Chapter 71: At this moment, I become the god of death and the destruction of all worlds
"Roland's army is beginning to retreat!"
After a whole day of fierce fighting, Beyeland's army stormed and captured a large area of Confederate positions. However, Roland's army also dealt a heavy blow to the participating armies, making them almost lose the ability to pursue.
A part of the legion squadron withdrew from the battle after a fierce battle, and subsequent troops were assembled and on standby. According to regulations, legionnaires had to wait for an order to launch an attack before drinking the magic potion and entering an enhanced state that activated their psychic powers.
Milhaud and several other Scitorals from Homonworth never received the order to attack. They hid behind the fortifications and endured intermittent shelling all day long, and whole groups of legionnaires walked past them and threw themselves into the army.
Fight, and then retreat in pieces to rest.
The battle was extremely cruel. Many familiar officers and sergeants were killed, and several generals were seriously injured. But the most terrifying thing was the legionnaires who drank the magic potion.
It is a serious crime for mortals to take potions without authorization - those who take potions can easily lose control and become monsters. Very few people can successfully acquire extraordinary characteristics. The main daily job of official extraordinary teams everywhere is to arrest and eliminate these madmen.
Even as Shutoral, Miyo himself was cautious and careful in his use of magic potions. Who would have thought that public opinion would suddenly take a sharp turn in recent months, and Aaron showed the possibility of spiritually strengthening mortals.
After sex, the authorities suddenly relaxed controls on potions and extraordinary properties.
The Arcane Council has come up with a perfect psychic enhancement potion!
Legionnaires can now take potions without any screening. After taking them, they can match the combat power of Sequence 9 in a short time, and gain amazing concentration and sense of mission.
Soldiers who drink the potion can even be strengthened by the wizard's psychic powers, further enhancing their attack and defense capabilities.
Even a steadfast and loyal Shutoral like Milhaud has a sense of confusion that his worldview has been subverted. If you think about it with common sense, you should understand how such an amazing enhancement can have no negative effects. The Arcane Council and the Senate tested it for a month.
The operation and observation were not completed, and the psychic army was immediately put into batch generation and formation!
Yes, the psionic army is amazingly powerful. Roland's bastion and cannon are so powerful that they were almost penetrated by the army in one day. If everyone works harder, maybe they can return to the camp on time for dinner.
The newspapers were also full of praise - the Arcane Council created an epoch-making army!
But is this reasonable!? Countryside doctors wouldn’t be so careless in treating diarrhea! Didn’t the big shots in the Senate and Arcane Council consider the risks and hidden dangers?
Don't they know?
Milhaud had been holding back his words for a long time and had nothing to say. Mira, Gérard and others who were squatting in the same fortification must have thought the same, but no one said anything. If asked by their superiors, they would absolutely support the Senate's decision.
.Seeing them, Miyo also sat down obediently.
Are you kidding me? I'm not Griffith or Lana, so how can I have any opinions...
The endless bombardment seemed to have weakened, and the thick smoke gradually dissipated, replaced by the faint sunshine in the sky. A hint of unexpected cold air penetrated through the clothes and penetrated into the skin bit by bit, giving people a deep chill.
There is a situation!
The Shutorals immediately realized something was wrong. They looked around, but saw several flickering fireballs above their heads - they seemed to be human silhouettes in the light, raising their hands above their heads.
The people on the ground heard a vague, musical sound, like a hymn sung loudly with grotesque gestures.
The horses and livestock became frantic, neighing crazily and in a very strange and irregular rhythm.
The sun suddenly dimmed, but there were no clouds to cover the sun.
This strange phenomenon made Miyo and the others feel terrified.
A rumbling sound seemed to be coming from heaven and earth, and lightning suddenly flashed high in the sky. People on the ground looked at the empty sky in confusion, searching in vain for signs of the coming storm. The figures in the light spots in the sky also became clear at this moment.
stand up.
The sunlight became darker and darker, and the two armies fighting on the battlefield felt something was wrong, and they distanced themselves tacitly. Then, a ghostly purple-tinged darkness appeared in the gradually deepening blue of the sky, pressing down gloomily.
Over the banks of the Tirne River.
In this darkness, those fireballs were frighteningly bright.
"What is that!?" The commanders of the headquarters were shocked. They saw Archon Charon looking pale and staring at the sky without saying a word.
"Archon, do you want to attack? Do you want to attack those things?!"
The lightning flashed across the sky again, seemingly brighter than before, right above Xia Long's army!
The army of tens of thousands felt that the lightning drew a hazy outline. However, no one could see clearly at that moment. Countless birds fled from the valleys and hills, chirping irregularly, one after another toward the
Escape to the north. The air seems to be filled with an unpredictable and sinister atmosphere.
