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The forward messenger horse, which ran faster and with more impact than the frightened rabbit, almost brushed against the armor and cloak. In the blink of an eye, Locke saw that the helmet of the messenger was completely tilted away, providing protection for the head.
Below, the unshaven face was filled with fear.
Are there any dangerous species chasing him?[
Weird and silly questions sprang up in his body. He smelled the smell of rusty iron in the wind blown by the messenger. The boy couldn't help but craned his neck to look in the direction where the cavalry was galloping - the front of the marching column.
stand up.
flash.
When the color above the head was changed to a single white, this was the only word that popped up.
The shaft of light, which was more dazzling and hot than lightning, split the sky above the expedition team. The strong wind blowing towards the ground was dry and hot, and the temperature carrying the strange stench even evaporated the saliva in the mouth. The dust was stuffed into the nostrils and mouth, and the eyes narrowed.
Through the slits of my eyes I could barely see the empty blue sky after the clouds disappeared.
"Calm down! Calm down! Everyone stand still!!"
The pale-faced supervisor roared at the top of his voice, scabbards, whips, and fists all coming at the blind fool who ran around holding his head and screaming.
Before all kinds of violence and various efforts achieve actual results, everything the officers have done has returned to zero.
Several black spots in mid-air continued to grow from the size of a barely distinguishable pinhole, until they occupied the field of vision of those looking up at the sky, causing loud noises and dust, and then fell to the roadside in disrepair.
The dust particles captivated the crowd's attention, filling their nostrils and causing the victims to cough. People had to cover their mouths and noses with their hands and wait for visibility to improve. Before everyone could see clearly what was falling in the center of the dust, a smell similar to roasted meat spread.
in the air.
"This smell is..."
Chevalier Pierre froze, and his strong and dirty beard actually trembled.
Screams burst out of the throats of the recruits who squeezed past, and also revived from the knight's memory.
"Don't look! Everyone, stay back! Stay back!!"
The officers drove away the recruits who had gathered around to find out what was going on. They endured the pain in their throats and the ups and downs in their hearts, and tried their best to control the team and military discipline.
It is difficult to achieve any effect by blindly suppressing the fluctuations of people's hearts, coupled with some scenes that are enough to create bad imagination and be witnessed by everyone...
"Magic! Pointy Ears used magic!!"
"Nonsense! How could such a stupid thing happen?! Didn't you wake up?!"
"Go and see that thing for yourself!"
"What should I do...you really shouldn't be a soldier..." [
"Almighty Mother Goddess, please bless your devout and humble believers..."
Turmoil, chaos, wavering - before the battle was officially launched, the morale of the expedition team was in trouble.
The plague called "Unstable Emotion" spreads at a speed that far exceeds the control measures of the supervisory officer. He has never come into contact with the opponent, cannot recognize the reason for the attack, and has never even cut the body with a sword, and in the name of "Enemy"
】The guys were shaken against the farmers in military uniforms who were fighting for a chance of survival.
Locke, who had received a rigorous basic education and whose personal psychological quality had been fully tempered, performed better than the rookie recruits who were much older than him. His vomiting was forcibly suppressed, and there was still a healthy color on his face.
A rookie page boy can be proud of being able to persist in acting like a knight.
【Can this... be caused by magic? 】
The heart wrapped in a body that had lost its physical strength and mobility shrank into a pitch-black mass. The contraction vibrations like a drum covered the hearing, and the vision and thoughts were completely obscured by the falling objects.
The rolled and melted metal pieces are probably some part of the armor. After being baked at extremely high temperatures, the breastplate, which can withstand swords, curls up like a dead leaf that has sucked away moisture and life. Most of the strong flesh has evaporated, leaving behind a carbonized smell.
The embers, skin, blood vessels, muscles, and bones were licked by the heat and turned into shriveled charcoal. Under that, the brown and pale broken bones were particularly piercing and piercing. The tragic scene of the jawbone exposed on one side of the cheek sublimated the horror to a level beyond that of some people.
At the point of psychological endurance, the chyme in the stomach bag and gastric acid flow back from the human mouth to the earth.
[Calm down! Locke! You are a big boy. You will become a knight in the future. A small scene cannot stop a real knight. 】
Reciting words of self-encouragement, the upper and lower teeth tightened tightly on the lips. The tingling sensation activated the numb body and thoughts, and the temporarily disordered breathing adjusted back to a slow rhythm.
By the time I finished doing this, my forehead was already covered with a layer of oily sweat.
Chevalier Pierre withdrew his admiring gaze from Locke, and the page boy unknowingly missed experiencing the joy of being recognized by his mentor.
That would have given the boy some valuable life experiences.
The situation did not allow Locke's mentor to devote too much energy to the growth of his disciples. Grasping the situation and making correct judgments were more important and more urgent than educating children.
The beam just now must be an attack technique, and the power it displayed can only be described as "outrageous".
All phenomena that exist in the world will eventually disappear. Just like there is no sweet spring that will not dry up, and there is no fire that will not go out. If there is a cause of "existence", there will definitely be an "end" of results. Magic will also not break away from this most basic concept.
category.
Ultimately, the magic known as [Universal Power] is a [phenomenon] that requires the mental power and mana driving force of the caster.
