no one would use such expensive things to deal with horse archers, except for a few forces that respect cavalry.

There is a country whose professional soldiers worship cavalry and are composed entirely of Slavic, Viking, and Cherkes slaves, and they have a grudge against us..."

Astariel kept it a secret, and Aenarion figured it out.

"These Slavs are Mamluks."

"That's probably the case. No wonder these scattered warriors on the grassland have united. It seems that the Queen of Drow secretly sent some Slavic Mamluks back to their homeland to recruit soldiers and unite the tribes, preparing to give Osman a big surprise in the north.

As a result, we rejected the Mamluks’ alliance proposal and fought alongside the Ottomans, so the mine that the Mamluks had planted in the steppes of Eastern Europe exploded on us. No wonder these people wrote such insulting diplomatic letters. They were eager to drag the Roman Empire into the quagmire of war in the steppes of Eastern Europe and let their mistress avoid the dilemma of fighting on two fronts.

"That's not surprising. It's a pity that their plan is good, but with such a small number of people, they think they can hold me back?"

After discovering that there were Mamluk cavalry mixed in with this group of Cossacks, although Aenarion expressed contempt, he became more cautious in his heart. He commanded 1,200 heavy cavalry troops to start a roundabout encirclement. Among them, 600 cavalry tried to cut off and intercept the enemy's return route, while the last 600 heavy cavalry, under Aenarion's personal command, used their numerical advantage to eliminate the 300 Mamluks who came to support the battlefield.

Seeing the enemy's heavy cavalry moving, the 700 Cossack reserve troops also took action and tried to provide rescue, but were surrounded and intercepted by 600 heavily armored Tatars.

Aenarion seized the opportunity, ordered the eagle standard-bearer to wave the flag, and summoned 200 light cavalry nearby. Relying on their mobility, they briefly formed an absolute advantage of 800 against 300 on the local battlefield. Groups of three Tatar bards blew horns, beat drums, and clapped cymbals. The magical music made the attack of the entire army soar to a higher level!

Faced with the dilemma of being attacked from both sides, these Mamluks disguised as Cossacks did not panic. Among the thousands of troops, they saw Aenarion under the eagle flag, wearing a phoenix helmet, dragon scale armor, and most importantly, a purple robe.

Although they didn't know each other, they must be a Roman general or governor at least. After hesitating for two seconds, they sent out more than 30 riders to resist the light cavalry that was coming to attack them. The rest of them formed a wedge formation that was good at charging on horseback, like an acute triangle, with musketeers in the front and on the wings, and archers in the center and the back, charging towards Aenarion with great momentum!

At Aenarion's command, his cavalry formed a waning crescent formation, with a small number of cavalry deployed in front of the two wings and most of the cavalry deployed in the center and rear, like a waning moon, encircling the Mamluks.

When the two sides were 100 meters apart, these armored cavalrymen accelerated their charge and began shooting with their flaming composite bows, burning bullets one after another.

Arrows with the flames of hell once again shot up into the sky, raining down on the Tatars like a violent storm. People were shot through the vitals and fell off their horses to death, and horses were hit by dozens of arrows and fell to the ground with screams. However, they were heavy cavalry wearing armor after all, and they did not suffer heavy casualties like the light cavalry. They relied on their heavy armor to withstand the rain of arrows and continued to charge! When the front row died, the back row immediately filled their positions, and the formation remained unchanged under the rain of arrows.

After firing three arrows quickly, the Mamluks inserted their composite shortbows into the bow bags on their waists in unison, kicked their horses' bellies with their legs to urge them to increase their speed to the limit, and then pulled out lances from their horses' backs, preparing to launch an extremely fierce charge and hand-to-hand combat.

However, what puzzled them was that the Roman heavy cavalry was not equipped with lances, a key charging weapon, and they were not even equipped with muskets. They only held a kite-shaped shield in their left hand. What kind of heavy cavalry was this?

The next second, the Mamluks understood. When the tip of their lance was less than five meters away from the enemy's throat, all the Tatar heavy cavalry pulled out a very small flintlock pistol from their waist, aimed forward in an instant, and pulled the trigger!

