"We can't hold on much longer! These mechanical beings are like mad dogs, endlessly surging forward!"
"We can't retreat! Protect the church! If Su Ming'an dies, we have no way to resist Ta Wei, and Caius Tower is doomed!"
Under the dense clouds, the city-state fell like the deep sea, with thunder flashing between the clouds, illuminating the blood on people's faces.
The church standing in the night was covered with the remnants of mechanical beings, and the fragmented bodies of soldiers floated, accumulating into pools of blood. Players struggled to defend the church, fighting off wave after wave of mechanical assaults like surging human waves.
This was the first time since the beginning of the Ninth World that players were so united—they had a commander they needed to protect.
"Xiaoqi! Learn from my movements!"
In the crowd, an old man with white hair flipped his palm, turning his waist as the pivot, and miraculously cleared a path through the flames.
