On the Seven Towers

Swords crossed.

Magic shot.

Sudden barrier.

Flying enemies.

Huang Zheng felt that he had been fighting and fighting. In that dark cave, there was a door leading to the night. That door did not represent hope, but represented endless enemies. He and everyone around him were fighting desperately. Enemies were constantly being eliminated, but comrades also died.

In this battle like a meat grinder, human life is insignificant. No matter which world you come from, no matter how great your talent is, in the end there are only two results: persist or fall.

Huang Zheng didn't know how long he had been fighting. It seemed that hundreds of people fell beside him. Surrounding him, there was always the smell of blood and death.

He was not unfamiliar with this smell, and it could even be traced back to a very early stage in his life. At that time, he was only seven years old. He secretly saw his father collecting debts for others. He took his cousin who was more than ten years older than him to cut blood grooves on the creditor's arm with a knife, and then broke the creditor's legs. The man's painful wailing is still deeply engraved in his mind. He was scared to vomit at that time, but he would not vomit again after seeing anything.

In the days when he grew up slowly, he mingled in the market, fought, chopped people, collected protection fees, and saw blood in many dark corners of the city. Fortunately, although God made him born in such a family, he gave him a useful mind and a strict but responsible class teacher, so that he and his young friends parted ways from a certain point in time and finally came to Huaxia University. However, this scene now brought back many of his dusty memories.

He fought, as if he was fighting in a cycle without stopping. Slowly, all his actions were attributed to instinct, and his thoughts began to drift away, drifting to a high place, and then everything was broken. A sharp pain came from his back, and he woke up.

The previous battle overdrew his strength. In the doorway, they encountered an unprecedented strong enemy. Huang Zheng and his men killed more enemies than themselves, but they were annihilated because of the huge gap. The last blow injured him severely. He felt that he was lying on the ground and covered by something. He couldn't even get up and look up to observe the surrounding scene. He barely used the remaining mental power to extract the surrounding life and healing magic to infuse the wound, slightly stopped the bleeding, and then tried to raise his head and open his eyes.

The scene he saw made him tense up all over, and the wound on his back once again felt a sharp pain. He saw that the originally arranged positions had been breached, and a large number of guards began to retreat, while others had already collapsed. The only one who was still holding the position was the front blocking force led by Shi Hao, but by this time they had become the rear guard.

Shi Hao only had 40 or 50 men left. If he had not had a reserve force composed of half masters, he would not have been able to hold on until now. But at this time his defense line was already shaky.

Although Huang Zheng was seriously injured and his mind was a little confused, he could clearly tell that Shi Hao was very close to defeat.

After the soldiers fought hand-to-hand, the guns were very easy to accidentally injure, and the effect was greatly reduced. Most of the ordinary soldiers with guns in his team and all the artillery had retreated, leaving only melee fighters, magicians and some soldiers with the best marksmanship. The soldiers blocked the mage gunners behind them to resist the impact of the black guards, while the mages provided shields to offset the magic attacks from the opposite side. The gunners had difficulty hitting the fast-moving soldiers nearby, so they concentrated their firepower on the black guard mages.

Huang Zheng found that the black guards also suffered heavy losses. There were many black guard bodies lying on the several roads leading out. The most dead were in the direction of Shi Hao's interception. Just when Huang Zheng woke up, another black guard warrior was killed in front of the formation by Shi Hao's soldiers and mages. A black guard mage a little further away was shot dead after his shield was penetrated. At the same time, four or five people fell in front of Shi Hao's team.

More black guards surrounded a man with dragon wings on his back and dragon claws on his hands and walked out of the doorway. There was a mage and a soldier beside him who always guarded him closely. The "dragon man" said in a hoarse voice: "Molett, you haven't dealt with these people yet?"

The Black Guard general who was supervising the battle hurried forward and said: "Your Majesty, these people... are very tenacious."

Your Majesty? It turned out to be Emperor Alfred? Huang Zheng was shocked when he looked at the "dragon man", but this person's characteristics can match all the rumors about the emperor.

"The enemy's tenacity is the time to show your fighting spirit. Do you still need my help?" Emperor Alfred asked. When he transformed, his voice seemed particularly cold, which made Molett shudder.

"No, no, I will go into battle myself right away." Molett called up the surrounding guards and joined the battle group besieging Shi Hao. Alfred said to the mage beside him: "Master Gandas, help them."

"Yes." Gandas replied respectfully.

He waved his hands in the air for a long time, and large and small stones appeared in the sky, mixed with scorching breath, and fell into the middle of Shi Hao's team. These sudden meteorites became the last weight to break the balance of the shield. The shield collapsed, and huge stones fell into the guard army, and miserable shouts came from inside. As soon as the meteorite rain passed, the surrounding black guards immediately broke into the chaotic front and killed the remaining guards like cutting melons and vegetables. Shi Hao was personally targeted by the black guard general, and a hole was poked in his body by the other party as soon as he met.

"Shi Hao!" Huang Zheng watched Shi Hao being stabbed in the shoulder by a spear by the other party. He was extremely anxious. He looked at Emperor Alfred and made a crazy decision. He began to gather his mental strength and prepared to cast a magic on the emperor. He knew that he would not be spared. If he could create a chaos for Shi Hao and give him a chance to escape, it would be worth it.

"You are the commander of this team, right? I admire your courage and command. But now you have no chance. His Majesty Emperor Alfred of the Purple Eagle Empire behind me, surrender to him. His Majesty always appreciates heroes."

"Hehe." Shi Hao held a sword in one hand and covered his shoulder with the other hand, and blood flowed down his fingers. "Is this the emperor? He is so ugly!"

"Asshole!" Mollett launched a series of stabs in anger. Finally, one blow pierced Shi Hao's chest.

The raging fighting spirit exploded in Shi Hao's chest. Shi Hao looked down at his chest, then looked up at the sky, and gently uttered a word: "Du Mei..."