"puff!"

Heavy and sharp triangular steel arrows fell from the air, making a harsh sound that tear through the air, and plunged into the giant "No. 6" body.

Tens of thousands of different types of arrows shot towards the same target. Most of the arrows hit at the same time. The powerful reaction force generated by the giant "No. 6" stagnated, and then lost balance. They raised their hands and kept waving in the air. They wanted to maintain balance, but eventually they leaned back and fell heavily.

This scene made the defenders on Lock Dragon Pass collectively silent for a few seconds, and then a deafening cheer burst out.

"Yes, that's it, shoot it to death!"

"Continue shooting."

"Aim at it and greet it according to your head. That position must be its key!"

Even a slight change will make people in despair feel confident. The barbarian warriors stationed at the pass are as if they were given a shot of a cardiotonic agent. In addition, the head of the adjutant who had been cut off by Shi Zhenghao was hung high in the most conspicuous position in the middle of the city wall. Under the complexity of fear, death and hope, people feel that they have found a breakthrough in thinking in an instant.

The frequency of bows and arrows shooting reached its peak, one after another.

Hu Yong first pressed his hands on the edge of the city wall, as if a tiger ready to go, nervous and with a hint of joy, staring at the giant "No. 6" that fell backwards outside the city. Although many signs before showed that the arrow shooting was ineffective against this monster, deep in his heart, Hu Yong still had a little luck.

It was not that big before. Perhaps this is the negative effect of the dramatic increase in size, which leads to some weaknesses in its growth process?

So can ranged attacks cause damage to it?

If this is true, then this battle still needs to be fought, at least we will not be at absolute disadvantage.

The deep worries that had troubled Hu Yongxian these days finally eased a little. He couldn't help but breathe a long sigh, and his eyes moved away from the giant "No. 6" that had not been able to stand up after falling to the ground, and moved to other small "No. 6".

There are many, thousands of them. These dark red monsters gathered at the base of the city wall yesterday and left this morning. They just wandered back and forth slowly in positions that could be seen by the naked eye.

Hu Yong's brow, which had just been stretched, frowned again.

These monsters with physiques equivalent to adult barbarian warriors did not gather, nor did they show signs of collective merger after dissolution. The giant "No. 6" seems to be unique, and it may also be that the variants caused by some accident among them are special cases that are not universal.

They just stood there, occasionally moving their legs and feet and walking at extremely slow speeds. All the small "Six" turned to the giant "Six" that fell to the ground, and all their eyes were staring in that direction.

Shi Zhenghao inserted his sword into the scabbard. He took a hard bow from the guards, strode to Hu Yongxian who was staring outside the city, observed the situation outside the city in a concentrated manner, and asked uncertainly: "Is that big guy their leader?"

"Maybe!" Hu Yong first took his gaze from a distance and landed on the giant "No. 6" lying under the city wall. It was struggling, looking at the movements, it seemed to want to turn over, but its clumsy hands and feet could not complete the commands transmitted by the brain, and it seemed very slow, like a baby who was not long ago, kicking his feet and grabbing his hands.

...

Opposite the battlefield, the Kingdom Alliance position.

When Flamar heard footsteps coming from behind, he keenly judged that it was Bishop Somsen and his guards. Putting down the telescope in his hand, the duke turned around, first glanced at Kalis standing on the side, and then his eyes fell on the bishop in black robe.

"Is this what you call surprise and miracle?" Flamar did not hide his mockery. He raised his hand to point at the battlefield in the distance: "Dear Bishop, the so-called secret weapon is obviously not as powerful as you said. The barbarian can shoot it down with a bow and arrow, and it can't even stand up now."

Kalis raised his hand and patted Flamar's shoulder gently, and issued a kind reminder: "Don't do this! This is not the fault of the Bishop. The current position of No. 6 is very dangerous for us. If it were our soldiers who were on the top, there would be heavy casualties."

