Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Under the leadership of Huen Gaoling, hundreds of tauren like a group of bloodthirsty evil spirits, rushing from left to right on Teflin's ship, as if into an uninhabited state.

Chief Gaoling, waving the blood-stained giant spear in his hand, among thousands of demons, played the tauren Wushuang, the terrifying roar shook the sky and the earth, where the giant spear flew, a sharp Persian machete, The dregs crushed into steel, pieces of scarlet flesh and blood, were torn into countless pieces of shattered remains.

Three half-devil sailors, holding up their shields, tried to stop Hu En's invincible charge. However, at the moment when the giant spear and the shield came into contact, the Teflins felt that their shield-holding arms were as if they had been hit hard by a siege mallet! The three of them were directly smashed by the tauren's brute force and flew through three stern scarlet arcs in the air!

"Go to hell! Monster! All glory to the King of Kings!"

Looking at the huge monsters slaughtering his own people, the commander of the fleet, his eyes filled with anger, he sang the language of purgatory in a low voice, playing with the flames of **** with his hands.

Huen Gaoling keenly felt the wave of magic, he raised his head suddenly, his stern eyes, and quickly locked on the target of the spell. His burly arm, which was thicker than the waist of an adult man and several laps thicker, threw the giant spear in his hand!

The blood-coated killing blade, roaring, dancing, and spinning in the air, with its master's determination to kill, whistling and tearing through the dark night, straight through the wizard's clothes and chest, His dying body was severely nailed to the deck of the fishing boat.

The demon-born soldiers turned around and looked around in amazement. How dare their leader be pierced to death on the spot by a huge spear flying across the sky? Before they could get over, the tauren chief bent down again and rushed towards his spear. The demons who dared to block his charge path were crushed by their tough flesh. , The flesh and blood torn by his hideous horns!

There were dozens of sailors, and even the behemoth beasts hit by rampage, lifted up into the high night sky, like dumplings, and fell into the sea with "puff" and "puff".

After a while, amidst the ripples of their falling into the sea, a cloud of red blood appeared.

One charge, just one charge, the tauren chieftain was unscathed and killed himself in front of his giant spear. He pulled it up with one hand, and the cold water immediately spewed in along the crack in the bottom of the ship! Hu En riveted his strength and swept away, the giant spear and the mage's corpse on it, split the formation of the demon descendant to pieces!

A pair of huge hard hoofs are constantly raised and lowered. On the deck of the ship, a song of impassioned and fearless war songs was played. The tauren rushed from left to right. The sharp horns and spears in their hands pierced, tore, and provoked a soft body. The two sides had just started fighting for less than three minutes, and Teflin Mariner completely collapsed in great fear. , Screaming and jumping into the sea to escape!

"Huh, huh—"

The tauren chopped all the way from the bow to the stern. Seeing that there was no way to go ahead, Huen Gaoling finally stopped the attack and took a rest on the spot. His pair of huge horns were densely covered. The corpses of four or five demons, as well as countless fragments and pieces of meat.

The dripping blood, like hundreds of **** streams, slowly dripped down his hideous face and strong muscles.

The second Teflin assault fleet also bypassed the wall of flames of Greek fire, rounded back to the right side of the Roman Legion, and hit the huge flagship of the 30th Urpius Victory Legion.

The half-humans and half-devils just wanted to launch an attack, only to find that a huge terrifying monster stood up on the warship in the dark night.

"It's the devil's fleet! The crossbowmen are firing! The giant is ready to attack!"

After receiving the warning from the Twelfth Legion, the soldiers of the Legion who had prepared for it, under the order of the Lord of the Thirtieth Legion, launched a counterattack. A burly and majestic giant lifted up heavy boulders and threw them at the fishing boat on the right wing. The soldiers manipulated the scorpion crossbows at the bow and tail of the ship. Accompanied by the roar of the bowstring vibration, they shot out a thick, heavy, The huge horrible spear.

Suddenly, the huge rocks and spears covering the sky and the sun, like a dense swarm of locusts, roared and flooded Teflin's fleet. The spears and huge rocks roared through the broken fishing boats and stirred up on the sea. Great waves!

Countless fishing boats slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea, slowly forming a huge vortex like a black hole on the sea. The sailors who fell into the water flapped their arms in vain, trying to escape the gravity of the vortex, but they were still there. In despair, one after another was drawn into the dark and secluded abyss.

"Damn! We just slackened for one night, and we were caught off guard by the enemy... It seems that in the face of these bastards, no matter how cautious we are."

The lord of the 30th Legion bit his red lips, his enchanting ketone body, just wrapped in a black sheepskin coat, stood on the damp and icy deck, a biting cold wind hit, and his beautiful face Above, the glamorous red lips were instantly frozen as pale as ice and snow. The calf, which was bare outside the sheepskin jacket, trembled uncontrollably.

"Turn the rudder right and crush them."

Under the command of the lord of the legion, the giant ships turned quickly. The soldiers raised their whips and berated the slaves for paddling at full speed. Once a slave died of exhaustion, he would immediately be thrown into the sea. Reduce weight, put on new slaves, and create a path of death covered with corpses after the route.

However, a huge battleship, also in this almost harsh lash, spewed hundreds of boulders and spears, destroyed the ships of the demonite, and destroyed the formation of the enemy, while swiftly moving towards Pushing forward, the steel at the top of the fleet collided with the corners, and under the thunderous sky, gleaming with cold light!

On the other hand, the fleet conscripted by Teflin? The masts of those fishing boats are not even as tall as the decks of battleships!

In the contrast of this almost crushed body shape, there is no suspense about victory at all, and the quality of the fleets of the two sides is like a cloud and mud difference.

The fleet of the Thirtieth Legion, like a ruin, rolled directly from the center of the half-devil fleet, and all the boats that were too late to escape were drawn into the bottom of the huge ship and were devastated. As for the boats on both sides, they are all exposed within the range of giants and scorpion crossbows.

A huge ship, like a stroll in their own garden, crushing the ship in front, while shooting at the demons on both sides, while throwing the tired rowing slaves there. The ice-cold sea full of debris, and thousands of corpses.