The Earth Conquers All Worlds

The knight's armor is still shiny, and the swords and guns are still sharp, but the horse is already tired, and the man on the horse has lost most of his fighting spirit.

Surrounded by layers of encircled troops, not only soldiers, but also strong men of the same rank who are recharging their energy.

Ten deaths and no life.

"Everyone, let's fight to the death."

The Duke of Mountbatten and other knights showed despair on their faces, but no one offered to surrender. They knew how they treated the captives themselves, and they also knew how the Magic Council treated the captives.

Surrender is just another way of death, and the way of death will be even more cruel if it falls into the hands of a mage who has countless experiments to do.

The smoke dissipated, and the moment the knight moved, he felt complacent and waited for the players of the guards to also move, and the two thousand people surrounding the knight moved closer and closer step by step, narrowing the encirclement.

To outsiders, these soldiers are silent and orderly, like precise machines.

In fact, the frequent voices of orders were issued quickly in the channels of the guards and the player channels of the squadrons and brigades, and the battle formation was changing complicatedly every moment.

The red light of internal force on all the players in the battle formation flashed, and the internal force was quickly transmitted to their respective captains, forming more than 160 brighter red sword auras, covering the charging knights in the whistling sound of piercing the air .

A trace of flush appeared on Duke Mountbatten's face, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. A trace of vindictiveness was squeezed out of the already battered body, and a thin layer of vindictiveness was put on the body of the whole knight order.

The sound of clanging and clanging was endless, and even the weak dou qi mask formed by the extremely weak knight and the sword qi group formed by the concentrated internal force could not be broken for a while.

"Kill kill kill!"

The distance of less than 100 meters was reached in an instant, and the knight on the horse rushed into the camp of the Guards with a roar.

At the same time, a large number of players fell down like mowing grass, and the corpses were trampled into flesh by horseshoes.

Nearly a hundred Foundation Establishment Realm players who were facing the enemy within a few breaths of contact disappeared, none of them were seriously injured, and all of them died.

The dozens of people at the front were thrown tens of meters away as if they were hit by a locomotive, and they turned into blood clots mixed with bones, metal and meat sauce in mid-air.

In the face of such a tragic scene, the panic and small-scale collapse that the Duke of Mountbatten and others had expected did not appear in the battle formation, and the battle formation remained silent.

Even soldiers who have been spattered with blood and flesh next to the bloody ground can still make precise changes. Soldiers who have lost their organizational system will automatically find higher-ranking people around them to reorganize a slightly scattered joint attack.

At the moment when the knight group stood out from the battle formation, more than 160 identical red sword qi flew again, smashing the already exhausted and fragile vindictive shield, and mercilessly killed the knight who only looked like armor. body.

The screams appeared on the battlefield where there was only the sound of clashing swords and guns. From time to time, knights fell off their horses and died together with their mount companions.

Immortals who lose their team and mobility will be immediately killed by the sword energy that roars later.

The earth knight is fine, as long as he is not attacked by too much sword energy for a while, nothing will happen.

Ordinary knights are very fragile. Without the protection of the knight order's shield, they are too vulnerable to this kind of group attack, and there is no intention of killing them as expected.

The battle entered an extremely tragic stage from the very beginning. Every moment, knights and players who were more than ten times the number of knights died, limbs and arms were broken, and the strong smell of blood permeated the battlefield.

"It's not bad, it's considered a pass to be able to fight against the knights who consume more than half of their grudge.

"

Spear and Master Regan, who came to him, silently watched the nearby battle situation.

Behind the two of them, the flying swords of twenty-four Daoist soldiers circled and danced above the heads of the players in the Qi Refining Realm, and the red light condensed little by little.

The group of more than one hundred mages chanted the incantations neatly, and the nearby wind magic particles surged wildly.

The two ultimate arms of the Blood Sea Guild maintained the highest vigilance, scanning their surroundings non-stop with their consciousness and spiritual power, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Under the shocked gazes of more than ten thousand mengxins around, the red sword energy was constantly surrounding like rain, and the speed of the charging knights slowed down a little bit, and finally stopped completely, surrounded tightly.

"My lord duke, we are finished. We died at the hands of a group of ants."

The bloody Earth Knights behind the Duke of Mountbatten said sadly, the Knights following behind him had grown from more than 200 people at the beginning to only one hundred now, and the death rate was 50%, even the Earth Knights had ten More than one person was killed by set fire.

It is these powerful noble knights who are determined to fight, but now they are completely desperate. The opponents are like a group of puppets, with no morale at all.

Their strength was more than that, but it was a pity that most of their fighting spirit was consumed.

The Duke of Mountbatten is even more miserable. His left arm has disappeared. As the arrow of the Knights, he has received the highest standard of concentrated fire. He can survive until now thanks to the fighting spirit support provided by the Knights under his command.

The Duke of Mountbatten looked at himself and the knight behind him. The grudge in his body had been exhausted, and now he was fighting with his physical strength and armor.

"Exotic powerhouse."

The Duke of Mountbatten turned around and looked at their fighting spears indifferently outside the battlefield and shouted: "It is an insult to the strong to die under the hands of the weak under the knights. For the dignity of the knights, please accept my challenge."

The sound shook all directions, and there was an echo.

The players around looked at him curiously, thinking it was quite interesting, but they didn't receive the order, and they didn't stop attacking.

The speed of the knights surrounding the Duke of Mountbatten decreased rapidly, and the exchange ratio had changed from a dozen to one to five or six to one, and it was still decreasing.

Lance's eyes were indifferent, he ignored Duke Mountbatten's words, and he didn't look in his direction.

The Duke of Mountbatten laughed loudly: "So you strong people from other lands are all weak reptiles?

Don't you even dare to accept the challenge of a lame old man who has exhausted all my fighting spirit and only has one arm left? "

"Haha, duke, these are bitches in armor, how dare they compare with you?"

"Son of my empire, are these cowards?"

A knight laughed boldly and made obscene actions, but was immediately killed by the player, with a crazy smile on his face before he died.

Still no response.

The Duke of Mountbatten showed disappointment. Is it impossible to die with dignity?

All of a sudden, the red sword energy that was flying from all around suddenly stopped, and the weapons in the hands of the players surrounding the knight stopped temporarily.

The knights looked happy, they didn't dare to take the opportunity to sneak attack, and stopped attacking immediately.

It didn't take long, and the battle formation surrounding the remaining knights did not waver in the slightest.

A player in the innermost encirclement stepped forward and took off his helmet, revealing a long black hair and a delicate and lovely face:

"Who is your supreme commander? We have a military order to deliver."

All the knights looked at the Duke of Mountbatten, who was holding a lance in one arm, and his face was flushed.

The Duke of Mountbatten took a step forward with his blood-soaked lance, and said angrily: "Even if I die, I refuse to talk to a woman, a weak person. This is a humiliation to my Iron Lion family."