Twenty-two, The outcome of the battle is unpredictable

  "Today is really an unlucky day."

  Fili gazed out at the dense throngs of elven soldiers outside the door, his entire body drenched in cold sweat. Cursing Governor Norm for forcing him to come on this suicidal mission, he grabbed his portable Magic Web terminal and began frantically casting Fireball, Mafuyu's Strong Acid Arrow, and Advanced Missile Storm, as if they were going out of style at a supermarket holiday sale.

  The Red Robe Mages used their spells more efficiently, setting up multiple barriers in front of themselves while using magic projectiles and other physical attacks to deal with the Spirit Soldiers who had a large amount of magical defensive equipment. They also changed the terrain in a timely manner to coordinate with the Troll Warriors' battle. The Great Druid hid inside the temple, constantly throwing stones, copper statues, and anything else that could be thrown at the Spirits' heads, and no matter what kind of magic-resistant armor they had, it couldn't withstand such violent attacks. A large number of owls and bats were summoned by the Great Druid to circle above the square, occasionally dropping small bombs, making it impossible for people to defend against them.

  "What kind of monster is this?" Idriel was finally speechless after dodging the 20th magical missile, the human mage in front of him wearing a pink robe seemed to have an endless supply of spells, completely ignoring the limits of spell slots, while he himself was about to exhaust his own magic. "Stop attacking the main gate, use explosives to blast open the wall!"

  The current Woguo Temple has lost its usual grandeur and instead resembles the most dilapidated earth spirit den. The ground, due to repeated use of mud and oil spells, has become like a cesspit, slippery and sticky. Strange-shaped earthen walls and stone walls are scattered all over the square and stairs, with defenders using these obstacles to protect themselves while continuously firing cold guns.

  After two batches of sappers slipped or got stuck while transporting explosives, Idriel had to use up the last spell he had prepared for today, using "Mud to Stone" to forcibly pave a path. The soldiers first suppressed the Philistines with dense volleys, making it impossible for them to lift their heads, and then stabbed the explosive-laden horses in the buttocks, causing the warhorses to whinny and charge towards the temple.

  "Rumble!"

  "Whoosh!"

  It was probably because the great Druid had dug up too many stones to smash people, and the sturdy Temple of Wogga actually collapsed halfway with a loud noise. The civilians hiding inside didn't need to be said, even the Red Robe Mages and the Zorvath Warriors were knocked down by flying debris.

  Daru was lucky enough to dig out of the rubble, looked up and found that the elite elf soldiers were rushing towards him with red eyes and bayonets, and he quickly rolled and crawled away in a hurry.

  "Retreat!" Seeing that the precisely positioned transmission array had been crushed by the collapsed ceiling, and all obstacles were destroyed by the temple's debris, Fili dragged a red-robed mage who was knocked unconscious by falling rocks, turned around and ran. The others also gave up fighting, dodging bullets flying from behind while fleeing in the direction they thought was safe.

  "Fire!"

  As Idriel's sword sliced down, the last three hundred plus anti-demon bullets shot towards the backs of dozens of fleeing figures, at least a quarter of whom fell to the ground with miserable cries, but the rest successfully disappeared into the darkness.

  "It's finally over, and at what a cost!" Idriel let out a long sigh as he watched the soldiers clearing the battlefield, tending to the wounded and replenishing their ammunition. His mood lightened instantly. He found a rock to sit on, then pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, which Gilbert immediately lit for him. Idriel took a deep drag, feeling satisfied, and exhaled a plume of smoke into the air.

  Suddenly, his cigarette fell to the ground, and even the ash burned his hand without him noticing.

  Several huge dark shadows accompanied by a rumbling sound rushed towards the already ruined Wogin Temple.

  "Hahaha! Charge! Now it's your turn to be unlucky!" Fili sat in the cockpit of the mobile suit, frantically pushing the control stick. "I kick! I trample! I punch! You bastards all go to hell!"