"boom!!!"

In an instant, countless deadly lead bullets blasted out of the gun barrels surrounded by light and fire, smashing through the iron armor with a devastating force, tearing through the flesh and blood. The Mamluks who were rushing in the front were directly shot into a sieve by the dense pistol fire, and fell to the ground together with their bloody horses, like a pool of rotten meat and broken iron stuck together.

The Mamluks who were a little further back were not in a good situation either. A large number of cavalrymen were knocked off their horses by the whistling lead bullets. Their sturdy fish-scale armor and chain mail were no match for the weakened version of the flintlock pistol at such a close distance, and bloody holes were blasted out of them. Some unlucky guys were shot in the head, and their entire helmets and half of their skulls were blown away by the impact of the bullets, drawing bloody arcs in the sky that symbolized death.

For a moment, the entire battlefield was turned into a bloody hell of death. Clouds of scarlet blood mist filled the entire battlefield. The Mamluks' screams of severe pain, the wails of dying horses, and the panicked calls of the survivors resounded through the sky!

The Roman heavy cavalry's pistol lead bullets, like an extension of the lance, relied on the range advantage of just a few meters to directly win the lance duel that would have otherwise resulted in extremely heavy casualties, as if by cheating.

A round of volleys cut off the edge of the Mamluk armored cavalry and the power of the charge. Then they quickly retracted their pistols and pulled out the phoenix-beak hoes at their waists: this is a swinging weapon similar to a hammer, but the hammer head is a sharp conical structure like a phoenix beak. With the help of the force of the charging warhorse, the sharp phoenix beak directly pierced through the Mamluk armor, breaking their ribs and shattering their internal organs, and the whole person was knocked off the horse!

"For the Senate and the Roman People!!!"

The Tatar heavy cavalry let out an earth-shaking war cry and fought bravely with the Mamluks. Aenarion watched the first actual combat of the three new weapons of the Imperial Cavalry on the battlefield and nodded with satisfaction. At this moment, the Tatar heavy cavalry on both wings also outflanked them. After a volley of pistols, the enemy was bleeding profusely. They immediately drew out their armor-piercing phoenix-beaked hoes and charged to break the formation. The Mamluks were attacked from three sides and suffered heavy casualties from the muskets. After just one minute of fighting, more than half of the 270 cavalry were killed or wounded!

Chapter 442: Genetic Monster

However, what surprised Aenarion was that in the current situation, more than 500 Tatar heavy cavalry surrounded and attacked more than 100 Mamluks, with a numerical advantage of nearly 5 to 1. More than half of the Mamluks were shot and killed by muskets, but they actually held on. They waved their maces and fought fiercely with the Tatars, showing a desperate fighting style.

My triple armor could hardly withstand your armor-piercing weapons, but your zip-mail could hardly stop our hammers. The Mamluks wielded their maces with great force and smashed them at the Tatars' heads like a violent storm, breaking their helmets and horns. The Mamluks' personal bravery and combat skills were obviously superior to those of the auxiliary soldiers of the Roman Empire. They actually equalized this disadvantage in close combat.

Moreover, some Mamluks even transformed directly into ferocious beasts such as giant bears to take their attacks and defenses to a higher level. Among them, a Slavic Mamluk instantly transformed into a four-meter-tall violent giant bear. The armor on his body also became equally huge as his body expanded, tightly wrapping his limbs and bones, making him become a night raid, group ⑥; 九四⑨③'六一'三五 armored giant bear. Every iron ring of the chain mail exuded magical brilliance, which was obviously no ordinary creature.

The bear's paw, wrapped in iron armor and amplified by its power, smashed a warhorse's head with one blow, causing both the cavalryman and his mount to fall into a pool of blood, with their necks bitten off by the giant bear!

The fighting power of this group of people is elite even among the Janissaries.

"Don't move, I'll meet them."

Aenarion steadied his four bodyguards and rode out. When the armored bear saw Aenarion dressed as its leader, it immediately let out a thunderous roar and charged with earth-shaking steps. Behind him, another Mamluk drew his bow and shot a series of rockets at a terrifying frequency of one arrow per second, helping his brother to shoot and kill the Roman general.