"Consul, please give us orders! Please give us orders!"
The headquarters was in chaos, not knowing what to do. Some people fled directly and ran towards the hills to the east.
Confederate troops abandoned their positions and artillery and began to withdraw.
Suddenly, countless deep, hoarse, noisy and harsh sounds erupted in the air. They were deeply engraved in the memory of the frightened crowd below and will never be forgotten. Those sounds definitely did not originate from any human throat, because
Human vocal cords will never produce such abnormal and distorted sounds. Although these sounds are unmistakably coming from the sky, people would rather say that they come from the netherworld and the endless abyss.
It can't even be called a sound, because that terrifying, low tone exerts an indescribable impact on people's consciousness and fear, and is far more complicated than the simple vibrations heard by the ears.
Gradually, this vague rhythm formed irrefutably into words with some meaning. The sound was very loud - almost as loud as the echoing rumble of thunder.
No one could imagine that there could be anything invisible in this world that could make such a sound, and the legions began to cower and retreat, as if they were waiting for a punch.
"The price... the price... needs to be paid..." A low, hoarse, creepy voice echoed in the sky.
Xia Long stared at the sky with his eyes wide open and murmured.
"Consul, what did you say?" a general shouted, "Retreat, retreat, right!?"
"Fiona..." Tears streamed down Xia Long's face, "This shouldn't..."
There are several figures in the light, one of them is Fiona. She is like a saint, with only pure holiness on her beautiful face. Beside her, Neferti von Kuimantha from Odessa is in the midst of
An extremely unstable state. Visible psychic particles flew out of Neferti's body, deformed, fractured, and split into multiple particles.
The psychic particles collided with Fiona, and the movement of the plasma caused the temperature of the surrounding air to rise to an astonishing temperature. What people on the ground saw was the strong light produced by the burning fireball.
The other person in the fireball was Tiberion. Of course, no one could recognize his appearance. The faces of the old headmaster and Aaron were burned away, turning into a chaotic psychic aggregate.
Tiberion was in a weird posture, swinging his arms wildly, as if his energy was approaching its climax. Along with a thunderous low and hoarse voice, a source of darkness appeared in the sky, giving people a sense of nothingness.
Fear, loneliness and sadness.
The unrivaled consciousness contains a conspiracy that has been dormant for a long time. At the moment, it is reaching out its tentacles from the virtual realm, gradually turning into a straightforward and complete madness that devours everything.
"Ah-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ha-e-ye-ye-ye-ah-ah... Naaaaaa... Naaaaa... The ruler of time and space and the unifier of all things.
Possessing infinite wisdom, all great wizards, artists, and thinkers are His projections in different dimensions!”
The crazy Tiberion called for twisted consciousness, calling for the benefactor of the caster, the Devourer from the Void Realm!
Xia Long knew all this. The oldest patriarchal family in Beyeland, he certainly knew what was happening in the sky, and he also realized where his daughter was being used. He was desperate and fell to his knees.
"The Hermit", the "Dark Lord", the victor of the Battle of Homemonworth was satisfied with the changes brought about by Tiberion, Fiona and Neferty. He once again held his right hand and tapped his thumb
, make a starting gesture:
"...At this moment, I become the God of Death, the destroyer of all worlds..."
A horrifying fireball detonated at a high altitude. A loud and turbid sound filled the air that surpassed all thunder in history, and the dazzling light made the pale people on the ground feel dizzy.
The high temperature did not burn the ground, but the shock wave knocked the humans down. Then, the terrible explosion that seemed to tear the hills apart frightened them into madness.
The deafening roar that seemed to herald the doomsday disaster, the invisible powerful force and the indescribable breath swept down from the top of the mountain like a wave, spreading to the surrounding wilderness. The trees, weeds, and shrubs swayed crazily; those standing at the foot of the mountain
The frightened legionnaires weakened in the suffocating and deadly stench, and the green grass and leaves withered one after another, turning into a listless and strange yellow-gray. The fields and forests were covered with the carcasses of birds and animals.
Roland stared dumbfounded at this scene without any warning.
He had hundreds of estimates about his fate, but he never thought of this scene.
The fireball and the earth-shattering explosion did not destroy the surface of the earth, but the legionnaires exposed to this force experienced changes——
Their bodies were twisted, and their flesh and blood peeled off like snow flakes, forming wriggling granules and dead gray tentacles. They slowly split open, flowing out a thick dark purple liquid, with pale skin and corpse-like faces, and they lost their minds.
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The stench in the air dissipated quickly, but the filth and chaos were left behind. The mutated legionnaires began to indiscriminately massacre their unchanged comrades and the retreating Confederate soldiers.
They are as fast as lightning, can tear apart armor with one claw, and have amazing vitality! ()