Chapter 970 (2/2)

Their basic strength is still too poor to survive the attack of high-end combat effectiveness.

Perhaps, we need to consider developing a large mobile fortress that can support friendly combat units in the whole battlefield, or at least resist or counteract the enemy's large spells.

The distant gunfire is getting closer and closer to the battlefield. From here, we can see the reinforcements. They are attacking the demon army from the flank, bathed in the dazzling holy light. They ignore the effect of the demon's fear aura and weak aura, and launch an assault on the evil devil fearlessly.

Take another look at the main battlefield in a glued state. Tang en thought a little and quietly opened the magic gain aura he commonly used.

Fourth level spell - storm guard Aura! Deflect physical attack!

Fourth level spell - earth power Aura! Increase in physical defense!

Fifth order spell - group power! Great increase in strength!

Fifth order spell - aura of arcane force field! Sputtering and missile attack suppression!

Sixth order spell - physical damage suppression Aura! Physical damage greatly reduced!

Sixth level spell - elegant aura of wind! The speed of action, reaction and attack has been greatly improved!

Seventh level spell - Spell Damage suppression Aura! Spell damage greatly reduced!

Seventh level spell - Arcane enchantment Aura! Any spell attack below aura level will be reflected back with a certain probability!

After a series of spell gain auras were opened, the units of the friendly camp in the whole battlefield were excited like beating chicken blood.

”Oh, oh!!! This feeling - that's the feeling!”

”It's your majesty! Your Majesty must have opened the spell gain Aura!”

”Oh, my God! I love this feeling full of power! Damn devil! Fight again!”

After obtaining the effect of magic gain aura, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers rubbed and jumped up in a straight line. The soldiers who had been beaten by the devil suddenly turned over to be the master. In turn, they pressed the devil. The violent chain saw sword turned into a flesh and blood cutting machine. Under the action of strong power, it mercilessly stabbed into the devil's chest and stirred their internal organs!

Especially the soldiers who have participated in several battles with Donne are very excited at the moment, because they know that they will never lose with his majesty Donne here.

They are fearless!

Even death is no longer terrible!

Kill! Kill!

Kill all these invaders!

Kill all these damn demons!

”Roar! Roar! Turn into ashes in the glory of the father! - the anger of justice!”

”Come on, devil! Taste my power - talent liberation and violent power!”

”Battle skill - wield with great power!”

All kinds of magic, talents and combat skills broke out completely. The battlefield was full of swords and swords. Artillery and machine guns roared. Bullets penetrated one flesh and blood blurred hole after another on the defenseless devil. The rapidly rotating chain saw sword cut off and tore away large pieces of flesh and blood in the hum, The wild green blood made the soldiers more violent and excited.

Looking around, there are battles everywhere, beacon smoke everywhere, demon bodies everywhere, and the bodies of several human soldiers can be seen sporadically.

The souls of those unlucky people are floating in the sky now. With the help of the spirit, they stay over the battlefield and look at their bodies in a daze.

There are also some who are more open. At the moment, they are dancing and shouting for the surviving comrades in arms. Unfortunately, their voices can not be transmitted to the living world. Only Donne can hear them.

”The gods are up! I haven't won the battle! How can I die here! I want to go back! I want to go back to my body and continue to fight!”

These are fanatical fighters.

”I didn't understand how I died just now - it was because I fell from the car and fell on the devil's claw and was stabbed through my heart!? God! I will be a disgrace!”

This is a funny unlucky guy.

”God - my handsome face - that bastard domi stepped on my face! I'll curse him - oh no! That damn devil! He crushed my handsome face!”

This is a narcissistic fool

It has to be said that the discussion of these war dead kept ringing in his ears, so that Donne could not feel the tragic atmosphere of the whole battlefield. It was completely like a farce.

But... Farce is farce.

At least, it can dilute the sadness on the battlefield.