The knight in the abyss

Chapter 659 There is still a chance
It didn't take long for Lancelot to return to the mercenaries. They had completely wiped out the enemy army they had fought with at first, and now they had bitten another devil army and were attacking the flank of the enemy army.The human knight saw the rising hexapod in the crowd for the first time, and his partner was fighting bloody not far from the snake, so he found a suitable angle and drove the nightmare under his crotch towards Over there rushed over.

It's unfair to equate Lancelot's current mount with an ordinary war horse.The biggest horse he had seen before was not more than six feet tall at the shoulders, and this Nightmare, which he had strengthened with the abyss aura, was more than seven feet tall at the shoulders, and the bulging muscles all over his body were even more astonishing. Be strong with it.

Therefore, when this demonic horse weighing more than [-] pounds sprinted at a speed of more than ninety miles per hour, the movement it made was like a rhinoceros with a spear stuck in its ass.At the last moment before the collision, Nightmare let out a high-pitched, frantic hiss, and instantly increased the speed by three points.

The devil infantry in front of Lancelot was knocked away like a bowling pin, and he himself was shot out by a catapult.After knocking down more than fifteen bearded demons in a row, Nightmare finally exhausted its own momentum, but its two front hooves raised in turn, kicking the head of an enemy who thought it had escaped, making himself Today's kill count is one more.

"Thank you, buddy." Lancelot dismounted from his horse, and chopped down another enemy with the half-handed sword in his hand, "Your mission has been completed, and I can do it by myself!"

Nightmare let out a grievance-filled neigh, and at the same time raised its hind hooves, and easily kicked another Xumo who was approaching from behind and flew out.

"Ha, Lancelot! This big black horse hasn't had enough!" Brutal's cheerful voice sounded beside him, as the dwarf was getting up from the corpse of a devil whose calf had disappeared, "We're going to Winning, it would be too cruel to let it go back at this time!"

"It's a pity that the opposite is true, but I like your positive attitude," Lancelot said, stepping sideways to avoid a swung blade, and at the same time tapped the tip of his sword on his opponent's knee.Sumo knelt down beside him, Lancelot swung his sword and beheaded, turned his head and said to his mount, "What we are going to deal with is the devil, can you tell the difference?"

Nightmare raised its hooves again and knocked a bearded demon to the ground, which was regarded as an answer with action.

"Okay." Lancelot shrugged, "Then I won't cancel the summoning, and you can go back by yourself when you are satisfied."
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As the battle group moved towards the volcano castle bit by bit, the remaining devil army became smaller and smaller, but no matter how many comrades fell, these invaders from Bator Hell always maintained a very tight formation, so The rate of casualties did not increase significantly.

When the furthest Sumo stepped onto the stairs of the Volcano Fortress, the size of the demon army was only about one-third of the size before the war, which was less than those planned by the demon generals, but it was completely acceptable .

The premise is that they can really retreat into the volcano castle.

The dense formation passed by, and a few soroes felt as if they had stepped on some kind of container, but their callused soles were not injured, and the formation was moving, so of course they couldn't stop to see what they stepped on .However, only ten seconds later, a sudden change occurred, and several vines as thick as buckets suddenly emerged from the ground near the entrance stairs.

These vines grew very quickly, almost like thick smoke rising from a bonfire, and quickly coiled into a low wall about five feet high, and the surface was covered with dagger-like spikes.

The devil army formation that had always been orderly was really disturbed now. The soldiers in front continued to retreat according to the order, but they pressed the bodies of the same kind against the spiked wall that suddenly appeared, and let out a miserable cry. Call.

"This scene looks familiar." Aramiel glanced at Lancelot, who was concentrating on those vines, with his empty left hand making a strange gesture, "Inspired by Pascole ?”

Due to the limited space, the mercenaries have already retreated from the front line - it is not a wise move to stand in front of a group of red-eyed demons.The sudden appearance of the wall of thorns worked wonders, blocking the retreat of the devils at the last moment, preventing them from retreating into the fortress they had just stolen.Also, there was no movement from the spellcasters who were supposed to be there earlier, and they were supposed to create a huge cloud of fire around the stairway entrance for cover instead of a damn wall of thorns blocking the friendly retreat.

But unfortunately, only those poor Sumo infantry were blocked.Any mid-level devil could easily jump over this low wall, and they didn't hesitate at all.In the original plan, these little soldiers were to be sacrificed. If they survived, maybe they would have more competitors at the same level.

Of course, the high-ranking commanders still issued orders to deal with those vines as soon as possible. Some demons with spellcasting ability cast dispelling magic on the vines, but were shocked to find that it had no effect at all.Burning with fire doesn't work either, those vines seem to be full of water and can't be ignited at all; the chopping of weapons can work normally, but the efficiency is not good, but it seems that it is the best choice at the moment...

As the mid-level devils gradually left the field, the speed of the death song suddenly accelerated. Although the three deep hell fiends were still standing at the front and resisted tenaciously, this could not stop the infantry under their command like snow under the scorching sun. ablation.What made the devils even more desperate was that when they finally carved a gap through the wall of thorns, the thorns suddenly started to wriggle as if they were alive, and quickly filled the gap...

As the situation became more and more dangerous, the three deep hell fiends knew it was time to give up.Relying on the cover of the last surviving more than 1000 beard demons, they successfully retreated to the volcano fortress, and the remnants of the remaining devils under the full attack of the four Barlow generals took less than 10 minutes. They were slaughtered, and the ground was covered with broken corpses, blood accumulated up to the ankles, and a disgusting stench.

"We have won... right?" Brutal looked at Aramiel uncertainly, "Why is no one cheering?"

"If you can grow a little taller, you can see what happened before." The elf priest shook his head with some regret, "But the enemy's remaining troops are not many, maybe the coalition forces still have a chance..."

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