Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 317: Abrupt Change

"Sir! Sir, we can't hold on any longer." A rank 10 knight ran to Baron York's tent and shouted.

Baron York had just put on his gorgeous suit of armor and strode out with his two-handed greatsword in hand. The knight said with a sad face, "The opponent's firepower is too fierce. The fire/gun in their hands. Well, I don't know what kind of weapon it is. Its power and firing frequency are amazing. Our warriors can no longer defend it."

Baron York shouted to the soldiers behind him, "Go inform Legg and tell them "

The soldier's entire body was trembling. He opened his mouth to say something, but what he spat out was blood, large mouthfuls of blood. The soldier lowered his head. On his belly, which was not protected by any armor, a vicious knife tip pierced through his clothes. There was his blood on it.

"Damn it!" "Who is it? Get out of here!" Baron York roared as he pulled up his giant sword.

Behind the soft-lying guard appeared the silhouette of Bellmore, who bowed gracefully to the baron and said, "On behalf of my master, I greet you, Your Excellency Baron York."

York snorted, "Who is your master?"

He winked at the knight beside him.

The knight nodded and quietly circled around to the other side of Belmond. He abruptly drew out his sword and pounced on it with a loud roar. Baron York also took the opportunity to charge forward quickly. The Origin Energy on his body appeared, and a jade-green light wrapped around the giant swords in his hands. The light was reflected by the gemstones on the sword, making it look colorful and beautiful.

Belmond smiled faintly and suddenly spun around. He didn't know what method he had used, but seven or eight streaks of black lightning shot out and split the two of them apart, Baron York and the Knight. The sword in the knight's hand danced so tightly that it could not penetrate the air, bouncing the flying knife away. Baron York used his sword as a shield and continued to charge forward, hitting Belmond with his sword.

Belmond was one or two levels higher than him, but the two of them went to extremes. Sir York's greatsword was just in time to restrain his dagger, and Belmore did not want to resist, and flashed away like a wisp of black smoke.

Baron York's sword slashed through the air and he gasped for breath. He shouted at the knight beside him, "Go, trash!"

The knight shouted and drew his sword. Suddenly, a black shadow collided in front of him. The knight instinctively raised his sword to defend himself, but it was as if he had been hit by several galloping horses. He spat out blood and flew backwards. When he landed on the ground, he could clearly see that it was a man with a black warhammer in his hand. In the man's ashen eyes, the knight saw his figure.

Belmond whistled, "A little slow, Roy."

"You won't die anyway." Roy said expressionlessly, then dragged the hammer towards Baron York.

Belmond's figure vanished into the air like a bubble, leaving behind only his faint voice: "It's heartless to say that."

The end sound appeared behind the knight. The knight's entire body went cold and he was about to jump up. A pitch-black dagger pierced through the cracks in his armor and pierced deeply into his chest from the side. The knight opened his mouth wide and finally let out a final breath. Belmond put him down and narrowed his eyes. Broy and Roy had already attacked Baron York.

With heavy weapons as his weapons, Baron York pursued decorative significance, while Broy and the others were examples of efficiency and practicality. Both of them were using warhammer-type weapons. Bloy's Hammer of Extermination hadn't been able to display its true strength yet, but its quality was still above Roy's Hammer of Extermination. The two of them danced with their hammers. Baron York didn't even have a problem defending, let alone attacking.

In the battle, Broy let out a furious roar, which affected the baron's balance. The Hammer of Forbidden Extinction swept across, and Baron York used all of his strength to barely pull back the giant sword to protect himself. The warhammer smashed into the giant sword, and Baron York's silver armor inch by inch shattered. The tiger's mouth split open and it could no longer hold the giant sword, so it could only let it fly. He took a few steps back before barely stopping.

Baron York gasped for breath, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Broy and the others. They weren't in a hurry to attack. Instead, they moved aside, revealing a silver-haired youth behind them. The handsome youth held a rough black saber in his hand and was looking at him up and down. Baron York roared, "Are you their leader?"

Alan nodded and the baron shouted, "Then let's have a knight-to-knight duel!"

"That sounds good. Unfortunately, I'm not a knight." Allen retreated, and ten Blaze Warriors immediately stepped forward. The rifles lit up, and they were firing at Baron York with a round of fire missiles.

"I curse you!" The baron clasped his head and his eyes were lit up by the spinning fireball.

Ten fireballs exploded, forming a thick pillar of fire. The blazing wind caused the surrounding people to continuously retreat. The hot wind pushed Alan's hair back, and he looked at the pillar of fire at the end of his step. After the flames gradually subsided, Baron York could be seen curled up on the ground, but that figure no longer had any aura.

From the fire in the stables to the forcible charge, to the murder of Baron York. The entire process happened in less than ten minutes. At this moment, a group of thirty-odd infantry arrived from the camp in front of Storm City. The two of them led five Blazing Battle Soldiers to meet each other. They used the environment of the camp to fight against the enemy and quickly counterattacked.

