Rebels equipped with bows, arrows and muskets came like a tide and surrounded the Nebula Temple.
Harandil took out the map and handed it to the knight: "I have an elite commando team here, ready to enter the temple to investigate and see what is going on there. Can you lead them?"
There is no contradiction between confirming Galadia's situation and investigating the temple, but Griffith did not immediately agree.
After observing for a while, he discovered that although there were many rebel soldiers, they mainly relied on the bows and arrows and muskets in their hands to shoot from a long distance. Although the half-elf troops outside the temple were suppressed and unable to move, none of them were powerful.
melee troops to seize their positions.
"Why launch an attack today?" Griffith shook his head, "Mortals have limits. Fighting against high-level Beyonders and the mysteries of sealed objects not only requires new weapons, but also a fearless spirit and perfect organizational training. Yours
People can only be regarded as militiamen, and this battle will turn into a massacre.
"You should lie low and wait for Confederate troops to arrive."
Harandil pointed to his feet:
"We also want to wait, but...
"Many intelligence agents lurking in the temple spread a message before they died - the elves were activating some kind of terrible weapon. Once they were allowed to complete it, the rebels would face catastrophe.
"Today is our last offensive time limit."
Countless arrows shot through the air, and hundreds of muskets fired. The half-elf guards guarding the entrance to the temple gradually became overwhelmed and retreated into the temple to close the door.
An invisible shield ripples like water waves, covering this magnificent building. Arrows and projectiles hitting it can only stir up ripples, but cannot damage the building at all. The elves who retreat can still pass through the wall.
The hidden shooting hole fires back outside, constantly knocking down the attacking rebels.
"You have to find a way to break through these barriers!" Griffith said, "Find me some grenades, I may be able to help you."
"Don't worry, Mr. Knight, these barriers cannot prevent low-speed passage. I got explosives from an old acquaintance. These treasures are specialized in defensive buildings." Harandil waved to his companions, "Guys, let the assault engineers
Come up!"
A small team arrived in response. They were all humans, wearing breastplates and armed themselves with short-barreled muskets, axes, pickaxes and shovels. Each of them also carried a gray square backpack.
There was a squadron of these assault engineers of the Canaanite Rebel Army. They took action upon receiving the order. Under the cover of intensive fire, they spread out along the entire road, lowering their bodies and advancing carefully.
The elves in the temple did not notice their approach at the first time. When the first batch of assault engineers hung their backpacks on the wall, they immediately lit the fuse of the backpacks and retreated quickly.
"boom!"
Griffith shook with the ground. The explosion occurred between the shield and the wall, blowing a gap as high as a person into the solid temple. The shock wave even knocked down the elves and half-elf guards inside, and continued
The constant counterattacks suddenly stopped.
"Attack!" shouted a rebel commander.
As soon as he raised his sword, dazzling flames ignited all over his body. The powerful slogans immediately turned into miserable wails. He was rolling on the ground, and the firelight illuminated the soldiers standing not far away, looking at their commander.
Burned into a ball of black coal.
The elves started to fight back!
The invisible storm condensed and turned into a sharp blade, cutting down the shooting rebels in pieces.
A sickening sound wave swept through the bunker where the rebels were hiding.
"Boom!"
The heads of the human rebels exploded one after another like tomatoes that had been stepped on. In less than ten seconds, a whole street of soldiers was swept by the sound wave, and they were covered in red and white on the wall.
"It's the wizard from Canaan!" Griffith stamped his feet anxiously, "Where is your sniper?"
His answer was a scream. Most of the rebels were civilians who had taken up arms and had never seen the battlefield or its mystery. The horror before them was so frightening that they could not move, let alone fight back, and even forgot to escape.
The deadly ferocious aura surged out of the temple crazily as if alive. Eyeball-shaped magical creations wandered in the air, catching traces of living people.
"Get out of the way!" Griffith grabbed Harandil and dragged him into the ditch. The soldiers who had no time to escape were torn to pieces behind them, with their flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Attacking magic, violent spiritual energy collided densely in the air, reflecting colorful arcs. Even Griffith had never encountered such a dense magic attack.
Without the blood suppression of the regular army and the lack of targeted anti-magic measures, the most ordinary elven wizards have become crazy forts. They chant spells on the terrace of the temple and behind the windows, their beards and hair flying with the heat wave and strong wind, and each one looks like a monster.
Like an evil ghost.
The rebel army was wiped out one after another. The streets bombarded by the curse seemed to have fallen from meteorites, and broken limbs and broken bones were boiling in the billowing smoke.
"Is this the level of your attack!?" Griffith grabbed Harandil's neck, "You are committing murder and committing a crime! They could have cooperated with our general attack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a pungent smell suddenly filled the air. The elven wizards who had been slaughtering the rebels just now began to vomit one by one.
The dark green poisonous mist came from the underground pipes, and after the battle broke out, it sprayed out from the damaged gaps. All the elves who came into contact with the poisonous mist first vomited violently, and then their whole bodies began to fester.
