The Creators: From Night City

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Through the link, He can more clearly sense everyone's current state, their courage, passion, panic, and burning anger.

The gun barrels are roaring!

The gun barrels were roaring madly!

The Slayer drove the anchor deep into the ground and unleashed a barrage of firepower at the approaching horde of demons. Every moment, the ejected shell casings scattered like snowflakes.

The golden, explosive blades slashed left and right, each swing claiming several lives. Dozens of such blades were wielding simultaneously throughout the entire position.

But the demons still surged forward, pushing and shoving each other, one after another, their mouths drooling and their eyes flashing with bloodthirsty rage.

They are demons who have fought against the High Heavens since their inception, and they are by no means weak.

The corrupted rogues rained down arrows and javelins, covering the battle line formed by the 'Apostles', while a barrage of fireballs and lightning bolts was unleashed on the 'Apostles' positions by the Fallen Wizards and Crippled Monsters.

Casualties continued to emerge.

Jiang Bing merely watched this scene without intervening. War is not a merciful thing, and fledgling eagles must learn to fly alone.

For this reason, we are willing to pay any price.

The Demon Overlord revealed its true form to everyone for the first time. It was quite large, fat and bloated, and like its subordinates, it held a long whip, yet it moved with remarkable agility.

It, along with dozens of its subordinates, held the rear of the legion.

A smart mine-laying drone flew too close to it, and it seized the opportunity to swing its long whip, which exploded into a fireball in mid-air from a distance of tens of meters.

The whip's shadow was so fast it was almost invisible.

Dozens of banshees took flight from behind the demon battle formation, taking advantage of their aerial superiority to unleash elemental projectiles and begin their magical bombardment.

Meanwhile, several triangular-shaped space fighters and humanoid mechs took to the skies from the Rogue Encampment. These aerial weapons, braving the concentrated fire of the corrupted Rogue forces, which were comparable to anti-aircraft guns, used crashes as a bargaining chip. Some of them unleashed their firepower on the demon horde, which was about to enter its final sprint, carving countless bloody craters into the demon horde. Others flew in the air, engaging in fierce battles with the banshees.

Another group of fighter jets and mechs charged toward the distant Hell Catapults, preparing to destroy them with their powerful firepower.

A large number of drones took off, only to be partially destroyed by arrows. The newly launched intelligent mine-laying drones were basically flying with the goal of mutual destruction from the very beginning. After dropping all the mines in their bellies, they would often plunge directly into the flying banshees, collide with them, and explode into a huge fireball.

Meanwhile, in Kasha's camp, Kasha finally lowered her arm, which had been raised for so long. The Rogues, who had been resting and recuperating, finally found an outlet for their anger, and began to fire arrows wildly, providing long-range support for the reinforcements.

To be honest, a distance of a kilometer leaves no room for error for these Rogge players.

Their arrows are so fast that they can match the speed of a semi-automatic weapon, and their power is comparable to an electromagnetic sniper rifle, while also dealing various elemental damage.

Flavi alone contributed a swarm of arrows. With just one arrow, she blasted hundreds of magical arrows into the air, clearing out the demon horde within a range of forty to fifty meters.

Her subsequent bow draws even created phantoms, allowing her to single-handedly defend an entire sector.

Kasha simply held her emerald green longbow, not making a move, but staring intently at the obese warlord, monitoring his every move.

Despite the deployment of such extensive long-range firepower, not all the demons could be wiped out before the defensive line. Although only one in ten demons managed to reach the front line, some lucky ones managed to survive the dense barrage of fire, or were able to approach the line due to a temporary gap in firepower. In any case, when a Fallen warrior with half his face sliced ​​off by shrapnel raised his battle axe and viciously slashed at an Apostle's raised alloy sword, it signaled that the battle had entered its most brutal close-quarters combat phase.

This brings us to the demons' territory.

