Chapter 1355 Kneeling to the Lord (asking for a monthly ticket)
When the rocket trailed a dazzling tail flame and flew over the city wall of Fantino in an ominous manner, Lich Marcel was suddenly startled, and a thought suddenly jumped out: Rain of fire and meteor~!
Those who can cast such a powerful fire spell can only be a high-end mage in the mage level.
The long flames of the rockets were exactly the same as the fire rain and meteors in his memory. It was one of the most powerful killing moves of the elemental mage.
I don't know how many lichs were killed by this move and were blown to pieces.
The Fire Meteor is not only a huge fireball, it will also explode violently when it gets close to the target, and every flame that explodes is extremely lethal.
Released by an elemental mage above the Archmage, it is powerful enough to kill three lichs.
"How can there be elemental mages in Fantino City? Aren't they hostile?" Lich Marcel said bitterly in his heart.
The whole world knows that there is a lot of grudge between mages and priests, and they have never been in contact with each other.
But why did the mage come to support Fantino?
When you see the enemy's misfortune, shouldn't you rejoice in it, sit aside and happily drink cold beer and eat mutton hot pot?
This situation completely subverted the lich Marcel's understanding and filled his heart with confusion.
He could only watch helplessly as the rocket soared, dived, landed, and then exploded with a bang.
The orange-red flames exploded like fireworks, looking particularly bright.
The dazzling flame was so bright that under its illumination, all nearby creatures appeared a little slender, and long, strange shadows were drawn behind them.
In the next moment, the orange flame suddenly expanded, engulfing all living creatures within a few dozen meters and disappearing.
Immediately afterwards, an air ripple visible to the naked eye expanded rapidly on the ground.
At this time, the thunderous "bang" sound when the arrow shell exploded reached his ears. Although it was still far away, the sound was so loud that it made his ears buzz.
Before he could react, the strong wind created by the shock wave was howling, and the biting wind made his clothes rustle, making him unsteady and almost falling to the ground.
When he looked at it carefully again, he couldn't help but take a breath of air.
I saw a black mushroom cloud rising from the spot. Within a range of nearly 100 meters, everything was clean, not even a blade of grass hair. Only the mushroom cloud hung ferociously in the sky.
This power was more powerful than the fire rain and meteors he was familiar with.
"Magister, damn it. It's the Magister~!" Before the shock in Marcel the Lich's heart had passed, he saw rockets being fired one after another from the city.
Dazzling fireballs rose into the sky continuously like beads.
"There's still...more than one~!"
Just now he was just surprised, but now Lich Marcel was filled with fear. Looking at the scale of the explosion, there were at least more than twenty magisters releasing spells. However, the total number of magisters in the world was less than twenty.
At this time, rockets fell to the ground one after another, and then exploded.
Boom boom boom boom…
The explosion was so violent that even the ground kept shaking. Although he was far away, Marcel still felt the ground under his feet rising and falling like waves.
The violent explosion only lasted less than half a minute, but in Marcel's mind it seemed like it had lasted half a year.
When the explosion ended, the entire land fell silent.
All the densely packed figures on the battlefield had disappeared, leaving only a sea of fire rising into the sky. Above the sea of fire, dozens of huge black mushroom clouds kept turning and rolling.
That situation was like the end of the world.
Marcel looked at the sea of fire in front of him, feeling confused for a while.
What can have such power is no longer a spell, but a forbidden curse. Only the legendary 'Doomsday Catastrophe' has such power to sweep across the battlefield.
Just now he was just surprised, but now Lich Marcel is already filled with fear: Forbidden Curse, doesn't it mean that there is only one Forbidden Curse Mage in mankind?
But before he could react, he saw another fireball rising into the sky from the city.
When Marcel the Lich saw this, his whole body went cold. He groaned lowly: This is so fucking unscientific~!
The reason why the Forbidden Curse is called the Forbidden Curse is that it is difficult to cast and consumes a lot of mana. A Forbidden Curse Mage casts it once, and it will be like suffering from kidney deficiency. He will have to rest for at least ten days and a half.
