Fairy’s Box

The one-sided slaughter soon ended, the one-eyed carrion ape was wiped out in the torrent of light cannons, and the red-winged bone bat was quickly freed from the hands of the winged cavalry.

"Your Excellency Commander, the misty mayfly has changed its direction of movement, and there is a 90% chance of preparing to retreat."

"Can't they just escape like this, prepare infinite cannons, and vaporize them with those disgusting reptiles."

Major General Casper's huge will responded immediately, and there seemed to be a spark in the mental network, ordering the electric light and flint to pass to the monster auxiliary army behind the center formation.

"Prepare! Aim!" The commander of the auxiliary army directly conveyed the will of the general.

"Woo... ow!!!"

Sixteen upright dragons clad in standard metal armor roared at the same time, and the large turrets carried on their backs slowly rose, precisely adjusted the angle, and aimed at the target seventeen miles away.

The mechanical evil dragon, one of the experimental fantasy weapons cultivated by the Imperial Research Institute, is an outright failure. It failed to inherit the most basic dragon breath ability of the dragon species. The original plan was to be exiled to another world as an observation species. Let it fend for itself.

However, it just happened that the development of the artificial magic cannon has made a new progress, and it has been able to simulate the most basic magic cannon shooting. The disadvantage is that it is too expensive, and the barrel is too heavy.

With the attitude of waste utilization, the researchers with open minds combined these two semi-finished products into one, costing countless amounts of money, and produced 20 special varieties of this kind that are a complete waste of money.

Four of them died of various complications, and the remaining sixteen survived, because the cost performance is extremely bad. After being ordered to stop production by superiors. All of them were sent to the Knights of the Holy Armor.

"aim."

"Roar!"

The mechanical evil dragon let out a neat roar. Scarlet rays of light shot out from the vertical pupils, and two rounds of ninety-foot-long, three-foot-caliber metal cannons roared violently, and the muzzle gradually gathered radiating particle belts.

"emission!"

With a "bang", the tidal waves of energy that were constantly shaking from time to time, shot out from the cannon, like thirty-two extremely unstable beams, whistling and spraying into the distance.

"Boom--!"

There was a loud noise, and a fiery wave rushed from the target. Accompanied by the free thunder light, the calm air was torn apart instantly, and the strong air wave violently swept into the sky, forming a huge mushroom cloud.

Even though he was standing at the very center of the army formation, Major General Casper could feel a wave of air blowing over him. He was calm on the surface, but his heart was aching.

The thirty-two shelling just now was equivalent to a medium-sized merchant ship full of gold sinking to the bottom of the sea. It's far from a real magic cannon. Those idiots in the research institute who only burn money and play should go to shit!

"hiss……"

Many rookies who have just enlisted in the army have already begun to gasp. It's just that due to discipline, I didn't dare to chatter, and the expression on my face was getting brighter and brighter, as if it could glow.

very good……

His Excellency Major General, the initiator, was secretly proud in his heart. He showed this big killer at the beginning of the game. In addition to quickly destroying the enemy, he also had the consideration of improving morale and stabilizing the morale of the army.

As if wanting everyone to enjoy this magnificent scene of destruction, the army remained silently in place for about five minutes, until the smoke and dust slowly dispersed, and Major General Casper gave further instructions to the adjutant of the watcher:

"Let the scout battalion do a good job of inspection, and not let even a single fish slip through the net."

"As ordered." The lookout heard the sound and closed his eyes.

A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of Deputy Commander Ebenezer, and suddenly said:

"The enemy does not have the emotion of fear. If they withdraw, it means that they already have a core to move closer to. We must speed up and defeat the monsters before the other party gathers."

"It's exactly what I want!" Major General Casper laughed, and then withdrew his smile. He swung his right hand down sharply, making a crisp sound, and said loudly:

"The whole army obeys my order and marches quickly!"

With the command of the supreme commander, the Knights of the Holy Armor quickly put away their attacking stance, placed their weapons in a suitable position, and immediately started running at full speed.

The Knights of the Holy Armor, which are all composed of natural disaster knights, have a terrifying advantage, that is, lightning-like super maneuverability. They can travel thousands of miles a day and 800 miles at night. They can also stay awake for three days and three nights. Fight again!

This kind of elusive marching speed has caused the Antrazu states to suffer. The Catholic Pope once scolded the Knights of the Holy Armor as a group of red animals, but there is no disadvantage in the dictionary of the Roservians. In the end, this A pope was forced to abdicate by what he called a red animal.

Boom... boom... boom...

The steel torrent gathered by the knights of natural disasters galloped across the boundless field at a galloping speed. The footsteps converged into a firm and persistent melody, showing an unparalleled enormous power.

The monster auxiliary troops transferred by the Knights this time are all carefully selected varieties with high stamina, which are enough to keep up with the speed of the Calamity Knights. The Position Mage Group also has mounts for travel. Although the stamina is not enough, they can be rotated.

Maintaining a high speed of 80 miles per hour, they have been running for three days and nights, charging nearly 6,000 miles, and finally stopped the rapid march because of the physical limit of Silver-Winged Pegasus.

Although I did not encounter chaotic creatures along the way, but they have gone deep into this, of course no one dares to take it lightly. Everyone is assigned their own task, vigilance of vigilance, digging of trenches for digging trenches, cooking for cooking, pitching for tents, fortification for fortifications…

In the slightly tired chanting of the position master, the grass under his feet quickly petrified and raised, and spread to the very edge of the army array. The open space in the center quickly stopped changing, but the edge was still constantly raised and deformed... Very Quickly, a small and simple city rose from the ground.

呲——la——!

In the large frying pans, the freshly colored meat was doused with spices and salt, ripened by vindictiveness, and fried with all the colors and flavors, and then, under the greedy eyes of the knights... was sent to the silver-winged Pegasus...

Before leaving, the captain in charge of the kitchen did not forget to turn his head three times and muttered, "Brothers, you must let the horse's food go into the horse's mouth."

The reason is very simple. If you don't treat the monsters with IQ and self-esteem like the Silver Winged Pegasus, why should they work for you?

Of course, the knights' own food is not bad, and the quantity is enough... But the best is what you can't eat. This is the truth from ancient times to the present.

Occasionally, there are some shameless winged cavalrymen who exchange their own food and mounts, and what's more, they mix the food of both sides, and they take a bite of the horse, and they seem to eat it with relish.