Due to a firepower vacuum, a large number of demons surged forward like a tide at one of the defensive lines. The black wall of men showed no sign of retreating. Many warriors threw down their guns, drew their melee weapons, and engaged the enemy in close combat, using their flesh and blood to block the demons' onslaught.

A fierce battle erupted here in an instant.

On a battlefield of this scale, dodging is practically useless. The apostles are surrounded by their comrades who have entrusted their lives to them, and behind them are heavy armored vehicles that are constantly pouring fire. They cannot retreat, and there is nowhere for them to retreat.

Therefore, their counterattacks often involve trading injury for injury.

As the commander, Flying Eagle, who was closer to the front and on the reserve line, took the lead in rushing to provide support, showing no special consideration for himself despite being the commander.

He sidestepped and used his right-hand chainsaw to deflect the long-handled axe that a goat-headed demon was swinging at him, parrying the axe blade to the side with a style of cat-style witcher. In his left hand, he ruthlessly fired two shots at the opponent's chest with his explosive pistol, instantly turning the opponent's intestines inside out.

A hundred martial arts techniques, this is American-style iaido.

Chapter 708 Flesh and Blood Aggregation Monster

As the saying goes, marksmanship is a technique, and ballistics is a principle; disregarding martial ethics is also a form of martial ethics.

Eagle didn't care about any of that. He kicked the 'open-minded' demon in front of him to the ground and fired another shot at the head to prevent the demon from possibly coming back to life.

As the saying goes, "Two shots to the chest and one to the head," even Baal would shake his head if he came.

Aside from the melee demons who are lucky enough to get close despite being under a hail of bullets, the greatest threat to the 'Apostles' is the demons with ranged attack capabilities and the corrupted Rogues. As the distance between the two sides continues to shrink, the attacks of these enemies gradually begin to penetrate the armor of the 'Apostles' and become deadly.

One spear was dodged by the eagle as it ducked, but he had no choice but to take the hit head-on from the other arrow, as he simply couldn't dodge it in time.

As a Native American, archery was Eagle's forte, but he never imagined that his heavy steel armor would one day be pierced by a wooden arrow.

A magical world, indeed magical.

The arrow pierced his flesh, but the dark magic swirling around it was immediately extinguished by the boiling golden flames within his body. The subsequent pain, suppressed by his powerful, modified physique, did not affect Flying Eagle's subsequent slashes and shots in the slightest.

He was injured, but not fatally.

Every moment, demons rushing to the front lines are cleaved in two, pierced through the heart, slammed into the face by explosive bombs at close range, and pinned to the ground by cold arrows that the Rogues precisely pierce through every gap. But every moment, 'Apostles' are also pierced by spears offered up by demons, their armor flattened by blunt weapons, pierced by arrows and javelins, and their limbs severed by giant soldiers.

War kills people.

Numerous fireballs were hurled by the 'Spellcaster Apostles,' while some apostles, confident in their melee abilities, drew their longswords, imbuing them with surging golden spellcaster flames, and engaged in a fierce battle with their enemies.

The power of this flame is clearly stronger than any monomolecular blade. Demons are often only slightly attacked, but they are affected by the excruciating pain of the flame burning their souls, causing them to lose their balance.

One of the "Slayers" was completely rendered useless and rendered unusable for the first time since the start of the war, while another "Arbiter" had most of its joints melted by fireballs fired at its comrades in battle, rendering it immobile and allowing the demons to swarm it and overwhelm it.

Life becomes a cold bargaining chip at this moment.

Damn it!

Kasha was furious about the casualties among the 'Apostles'. "Where are Zul's reinforcements? Where is his undead legion?!"

If there were those fearless, death-insensitive undead, the demons would have no chance to breach the positions set up by the 'Apostles'. They would be crushed by overwhelming ranged firepower in the ensuing struggle with the undead.

But war doesn't offer so many "what ifs".

The battle lines were constantly under attack, with people sacrificing themselves at every moment. Some were pulled away by the support troops or the Palicoes, and the gaps were filled by others. Deaths continued to occur, but the battle lines were never breached.