  Feili and his group hastily escaped from the temple, made a chaotic turn in the city that was ablaze with flames, and unexpectedly found the warehouse where they had stored the assembled magic puppets. The ecstatic mages immediately jumped onto the puppets and returned to look for trouble with great fanfare.

  Five black assembly puppets rampaged through the burning streets, shouting spirit soldiers began to flee in a frenzy. These cumbersome iron men had already fallen behind in regular battles, but at night they were still mobile fortresses with boundless power. The front assembly puppet sat on top of a black bear's head, holding a bag of Phil's, scattering deadly metal balls everywhere, while the rear assembly puppets directly crushed the lucky ones who hadn't died under magical attacks yet.

  Many spirits, seeing they couldn't outrun these giants, simply found a nearby house to hide in. However, these gigantic iron men ignored the streets' restrictions and with one flying kick, violently demolished the houses on both sides, burying the spirits inside under the rubble.

  Watching his subordinates swarm around like headless flies, Idriel's temples bulged with rage, he grabbed the command knife and slammed the scabbard against his subordinates, finally organizing his troops to counterattack.

  "Bang! Bang!" The dense gunfire sounded, and the Constructed Puppet's eyes flashed with a hint of spiritual energy. All the bullets fell to the ground powerlessly.

  "Switch to Burst Mode!"

  "There are no more anti-tank rounds!" The soldier cried out in despair as he gazed at the increasingly approaching giant iron man.

  "We'll have to open fire!"

  Another round of gunfire was blocked by the mages' defensive magic, and the gathered elf soldiers scattered again. Several elf suicide bombers, carrying explosive packs, charged towards the golem while screaming.

  "Spider Web Technique!"

  "Mire Technique!"

  The red-robed mages rendered the efforts of the skeletal warriors futile. A druid emerged from nowhere, pulling out a flagpole and lifting up a struggling spirit still entangled in webs, then violently flung it outward. The explosive pack detonated mid-air, sending human fragments raining down with sparks. This horrific scene only spurred the spirit soldiers to run faster, desperate to get as far away as possible from these killing machines.

  The artillery on the city wall, under the guidance of the fairy army's distress fireworks, tried to fire at the assembled magic puppets. However, using fixed fort cannons to hit the rapidly moving assembled magic puppets in the dark night was a high-difficulty task. Several rounds of cannon fire not only failed to hit one assembled magic puppet, but also killed and injured many of their own people with stray shrapnel. The remaining civilians and militia were greatly encouraged by this situation, and they crawled out of the basements and sewers, gathering their last bit of courage to launch a final counterattack against the invaders, and intense gunfire erupted throughout the city once again.

  Ludwig felt something was off.

  The sudden sound of gunfire outside started again, mixed with the panicked cries of the elves. The enemy inside the house seemed to be rushing out in a hurry as well. He hesitated for a moment, then walked to the window with his handgun, wanting to take a look. As soon as he lifted his head, a huge black shadow almost blocked the entire window.

  "Bang!" The window glass shattered to the ground under external force. A pink figure and broken glass fell onto the carpet in the room together, Ludwig nervously raised his gun, but immediately put it down. Because when that pink figure stood up, he saw a familiar black long hair.

  "Miss Taylor, oh no, it's Mr. Taylor." Ludwig knocked his own head, "How did you get here, has the reinforcement arrived?"

  Fili shook off the glass debris from his hair and clothes, then gave Ludwig a fist salute. "Mr. Speaker, I've been ordered to lead the team ahead to protect you as we enter the city. The reinforcements will follow soon..."

  "Boom!" Another huge figure jumped into the room through the window, knocking Ludwig to the ground. Then a series of explosions began outside, and the Speaker's residence was like a small boat in a stormy sea under the impact of the shockwave. The intense shaking threw Fili to the ground, unable to get up no matter how hard he tried.

  As the tremors subsided slightly, Fili lifted her head to look outside and saw a row of burning mechanical puppets on the street, as well as flying ships floating slowly in the sky. The elven soldiers in the distance were cheering and running towards here.

  "Oh, damn it!" Fili closed his eyes in agony.