However, the enemy's offensive did not stop, but instead intensified.
After that, more than a dozen stone pillars roared down from the sky, and the smoke and red mist lifted up together, almost obscuring the moonlight; gravel crackled on the ground, making it difficult to even look up—even the legendary doomsday disaster was nothing compared to this scene. One of them happened to fall on the iron box stacking area, and the huge impact without warning blew Danny directly away. By the time he reacted, he was already lying on his back on the ground.
"Ugh... damn," he coughed twice, feeling a sharp pain in his chest, and his mouth was filled with the salty taste of rust. "Maiya, are you... alright?"
"I'm fine," Maiya's anxious voice rang in his ears, "but you're injured!"
"I guess I probably broke a rib or two?" Danny gasped, enduring the stinging pain. "It's nothing serious. As long as it doesn't stop me from pulling the trigger, I can still fight—"
He groped back and forth with his hand until the familiar touch entered his palm, and he felt relieved—thank goodness, his gun was still there.
"No, you have to get out of here, as quickly as possible!" Maiya's voice was almost pleading.
Danny struggled to sit up, leaning against the iron box behind him, which was already twisted and deformed.
Just this small movement almost exhausted all his strength.
In front of him, a black stone pillar, like a high wall, was spewing bursts of red mist, as if about to activate.
Danny slowly raised his gun, his chest unable to exert any force. He rested it on his shoulder, using his knee as a gun rest—at a distance of less than ten meters, he didn't think he would miss.
"Enough, stop trying to be brave! Why don't you leave?"
For a moment, he felt that this was both Maiya's scream and himself asking himself.
Because I don't want to be far from the smell of gunpowder, and I don't want you to disappear...
The slab fell with a bang, and the gunshot rang out at the same moment—
His old friend in his hand did not disappoint him.
Even before the enemy could tear open the wrapped sac, the bullet had already pierced the location of the target's head.
But this time, the devil did not collapse.
It walked out of the cylinder indifferently, shook off the broken sac stuck to its body, and revealed its full appearance in front of Danny.
It was a devil much larger than a Feral Demon, covered in bizarre armor from head to toe. When the opponent stood up straight, its elongated shadow enveloped him, as if it were covering the sky and the sun. In this darkness, only the enemy's eyes were flashing red.
Danny loaded a second bullet into the chamber and pulled the trigger again.
Only a soft clang was heard, and sparks shot out from the devil's chest. At the same time, faint blue ripples appeared, like the surface of water being rippled.
The devil stared at him coldly, and walked towards him step by step.
It did not reveal its weapon, nor did it speed up its pace. This was undoubtedly a contempt that was beyond words.
Danny mechanically repeated the movements in his hand—pulling the bolt, firing, and shooting, while the opponent allowed the bullets to hit his body, completely unmoved.
"No..." Maiya sobbed in despair.
As he fired for the fourth time, a dazzling burst of fire suddenly erupted from the devil's chest!
"Bang!"
With a deafening bang, the opponent was directly knocked away, rolling and crashing into the iron boxes.
Looking at the smoking muzzle, Danny couldn't help but be stunned.
Then a man stood in front of him.
"Fall back, mortal," the man said, turning his face slightly. "You are no match for it. We will take over from here."
He held a firearm of astonishing caliber in his hand, and the bullets in his waist were almost as thick as his wrist. Obviously, this was not something ordinary people could bear. And the comer was also wrapped in armor from head to toe, looking somewhat similar to the devil.
"Special Tactics Squad."
A thought flashed through Danny's mind.
Since their debut in the first expedition war,
this unit has become the most mysterious unit in the First Army. They never appear in training, and no one knows their exact number or garrison. The only thing that is certain is that they are all selected by His Majesty and can be said to be the most elite combat force in Neverwinter.
"Roar——————————!"
The devil crawled out of the leaning iron boxes and let out a soul-stirring roar—unlike the previous contempt, it finally changed its attitude and took out a double-edged greatsword from its back.
"Heh, a high-level devil promoted from a Hell Lord, no wonder the magic reaction is so strong." The man rushed towards the enemy without fear, "And our continuation to this day is for this moment!"
Several warriors wearing the same attire followed closely behind—after this group joined the battle, the situation gradually changed. Despite carrying an amazing weight, they could move around at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, cornering the enemy step by step. And their fighting style can only be described as barbaric and rough. After emptying their ammunition, they didn't look for cover to reload, but instead inserted bayonets like beheading knives and hacked at the enemy like crazy!
Although the devil also had agility that did not match its size, it was surrounded by several lunatics on all sides at the same time, and the blue ripples on its body had become increasingly dim, obviously consuming a lot of energy.
As expected of the warriors secretly cultivated by His Majesty.
But this is also his stage—
Let himself back down? Unless he completely stopped breathing.
Danny gritted his teeth and moved his body, using himself as a gun stand, and aimed the scope at the battlefield.
When a Feral Demon attempting to sneak attack the Special Tactics Squad from behind was shot down by a sniper rifle, the man turned his head and stared at him from afar.
Danny pulled back the bolt and forcefully sucked the smoke that had not yet dissipated into his lungs—the stinging pain and intoxication were mixed together, forming an indescribable taste.
This feeling is really great, isn't it? Maiya.
……
"Damn it! What the hell is the artillery battalion doing?"
"Can you make these damn stone needle rains stop for a moment!"
"They wouldn't have thrown a bunch of recruits who just enlisted to the front line, right?"
In the outer trench of the camp, soldiers were constantly complaining under the eaves, and Yuwan was also one of them. Although his position was the anti-aircraft machine gun team, what flew over the night sky from time to time were not Dread Beasts, but even more bizarre things—now it was not a good idea to stand outside and operate a machine gun.
After being awakened by the attack, they immediately entered the defense line according to the emergency regulations. It wasn't that they didn't encounter devils on the road, but they were quickly shot down by crossfire and mortars. Facts have proved that the defense line has not been impacted in any way, and the comrades on duty even asked them in confusion who they were shooting at. Just when everyone thought that the next step would be to clear out those scattered invaders, a new order came from above—no matter what the battle situation inside the camp was, they must not leave the trenches and were to prepare on the spot to meet the real enemy.
A group of devils were flanking the camp from the southeast, and they were the main force of this night attack.
Yuwan couldn't help but think of the expedition war months ago—the enemies that swarmed in were like a tide, and their running speed was faster than horses, which was frightening to even look at. Fortunately, the First Army had made preparations early, and the dense firepower had stifled the enemy at a distance of two hundred meters.
But now, the defense line does not have reassuring solid bunkers, artillery support is late, and there will be a wave of explosions from time to time overhead, plus the extremely poor visibility at night, he does not know whether this battle can be as smooth as last time.
"They're coming!" someone suddenly shouted, "Distance is fifteen hundred, everyone prepare!"
Fifteen hundred meters? It's good enough to see things two hundred meters away on such a night! Obviously, the one who gave the news was the witch Miss with the all-seeing eye. However, the orders from above are absolute. As long as the order to fire is given, you can't retreat even if knives fall from the sky. Yuwan couldn't help but bite his teeth and prepared to enter the machine gun position.
Just then, the long whistle of a train suddenly came from a distance!