Despite the fierce attacks of the demons, they were still unable to fundamentally break through the defensive formation of the 'Apostles'.

If they cannot break through the battle lines, they will not escape the fate of being lined up and shot.

It's important to understand that firearms are not like spears or other cold weapons. While people might not be able to get through on the battlefield, bullets can still hit them. The demons' grouped attacks were completely ineffective.

Cold weapons are limited by their lethal range, often allowing the enemy to concentrate their forces and break through from one point to the whole area. But firearms don't care about that. If there's someone in front of you, you shoot at the person in front of you. If there's no one in front of you, enemies to the side are also within your attack range and you shoot them without hesitation!

It can be said that no matter how the demons change their formation, they always have to withstand attacks from all firearms within range.

The warlord wished he had a squad of withered vengeful spirits under his command (a type of demon skilled in spatial magic, capable of opening portals remotely) to eliminate the fatal factor of distance.

But this is a sanctuary. Sorry, but with the world barrier in place, these powerful demons can forget about ever descending.

Unless Hell launches a massive invasion of Sanctuary and forcefully breaks through the world's barrier, their desire for their true forms to descend is nothing but wishful thinking.

Even Andariel, the Queen of Pain, had to use the body of a Rogue as a springboard to bypass the restrictions of the Sanctuary world barrier and descend to the mortal realm. Even so, her power was still suppressed and weakened.

As for other demons, the sanctuary doesn't have enough suitable bodies for them to use.

Therefore, the warlord's idea was nothing but wishful thinking.

The battle continues.

The roar of gunfire is the best embellishment for this moment.

The number of demons is rapidly dwindling, but the seemingly weak defenses in front of them remain impenetrable.

Just then, a group of crippled demons suddenly parted their forms, and two hideous, bloated 'flesh-and-blood amalgamations'—clearly made of pieces of corpses pieced together—rushed out from the demon ranks.

They are lifeless monsters, excellent meat shields, and natural mobile cover.

Several banshees lurked behind it, waiting for an opportunity to unleash vicious hellish magic on the front lines, causing massive casualties.

A large amount of firepower began to converge on them, but the bombs hit these piles of corpses as if they were hitting cold, lifeless objects. Blood and bones were indeed blown everywhere, and the bodies were indeed cratered and pitted, but the two moving piles of corpses just stood still.

They have no vital points; they are composed of filthy flesh and dark magic, and they will not stop moving until this magic is exhausted.

Dozens of nearby 'spellcaster apostles' surrounded them.

Their single-sided cloaks fluttered as they ran at high speed, yet the fireballs they carried remained completely undisturbed by the air currents.

The fireballs were hurled at the two 'flesh-and-blood aggregators'.

The physical explosion damage of these spell fireballs may not be as great as that of two high-explosive shells, but they are surprisingly effective against the dark magic within monsters.

The golden flames constantly reacted with, clashed with, and annihilated the dark magic.

The smell of barbecue began to fill the air.

However, these two piles of flesh were not the warlord's trump card; the warlord himself was the real trump card.

At this point in the battle, the demons were clearly at a disadvantage, but the warlord still held onto the hope of turning the tide—himself.

As a commander capable of leading thousands of demons, Andariel entrusted so many demons to it because of its power.

They are formidable in both leadership and combat capabilities.

Demons are not a kind-hearted species. If the warlord himself couldn't fight them, the way they wielded the whip would have stabbed him in the back long ago, and he would have committed suicide.

Chapter 709 General vs. General

It led its minions on horseback, and taking advantage of the opportunity when the two 'flesh-and-blood agglomeration monsters' drew away most of the firepower, it suddenly unleashed a gray aura of despair, covering an area of ​​dozens of meters in radius, granting all the demon assault teams a powerful buff, making them start to launch a frenzied counterattack as if they had taken stimulants.

The final charge has begun.

Its blood-stained whip could extend for dozens of meters, and any 'apostle' that stood in its way would often be whipped away the moment they met.