Therefore - there is a very subtle contradiction and balance between the power and range of magic, especially the attack spells that release phenomena, and the ability of the caster and the needs of the battle situation.
When a fire attribute magician releases a [Fireball], he needs to consider how many rounds should be fired based on the corresponding mental loss, and what size of fireball can annihilate the opponent, in case of mental overdraft.
How long does it take to reply, where should I go to temporarily avoid a series of questions, etc.
[No matter how strong a magician is, he has his own limits, so he must formulate tactics calmly and rationally to reduce so-called losses. Magicians generally try to avoid wasting energy on fast-moving high-altitude targets. 】
The words of the most respected woman's past experience flashed across her temples. Relying on the friend's reminder, Chevalier Pierre, who had crossed the death line and returned from the battlefield, witnessed the scene of breaking that iron law.
"Close your eyes! It's happening again!!!!!!!!!"[
The cold breath sweeping through the forest ahead stung the skin, and the knight's experiential reflex, which was one step faster than the movement of his mind, shouted a warning to avoid danger.
In sync with the constant oppression, the deadly beam of light once again passed over the heads of the human army.
Everyone stared at the spectacle of three light beams covering the sky through their fingers with astonishment and fear. They looked at the high-temperature light of any physical protection and filled their field of vision without any gaps.
The fine iron armor that is supposed to be able to withstand the flames for a while has no protective effect before the mysterious beam attack. The target that is hit directly evaporates and vaporizes in an instant under the flash, not even the dregs are left. It is split from the optical axis ray.
The few luminous particles that came out spread around, and even if they were stained by a drop or a half, the plate armor would melt in an instant, and the bodies of the griffins and knights would burn into twisted and collapsed tatters with a terrifying hissing sound, a scorching storm.
Then he attacked the dead knight and threw various mutilated corpses in front of the humans on the ground.
"Are you deliberately showing off your strength?"
He clenched his molars and squeezed out a low moan of fear from his dry lips.
The image of the gryphon knights being killed by the mysterious light was firmly reflected in Pierre's pupils, recording the mad charge of the orcs, the enemy's camp defense, the ambush position, and the reconnaissance knight's eyes that rushed into the realm of Shura captured it again
A critical scene, an irrational scene where the thinking analyst fully activates in a dangerous moment.
"It's actually [Light]...!!!"
Among all operational magics, light is recognized as the least offensive phenomenon. The derived spells are mostly used for [illumination] and [messaging]. Even for healing magic, light is only an incidental phenomenon, not a spell.
itself.
The devastating spell in front of him was obviously a powerful beam attack. This alone was enough to surprise the knight, and the power of the opponent's attack was even more astonishing.
"Damn! Those elves...are they monsters?!"
The words soaked in cold sweat lost their body heat, and he gritted his teeth and pulled his face into a serious posture. The knight tried his best to assume the proper posture of facing the enemy.
——If even a seasoned old guy like me shows even a little bit of panic, the rookies with zero experience will immediately fall into a wave of panic that makes them lose all their ability to think.
"Hold on! The thieves' attack is just a random waste of energy! They can't sustain it!"
A clearer warning than the roar of the supervising officer is like the wrath of the gods, the thunder splitting the sky.
The chaotic thoughts like a headless fly suddenly found their direction. The recruits and officers looked at Chevalier Pierre who stood majestically on his horse.
At this time, the sky seemed to confirm what the knight said, no longer shining with deadly light.
Making love.
The applause is slow and slow, dragging a rhythm that is difficult for humans to find good feelings in and walks on the eardrum.
Falling from the sky - as the word says, it fell to the ground as gently as a feather without even being stirred up by the breeze.
A handsome young man with a mysterious smile on his face stood on the ground - in front of dumbfounded humans.
Sharp eyebrows, a small nose bridge that is not straight, and slightly curved thin lips like a girl - the straight and straight facial features enhance the slightly neutral and balanced appearance with an extremely pure, art-like beauty. If there are not two special elements
Anyone would think that he was a traveling boy from a wealthy family. He looked like a bard with a lute in his hand.
The soft black hair that flows in the smelly breeze is more vivid and dazzling than rubies, and the eyes are filled with cold and hot eyes.
After strange elements outside the scope of cognition were added, the young man dressed in bright white traditional elven costumes inexplicably resembled a crow - the messenger of death and decadence on the desolate battlefield.
The boy, who was reminiscent of an ominous bird, clapped his hands and said words of praise with a gentle smile:
"His qualities in facing the enemy are truly commendable. He is able to make decisive judgments in uncertain emergencies. He can immediately play the role of an on-site officer and calm the recruits who are on the verge of losing control... He is worthy of being a man with sufficient practical combat experience. There is no way to find fault with him."
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small theater time
Brunhil: The war has finally begun.
Li Lin: Finally, I have another chance to act cool.
Brunhil: A man who uses particle cannons as soon as he gets started? Will readers think this is Long Tian?
Li Lin: No way. Even if it is a war, just acting cool will lead to death without knowing. Every plan and every action of the command in the war will have a profound impact on the future. It is not a thorough process.
I will never take action if you make a plan.
Brunhil: I’m looking forward to Mr. Li Lin’s performance.