The power of the Blackfire Rifle was many years ahead of the world's firearms. Under the suppression of these powerful rifles, the enemy infantry continued to lie down in the line of fire without even needing Bloy and the others to take action.

Legg finally felt that something was wrong with the rough gunshot, especially the explosion that killed the baron, which made the knights of Storm City feel very uneasy. He sent another infantry team, and even sent a Thunder Rage Knight to see what was going on.

The minimum standard for a Raging Thunder Knight was Level 10. The level 10 indicator for Storm City was far higher than the quality of a Sur City Knight.

Caesar also heard gunshots and saw the explosion. He snorted coldly, "If this is a trap, then I can only say that the amount of money they have laid is too great!"

Caesar raised his crystal spear and shouted at the warriors behind him, "Our homeland is protected by ourselves. Who will charge with me?"

With that, he grabbed the reindeer and rushed down the slope. When the warriors in the village saw their leader charge, their blood energy immediately surged. They roared as they followed behind Caesar and pulled out a black blade.

"Charge!" Even now, no matter how stupid Diamond was, he could tell that it was not a trap, but a rare opportunity. If he didn't take advantage of this opportunity to attack, how long would he have to wait?

As a result, all the Baymond warriors rushed down the mountain like a tide. Their charging sounds finally alerted Storm City's army.

"Damn it, why are those barbarians here?" Legg shouted, "Battalion, get ready. Knights of Raging Thunder, mount your horses!"

Under the night sky, Storm City's fire/gun squadrons set up their formations to fight. However, compared to the rumbling of the fiery rifles in the rear, the gunshots created by the hundreds of gunmen were suppressed. However, the power of gunpowder and projectiles was still enough to injure the native warriors. If they hit the vital point, they would still be fatal. Only those elite warriors who had already ignited their flames and had Origin Energy around Level 6 or 7 would be able to use their Origin Energy to counteract the impact of the projectiles. At most, they would only suffer some minor injuries on their bodies.

Even though the guns were far inferior to Allen's rifles, they were still able to bring down one Native Warrior after another. However, the Baymonds and the others arrived suddenly. No matter how fast Storm City reacted, it was only able to carry out two rounds of shooting. The enemy and our soldiers had already clashed forcefully.

At this time, Storm City's well-equipped infantry showed their due advantage. No matter what, the steel armor and bright swords still increased the infantry's combat strength by quite a bit. In contrast, the lagging weapons and unprotected native warriors were using their lives to fill the gap in combat strength between the two sides. Fortunately, Ellen and the others' gunshots were not extinguished, and there was a tendency for them to advance forward, thus creating quite a bit of pressure on Storm City.

The mysterious and rough gunshots, as well as the two infantry squadrons that had left and returned, all cast a dense shadow over the hearts of the warriors, causing them to only be able to unleash seventy to eighty percent of their battle prowess. The Baimeng people were determined to kill their enemies, and everyone was incomparably valiant. After going back and forth, they ended up in a draw.

But the situation was broken by Alan and the others.

The two infantry squadrons of Storm City were suppressed by Allen's absolute firepower, as well as the elite combat strength that was chasing after the Baron's strength. They were taken down in almost one or two seconds. Especially Allen's Ashes Storm. This move was most suitable for harvesting large amounts of low-level soldiers. Once an Ashes Storm was released, Storm City's infantry squadron was immediately reduced by more than half. If he charged at the crowd behind him, they would be utterly routed.

Allen and the others were like sharp knives that kept going deeper and deeper, feeling the unusually great pressure behind them. Legg was unable to send all the soldiers to the front lines. They could only split up their forces to meet Allen and the others. As a result, at least one-third of Storm City's 500 soldiers' attention fell on Allen's team.

The situation was getting worse and worse for Storm City. When a squadron leader came to his side, bathed in blood, and reported the news of Baron York's death, Legg immediately retreated. After all, this battle was urgent because of Baron York. Now that the Baron was dead, Legg and the others naturally had no obligation to do their utmost for Sur City.

The Caesar Crystal Spear stabbed out with lightning, resulting in the life of an infantry soldier. He looked to the left and right and found that the soldiers of Storm City were retreating. He was overjoyed. Crystal Spear pointed forward and said, "Continue attacking. We are about to win."

As he spoke, he led the warriors to the next position. In the intense battle, Baku's miserable screams came from behind him. Caesar turned around and saw Baku pulling his saber back from an infantry soldier, but his chest had also been torn open. Caesar hurriedly stepped forward and supported Baku, "Are you alright, brother?"

"I'm fine." Baku shook his head and whispered in Caesar's ear, "But you must die here tonight, by their swords!"

Caesar realized that Baku's tone was not good, and before he could react, his stomach went cold. However, he saw Baku stab himself in the stomach using the enemy's steel saber.

"Why Baku " Caesar asked in disbelief.

No one noticed this slight change in the chaotic battle. Baku whispered in his ear, "This is for the Baymonds, my brothers."

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