But...but in Fantino City, how come these people are like taking Viagra, they just did it once and then do it a second time?
What if, could it be said that there are two magicians in the city?
At this moment. The third batch, the fourth batch...
Sharp whistling sounds continued to sound.
Every time Marcel thought it was over, that Fantino had reached his last strength, a new rocket would pop up and penetrate his psychological bottom line.
This kind of psychological torture made him very miserable.
After the seventh batch of rockets were fired, Marcel was already tortured
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Want to die
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, completely despairing. If it weren't for the fact that the Lord was his enemy, and if it wasn't for the remaining pride in his heart, he would have wanted to kneel down to Lord Luo directly.
Finally, when the sound of the rocket launchers stopped ringing, Marcel waited for several minutes, and then slowly opened his eyes until it stopped.
Looking at the countless black mushroom clouds between the sky and the earth, he murmured: "Is it finally over?"
Immediately, his whole body trembled, and he looked around cautiously. Out of the lich's survival instinct, he thought of running away as soon as he reacted.
Since the beginning of the war, many lichs in front of the High Priest's Seat have died in battles, and it is not like the lich Marcel will become one of these unlucky people.
At this time, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up from the darkness in the north of Fantino.
A lich's miserable scream spread throughout the battlefield.
Lich Marcel's heart trembled. He could clearly feel the power of the holy spell just now from more than ten miles away. It must be the ultimate force of the Holy See, the ascetic monks and the Silver Wing Guards.
This moment solidified Lich Marcel's thoughts.
The north has obviously failed, and attacks from other directions have been blocked. The Fantino people will soon come out of the north gate to find the controller behind the undead creatures.
If you stay any longer, you will probably be attacked by the priest.
"Retreat~!" Marcel shouted hoarsely like a night owl. Then he turned around and flew into the night sky. He left behind the remaining corpse demons and splicing monsters in the gunfire, leaving them to struggle in the holy light.
The lich and dark mage in front heard Lich Marcel's order and immediately retreated without stopping for a moment.
They were not fools. Just by looking at the forbidden spell just now, they knew how powerful the enemy on the other side was. If it weren't for the fear of the high priest's punishment, they would have fled with their tails between their legs.
Losing the control of the dark mage, the corpse demon was quickly strangled to pieces.
At this time, in Fantino City.
"Attack~!"
Jacques Morlay, the leader of the Knights Templar, raised the holy sword in his hand, shouted loudly, and rushed out of the city gate first.
"For the light~!" The paladins of the Knights Templar shouted impassioned slogans, and followed them out, rushing straight into the darkness.
In the night sky, the Silver Wing Knight has been carrying the ascetic monks to wander in the sky, carefully searching for the dark atmosphere on the ground.
After a vigorous preparation of firepower, the Fantino people changed their defense and seized the opportunity to rush out.
The burning corpses all over the place illuminated the ground, and the bright holy magic in front pointed out the direction for the Knights Templar.
The Templar knights galloped on horseback, trampling the mutilated body fragments on the ground with their iron hooves. With the cooperation of the priests, they besieged the remaining dark creatures.
Even the splicing monster with strong vitality only has one breath left at this time.
Beating up drowned dogs is everyone's favorite. Faced with these once terrifying undead creatures, the priests each fought bravely to be the first.
Under siege by dozens of priests, they were quickly burned to ashes.
But unfortunately
, no trace of the dark mage was found on the ground.
Then Fantino blew a comprehensive
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Counterattack
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's horn.
The four doors opened with a bang. The clergymen in the city shouted the slogan "For the light" and bravely fought out.
After discovering the silhouette of the Blade Guards, the Lich and the Dark Mages accelerated their hasty retreat to the west to avoid being pursued by the Dervish Monks. The Lich focused its attention on the Blade Guards who were chasing behind them, and none of them could
Unexpectedly, six more terrifying killers were hidden in the night sky above them.
The Dragon Clan people who wanted to make extra money were already waiting for them in the sky.
