Raymond also raised his gaze in that direction and whispered to himself.⊙
Although he has never truly entered the core center of the Imperial Army, his thirty-year military career has made him already aware of all the secrets. He does not need to take a second look to know those who are stepping into the army.
The knights who came out of the Light Gate were the legendary Imperial Royal Guards... Countless glimmers of light rolled around, forming fluttering wings behind those figures, making their bodies covered with full armor stagnant in the air, as if they had descended into the world from legends.
angel in space.
Royal Garrison.
This legion with an unremarkable name is composed of the most elite knights among the Golden Flower Knights of Illyria. The ordinary name may not be able to reflect its essence. After all, in the nearly a thousand years after the disappearance of the Imperial Elector Legion, they
Undoubtedly represents some kind of pinnacle of the Imperial Knights... Even though for a long time, the Knights
The evaluation of levels is extremely weak, but the royal family has never relaxed in the selection and construction of this legion. Every member of them has at least the strength of a high-ranking knight - only one step away from the great knight, a genuine high-ranking one.
The knight's strength and spiritual power also have outstanding potential.
Each of them is not only good at swordsmanship like ordinary knights, but also must have considerable knowledge of magic to help them use magic items to fight against troublesome opponents, including mages. In addition,
In addition, there are also strict age requirements - Raymond knows this very well because he once had a chance to become one of them when he was young, but he missed it due to issues with his swordsmanship and age.
Such strict standards have kept the number of this legion at a very low level. It is said that during the most powerful period in history, there were never more than 300 people. They are the last line of defense for the royal family, but there are rumors that there are also
I didn't expect that the tentacles of the rebel party have reached such a place... Is it a fake order? Or is it using some kind of magic to control? Or... But in any case, the opponent's power is already beyond
The imagination is huge, and the only hope for people like himself is this mysterious and powerful young man in front of him. If he can take away the Marquise, then there is still room for recovery, otherwise...he sees
There is absolutely no way he could kill the child by himself.
The throbbing pain in his ribs and the violent cough forced him to lower his head again and slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his lips. He looked at the fainted companions scattered around him and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Thinking about this, is there any point?
His time in this play has come to an end. The situation has long been beyond the control of knights or spies. Now, the only thing most people here can do is to be spectators, in vain.
Observing everything happening.
But obviously not everyone has the same awareness as this old knight.
Tahitian squinted her eyes and stared at the shining halo in the sky. Although the person just now said what might happen, when this scene actually appeared in front of her eyes, the female knight couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air - especially
I noticed that behind the figures wearing armor or robes that jumped out of the space one by one, there was something weird and huge.
The shape of that thing looks like a large piece of metal, shaped into an irregular sharp pyramid. The sharp edges flash with a dim red luster in the night sky, but in the eyes of beings blessed with secret vision, it looks like
It's so bright that it's dazzling - the magical creation has such a luster. It's almost the only time a female knight has seen it in her life!
As reinforcements, these mages obviously cannot bring a useless thing. The most reasonable guess is that it is a magic weapon. And judging from the way it is suspended in the air, it is probably something like a golem...
...but if a normal golem wants to fly, it should have a pair of wings - even if it is a legendary
The dragon golem in question is no exception, because golems with attributes are often incredibly heavy. Using magic power to provide flight skills for a long time to support such a heavy item is a huge burden for the magic circle that supplies energy. If it ignores this
A little, then it means that the energy it can generate is huge enough, and the loss can be ignored.
Twenty high-level knights, twelve mages, and an unimaginable magic weapon... With such a scale, even if you compare it head-on with a magician, you may not necessarily be at a disadvantage, right?
The various speculations in her heart made the female knight turn her head and want to find out something from that person.
But the man spoke first - not to her, but to the sword master: "Hey, didn't you say there are twenty mages?" He raised his chin, and the doubt in his voice sounded very provocative:
"There seem to be only twelve here?"
Even though according to legend, every magician has an eccentric personality, this guy's performance can be called 'crazy', right?
Tahiti gritted her teeth fiercely, and spent a lot of effort to restrain herself from drawing her sword and stabbing that hateful face, and then asked him what bad impulse he had when the number of enemies was reduced——
However, she didn't dare.
At this time, she could of course think that the Edward in front of her was probably that Edward... the legendary young wizard of Tuminis. Therefore, let alone stabbing him with a sword, even glaring at that guy would probably be a shame.
It will also take away all her courage.
But even if he really has the strength of a master level, is he sure that he can fight against the enemies in the sky?
Regarding that taunting question, Sarachi remained silent...
