The Last King of Darkness

The old city of Baila is one of the important strongholds of the Iron Fortress War Zone, and there are more than 30 related strongholds. Their common defense system firmly guards the southwest of the Trorian defense circle.

But now, this defense system is on the verge of collapse.

A large number of outer strongholds have been occupied, and various lines have been cut off. If it continues, the old city of Baila will soon become an isolated city.

Isolated cities are of little value in the defense system.

Monsters will leak from farther away, and it is impossible for the main force of the city defense to go too far from the city and go deep into the darkness to intercept them.

Fighting at home is the basic rule of all humans and monsters [war].

The home field of humans is fire, and the home field of monsters is black fog.

Where fire takes root, it is a stronghold. Human beings can only rely on strongholds to fight, otherwise, the casualties will exceed the limit they can bear.

Therefore, what Rhodes has to do now is to fully assist the old city of Baila to recover the stronghold and rebuild the defense system of the stronghold.

After igniting the [Elegy of the Spirit], Rhode deeply realized the changes brought about by the surge in psionic energy. For example, in a sprint, a toe landing could only jump 7 yards, but now he can jump 20 yards, more than doubled. .

No wonder in Teresa's eyes, he was like a baby.

In the eyes of the chief dean, he is probably a cell.

After Rhode ran for a while, the "Chief Dean" in his mind lit up, indicating that his modification of the [Eternal Statue] had been completed and everything was ready.

it is good!

Let the final light of the chief dean be brighter!

Rhodes immediately summoned Theodore's spirit and entered a state of possession.

That vague feeling reappeared, he was still Rhodes, but instinctively he had become Theodore.

As soon as Rhode raised his hand, the light on the staff flashed, and the figure immediately rose into the air and broke away.

【Blast Technique】

The spells that can only be mastered by the conjuration of 5 fireworks are also referred to as 5th-level spells.

The wind blew past his ears, and in the blink of an eye, Rhode's speed had exceeded 300 yards. He didn't know the direction. He knew the entire iron-clad fortress theater like the palm of his hand, and every stronghold was clear.

Looking down, the dark earth is full of wandering monsters, and in the vast black mist, there are more monsters coming from afar.

The light of mankind is like a lone lamp on the vast and dark wasteland, and the howling wind makes people worry about how long this fragile flame can last.

But as long as there is one person alive, hope will never be extinct.

The fire of mankind will surely be inherited.

Soon, Rhodes saw a group of light.

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"Median firepower, attack!"

Third-level commander Melister shouted violently.

boom!

On the fortress, seven magma **** shot away and crashed into the monster group.

The scattered lava scorched dozens of blood-thirsty beasts, but more blood-thirsty beasts rushed up and rushed towards the warriors below the fortress.

The warriors fought with all their might, but they were still unable to resist the onslaught of the monster.

"Rear firepower, support!"

Third-level commander Melister shouted loudly.

A large number of giant arrows, psionic cannons, and impact missiles flew towards the monster group.

More bloodthirsty beasts fell, but the situation still did not improve.

"Reserve team, support the front row!"

Third Commander Melister shouted.

Dozens of combatants jumped from the fort and joined the battlefield.

But the pressure on the front row didn't get much relief.

The bloodthirsty beast is a very troublesome monster, with rough skin and thick flesh, fast attack, strong combat power, and highly poisonous. Many warriors have been poisoned, but the special antidote has long been used up.

As more bloodthirsty beasts poured into the battlefield, Melister's face darkened visibly.

Iron Sword Fortress is a Tier 3 stronghold, with guardian fires that can illuminate a range of 3,000 yards and two psionic generators. Two hundred combatants and five hundred non-combatants are stationed. There are also two spirits on the fortress. Cannons and thirty-two heavy crossbows.

It can be said to be impregnable.

But now, it's also in a corner.

The energy of the psionic generator has been exhausted, the range of the guardian fire has been reduced by more than half, the psionic cannon has been destroyed, and only half of the thirty-two heavy crossbows can be used.

And the monsters are still endless.

Commander Melister's face was ashen, and the battle situation was about to collapse. If the monster could not be stopped, the fortress without the protection of the psionic generator would be washed away.

Once the fire is out, it's all over.

"Median firepower, support!"