Bishop Somsen didn't care about Flamar's attitude. His smile seemed much more restrained than usual, more formulaic, and a little serious: "A little patient. We have been waiting for so many days, and it's nothing to wait for a while. Everyone, this is a war. As long as you can win, it's normal for the process to go a little more."

Flamar's true thoughts are similar to those of the bishop, but his stubborn personality is the type of unwilling to give in casually. So he sneered: "A super-sized baby, is this the key factor in determining the outcome of the war?"

Bishop Somsen looked as usual: "It will help us break through that wall."

Flamar was not interested in arguing with the bishop on aspects he was unfamiliar with. He quickly changed the topic: "I think it's almost done, it's time for our artillery to show its power."

Bishop Somsen's eyes suddenly became sharp. He stared at Flamar, his tone was calm and cold: "If I were you, I would choose to continue waiting. Be patient and not be so impatient."

"Sorry, I don't like meaningless arguments. Of course, I don't have to wait, but at least I have to show evidence that convinces me." Flamar was a little angry, and he released this emotionally mixed words: "Many of my soldiers have already suffered frostbite, and we must speed up and end the war."

He did lose much patience with this war. It was not that Flamar had some kind of affection for the northern giants, but the question of choosing the time to send troops. It was too cold. The soldiers of the Viking Kingdom were not adapted to this and were reluctant to provide logistics supply. It was said that "supplying sufficient coal" could only allow each tent to obtain a charcoal pot every day, which is about four hours of burning time.

The winter nights north of the Shenwei Fortress are long and the cold is overwhelming.

The first battle of "No. 6" was well fought, and completely wiped out the vanguard of the northern giants. This allowed Flamar to see the dawn of victory, and also made the soldiers under his command happy that the terrifying monsters were standing on his side in fear and shock.

But after that battle, as many as thousands of proliferating "No. 6" wandered on the battlefield like ghosts. For so many days, their only progress was to get close to the wall of Lock Dragon Pass, stretch out their hands, and grab it up uselessly.

This will never make you climb up.

Flamar felt that he had to do something, such as gathering artillery, smashing the wall with the power of science, and allowing groups of "No. 6" to rush in and fight the northern giants to the end.

"Haha! This war will last for a long time. All you say is to break through and occupy Lock Dragon Pass." Bishop Somsen corrected the mistake in the duke's words. He continued to explain to the huge "No. 6" on the battlefield in the distance: "They have achieved some of the results, and they still need more time to learn."

The bishop's view is different from that of Flamar. If the Duke was a radical, Somson was undoubtedly a conservative.

"Learn?" Flamar seized the keywords in the bishop's words and spoke sarcastically without hesitation: "Let a group of monsters with a level of intelligence learn from babies? This is indeed a very good reason."

Bishop Somsen put his smile away and responded with a mocking voice: "Don't look at things with a fixed eye. They are changing, huge means development, and increased brain capacity means more foundations of wisdom."

After pausing, the bishop sneered and moved his gaze away from Flamar's face, and turned to the mountains and walls that normal people could only vaguely distinguish in the distance, and said lightly: "This is the will of the Holy Lord, which will lead us to victory."

...

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of barbarian warriors at the Lock Dragon Pass, the huge "No. 6" supported the ground with both hands, rolled over his body, and slowly got up in the slowness and heaviness.

Hu Yongxian's face was distorted all of a sudden.

While he saw the blood-red giant standing upright, countless arrows appeared on the ground where he was lying down.

Thick heavy crossbow arrows, various types of feather arrows, broken arrow shafts... These messy weapons were deeply penetrated into the giant "No. 6" during previous shooting. They were once guarded by the Dragon Locking, who thought they had severely damaged the target. But now it seems that nothing I imagined should have happened. Monsters are still monsters, and no type of arrows can cause damage to it, just like wooden sticks piercing through mud, but in essence there is no change.

"Master, look over there!" Hu Yong came from behind, and the terrified shouts of the guard captain came.

