On the Seven Towers

Franco led a 1,500-man regiment under his command to advance under the enemy's gunfire. There were only about a hundred soldiers in the Tower of China facing this direction. Among those people, there were about sixty or seventy people holding guns, and there were seven or eight small cannons firing shells at him at a very fast speed. However, even with such a small number of people, at a distance of less than two hundred meters, he caused serious damage to his team.

The elite warriors of the family behind him could not resist these bullets as long as their blood was slightly weak, and even those high-level blood warriors could not resist them with their bodies if they were shells.

And those beast warriors who looked strong were not much stronger than ordinary people if they were hit by bullets. Basically, they would lose their combat effectiveness if they were hit by one or two bullets. And those who were near the landing point of the shells were unlikely to be spared, and were often killed directly.

Although there were mages who opened shields, the range was limited after all, and people were still constantly shot and fell.

Franco's shoulder armor had disappeared, and a large piece of his chest armor had shattered. There was a palm-sized blood stain on his exposed shoulder, which was the result of him taking a shell for a family descendant in order to save her. Although it was just some minor injuries that did not affect the battle for him, it was terrifying enough that a group of weaklings could use weapons to cause damage to a blood master like him.

They rushed to a place only a hundred meters away from the Chinese Tower army, and a golden light suddenly burst out in front of them. The light was brighter than the light of his bright lion, giving him a palpitating feeling.

"Get out of the way!" Franco roared, he felt the terrible energy contained in the light. If this light was allowed to hit, and the energy in it exploded here, then the elite of their family would definitely suffer heavy losses.

At the moment when the light hit, Franco blocked his eyes with his arms, and the power of light in his blood boiled out. A crystal-clear barrier formed around him. Just as Franco was setting up defenses, the light finally came close. In a trance, Franco saw that it was a shining warhammer.

The moment the warhammer intersected with the barrier, with a loud bang, the warhammer burst out a destructive wave of energy. The violent magic mixed with smoke and dust swept the ground around Franco, and Franco himself and dozens of soldiers around him were blown away.

When the light and smoke dispersed, a big pit was left on the ground. Franco was pushed more than 20 meters away by the explosion and fell to the ground. Because he used the barrier, he did not receive fatal injuries, but the armor on his arms had been shattered. The two thick arms were bent in a weird posture, and it was obvious that there were many fractures. The skin on his arms seemed to have been cut by countless blades. Not even a piece of intact skin was left, and blood was everywhere. But among his family troops, except for a few people close to him who were protected by the barrier and suffered some injuries of varying severity, those who were not included in the barrier suffered the complete impact of the explosion. The few people closest to the barrier were all wiped out by this blow, and the few people farther away were directly killed by the explosion. Many people farther away were blown away, most of them had broken bones and lost their combat effectiveness.

This explosion, both in terms of momentum and power, far exceeded the mortar shells that had just fallen. The power of this blow not only defeated half of the family elite led by Franco, but also knocked down more than 200 beast warriors behind.

Seeing the commander and his family's team of masters being knocked to the ground, the beast soldiers behind immediately became chaotic. It was already extremely difficult to advance under the artillery fire. If it weren't for these masters at the forefront, the beast soldiers would have collapsed long ago. However, the blows they had endured along the way had pushed them to the brink of collapse, and this astonishing blow completely broke the nerves of many people. Who knows if there will be another such blow next?

Someone shouted: "Run!"

The entire beast regiment was like a group of disturbed sparrows, running away in all directions.

The commander of the beast regiment yelled: "Stop them for me, these damn bastards! I want them..."

But it happened that a shell fell from the sky and landed on his position, raising a cloud of smoke, cutting off his words. Once the commander died, even the low-level officers who were still gathering the team gave up and simply joined the ranks of escape. The beast regiment was completely defeated.

The warhammer that caused the explosion lost its golden light and flew back with the power of the explosion. In front of the left wing of the Chinese Tower, a tired figure took two steps forward and reached out to catch it. It was the high-ranking war angel Anar.

Anar knelt on one knee, with her left arm on her left knee, panting. She was sweating all over, and the light wings behind her were flickering. In the previous attack, she had blessed herself with several strength and endurance magics, raising her body functions to the limit, and then added various damage-increasing magics to the warhammer, and finally almost exhausted her fighting spirit, so that she had such momentum and power. But it was just such a blow that became the last iron ingot that crushed the left wing of the Empire. Anar looked at the scattered enemy troops, and a smug smile appeared on her tired face.

Franco endured the severe pain in his hand and climbed up from the ground with difficulty. From the direct confrontation just now, he truly felt the opponent's strength, which was an overwhelming advantage. He didn't know how the opponent launched such a blow, but he knew he couldn't do it. Although those who can become masters are determined and tough, facing such an enemy, he couldn't help but feel timid in his heart.

"Uncle! Is it that person who did it?" His niece is also a high-level blood warrior who just survived because of his barrier. She pointed to the muscular figure with light wings floating behind him in the camp of the Tower of China and asked.

Franco sighed, "It's actually a war angel... This is the power of magic and martial arts. That war hammer is a real artifact, so it has such power."

"What should we do?"

Franco looked at his broken arm and said, "My arm can no longer continue to fight, and so many people in the family have fallen. Even if we face the emperor, we have fulfilled our noble obligations. What else can we say? Retreat!"

After that, he retreated without hesitation with the remaining family elites around him.

Anar looked at the retreating Franco from a distance and snorted coldly, "Oh, blood master? What a bunch of trash."