One person: Practicing all magic skills! The old master was stunned!

"Go!" "Kill them!" Their shouts rose one after another, like surging waves, pushing the atmosphere of the battlefield to a climax.

The gods' people fought bravely, as if energized by chicken blood. Their movements were swift and precise, and every attack was enough to make the enemy tremble in fear. Their eyes were filled with fanaticism, as if they were fighting for their faith and for glory.

"Charge in, get close to them. This will benefit us." The Flame Monk gave the order again, his voice calm and decisive. With ranged attacks ineffective, only close combat could unleash the true strength of the gods' people.

The gods' people quickened their pace, charging at the enemy like tigers descending from the mountains. Every collision was accompanied by the crisp snap of metal on metal and the dull roar of flesh colliding. On the battlefield, the flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers intertwined, and the smell of blood and slaughter filled every corner.

Although the soldiers were well-trained, they were unable to withstand the fierce attack of the gods' people. Their defenses began to collapse, and morale was extremely low. However, the gods' people fought more courageously, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

The sound of gunfire rang out like a continuous stream of firecrackers, and the battlefield was thick with smoke. Soldiers from both sides clashed fiercely like waves in a raging sea. Seeing the situation was unfavorable, the leading soldier decisively waved his hand, signaling everyone to retreat. However, the gods' people would not let them go so easily, and the sound of fighting instantly resounded through the sky.

The man in the scarf was moving around in the hail of bullets like a ghost. He dodged quickly while complaining about the high-tech weapons: "Are bullets so slow?" As he spoke, he had stabilized his body, holding a dagger in each hand, and like two lightning bolts, he instantly took the lives of the two soldiers.

Red Hair, like a raging beast, kicked a soldier flying. As the soldier tumbled through the air, flames gushed from his rifle, and he unleashed a barrage of fire at Red Hair. He shielded his abdomen with his sturdy arms as bullets rained down on his skin, making a clanging sound. The moment the bullets entered his body, Red Hair felt as if his arms were being pierced by thousands of needles simultaneously, and he instantly lost consciousness.

"You think you can use this to destroy our home?" Redhead roared, his bullets falling off his body as if pulled by an invisible force, scattering all over the ground. He looked at the soldier provocatively, a disdainful smile curling his lips. "Then why don't you bring some wine and let's have a good chat."

On the other side, the soldiers in the cave knew that they had encountered a tough opponent, and the captain immediately gave an order: "Don't get entangled, break away immediately, and seize the sight!" Upon hearing this, the soldiers took out flash bombs from their pockets and threw them to the ground without hesitation.

"Boom!" A dazzling white light flashed, like the dawn of day, and everyone's eyes instantly lost their sight, leaving them in complete darkness. The gods and people had no idea what this thing was; they only felt a vast expanse of white before their eyes, unable to see anything.

The soldiers seized the opportunity and launched a fierce attack. With well-trained tacit understanding, they began to fire wildly. The sound of gunfire and explosions intertwined, forming a symphony of death. Wherever they swept, no one survived. The bodies of the gods' people fell like rag dolls, and the ground was stained red with blood.

Inside the cave, a soldier nervously gripped his rifle, his finger gently sliding over the trigger, ready to pull the trigger at any moment. His heartbeat was like a drum, and sweat trickled down his cheeks, dripping onto the cold ground. He knew full well that this was a life-or-death struggle; a single misstep could lead to his death.

"Everyone, be careful! They might still have a chance to strike back," the captain whispered, his voice trembling slightly as it echoed through the cave. Upon hearing this, the soldiers became more alert and cautiously advanced.

Du Xia snorted coldly, his voice tinged with a mixture of disdain and relief. He had relied on his keen hearing to dodge the deadly bullet at the last moment. Though he longed to open his eyes and survey the chaotic battlefield, the darkness before him, like a thick curtain, obscured his vision. In this life-or-death moment, a cold gun silently pointed at him.

The soldier's finger slowly pulled the trigger, as if he could already hear the toll of death. However, at this critical moment, a fist appeared out of nowhere like a ghost, with a whistling sound, and slammed into the soldier's head fiercely. The soldier's body was like a broken pottery pot, instantly reduced to a puddle of mud, without even a scream.

"Guna!" Du Xia recognized the voice and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He knew that it was Guna who showed up in time and saved his life.

Gunna's figure appeared on the battlefield like a ghost, quickly stripping off her clothing to reveal her tight combat attire. The soldiers recognized her instantly. It was the second-level target, the Valkyrie—Gunna Ortlinde. Her appearance sent a chill through the soldiers' hearts.

"Group Eight, halt your advance. Maintain a safe distance and focus on the gods and the Valkyries. Reinforcements will arrive soon." Simoes' men, who had been observing the battle, quickly issued orders. Upon receiving the order, the soldiers began to retreat, their eyes etched with reluctance and fear.

Du Xia looked at the retreating soldiers, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He wanted to kill all these enemies, but Guna stopped him.

"You continue to guard here," Guna said calmly, "This is one of the roads leading to the royal city. I am enough to handle these people by myself."

"The damage caused by that punch just now was surprisingly low," Guna muttered to herself. "The soldier I defeated was also physically stronger than I expected. Could it be that these soldiers, like the islanders and us, are also worthy of being called 'Sons of God' in some sense?"

Du Xia's heart trembled. He reflected carefully on the battle just now and realized that the soldiers' physical strength far exceeded that of ordinary people. If they were truly "Sons of God," then this battle would become much more complicated.

"It seems we have to be careful." Du Xia said in a deep voice.

With roars and roars, Behemoth's reinforcements surged in like a tide, well-equipped and imposing. Guna stood on the battlefield, like an unshakable mountain, her eyes gleaming with a cold light.

Guna's figure instantly disappeared from the spot, as if swallowed by space. The next moment, she appeared behind a soldier and punched out with a punch like a dragon, directly knocking the soldier away and shattering the ground with the punch.