"You even use this thing?" Griffith glared at the half-elf ranger, "This thing doesn't distinguish between enemies and civilians."
"When you see what the elves are doing, you won't say that," Harandil defended softly, "tonight will be long, and countless comrades will die.
"Only victory can ensure that their sacrifices will not be in vain."
The sound of neat footsteps interrupted the quarrel between the two.
A group of assault engineers carrying flintlock muskets came nearby. They lined up in the dark, without panic or fanaticism, just watching Harandil silently.
"Your mission is to cover Lord Blood's investigation of the elves' weapons!" Harandil shouted to the commandos. "Your mission is related to the lives of thousands of people and the outcome of the war.
"Comrades, do you have confidence?"
The commandos all turned around and tapped their military boots in the direction of Griffith:
"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"
…
Under the guard of the assault engineers, Griffith passed through the gap and rushed straight to the temple. Each of them wrapped himself up and put on a mask to avoid getting exposed to the dangerous poisonous mist.
However, the poisonous fog's killing effect did not last long.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the air, blowing the green fog into the streets. The rebels outside the temple suddenly burst into mourning.
The scale of the Nebula Temple is very large, but the poisonous mist spurts out like a flock of sheep. The astonishing wind pressure has exceeded common sense and can even distort nature.
The Canaanite demigods took action.
Sequence 4 astrologer Galilei "Starry Sky Imprisonment" appeared on the high platform of the temple. He stood with his hands behind his hands in the strong wind, looking down at the panicked and withered living beings at his feet.
"Poor creatures, insignificant toys, worms who want to resist the truth. Every breath of yours is our generous gift.
"Since you want to destroy, then...
"Destroy as you wish."
There were invisible tracks flashing in the air. Even an extraordinary person like Griffith couldn't see them clearly.
Sharp and heavy air waves gathered on the ground, and a crack appeared faintly among several groups of rebels.
This is a crack that tears everything apart and cannot be closed with anything. The moment it appears, indescribable solemnity and depression sweep over, and the whole world seems to be swallowed up.
"Run!"
Someone in the rebel army shouted. However, thousands of soldiers began to slide towards the cracks before they understood the meaning of the word.
Deep in the crack is pure indescribable darkness, so deep that even light cannot escape. Violent lightning strikes from the sky, mixed with terrifying thunderous roars. Wild winds rise from all directions, converging into a vortex that reaches the sky, shaking everything.
The creatures change color.
"Help—!"
Countless people screamed. However, the sound disappeared in an instant. People in the distance could not hear anything. They could only see these people with big mouths and distorted faces grabbing the ruins and rocks around them, and then being beaten.
The arm was torn off by the incredible force, or rolled over together with the stone.
Starry Sky Confinement Galilei opened his right hand, made a fist with his left hand, and slapped it toward the palm of his hand.
"broken."
In the crackling sound of explosions, thousands of rebel soldiers were shattered into pieces of bones and black mud, and disappeared.
Griffith turned pale.
He has seen the power of the Astrologer Path, and General Stannis, the Knight of the Five Astral Sequences, once used similar abilities to crush his undead army.
However, the power of Starry Sky Confinement Galilei can no longer be described as terrifying.
With a wave of his hand, thousands of people were wiped out. This has gone beyond the connotations of words such as powerful and extraordinary. Even the killing itself cannot be described as cruel.
All of this is more like a natural law that humans cannot resist, like floods, typhoons and earthquakes, which even make people hate them pale.
Is this a demigod...
For a moment, Griffith even wanted to run away uncontrollably and give up all resistance. However, he suddenly had an idea.
Wait a minute, if the demigods are so powerful, why do the mystical powers have to worry about the resistance of mortals?
With such terrifying power, who can shake their rule? What secret weapons and miracles are needed?
An extremely discordant contradiction suddenly appeared in Griffith's mind, making him wonder whether there was a huge unreasonableness in the scene before him.
Half-elf guards with halberds and heavy armor ran forward, waiting for orders.
"Clean up the remaining bugs," Galilei's aura calmed down a bit. He ordered the guards around him, and then said to Speaker Provis not far away, "I'll go take a look at the situation below.
Why did it take so long?"
The Speaker nodded slightly. Killing thousands of creatures was as natural as breathing to a demigod, so it was no big deal. He turned his gaze to the remaining humans below the temple and thought for a moment. Just as he was about to issue another order.
As he gave the lofty command, out of the corner of his eye he saw half-elf guards rushing towards the demigod who was observing the mysteries of the starry sky from all directions.
"Um?"
Galileo's tired and bored eyes suddenly widened. Several of the loyal half-elf guards actually dropped their weapons and took out the lighted cylinder from under their armor. The rope on the cylinder was burning with flames.
The burn is almost coming to an end.
"bomb?"
"boom--!"
A bright light shot up into the sky, and even Speaker Provis was driven back two steps by the strong wind. The suffocating waves of fire and gunpowder smoke instantly engulfed Galilei.