It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 885: Enjoy failure, you bastards of the Holy See! (Update 2 with ten thousand rewards)
Chapter 885: Enjoy failure, you bastards of the Holy See! (Update 2 with ten thousand rewards)
"The Holy Sword of Glory was released smoothly."
The Archbishop of Caleas City, who was sitting in the Cathedral of the Consolation and personally presided over the divine magic circle, and the Archbishop of Dias City, which was closest to Oostende, felt relaxed at the same time and almost lost all strength.
Operating the magical array and unleashing attacks far beyond their personal strength is an extremely heavy burden for each of them.
Especially since a piece of the chain of the Great Divine Magic Array has broken, it is necessary to guide the radiant holy sword to accurately point in the direction of Ostend Star Castle...
Pray all night, gather the holy power, and finally use the church's sacred vessel as a burden, and use your own spiritual power as a guide, so that it can be released at the moment of dawn.
The moment the huge holy power rolled past, several archbishops swayed involuntarily and almost fell to the ground on the spot.
However, at this time, there is no vomiting of blood, no coma, and no being crushed to pieces by the holy power, which is victory! It means that the magic array has no backlash, no explosion, and it has been released normally!
As for the effect of the holy sword's slashing, we can only wait for the observer's report...
"Quick, report to the archbishop!" The priest who had been standing on the church bell tower, setting up the instruments and waiting for the measurement without blinking, told his young apprentice in a hurried tone:
"The Holy Sword of Glory was released successfully! The angle is correct! The distance... the distance..."
He adjusted the instrument in a noisy manner until he saw a larger white dot explode on top of the red dot that had been marked in advance:
"The distance is in line with the preset! It can be confirmed that there is no deviation in the landing point of the Glory Holy Sword! The specific killing effect needs to be confirmed by the observers at the front..."
Five miles away from Ostend.
A young man trembled and huddled on the branch of a tree. With trembling hands, he went to untie the thick hemp rope that was tied to his waist and tied to the trunk. Oops! His hands were worn out! Oops! They were worn out again!
He rubbed his body with his backhand, and felt a burning pain. Then he remembered that in order to look like a local farmer, he had put on a shabby linen clothes. It hurt when he rubbed the wound!
"Damn traitor!" He cursed in a low voice:
"You deserve to be stabbed to death by the holy sword, and you will all go to hell one by one! When I tell the archbishop the news, I will not dare to think about it in the lord's mansion. I should be the one in the shop on the street who rewards me for my merits, right?"
He climbed down the tree with difficulty, stretched his stiff body, and limped out. His hands, face, and legs were all covered in black mud, and countless small bumps were swollen inside:
Camouflage is camouflage, but camouflage does not mean that mosquitoes will not bite people...
The young observer bared his teeth and walked down. When he left the hill, a figure slowly appeared behind him, smiled and whistled:
"Hehe... you think what you see is what you see? What you see is just what we want you to see... Illusion magic, I admit it for the second time, and there is no one who went on the mission this time
One!"
He hummed a song and walked back. You can already imagine what kind of report the little guy who spent the night frozen in the tree and was bitten by mosquitoes in vain would submit:
The Holy Sword of Glory hits the Star Castle head-on!
The star fort was completely torn apart, with a gap several meters wide dented in the middle!
The Count of Ostend and his wife united with a group of heretics to try to resist, but were hit head-on by a lightsaber! It was terrible. The hood that was held up with all its strength could only hold on for two breaths, and it exploded on the spot!
How many people died? I don’t know, but I saw that the sky turned red at that time, and there was a hazy red mist. But the count seemed to have saved his life. I saw him being held up by two people, with only half of his body left, trying to escape
Already...
"Hey Hey……"
The magician of the illusion department became more and more proud and happy as he thought about it. He smiled happily and swayed towards the star castle. As he walked, he couldn't help singing a song:
“Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There is no better place in the world than home,
Oh, there is no place like home in the world~"
"Stop singing! If you sing out of tune, you've already gone to Aiolan Island!" Someone from a distance shouted angrily:
"Why don't you come over and help!"
"Well……"
This is the bad thing about the illusion system. It has weak frontal combat power and can't be beaten... If someone from the plasticity system carries it over, it can only work honestly...
The Vatican staff, who had been waiting for half an hour under the magic spell, were really high-spirited and brought back the good news that the rear wanted. The archbishop of Dias City hesitated for a moment, but in the end he still did not dare to act rashly, but passed the news on:
Let the cities behind know!
Let every archbishop in the chain of divine magic array know!
Especially, let Archbishop Joyce of the Solace Cathedral in Caleas City know!
It is impossible for an enemy that has been defeated to regain its fighting strength, especially if both legs are gone, and it is not that easy to stand up. The spoils must be divided among everyone, especially the boss, otherwise, haha...
