Chapter 472: The End

The secret way when Sheila left the palace remains the same, but......

"This thing is really watertight."

Looking at the red barrier ahead, Duanmuhuai sighed. Obviously, that barrier not only covered the core area of ​​the castle, but even the underground. As far as the barrier function is concerned, it is quite qualified.

But for Duanmu Huai and others, it was a bit troublesome.

"This is how to do………"

Looking at the barrier in front of her, Sheila was also stunned.

"I can't help it, let me do it."

Duanmu Huai stretched out his hand, moved his body, and then walked towards the barrier. Seeing his actions, Sheila was also taken aback.

"My lord judge?"

"Just wait and see!"

Duanmuhuai replied casually, and then he clenched his fists, and soon, black flames burst out, covering Duanmuhuai's body, and then Duanmuhuai let out a roar, and directly inserted his hands into the red barrier in front of him. , Then... Pull it hard to the sides!

"———————————!!"

The next moment, in front of everyone, a gap was torn open in that bright red barrier! !

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned until Duanmuhuai's voice came.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for?"

Hearing Duanmuhuai's urging, everyone hurried through the gap and entered it, and waited until everyone had entered. Only then did Duanmu Huai walk in, and then let go of his hands——then behind him, the bright red barrier closed again.

"My lord, are you alright?"

Seeing Duanmuhuai approaching, Sheila asked uneasily, after all, she saw the melted corpses of those soldiers with her own eyes, and now Duanmuhuai can directly tear away this terrible barrier with both hands... It was beyond Sheila's expectations.

"It's nothing, just a little trouble."

Duanmuhuai waved his palm at her.

"Okay, let's go, I think we still have a lot of problems to solve."

At the same time, above the royal court, it was another scene.

"Damn, damn, damn!!"

Angrily, Stiles smashed the wine glass in his hand on the ground, his face was livid, and the maid next to him hurriedly stepped back a few steps in fright.

"Why? Why can't these bastards be repelled!? Why is that?!!"

Looking at the image projected in front of him, Stether's complexion was already dark and purple.

He originally thought that he had sacrificed so much, even killed the entire king city, and transformed all their corpses into flesh and blood puppets, at least he should be able to defeat these damned rebels!

But the fact is that his flesh and blood puppets are almost meaningless in front of the opponent's steel!

At the very beginning, the rebel army still lost a lot of soldiers in the face of flesh and blood puppets, but soon the rebel army adjusted its strategy, instead of using tanks to cover and infantry to advance, it became a tank advance. The mode of magician assistance and infantry advancement began to advance steadily towards the castle step by step.

Now, the crowd tactic that Stiles was so proud of was completely useless.

Now the rebel army is facing the overwhelming army of flesh and blood puppets, and the method they adopt is very simple. First, a round of Valkyrie gunboats airstrikes to wash the ground, and then the Iron Titan's plasma cannon blasts a road forward, followed by tank groups The rounds of shelling plus the magician's uninterrupted large-scale attack magic.

As for the fish that slipped through the net, they were handed over to the remaining soldiers to swarm up and kill them.

Although the flesh and blood puppets have no emotion and can't feel pain, but two fists can't beat four hands, and it's no problem for a group of soldiers to beat a few fish that slip through the net.

Damn, damn, damn! ! !

Seeing this scene, Stiles almost went mad with anger.

If the army of flesh and blood puppets faced ordinary soldiers, they would indeed have an overwhelming advantage, but when facing steel, they would have no advantage. Steel is more ruthless than a flesh and blood puppet, and its power is even greater. And...damn, how are they so easy to defeat? ! !

Even if Stiles was killed, others might not have much experience in dealing with this kind of battle, but Duanmuhuai was very familiar with it. After learning about the characteristics of these flesh and blood puppets from An, he decided to Straightforwardly adjusted the tactics—it was almost enough to deal with this army of flesh and blood puppets as green-skinned orcs or insect swarms.

It's still the kind of cheap copycat version.

In fact, in Duanmuhuai's opinion, this army is even more capable of fighting than the Star Border Army.

The reason is simple, they are strong in close combat!

If the Astra Militarum has a Marksmanship rating of 5 and a Melee rating of 3.

So right now, the soldiers in this United Legion have a shooting level of 0 and a melee level of 5...

The latter is much more important in this day and age.

In fact, Duanmu Huai can understand why the human empire favored melee combat at the beginning. On the one hand, it was because of the nature of evil gods, and on the other hand, when the bullets and energy were exhausted sooner or later, as long as he had a knife in his hand, he could fight until Lao Tzu fell. So far without stopping.