When the portal appeared, he felt a little proud in his heart. He was proud that the arrival of the reinforcements was such a warning and just blocked the opponent in the siege. If the opponent started to flee because of this, it could help him save a little face.
opportunity... However, at this moment, the man's smile became more and more cheerful, and Sarachi could see that this expression did not seem to be fake at all, it was purely natural.
How much difference does it make between twelve or twenty mages?
For a sword master, there is no such thing. If the two people are in different positions, he will only think about how to escape... The damage that multiple mages can cause is definitely not as simple as the sum of numbers. As long as they cooperate well, they can often exert their full potential.
Two or three times more, or even incalculable destructive power. And now we have to add those guard knights, who can also use magic weapons and props.
But the enemy in front of him didn't care at all.
In other words...that's his purpose.
With the ability of a powerful spellcaster, they could have escaped long ago, such as flying, or destroying the not-so-thick wall in front of them, but since he appeared, he has never moved a foot!
A certain guess suddenly flashed through Saraci's mind, and the rock-hard hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble slightly.
It's not that the reinforcements came so quickly, but that scary guy had no intention of leaving at all...the arriving reinforcements were his new prey!
No way?
Unfortunately... that person has already started. The moment the door of space opens, the invisible tentacles of the soul have expanded, encompassing the surrounding area with a radius of four hundred feet, twisting, extending, weaving... and finally turning into his eyes.
Among them, there are two points of silver light like lights.
The huge metal cone-like magic instrument instantly spread out with a green luster, surrounding the surrounding area of 120 feet.
That is a spell-invalidation barrier. And it is obvious that at least two kinds of super-magic circle enhancements have been carried out, namely spell upgrading and expansion, which can at least prevent spells of five to six levels from producing any effect. Generally speaking, even a genuine*
Master. Most of his attack methods are also limited to this range, and the spells of the seventh and eighth levels, whether activated personally or using scrolls, are extremely expensive. They are rarely used in the first round of testing and containment.
among.
In addition, the twelve mages have also prepared corresponding spell defenses on their bodies. Energy damage reduction, arrow protection, shields, and at least five or six triggering protection spells... The psychic warlock's
His eyes swept over those lusters, and the corresponding memories emerged from his heart. However, he only glanced at them.
That means nothing to him.
"Well, it seems pretty good. It's much better than those trash fish..."
He spoke softly, but correspondingly, there were muffled hums and screams in the sky. Peiran's inexplicable spiritual power rushed into the thirty-two defenseless heads along the invisible tentacles, and there was something contained in them.
This kind of power entangled and stirred - the ground fell into horrified silence for a moment, and almost everyone could only stare and open their mouths... looking at the sky like a dying fish, those high-altitude guys suddenly curled up
.
The dull blast sounded a bit like beating a rotten wooden barrel.
But with every sound, one or two heads were exploding into fountains of blood. The effects of the flying technique dissipated as the lives disappeared, and the headless corpses rolled down like stones!
Until just now, they were still powerful and noble imperial knights, but in an instant, they had turned into five-headed corpses. This terrifying death scene was even far beyond the bursting fireball, and the fear was like an invisible giant claw.
, tearing at everyone's heart and pushing them into a trance. The little hope that had just been gathered due to the arrival of reinforcements was crushed into fine powder in an instant.
Only the initiator of all this was sighing with dissatisfaction - although it was not without effect, after all, the expected headshot scene did not happen. Especially the more than ten mages, they were just screaming because of severe headaches, but
The magic power hidden in their souls eventually destroyed the power of psychic powers.
It seems that Iskandar’s tricks are not limited to the so-called ‘Emperor’s Chosen Knights’.
"Damn..." The remaining knights in the sky were obviously well-trained. They barely resisted the churning pain in their heads and began to draw out wands and scrolls from their belts, but before that, the second blow had already
Coming from the ground...the tiny crystal ball flew out from Edward's fingertips and flew over hundreds of
At a distance of several feet, the crystal ball had expanded to the size of a human head, and then exploded! Thousands of tiny crystal balls were sprayed around like shotguns, and the gap between the helmets, which was only a few fingers wide, became the knight's fatal weakness. Miserable screams
After a sudden stop, several of the remaining knights fell headlong from the air!
Although the magic shields around the mages unfolded one after another, and energy sparks flashed, the enemy's attack was obviously carefully calculated - the spells of several mages had just been barely formed, but they all backfired under this interference, causing
They also joined the ranks of the fall!
"What the hell, what the hell" a mage shouted: "Did you hear that?"
The shouts made several mages around them frown - on the battlefield. Especially in confrontations between spellcasters, the most stringent rules usually restrict the words of mages, because their voices need to be reserved for any possibility.