He has no hope of advancing. His only thought is to survive until retirement peacefully and then return to the small town next to the Glory Holy City to retire. Regardless of whether the sky is falling or not, the tall man must be the one to support him.
Riding light and fast horses, they passed back one station after another. That afternoon, a cavalry team galloped out from the Solace Cathedral and rushed to various churches:
"Assemble! Assemble the Holy Knights! Assemble the clergy! Assemble the elites to recover the city of Ostend and the Cathedral of Saint Lily!"
"Before the team from the Glory Holy City arrives, we need to recover the church and try to repair the magical array! If people come from above, we won't see a complete magical array, or at least, we won't see one in our hands.
Divine magic array, that kind of consequences"
Of course, repairing the magic circle is mainly related to the archbishop and bishops; the wealth in Ostend is related to everyone, especially the knights. Seven cities, seven ports, each of them,
They are all handling huge amounts of supplies.
Ostend City, before the accident, had stockpiled a large amount of military supplies! It is impossible that such a large amount of supplies would all evaporate under the [Glory Holy Sword], right?
Go quickly!
Go quickly!
The horses' hooves hit and poured out. Each of the six churches dispatched half of the Holy Knights, led by a high knight of level 10 or above. The team was equipped with two bishops and several priests:
This team, even if there is any remaining resistance in Ostend, can be crushed without any difficulty!
Of course, for such a good thing, there is no need to count on the armed forces of local lords. The Holy Knights guarding the church are half housekeepers and half offensive, which is already a bit too much. This is the power of six churches!
Negotiate, dispatch, and assemble. By the time the six hundred cavalry poured out from the city of Dias and rushed toward Ostend, it was already the third day. And what they faced was an army that they had not expected at all.
enemy
"Don't be anxious." It was the same black-haired young man who communicated with Count Ostend. He was standing beside the Count leisurely, holding the reins of the horse in his hand. God knew that the Phantom Colt didn't need to control it like this.
He was spinning a short silver flute in his hand. He pressed it occasionally, and a breeze flowed through the flute, which produced one or two tuneless flute notes:
"You have been fighting together with the priests of the Glorious Religion for a long time. This is probably the first time you have fought together with magicians. I am afraid you have not seen many applications of magic. Don't worry, just follow our instructions."
He listened for a while, nodded, and whispered a few words softly. The Count of Ostend beside him only saw the movement of his mouth, but did not hear his voice, and had no idea who he was talking to.
If he didn't have a magician wife, the count really didn't know. He should be communicating with someone in front of him. Maybe he was receiving messages, maybe he was giving instructions?
"Well, the enemy is coming." He waved the silver flute casually, and there was a soft whine. Count Ostend felt his ears buzzing. Then, there was the sound of wind, the chirping of insects, the chirping of birds...
Everything disappeared. In the distance, one could see the cavalry troop galloping towards them, the dust was rising, and it was a thrilling scene;
You can see the leader of the knights taking off his lance, shouting orders, and adjusting the formation;
You can see the clergy in the team praying quietly on horseback, opening the sacred scriptures, and white light falling like rain, covering everyone;
You can see the people in the back row bending their bows and setting up arrows, pointing high into the sky. Then with an order, the arrows missed and instantly covered the sky...
He could see everything. But he couldn't hear anything, not the sound of horse hooves, the sound of orders, the sound of bow strings, nothing, it was like watching a horrifying mime.
Moreover, the target of those people's attacks...
"Who are they attacking?"
"Haha, Lawrence, good job." The black-haired young man laughed softly. Inside the barrier, a breeze blew out of thin air, and another young male voice laughed:
"Of course, who am I!"
Archery, charge. Count Ostend could clearly see that the knights of the Holy See in the front row clenched their lances, tensed their muscles, and paid 120,000 points of attention. It looked like they were about to attack in the next moment.
Hedging against a well-matched enemy
The man is on his back and the horse is overturned!
The first row of cavalry stumbled without warning and rolled down. The rear row, and then the rear row, could not restrain their horses, and they fell down row after row.
People screamed, horses neighed, bones were broken and tendons were broken. At this moment, the count suddenly discovered that there was a large pit on the road ahead, and he didn't know when it was dug.
And those knights of the Holy See fell into the pit one by one without any precautions, trampling and crushing each other.
"Stop, stop"
"There is an ambush"
Someone among the incoming enemies shouted. There was a roar from the pit, but it was the leader of the knights who was in the front row, holding a spear, and bravely rushed out of the pit. The black-haired young man smiled:
"Finally discovered it? It's too late!"
He took out a paper tube from somewhere and lit it casually. With a whooshing sound, a flame shot straight into the sky and exploded high in the sky, glowing with splendor.
The moment the colorful light exploded, earth-shattering beast roars were heard from the left, right and rear of the knights.
"Summon from another world." The black-haired young man raised the corner of his mouth slightly:
"Enjoy it, you bastards of the Holy See!"
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