Aenarion no longer took these powerful enemies seriously. Four terrifying arms branded with demonic patterns stretched out from his shoulders. A psychic giant burning with the flames of Sakshi and wearing dragon scales soared into the sky. Mamluk

The flaming arrows couldn't hurt it at all!

As for the two Mamluks, when they saw the man rushing towards them grow four arms and summon a three-headed, six-armed psychic demon, the fierce looks in their eyes suddenly became extremely clear, and then turned into bone-chilling fear in an instant.

Oh my god! The person he was facing was not a Roman general, nor the governor of Crimea, but the Roman emperor himself! Did he really take his army to Zaporizhia in just one day and one night? !

Aenarion stretched out a finger and chanted the vampire's blasphemous and abominable spell. A super-magic ring constructed with pure psychic energy appeared on his fingertips. Then, a beam of pale green burning lightning rushed out from his fingertips. The moment it passed through the super-magic ring, it was greatly amplified, from the thickness of a finger to the thickness of an arm, whistling and tearing through the sky, and instantly exploded on the giant bear's head!

The green lightning instantly covered his body, spreading to his limbs. In the darkness, one could vaguely see the soul of a giant bear and a human being entangled together, which was directly torn apart by the surging lightning, pulling out his huge body! The screams of being electrocuted stopped abruptly, and the whole giant bear fell to the ground with a bang.

[Seven-Ring Undead·Finger of Death]: Consume 11 mana points and try to kill a target.

And this was not the end. After the death finger killed the target, it quickly split into a thinner lightning and rushed towards the Yeniceri who shot the arrow. Countless scattered electric currents tore and peeled off his soul, and then turned into a thinner green lightning and rushed towards the third, fourth, fifth... sixteenth! The terrifying thunder roared wantonly on the entire battlefield. The beams of green electricity were like the incarnation of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting all the lives it touched, and turned into a death skeleton constructed by a chain of green lightning on the battlefield.

[Book of Bloodlines: Super Magic Chain]: Consumes an additional 6 mana points to super-magically strengthen a magic from the School of Necromancer. After hitting the target, this spell can additionally hit a secondary target of the same level as the caster. Each secondary attack only deals half the power of the main spell and half the immunity strength.

"The Roman Emperor! The Roman Emperor is here!"

As soon as Aenarion showed up, it was almost like a brand telling everyone that the Roman Emperor had arrived. This was the effect he wanted. Since the Mamluks had infiltrated the East European steppes, it would be too troublesome to find them one by one. It would be better to use himself as bait and lure them out.

This time he only brought four imperial guards with him, and not even the main combat legion. He was surrounded by auxiliary troops. If they wanted to kill him, there would be no better time than now. No Mamluk could resist the temptation to kill the Roman emperor.

And Aenarion was also very confident. Even if it was Sanguinius and Lion, it would take a lot of effort to kill him. Could the Mamluks in charge of the war in the northern grasslands be stronger than those two angels?

After seeing Aenarion's reveal, the Cossack mistress could no longer sit still. She rode on horseback, staring in amazement at the Roman emperor who looked like a three-headed, six-armed demon.

No? Is this emperor so brave? The insulting letter I wrote yesterday was just to provoke a war between Rome and the Cossacks, to drag the Romans in the north, but the next day, in pursuit of speed, the emperor directly brought the border auxiliary troops to my lair? ? ?

Sinestra gasped. She couldn't keep calm in this situation. This must be a trap. The Roman emperor was trying to trick her out.

But then again, these people are auxiliary troops. Even if he brings some powerful guards, the number will not be too large. This situation is the best time to kill the Roman emperor. It would be a pity to miss it. Forget it, wealth and honor are sought in danger! Her Majesty the Queen has offered a sky-high reward for her head!

Thinking of this, the Cossack queen no longer hesitated. Under the horrified gaze of everyone, she took off the black bear coat that covered her delicate body. A pair of huge black wings that covered the sky and the sun stretched out from her smooth jade back. They were so huge that they even blocked out the afterglow of the setting sun, covering the entire battlefield with the shadow of death.