And the perverted physical strength and durability of space fighters also determine that the latter is obviously more useful to them.

As for firearms... How should I put it, as long as the speed is fast enough and the armor is strong enough, when rushing to the opponent, the opponent can only wait to die.

Like many zombie games, what is the use of a pistol and a shotgun for the protagonist?

Wouldn't it be more practical to take a machete or a long gun?

It's not like there is such a thing as emptying the bullet and waiting to die.

To deal with firepower, you can use greater firepower to fight back.

The opponent dispatched Gatling, so can't there be artillery here? Or just throw a missile over there?

But in the face of an enemy that wins by numbers, pure power is still not enough, and persistence must also be considered-in this regard, melee weapons are the most secure.

Of course, if Stiles is a wise general, maybe he can use some tactics and other things to deal with it. But in fact, Stileser's knowledge in this area is like that of a poor novice player who has just come into contact with strategy games--circle the box, A is the only solution in his poor brain.

So when this solution didn't work, Stether panicked.

"No, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!"

In his vision, what he imagined was that his army of flesh and blood puppets would charge up directly, tear through the defense of the opponent, kill the resistance force of the opponent in threes, fives and twos, and then seize their weapons and equipment. However, the fact is that his puppet army didn't even touch the opponent's side, and basically died on the road. The remaining ones who broke through the blockade due to luck or other reasons were also solved by magic or those soldiers.

"It shouldn't be like this!!"

Watching waves of flesh and blood puppets rushing over on the screen, most of them were lost in the flames and explosions, and then they rushed forward and crashed into the opponent's steel chariot, and then it was like waves hitting the embankment was crushed into pieces, while the other party continued to move towards the castle slowly but firmly, with no intention of stopping at all...

At this moment, Stither's hands and feet were cold, and his whole body was weak. He was just a civil servant, not a general.

Originally, Stether thought that as long as he had enough power, he could kill everything even without any tricks.

But now he finally understood that his thoughts were wrong.

Because the premise of achieving this is...he does have enough power.

Unfortunately, it now appears that he did not.

"It's over, surrender, we're hopeless."

Seeing this, the Queen Mother Pamela standing beside him closed her eyes and sighed lightly.

At this moment, her heart is already dead.

She knew what she had done. As the second wife of the late king, Pamela was very lonely and not so favored. So when Stiles launched her rhetorical offensive, Pamela quickly fell for it. Then she also slowly promoted this man from a local bureaucrat to the position of prime minister of the empire.

She may not be ignorant that the other party is using her, but... Maybe for her, that memory is indeed unforgettable.

But now, Stiles is no longer pretending.

Pamela also stopped him when he sent flesh and blood puppets to control the royal city and began massacring the residents. But it's a pity that at that time, her status as the queen mother was useless to Stiles.

"Shut up!!"

Hearing Pamela's words, Stizer didn't know where the strength came from, jumped up, slapped Pamela hard, and directly slapped the distinguished queen dowager to the ground.

"You old woman, stop talking nonsense! Do you think you are still some kind of queen mother? Tell you, you are nothing now! You are just an old woman! I was more or less interested in you before , being with you now will only make me want to vomit! Who am I? I am a descendant of the great Holy Demon Cult, who is destined to rule the world! An old woman like you is not worthy of standing By my side!!"

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Oh, sorry, maybe we came at the wrong time."

"Why?"

Hearing this sudden sound, Stiles was stunned for a moment. He turned his head away, only to realize that a group of people had appeared in the royal court at some point, and the leader was a tall man wearing terrifying armor, standing Beside him is the one with blond hair and green eyes...

"Sheila! How dare you come back! Give me the key!"

Seeing Sheila, Stether roared angrily and rushed towards her directly.

"Give me the key! Give me the key! As long as I have that key, I can..."

However, before Stiles could finish his words, he saw Duanmuhuai's iron fist hit him directly on the cheek. With a scream, Stiles immediately flew upside down and slid on the ground for a long time. Time just stopped.

"Ah... ah... ah..."

Trembling and clutching his shattered cheekbones, Sticer writhed like a maggot on the ground with a painfully distorted expression. Just as he was wailing in pain, he saw a black figure appear in front of him. When Stiles looked up, he found Sheila standing there quietly, watching him.

It's just that the girl who was always trembling with fear, and didn't even dare to vent her nerves when facing her, now had cold and serious eyes—even filled with an indescribable majesty.

"Stether, it's all over."

Afterwards, looking at the prime minister who collapsed on the ground in front of her, Sheila answered lightly.