Despite its enormous size, the obese body was surprisingly agile. With the aid of its long arms that could reach the ground even when standing, the Demon Overlord ran and jumped, taking the lead and breaking through the blockade of several 'Apostles', approaching the main gate of the Rogue Encampment for the first time.

Its tiny eyes, hidden behind its helmet, could even see Jiang Bing standing behind the crowd, and the thin, panicked old, weak, sick, and disabled people in the camp.

Of course, it also saw the [Heavenly Punishment] cannons turning towards it, as well as an Edos-type human in a magnificent nanosuit, whose armor was as exquisite as that of the birdmen of the High Heaven.

The surrounding firepower was concentrated on it and its minions, but it was enough to shatter the attacks of other demons for the first time.

The magical barrier that appeared around the warlord absorbed all the attacks, but the long whip in his hand was no match for it.

This is the effect of powerful single-target force; a single demon can break through the defenses that thousands of demons have been unable to breach for a long time.

This is the true meaning of breaking through the surface by focusing on a single point.

Once it got close enough to the defensive line, it raised its head and roared, unleashing a visible sound wave. At the same time, its entire body was filled with magical energy, ready to unleash a massacre.

However, a fully charged explosive arrow shattered the shield in front of it and sent it flying.

Humanity is not without powerful forces; how can we allow it to act so arrogantly?

In reality, there are countless powerful heroes in the shelter, they just haven't gathered here yet.

Kasha's shooting style was the complete opposite of Flavi's. The latter had an extremely fast rate of fire, and his attacks were precise and agile. He could often unleash a rain of arrows with a single draw of his bow, and in just a few seconds, he could unleash a barrage of attacks like a flood.

But Kasha is different. She doesn't draw her bow quickly, and her shooting speed is usually very slow. However, when she draws her green longbow to its full extent, each shot is incredibly powerful.

Kasha has been conserving his strength since the beginning of the war, all for this moment.

The Amazonian woman, with smoky makeup and scantily clad, leaped lightly from the six- or seven-meter-high watchtower and landed in front of the warlord.

When kings clash with kings, or generals with generals, it's not just for morale boosting; it's because battles between these powerful warriors are generally difficult for ordinary people to intervene in.

Although the warlord's gesture of raising his hand was ugly, the whip he pulled out directly created a large crater where Kasha had originally stood.

The leader of the Rogues had white energy swirling around his legs, and instead of retreating, he advanced, closing in on the warlord.

With the bow drawn to its fullest extent and the arrows flying like shooting stars, Kasha fired seven or eight arrows in just over ten meters, leaving the warlord covered in arrows like a target. After reaching a certain distance, she gracefully flipped to the side with one hand to avoid the opponent's whipping, dodging while turning around to draw an arrow from the quiver at her waist, drawing and nocking the arrow at the same time.

The bow was no ordinary bow, and the arrows were no ordinary arrows either. Kasha did not use magic to condense arrows for attack, but instead used physical arrows against the norm, and there was a reason for that.

The arrow was covered in red patterns, clearly enchanted, and with the added magic of Kasha himself, it shone so brightly that it looked as if it were made of pure lava.

No sooner said than done.

As soon as the rollover maneuver ended, the Amazon had already drawn her bow to its fullest extent.

Bombard!

She fired this arrow with the effect of a shotgun. The moment the arrow left the bowstring, it multiplied into two, then four, instantly turning into hundreds of arrows. These arrows, like bullets from an intelligent weapon, all spun and found the demon overlord, piercing him through the heart.

However, the Demon Overlord had no conscience, so after enduring Kasha's attack, it still appeared vigorous and had the strength to retaliate.

A gray magical whirlwind was whipped out like a spinning top by it, swirling forward and successfully forcing the Amazon who was drawing her bow and shooting arrows back.

The enemy's hasty shots were due to insufficient force, and were easily deflected by the warlord or blocked by the arm guards.

It took the opportunity to move forward, only to find a dazzling fireball rising from not far away, and then slowly falling towards it as if it had eyes.