The six people stared closely at the lich fleeing in the sky. The young man in charge gave them a look and solemnly said: "Remember what Mr. Brak said. Only fight sap, never fight head-on~!"
Several other people agreed with a playful smile and said: "I know, I know, Flory, you are so verbose."
The young man known as Flory curled his lips in annoyance, then waved his hand and said: "Come on~!"
He pulled up the black cloak and wrapped himself around himself. He turned into a cannonball and rushed down towards the Lich's team.
Flory's target is the lich hanging at the end of the team.
His speed was very fast, and the Lich was in such a panic that he didn't even notice that there was someone above them.
When he saw the black shadow flying down, it was already too late.
Flory smashed the tip of a silver sword in his hand, knocking the lich out of the air.
The Lich's body fell heavily to the ground. This little damage was nothing to the Lich.
Just as it was struggling to get up, five young men jumped out of nowhere and surrounded the lich. They swung their swords and smashed them into pieces. It was completely a street gang fighting technique.
Just as the Lich was about to gather his magic power and kill these nasty brats directly, there was a sudden vibration in his phylactery.
The Lich's spirit fell into a trance, which meant that his life box was broken and his spiritual power was leaking out.
"Who is this?" Before the Lich could start thinking about the answer, the green light in his eyes suddenly went out.
Flory raised the silver sword in his hand, smiled with satisfaction, took out the lich's phylactery inserted in the sword, weighed it in his hand, and said, "I got one thousand yuan."
Several people showed excited expressions and said: "This money is so easy to come by."
"I'll be next, I'll be~!"
As he spoke, a young man flew directly into the air, chasing the tail of the lich that fell at the back, shaking his hand and whipping out a long whip.
This whip was obviously a magic weapon. The moment it was thrown out, the long whip that was as agile as a spiritual snake suddenly became much longer, and it immediately wrapped around the lich's neck. Before the lich could react,
, pulling him to the ground.
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Lorraine carefully observed the entire battlefield. Seeing that the threats on all sides had come into contact, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous just now.
He had seen with his own eyes the horrific destruction caused by the zombie monster, and the tragedy of Edin Island was still vivid in his mind when he recalled it.
There are more than a dozen corpse demons and countless spliced monsters here.
Fortunately, the power of the rocket is as expected.
Lord Lorraine secretly reminded himself in his heart that even if he had weapons that were beyond this era, he could not relax his vigilance when facing a large group of mages.
God knows. They know some weird things.
Maybe when you pull one out, you'll be caught off guard.
"It seems that in the future we have to focus on how to defeat a pure mage team." Lord Lorraine thought secretly in his heart.
Mazovia's old face flushed with excitement, and she danced beside Lorraine and shouted: "Sir, great victory. Great victory~!"
The Lich and the Dark Mage escaped, and the undead creatures on the battlefield were naturally defeated. This battle should be said to have been won.
But Lord Lorraine always felt that something was missing, that it was not complete enough.
"What else is there that I haven't thought of?" Lorraine frowned and thought nervously, and suddenly glanced in the direction of the Semitic camp from the corner of his eyes.
He tapped his palm and shouted excitedly: "By the way, why did I forget it~!"
Mazovia was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Sir, what have you forgotten?"
Lorraine pointed at the Semitic camp in the darkness and said with a smile: "Do you still remember the commotion in the Semitic camp a few hours ago?"
Mazovia nodded and said: "Because of fear of the dark mage, the enemies all withdrew."
"What do you think is left in the enemy's camp now?" Lorraine patted Mazovia on the shoulder and laughed and said: "Old horse, it's time to take advantage~!"
Then he ordered loudly: "Leave the city, let's go and secure the demon clan's camp."
Patlaud agreed loudly and said: "Yes, order the whole group to follow me."
Lorraine turned around and walked down the city. He suddenly stopped and said with a smile: "Oh, by the way, don't forget to bring some souvenirs to the demons."
Patlaud was stunned for a moment, and then sneered. Apparently he understood what Lorraine was talking about as a souvenir, and said sadly: "Yes, sir, I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me. We still have that kind of stuff."