Inarion subconsciously turned his head to look. Countless twisted and blasphemous tentacle patterns extended from the ten finger bones that supported the black wings, densely covering her dark purple wing membranes, as if they were two towering demon trees made of black scales and flesh. At the end of each tentacle was a creepy apricot-yellow vertical pupil. A total of one thousand eyes slowly opened as the wings stretched out, and they were as dazzling as a thousand bright lights in the darkness. The malicious vertical pupils rotated everywhere, staring at the entire battlefield.

At this moment, the sunset has completely fallen, and Sinestra's dark wings have merged into the night. A thousand magic eyes born from the tentacles are like a thousand strange and hateful stars, twinkling in the night sky.

The next second, the Cossack Queen's graceful body knelt on the ground, and her slender flesh and blood expanded rapidly, turning into a giant black-scaled dragon!

No, that was not a black dragon at all. Apart from a pair of black wings with thousands of pupils that covered the sky, her entire body was like a flowing aggregate of a large black swamp that just happened to appear in the shape of a dragon. The azure blue veins like blood vessels were densely covering the entire black mud body, jumping violently to some strange rhythm, pulsating with a terrifying light.

"It's the Mamluks, indeed. Only the drow would do something this disgusting."

Estariel's eyes revealed disgust and fear at the same time.

"If the Habsburgs were just messing around for the sake of crossbreeding the warlocks' bloodline, then

The drow elves' hybridization was aimed at biodiversity. I don't know what method they used to avoid reproductive isolation, allowing the drow elves' genes to embrace all things.

In order to obtain more powerful offspring and individuals, they would mate with dragons, devil dukes, elemental lords, and even demon princes to give birth to more powerful and high-quality drow elves. This monster is probably the result of hybridization from generation to generation.

Let me see, the wings and might of a giant dragon, the eyes and tentacles of a beholder, the scattered fragments or offspring of the demon lord Jubilex: an arcane mud-shaped monster... these three monster characteristics, this thing is at least a drow monster that has gone through four generations of hybridization to be born!"

Chapter 443: Mixed Yuan Body

Faced with this genetic chimera, Aenarion first used an identification spell to investigate, but the psychic power did not give him any feedback at all, like a drop in the ocean, without any news.

He was a little surprised, and instantly fired a dissociation ray, a pale green beam that could decompose everything into atomic state, which screamed and tore through the sky, and hit the opponent's head heavily. Then thousands of light particles sank into her body that was wriggling and twisting like black mud, making the surface of the black mud have dense dark blue textures like blood vessels, accompanied by a dazzling halo, showing a more active and terrifying pulsation.

After two attempts, Aenarion understood everything. This thing was not as simple as high magic resistance. Beings with extremely high magic resistance like Lion and Sanguinius, their attack spells would explode like fireworks, and colorful arcane fireflies would fly and splash in all directions, but they could not be hurt.

And this thing simply swallowed up his own spells. Its wriggling and changing black mud body was like a black hole, and not even the light beams could escape. She was like Perturabo, the Iron Golem, and was more immune to noble spells.

"The Emperor of the Roman Empire? You are so handsome. It would be a pity to kill you. I want to present you to the Queen. With your beautiful appearance and tall stature, you should not be the Emperor. You should be the Queen's favorite slave."

The monster roared with great surprise, flapped its thousand-eye wings, and flew high into the sky. The muscles of its neck, or the black mud on its neck, squirmed and surged crazily, accumulating terrible pressure and power. It opened its dragon mouth, and a high-pressure water cannon screamed out with a rolling storm! Like a beam of dark green lightning, it instantly tore the sky in half and exploded in front of Aenarion!

The sound of rushing water was deafening, and the rolling storm was raging.

Aenarion raised one of the Demon Shadow's arms to block, and with a huge roar, the whole person was knocked back repeatedly by the high-pressure water cannon, almost unable to maintain his balance. The splashing water turned into a steaming dark green mist in front of Aenarion. The power of the high-pressure water cannon was like a siege hammer, which shattered everything.