"Commander, we haven't recovered," one combatant shouted hoarsely.

Commander Melister shouted: "Crossbow!"

"Commander, we have no more heavy arrows!"

Melister's face turned dark in an instant. As a qualified commander, he immediately judged that this stronghold could not be defended.

Evacuation arrangements must now be made.

However, the Iron Sword Fortress is a key node. Once it falls, the entire line will collapse and all efforts will be in vain.

With this hesitation, another team in the front row was washed away, and the teammates next to them fought their lives to save them.

By the time these combatants were sent to the fort, their bodies were tattered and bleeding profusely, and the logistics staff desperately tried to stop the bleeding, but the toxin inhibited the effects of all the restorative potions and spread into the body.

Melister suddenly felt sad and roared: "Reinforcement, what about reinforcements? Grandma, grandpa, ancestor, please, come quickly..."

"Commander!" Suddenly, someone shouted, "Someone is here!"

Melister followed his gaze and saw a figure glowing red in the distance flying towards them rapidly.

It's definitely human, monsters don't wear red tear stones.

However, he is only one person.

Melister scolded: "His grandma's ancestor, just one... one is fine, come here for your grandson!"

After a few seconds, the man flew up to the fort and landed next to the commander.

"Merry."

he said softly.

"Let the front row retreat."

Melister was instantly furious: "Who are you? I'm the commander. The fortress in the front row will fall. Report your characteristics and rank to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will arrange..."

Rhode touched his chest and smiled gently: "Merry, your temper is still so impatient, this is the reason why you didn't get full marks in the command class, let them come up quickly, I'm about to open the Dragon Fortress. "

"Sura Wushen"

"Dragon Tooth Hard Wall!"

Everyone on the fortress screamed in surprise in an instant.

The middle and rear long-range combatants who are recovering, the non-combatants who are busy back and forth, and the wounded who have not yet passed out, all turned their attention.

Melister couldn't believe his ears.

"Dragon Tooth Hard Wall is a level 8 spell, you are a spell master?"

His eyes immediately fell on Rhodes' young and even childish face.

"You fart! You have to be strong, I now recognize you as a grandfather..."

Rhode ignored him, the light on the staff flashed, and the sound was exactly the same as that of Melister.

"Front row fighters, retreat to the fort in an orderly manner, long-range fighters, cover them."

Melister was furious: "What are you doing, are you doomsday..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly choked up, because he found that the robes Rhodes was wearing were the top-notch conjuration robes, and the style was exactly the same as that of Chief Dean Theodore~www.readwn.com~ but the size was much smaller .

Such top-notch spiritual equipment is undoubtedly something that can only be possessed by conjuration masters.

"Shit!"

He cursed, jumped off the fort without looking back, rushed into the front line, and assisted the soldiers to retreat.

Soon, the soldiers retreated to the fort.

Rhode shouted loudly, put his staff in both hands, and a circle of blue light fell from the sky like a steel gate, and several blood-thirsty beasts were even cut into two by the blue light.

The azure light covered the fortress like an iron barrel. This is a strategic spell. The "Dragon Tooth Hard Wall" can last for at least four hours. Monsters below the strong level can never break open. This is the suppression of the rank. It doesn't matter how much you come.

The next moment, the cheers like a tidal wave overwhelmed the stronghold, and the "Dragon Tooth Hard Wall" gave them precious time to repair, which was simply too important.

Melister rushed up and shouted, "Grandpa, are you the conjuration guard? Is Your Excellency Theodore safe now?"

Rhode ignored him, clenched a fist with one hand and placed it on his forehead.

Melister's heart skipped a beat.

He recognized it, but he couldn't believe it.

The next moment, Rhodes opened his fist, and the golden light flooded the fortress.

Everyone's injuries recovered quickly, toxins were rapidly reduced, and corruption and pollution quickly disappeared.

【Sun Healing】

Another ninth-level spell!

For a moment, Melister almost thought he was dreaming.

The golden light gradually faded, turning into countless light clusters and disappearing. The Iron Sword Fortress has never been so quiet, and everyone has not made a sound, quietly tasting the taste of hope and light.

After a long time, Melister came up and asked seriously.

"Ancestor, can you tell me your name? I will write it on the tablet and pass it on as a family heirloom."