Chapter 1043: Military Situation: Mastery of Hundreds of Martial Arts
"Roar——" Darius III did not stop his attacking movements because of the pain. The hand that was not chopped off still held the giant ax and struck Xiang An's face.
Xiang An turned sideways and avoided Darius III's attack. The giant ax struck the giant elephant holding Darius III, and the giant elephant roared in pain again.
Maintaining balance on the back of the swaying elephant, Xiang An raised his foot and hooked up the fallen arm of Darius III. At the same time, he flicked the big beryllium, and the two pieces of big beryllium attracted each other and flew out.
On the ground.
Throwing his arms away, Xiang An held the eight-faced copper sword in one hand and the ax of Darius III in the other hand.
Although Darius III was irrational, he was also a little stunned by this scene.
Why is he holding my weapon?
On the other hand, except for Xiang An, the outcome of the battlefield between the noble phantom summons is also very clear.
The three thousand Yin soldiers are all cavalry. Facing thousands of skeletons that are all infantry, the cavalry cannot be said to be able to do anything with ease. It can only be said to be chopping melons and vegetables.
Moreover, when cavalry faced infantry, they still had the weakness of the horse's legs when they were alive. Now they have turned into skeleton horses after death. Even if you cut the horse's legs, the horse will not feel pain or retreat. Instead, it will be closer.
The soldiers can shoot you in the head.
Although the overall number is smaller, if you include horses, there are 6,000 units in Xiang An.
All in all, although there were losses, due to the superiority in arms, the three thousand Yin soldiers did not lose to Darius's skeleton soldiers, but instead faintly suppressed these skeletons.
The current battlefield in Topeka is simply a ghost. Whether it is Xiang An's Noble Phantasm or the Noble Phantasm of Darius III, they are all of a sinister type. Skeletons and mindless Celts are fighting on the plains.
A war about human nature even sounds a bit...surreal.
I saw one of the ghost generals suddenly turning back and pulling out the big beryllium thrown by Xiang An from the ground. It was Zijuan, the ghost general above. She used her brother's big beryllium to charge into the enemy's formation again.
Xiang An, on the other hand, fought fiercely with Darius III on the back of the elephant.
This is one of Xiang An's precious phantoms, namely [Military Situation·Mastery of Hundreds of Martial Arts].
No matter what kind of weapon it is, as long as it is a "weapon", Xiang An can use it as directed.
Swords and axes took turns to attack Darius III. Due to the serious injury, the giant elephant was no longer as strong as the galloping horse. Although it had long tusks that could restrain the galloping horse, the elephant did not move to the left or right at all.
He just raised his front hooves, which were like two heavy hammers, and kicked on the giant elephant's face.
The crisp sound of a broken skull sounded. After all, the giant elephant could not survive the multiple attacks from the enemy and our troops, and it dissipated into a burst of black smoke.
Darius III and Xiang An fell to the ground together. Tuanchi lowered his head in time, allowing Xiang An to quickly get on his horse.
Darius III, with only one arm left, stood alone.
"Xiao Si! Beryllium!" Xiang An returned his bronze sword to its sheath, threw away his big ax, and called out to the ghost general Zijuan above.
Zijuan heard Xiang An's order, turned her head suddenly, and threw the big beryllium over, but Xiang An just stretched out his hand and caught the big beryllium firmly.
What follows is a battle without any suspense.
...
Xiang An looked at Darius III who was lying in front of him, slowly turning into golden light and dissipating. He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the depression in his chest also dissipated a little.
No matter how he felt about the war, he was used to the battlefield.
In fact, he belongs to the battlefield, to the battlefield.
Of the three thousand Yin soldiers, more than a thousand were lost, and twenty thousand enemies were wiped out. No ghost generals in the four directions were lost. This was the result of the Battle of Topeka.
Xiang An glanced behind him, nodded silently, and continued walking forward.
The front needed to keep moving forward, and all he needed was to keep moving forward before reaching St. Louis.
No matter what Servant is blocking the front.
...
"Well done, King of Britain." With a cheerful smile on his ferocious face, Jimia said with her hands on her hips.
"You're not bad either. You are indeed a professional monster killer. You know almost every weakness of monsters." Arturia also smiled and praised.
"Practice makes perfect." Jimia waved her hand, not paying attention to this, with a slightly regretful expression, "It's just a pity that there is no wine... Tsk, there is no wine."
"Are all of you Atlanteans made of wine?" Artoria, who was as indifferent as she was, couldn't help but say it when she looked at Jimia's state.
"Well, I'm just used to having a drink after fighting." Jimia didn't really want to get drunk or anything, he was more concerned about...actually the people he drank with.
"Oh, that guy Ocean was summoned at another singularity, and he also summoned a few of us to go on another voyage. Why can't such memories be carried with him to the Throne of Heroes, even if he can relieve his greed...
." Jimia said in frustration, looking up at the sky.
There were a large number of monster corpses scattered around the two of them, many of which had turned into magic light points.
After all, it is still a product of magic, not a real Warcraft, but an existence like those conceptual Celts. After being killed, it will not leave a body behind, but will transform back into magic and return to this world.
Jimia cut open the chest cavity of a wildebeest and smashed its mouth.
"Although it's quite boring, but for our tradition..."
Poof——
Blood splattered everywhere, and Jimia ate the heart of the wildebeest in three mouthfuls.
Arturia didn't think anything was wrong with this scene. Many tribes have the tradition of eating the heart alive.
"Now that the area is almost cleared, shall we continue?" Jimia wiped the corners of her mouth and asked Artoria.
"Let's go east. It seems that there is...Montgomery?" Artoria took out the map and took a look, "After clearing out enough Warcraft, we will return to Shreveport.
."
"Okay, I have no problem." Jimia nodded, indicating that he listens to you.
He has never been the one in charge, and that guy Ocean's brain is much better than his.
At that time, whether it was the construction plan of the island or the hunting layout, it was almost all Ou Shen who stood up to the challenge. The rest of them only needed to participate in the revision of opinions, and then they were done.
Arturia and Jimia started moving again, heading further east.
And to the east...
"Hey, that Maeve guy will create some useless garbage."
There was a Celtic soldier hanging on Cu Chulainn's paw, and his face still showed that indifferent calm.
"I guess after I kill the people on this continent, I will start killing these wastes made with the Holy Grail..."