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Lorraine led a section of the Eagle Division to gallop out of the city gate and rushed straight to the Semitic camp in the west of the city. In order to show his bravery, Mazovia followed him regardless of fatigue.
Along the way, priests were purifying the corpses of undead creatures. They chanted sonorous prayers and used holy light to turn the broken and charred corpses into ashes.
Lorraine crossed the battlefield and came to rein in the horse in front of the Semitic camp. Just as he had guessed, the Semitic camp was silent, without any sound, and there was no breath of living people at all.
However, Patlaud was still worried. He waved his hand and said loudly: "First Battalion, check carefully and clear this place."
A group of soldiers jumped off their horses, pulled the shotguns on their backs, and rushed in.
Ten minutes later, it was finally confirmed that the Semitic camp was indeed empty.
Lorraine and Mazovia then rode in.
There were still pots and pans scattered on the ground, and some tents fell to the ground, which showed that the enemy retreated in a hurry.
In the center of the camp, the baggage vehicles were neatly arranged together. All kinds of materials were piled up in the open air.
Lorraine even saw flour piled five or six meters high with a raincloth on top, which showed that the Semitic people did not pay much attention to them.
Normally, food is stored in special military tents.
These supplies were definitely not shipped from the Semitic continent, they should have been collected from the occupied territories.
The venture capital company's intelligence station in the occupied areas is still active, and Lorraine knows everything about the news ahead.
At present, it seems that because of the cooperation of De Rossi, the traitor, the method of the High Priest of the Undead to support war through war is still successful.
After Patlaud walked around in a circle, he went to Lorraine and asked for instructions: "Sir, what should I do with these supplies?"
"Needless to say, burn them all." Lorraine snorted and said, "Don't forget the gifts we prepared for our demon friends."
Patlaud laughed and said: "I dragged all the goods at the bottom of the box."
The soldiers of the Eagle Division immediately began to prevent fires in a planned and efficient manner. The fire quickly broke out in the Semitic camp. The fire spread rapidly, and soon the entire camp turned into a sea of flames.
Lorraine and Mazovia turned around and returned to Fantino, while the remaining Eagle Division soldiers unloaded heavy wooden boxes from the carriages they brought.
The soldiers picked up the engineering shovel and dug a hole in the ground, carefully buried something in it, then took a few steps back and dug another small hole.
Mazovia looked strange and said: "Sir, what are you burying?"
Lorraine glanced behind him and saw that the Eagle Masters were becoming more and more obscene. They were the only way to pick out some Semitic people.
These guys even deliberately left a few piles of grain unburned, and chopped the grain into densely packed areas, waiting for the Semites to take the initiative to deliver it to their doorstep.
It is conceivable that after the camp was burned down, the remaining food became the treasure of the Semitic people. They would not leave it alone, as this food would become deadly bait.
"They are all low-life people." Sir Lorraine secretly laughed in his heart.
Under the tireless teachings of Lorraine himself and Chairman Leo, the Eagle Division's combat style inherited the styles of the two, while desperately emphasizing firepower. As the Eagle Division staff often say, if you can't take it down
, that’s because you don’t have enough firepower.
Larger caliber artillery and weapons with greater lethality have always been the pursuit of the Eagle Division.
However, in terms of tactical deployment, he always plays the trick of a shady person. He likes to lure the enemy into the fire net and eliminate it.
Lorraine smiled and shook his head, saying: "Landmines are like artillery shells, but they explode when stepped on. There are high-explosive mines, steel ball mines, and a jumping mine.
After being stepped on, it will fly into the air as high as a person and shoot out two hundred blades as big as fingernails within a radius of five meters. Even if it cannot be beaten to death, it will be disabled for life."
Mazovia turned his head and glanced at the soldiers laying the mine, and immediately galloped forward two steps on his horse.
Lorraine suddenly slapped his forehead and said: "General Patlaud, remember to draw and record the mined area. We still have to clean it up after the battle."
Then he looked at the night sky in the west and said with a smile: "The things are ready for you. I hope you like it."