For voice-driven spells, other words may distract them, especially in confrontations with powerful enemies.
But the mage seemed to have no intention of stopping at all, "Didn't you hear? Hey!" he screamed until everyone glared at him: "That buzzing sound just now! This is not magic... look at his eyes!"
As the leader, the mage gritted his teeth. He almost thought that this guy was controlled by some magic, but what he said next shocked him!
The buzzing sound, and that person's eyes... Even a few hundred feet away, even in the silent night, those two silver stars were so bright and cold.
"...Psychic powers! Everyone, will protection!"
He almost screamed subconsciously. But his Adam's apple trembled and he restrained himself. The man's face became extremely clear in his field of vision...so clear that it disgusted him - the mage did not care whether it would affect the spell later.
As a result, he subconsciously bit the tip of his tongue, letting the numb tingling remind him that this was not a dream, but his bad luck - although deep down in his heart, he seriously hoped that this was just a nightmare, at least he could dream.
Awake.
In fact, it was just a rumor, something that only emerged after the Tianting Master Tower was destroyed. About the young mage of Tuminis... Some people swore that they had conducted a lot of intelligence spying on him. They claimed that he used
It is not a spell, but a skill derived from the illithids in the Underdark. The evil ways inherited by the aberrations have given him power that is difficult to understand and difficult to defend...
He stretched out his hand and grasped it, letting the protective spells in the two rings on his fingers activate respectively. He immediately stretched out his wand towards the figure of the man.
Is it really true? That should be it...except for that guy, I don't know...I shouldn't be that unlucky, right?
The pain and messy thoughts in his head made the flow of the magic network extremely obscure, and before he could calm down, the man had already turned his eyes towards him.
"Do you know me?" he asked. His voice was soft, but it passed through the hundreds of feet between the two. It echoed in the ears of every mage. The voice was so weird that even hearing it
In an instant, several mages nodded blankly and listened to him continue:
"Don't move if you know me. If you do, I'll beat you to death."
hint……
The leader of the mage bit his tongue hard and let the blood flow out of the corner of his mouth, but at least it helped him to clear his mind and not continue to indulge in the surging fear! Trying to encourage the remaining spirit, he dived in front of him
The metal creature roared loudly and vaguely.
Edward frowned.
The mage's roar just now was hoarse and low, but it was clearly not a meaningless roar - that cry was actually very clear and accurate, but it was in the language of Purgatory...the language of the devil.
The inheritance of magic in this world is complex and complex. In addition to self-development and innovation, part of its heritage comes from dragons and elves, but some also come from the outer interface. Therefore, a mage is proficient in Elf language, Dragon language, and even Celestial language.
Not surprising, but Infernal and Abyssal are not very common.
If the source of these guys is contacted...
The thoughts in his heart were spinning, Edward's fingertips moved slightly, and the power of mind control came out of thin air, tearing the mage's body away from the metal! But even though the distance was widened, there was an extra layer of connection between the two.
——Thick plasma spurted out from the mage's facial features like pillars, and countless drops of blood floated in the air, instantly rendering the surrounding space bright red!
How could one person's blood render such a huge space?
Of course not alone.
The mage's blood is just a guide. Countless plasma is gathering from all directions, from the bodies of those who died in the small town, the injured, and even the bodies of ordinary soldiers... When the roar expanded, some soldiers began to lose their minds.
Then he pulled out his weapon and slashed at his comrades indiscriminately!
Tragic screams were flying all around, and blood was gathering in the air... The dark red six rays were already vaguely visible!
Among the six rays, a vague shadow was also taking shape, but it was not the majestic figure that Edward knew, but a naked body, similar to a human being, except that there was a huge horn on the top of his head. He let out a giggle.
The sneer seemed to be staring at the psychic. But a blood-red shadow connected it to the baby next to Edward, who was being held by the female knight!
"Do you know my name?" A vague roar echoed in the space. Then there was a wave of fluctuations in the surrounding crowd. The soldiers fell to the ground inexplicably and panicked, pressed their faces against the ground, and murmured in low voices.
Cheng Hongda said: "Emperor for thousands of years, Lord of all ages, since he is my emperor..."
What's this?
Tahiti backed away in horror, almost throwing the child out of her hands, but just when she looked at the blood line and was at a loss, an indifferent voice suddenly occupied all her hearing, and sang like a terrible chant.
Completely obscured in unison!
"So annoying!"
It was just a sound, not loud, but the space was vibrating... The blood beads floating in the air scattered with a bang, turning into a rain of blood. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!