Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

The shells shot out, and several holes were blasted in the dreadnought in the front.

Abrana stood proudly at the bow, unafraid, simply wielding her spear to cut through the cannonballs.

Amid the deafening explosions, the figure with purple flames dancing at the tail tip stood firm without retreating. Occasionally, some cannon fodder fell, but was immediately burned by the flames.

She held a spear, and the soldiers behind her who were killed by artillery shells had purple fire in their eyes. They were reborn from death, crawled out of the smoke, and stared coldly at the Allied soldiers in front of them.

Kill or not kill?

The coalition soldiers showed fear on their faces and timidly accelerated the loading of artillery shells.

Boom!

The spear slammed down on the deck, stirring up a wave of air. Abrana looked down with disdain and laughed wildly, "From this moment on, anyone who dares to fire at Tara's soldiers...will be punished until blood is shed!"

Upon hearing this, the Red Iron Guards, Deep Pool Soldiers, Tower Relief Array Warriors and all other soldiers from Tara became excited and roared in response, their faces flushed and the earth trembled with their roars.

For a moment, morale was high!

"Don't be fooled, they're just rebels. Old Wellington is no match for me. There's only one way to deal with him: hold on! Anyone who dares to desert will lose their head!"

The officers under Caster personally brought out the shells, calibrated them, and were ready to fire.

"Are you worthy enough to comment on Lord Wellington?" Abrana pointed her spear into the air. "I will grant your wish."

"No!" A chill suddenly spread through his mind. The officer covered his head, his eyes gradually becoming dull. "I can't let you..."

Before he could finish his words, his life fire quickly dimmed, and was replaced by a purple dead fire, leaping on his body and in Abbrana's eyes.

puff!

Shocked by the sudden change, the officer wailed, swung his saber, and stabbed the soldier who was carrying the artillery shells next to him in the stomach.

Then, like a madman, he swung his knife wildly at his colleagues who were resisting stubbornly.

"Run!"

"Crazy, sir, you're crazy!"

"His eyes are blazing with fire. He must have fallen under the spell of the enemy general and is about to be dragged away to be used as a puppet!"

On the deck where blood was flowing, the soldiers fled in panic like headless flies, without any fighting spirit left.

At the bow, Abbrana's robe fluttered, she held a spear in her hand, pointing forward fearlessly: "Victory to Tara!"

Behind her were the cheers of countless advance troops.

"Victory to Tara!"

"Victory to Tara!"

"Victory to Tara!"

Like a wall, a mountain, the overwhelming force of Tara's troops enveloped all coalition forces in the shadow of death, suppressing them to the point of suffocation.

……

"Duke Caister, what's the plan?" Duke Godotin, with a beer belly, urgently called Caister.

In front of the battle, Kaister's face was silent.

Another red dragon, another red dragon with incredible powers!

Chen Zhou single-handedly wiped out the support from the Sarkaz, and the traditional military formation adopted by the coalition forces was broken by Wellington's bold and radical tactics of exchanging life for life.

Colombia's pre-civilization weapons have yet to appear, leaving the Lateran musketeers, watching the battle from behind, feeling uncertain...

My plan failed, it is fate.

"Withdraw your troops."

After a long while, Kaister uttered two tired words, and he looked like he had aged ten years.

Godoting took out a telescope and saw that the noble woman, who was always so wise, was hunched over a little, as if her bones had been broken.

"Alright."

Thinking of Her Highness Alexandrina's rejection of him, Godotin breathed a sigh of relief and reluctantly accepted this decision...

On the other side, looking at the coalition forces that were already retreating, Wellington shook his head, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up into an arc that belonged to the "death knell of the empire."

Want to escape?

But unfortunately, you can decide when to start, but I have the final say on when to end.

So the next moment, he reached out and took out a medium-range communicator to contact another team lying in ambush behind the coalition forces, the other one, Deep Pool.