Global Creation: Create the Zerg Queen at the Start!

The fireballs that the demons spit, like torrential rain and hail, fell crazily from the sky.

The violent explosion covered the main road of Roth town piece by piece, destroying the solid ground into a trembling water surface with thousands of ripples.

The violent shock wave drove the dust and smoke to sweep along the street, crashing into the buildings on both sides of the street, the broken glass wrecked everything, and it was ejected from the windows in other directions.

The flames rose up into the sky with thick smoke, obscuring the sky, the bright light flashed back in the billowing smoke, and thousands of thunders were muffled.

Without an immersive person, it is difficult to imagine this apocalyptic scene.

Don't talk about it, just the sound of the endless explosion can make people collapse.

The fireball covered it and lasted for half an hour.

This is not a large-scale group decisive battle on the field battlefield, it is just a battle over a street in the urban battle! Such intensity of fireball coverage is not just a waste.

To be precise, it was a deliberate demonstration by the demons!

People don't know how they survived. This half an hour seems to be longer than a lifetime. They were praying all the time, praying that this crazy explosion would stop in the next second.

Many mad lion warriors hiding in the building had their mouths and corners whitish.

That is a sign of hypoxia. In that terrible explosion, they felt like a fish on the shore.

However, they were not afraid.

Especially when their eyes were cast on the happy black-clothed monk and the more than one hundred indifferent white-clothed monks beside them, all they had was their worship and boiling blood.

From the location of the building, you can clearly see the black monk.

At this moment, these monks are hiding behind the buildings on both sides of the main road.

The black-clothed monk was the closest to the intersection, and he took out a bottle of ammunition and ate it contentedly.

The violent explosion seemed to him just a string of firecrackers thrown in front of him.

The other monks in white clothes are like one.

Some of them were wiping long swords, while others were stretching their waists. Some of them had their heads drooped and were even about to fall asleep.

The whole day of fighting seemed to just make them feel tired to these guys.

On Roth’s main road, buildings were battered.

The small classical building next to the pawn shop building has completely collapsed.

Bricks, woods and gravel, splashing around in constant explosions, dust billowing.

The sandbags piled up on the roadside had already been smashed. When they were hit directly by a fireball, countless sand and dust were set off.

The broken sandbags were rolling in the air, and the windmill was spinning like a windmill.

Throwing sand, many mad lion weapons have turned into twisted bronze and iron, and ammunition explodes continuously from the infantry trenches.

The seven or eight trenches across the highway have been cut off by half their height, exposing the soil under the roadbed.

The human remains scattered everywhere are burning violently, exploding like raindrops, throwing the remains onto the walls of the buildings on both sides, making loud noises.

In the fireball engulfed, the limbs were blown to pieces and flew into the sky, and large pieces of flesh and blood stumps fell down and hit the gravel dust.

The blood mixed in the soil, sputtered radioactively on the walls, on the ground and on the sandbags, and the spots of dark red pulp were shocking.

The demon commander looked at the scene in fascination.

The dazzling sight of burning flames, soot skyrocketing, flying debris, and burning debris made him seem to be back in the world where the evil god is raging.

It would be better if there was more sulfur.

He waved his paw again.

With the last batch of demon fireballs covered, the demon army began to advance.

Nearly a thousand demons began to run at high speed.

The heavy footsteps are densely intertwined, shaking the earth like a galloping horse.

Never show mercy!

As long as the army forms a breakthrough! It will be a battle of destruction.

In an instant, hundreds of demons had already rushed into the enemy's position in the billowing smoke.

After a while, the explosion sounded again after a moment of silence.

And the explosion was accompanied by the violent metal collision sound made by the demons when their bodies intersected with the long swords, and the sound of sharp weapons entering the body.

More than thirty monks in white clothes that emerged from the smoke of gunpowder have been completely strangled with the demon army.

These monks, who were so scarred and no longer tidy, were obviously the survivors covered by the fireball before.

They are making the final resistance.

The demons surge up like a tide.

But these cultivators have never retreated!

More than thirty monks formed a circular defensive formation, blocking the front of the demon army.

They covered each other, and they were well-founded. In the trenches and on the ruins of the collapsed building, they leaped and fought desperately.

In the desperate slash of the monks, the demons who rushed to the front fell one by one.

0…………Look for flowers……

Feijian is all right, and the flesh and blood of the demons can't stop it at all.

However, the number of demons made up for this shortcoming.

No creature is invincible.

Under the tide of the demons, the monks also began to suffer casualties.

Outnumbered, they can only use their skillful cooperation to alternately switch their injured companions to the rear of the blocking formation for emergency treatment.

The two sides are like two mad male lions, fighting fiercely between the ruined craters.

This is no longer a win or defeat, this is a contest of will and dignity!

The black monk has become the death god in the hearts of all demons.

On Roth's main road, he always stood at the forefront of the line of defense, and wherever he threw himself, there was a bloody storm.

His advance is as sharp as lightning, the sharp sword in his hand, the knuckles of his fists and ankles, and every place on his body are deadly weapons.

None of the demons he stared at could escape.

He can't be killed in close combat, and long-range shooting can't hit him at all.

He is like a fierce cheetah, using strange changes to avoid the fireball.

One after another demons fell under his hands.

Some of them were brutally knocked into the formation by him, and fell alive with a long sword.

Some were wounded and strangled by him silently, and some were directly robbed by him and damaged into scattered parts on the ground.

No one knows what terrifying power is contained in this tiny body.

If it is not quantity, it always has an advantage.

If it weren't for knowing that the enemy had run out of oil and the lamp was dead, it was only the last blow.

Many demon warriors hardly dared to rush up.

No matter how ferocious a lion is, there are times when it gets tired.

Finally, under the repeated impact of the demonic frenzy, the monks began to retreat.

Their casualties are expanding, and their numbers are decreasing. They must use the depth in their hands to defuse the enemy's attacks step by step.

The demon commander looked at the center of the battlefield blankly.

He did not expect that after his almost desperate firepower, the enemy's defense line had not collapsed. The attack of the demon army turned into a stalemate battle. And this kind of battle of positions, I don't know how long it will take!

As the black monk retreated, more than a dozen white monks in the back position stepped up.

Under the leadership of the extremely ferocious black monk, they stabilized the line of defense, and the two sides once again fell into a stalemate. deficit,

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