I picked up the dragon girl at the beginning and I used artillery fire to liberate the other world

The wind stopped the noise, and thick smoke rolled up, dyeing the sky a bit ink-black.

The battle was still going on, and as if sensing the sorrow of the land, dark clouds gathered and began to drizzle.

The army of the Ashura Empire was still launching a massive charge of 10,000 people towards the Black Iron Fort, and the bombardment of hundreds of artillery pieces could not stop them at all.

They were excited and howling, wishing they could rush into the town right now and start swinging their iron swords and butcher knives indiscriminately.

Kill one person and get a gold coin as reward!

Kill ten people and get promoted one level!

Kill a hundred people and be granted a title and a throne!

As the most insane and warlike empire, the Asuras have never known what fear is, and they are indeed brave and invincible.

As the black tide surged, the soldiers from the Fifth Division's regiments and battalions on the city wall immediately raised their automatic rifles and opened fire on the enemy.

The Maxim heavy machine guns mounted on the city wall and the five newly built six-barreled Gatling guns equipped for city defense were emitting gilded flames. The bullets turned into fire snakes, sweeping into the enemy's flesh and blood.

For a moment, the charge of hundreds of thousands of people actually seemed to be suppressed!

Looking at this equally astonishing scene, Alatus couldn't help but scratch his huge bald head. What the hell is this?

Watching his soldiers fall one after another, he could no longer remain indifferent.

Picking up the huge broadsword behind him, Alatus squatted slightly, and the muscles on his slightly bent legs suddenly swelled up like balloons. The entire ground sank at once, and the ground under his feet cracked like a spider web.

Bang~! !

A dull sound suddenly startled people, and then Atas's mountain-like body rushed towards the south wall of Black Iron Castle at a high speed like a human cannonball.

His figure was so fast that it could not be captured by the human eye. All that could be seen was the sand on the ground like a row of yellow water columns, flying up like a tidal wave. Then there was a loud bang, and a six-barreled Gatling gun on the south city wall suddenly set off a shock wave like a sonic boom.

Thick smoke billowed in all directions, broken bricks and stones slid down, the legendary power was not something that ordinary soldiers like them could stop, with every swing of the broadsword in his hand, a large section of the concrete wall would collapse.

But even so, no one retreated. They stood on the city wall, staring at the densely packed enemies below, and frantically pulled the triggers in their hands.

Looking from afar at Alatus who was madly slaughtering his own soldiers, Yellen's eyes showed a bit more determination.

He turned around, looked at the blond man in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "The rest is up to you, Flo."

"Commander, you can't go!" In just a moment, Flo knew what his good friend and boss was going to do, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

The raindrops in the sky were getting bigger and bigger. The original drizzle had turned into a heavy downpour, blurring the vision.

Yellen looked at his staff officer, put his hand on his shoulder and patted him, then grinned twice on his rain-soaked face.

“Don’t bother me! There are things we have to do, and all you have to do is defend Black Iron Castle for me! We must ensure that the people in the rear are evacuated safely!!”

After speaking loudly and casually, Yellen turned around and drew his sword, his eyes instantly became determined when he looked at the giant like a hill in the distance.

The magical elements in his body surged, and a faint golden flame attached to the silver sword. He used his legs to rush towards Alatus.

Flo watched his comrades' figures becoming blurred in the heavy rain, suppressed his worries, and began to direct the deployment of defenses in various places.

Yellen knew very well that he had no chance of defeating the enemy before him, but as a soldier, he could not retreat with the sword in his hand.

The brilliant divine power appeared, and the golden flame on the sword suddenly surged several meters, turning into a stream of light, quickly drawing an arc and slashing towards Atlas.

The blade energy passed through Alatus' waist and continued to slash forward and exploded in the enemy group. The exploding flames engulfed a large number of enemies and left a large pit more than five meters long on the ground.

However, even with such a terrifying sword, Alatus seemed to be fine.

He kicked the soldier in front of him into a pulp like a bug, then turned around with an evil smile on his face.

"Turns out there is a decent toy, hehe." Crazy laughter flowed out of his mouth, and Alatus walked towards Yellen step by step with contempt.

Behind him, he was still dragging the heavy broadsword, and just by dragging it, a deep groove was left on the ground.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and Alatus walked very slowly, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll.

But every time he took a step, an invisible pressure surged towards Yellen from all directions like a tide.

He wanted to completely defeat the Holy Knight in front of him in terms of will and psychology, watching him kneel on the ground, holding his head and crawling at his feet, watching him completely lose his mind and go crazy.

However, to his surprise, despite his growing pressure, the tiny Holy Knight in front of him still stood straight.

Just like the sword in his hand, it released its sharpness and edge straight towards him.

Alatus looked at him with a more amused look on his face. "I'm really looking forward to it! I hope you can still maintain this look after I break all your bones."

Alatus walked up to Yellen, looking down at him with his five-meter-tall body. The two men looked at each other, one full of amusement, the other full of determination.

The next moment, Alatus exerted force with his arms, and the huge broadsword slashed 180 degrees, slashing down at Yellen in front of him.

Looking at the machete falling straight down, Yellen's eyes suddenly widened. This pressure severely restricted his movements, but facing the threat of death, he still managed to dodge it.

Immediately afterwards, Yellen's figure disappeared, and he flashed and attacked Alatus frantically from all directions, with sword shadows intertwining and sparks flying.

Alatus could always take his sword moves easily, and in the end he just clenched his palm in the air, and Yellen's figure was easily grasped in his hand.

Yellen felt a huge force on his neck, a feeling of suffocation slowly took over his perception, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Is that all?" Alatus looked at the "toy" in his hand with some disinterest.

He loosened his grip and let Yellen fall to the ground.

Air rushed into his chest and Yellen breathed in the air greedily. He couldn't die yet.

With trembling body, Yellen slowly stood up.