Following his guidance, Hu Yong first saw the most terrifying image of his unforgettable life, causing his pupils to instantly shrink into the tip of the needle.

On the land outside the city where countless barbarian soldiers died in battle, around the giant "No. 6" dozens of meters high, thousands of wandering single "No. 6" began a new round of changes. They divided the areas according to their respective locations and gathered towards the most core target. Two, three, ten, and hundreds... The whole process was exactly the same as what the giant "No. 6" had done before.

There were immediately more than a dozen dark red "meat mud balls" that were constantly expanding in the open space outside the city. Standing on the head of the city and looking down, it was like giant mushrooms suddenly growing on the surface of the cold earth covered by a small amount of snow and broken ice. The flat red surface was bulging, and "growing" heads with blurred facial features. Their appearance was exactly the same as the first giant "No. 6", and the most eye-catching feature was the terrifying circle of eyes surrounding the bridge of the nose.

These new giant "No. 6" are generated much faster than the first one. Whether it is the concentrated dissolving of individuals or recondensing a new trunk, the consumption time is reduced by at least 60%.

Hu Yong's whole body trembled violently, as if all the blood in his body was instantly pulled away, and his hands and feet became cold.

But none of them can be dealt with... Now, the same monster has increased so many times.

They... used to be my warriors!

"Kill!" Shi Zhenghao's roar came from behind. No matter whether it is useful or not, you have to know it after doing it.

Hu Yong first stared blankly at the giant "No. 6" that had climbed up from the ground and strided to the wall. There was no expression on its disgusting face. He waved his huge and heavy right fist high, and his wheel was round and hit the wall hard. With the heavy muffled sound, a circular shock wave immediately spread out with the fist landing point as the center. Countless rocks shattered, and several archers standing near were unable to maintain balance, and had no time to turn around and escape, falling down with the falling rocks and sand. They let out a scream of horror, fell into the foot of the giant "No. 6" in full view, sinking on the spot, despite struggling desperately, but unable to escape. The red flesh and blood mud that constituted "No. 6" seemed to have some consciousness. They split a large piece from the calf close to the foot and covered directly towards the heads of the poor people.

Hu Yong subconsciously pulled out his sword and was about to issue an order. The giant "No. 6" swung his fist again to hit the wall. He was so shocked by the powerful force from his feet that he could not maintain balance. He had to bend down and maintain a half-kneeling position. He barely fell down on the spot.

Seeing this, Shi Zhenghao quickly passed through several soldiers, rushed directly to Hu Yongxian, grabbed his arm and pulled him up, and said in shock and angrily: "Master, this place is too dangerous. You go down first, I will lead the others to block it for a while."

"No! If you want to leave, you will leave!" Hu Yong first showed a strange and painful expression on his face, which Shi Zhenghao had never seen before, and then became extremely firm: "The city wall here is very solid, and this level of impact cannot cause damage. It's just settled. You take half of the people down and build a second line of defense immediately. I will try my best to buy you time."

Shi Zhenghao asked in surprise in amidst the violent shock and shaking: "Do you mean to continue praying to the guardian god?"

"I'm not sure if this works." Hu Yong turned around first, looking at the giant No. 6 with flames of hatred: "I don't need any trump cards anymore. I can use all the methods I can use. As long as I can kill one, I can kill all the monsters!"

Shi Zhenghao glanced at him deeply, without saying a word, let go of his hand, turned around and ran towards the group of soldiers closest to him.

So far, no way to deal with the giant "No. 6". After witnessing the battle outside the city, Shi Zhenghao and Hu Yongxian knew very well that close-range fighting would only waste their troops, and in turn would add more flesh and blood resources to their opponents.

The top of the city wall of Lock Dragon Pass is very high from the ground, and the giant "No. 6" cannot reach the top of the pass even if it reaches out. In short, if it can delay, it will delay, and maybe a miracle will suddenly come at some point.

Hu Yong first believes in the gods.

All barbarian warriors are crazy believers of gods.
Chapter completed!