At the same time, the sound of the horn also reached the ears of Mira Salian and other Renaissance troops who were advancing in the distance. Hearing the sound of the horn, their offensive was halted and they thought they were falling into an ambush. But upon closer inspection, the sound came from further away. There must be another battlefield opening.
At the same horn sound, some of the pursuers hesitated, but more people did not hesitate to bite the Renaissance Army and his party who missed the opportunity to take action due to unexpected circumstances.
In the name of White Mist, Mira Salian, wearing the armor given by the gods, mercilessly smashed everyone who stood in front of her with a flail. Strong people like her, although they have superb skills, strong endurance and physical strength, are not as effective in killing people as magicians who concentrate on chanting spells and amplifying their moves.
She can easily cut through the enemy's lines and repel the invading strong men, but she cannot destroy the enemy's morale. Especially since she was not paying attention to the battlefield in front of her, and the strength and weakness of the enemy and ourselves were still obvious. The soldiers who were unable to face the power of the white mist still had high morale with the thought of victory in hand.
But for Mira Salian, an alarm bell rang in her heart, an indescribable intuition, as if the mysterious Lord was urging her in her ears. Hurry, hurry up, stop this before it gets out of hand.
On the battlefield next to the magic tower, soldiers lined up under the command of the nobles, passing over the kneeling hostages tied up with flowers. Their role is only to prevent the tower owner from casting strategic magic, and they only need to exist; when it comes to hand-to-hand combat and invasion of the tower, these ordinary people will become an obstacle to the attacker. So letting them fend for themselves on the battlefield instead of forcing them to stand at the forefront of the battle line is a mercy of this group of people who think they are civilized.
The queues in the first level of encirclement started taking action at the same time. The soldiers in the direction of the southern gate were naturally the first vanguard of the invasion. The people on the east side were carrying long ladders, preparing to drive in through the gap between the second and third floors. The soldiers from other directions held their great hammers of destruction tilted against their chests, and the noble knight leading the queue took out a scroll of destruction magic, preparing to break through the wall.
Magic may be ever-changing, but there are only a few strategies for attacking towers, and all of them involve head-on confrontation with strength and sacrifice. Everyone knew, but no one was afraid, that the rewards and compensation promised by the nobles were enough to cost them their lives. If they really make a big contribution, they will be able to stand up in one fell swoop and enjoy the opportunity to be respected as a knight.
Marquis Neumann, who was riding on a horse and standing in the center of the main formation, looked at the silent magic tower. It was his first time to experience such a large-scale war. In the past, it was just a conflict between nobles. Hundreds or thousands of people stood in queues, yelled at each other, and after a while, the matter came to an end.
In addition to the number of people, the elements of victory also include the motivation before the battle and the formation on the battlefield. The purpose is to make the soldiers under his command believe that they are the righteous party, and the opposite side is a group of damn guys. Following this routine, victory will be within easy reach.
But it was also his first time to attack the magic tower. We can only follow the battle examples given by our predecessors, and then make some changes according to local conditions, and then it depends on the performance of the soldiers under our command. What made him a little uncomfortable was that the magic tower was different from a defended fortress or enemy ranks. The tower was silent and there was no change in morale.
Devouring the lives of subordinates in silence like this is not without pressure for the nobles who command them. But the treasure hidden in the tower is coveted. I can only use the beautiful scenery after victory to hypnotize myself and say that everything is worth it.
Suddenly, the third floor of the magic tower lit up with lines of cyan light, densely packed. The arcane eye kept twitching in different directions, left and right, up and down, forward and back, and the rapid changes seemed to foretell that something bad was about to happen.
Everyone still doesn't believe that the tower master dares to use strategic magic in spite of the disapproval of the world. If he accidentally hurts an ordinary person, he will have to face even stronger retaliation from the entire Lost World.
After telling himself that it was impossible for the third time, Marquis Neumann noticed that the Arcane Eye had calmed down and stopped moving. At the same time, there was a flash of light in front of my eyes, and then I felt a burning sensation in my chest.
What's going on?
Lowering his head, he penetrated the shiny and luxurious armor from front to back, leaving a big hole in his chest, and blood kept coming out. Even the fishy smell came back from his throat. The Marquis wanted to maintain his usual elegance, but he couldn't help the bright red flowing from the corners of his mouth.
He uses magic after all.
Before falling from his horse, the Marquis had one last thought. The last scene that caught his eye was the sight of countless light bullets shooting out in all directions from the top of the tower.
Specially improved version of the Tower of the Great Sage, the third stage of the strategic light bomb attack array. After Lin was sure that the surrounding army did not intend to retreat, he launched a magic attack. The powerful detection ability of the Arcane Eye makes the original attack lock mode even sharper. All light bombs attack the enemy's most energy-rich place, which for humans is the heart.
The attack frequency is 300 to 450 rounds per minute, and four magic arrays in the southeast, northwest and northwest attack at the same time, which means that the attack frequency per minute exceeds 1,000. It is lower than the speed at which four of the 50 machine guns that I touched during my compulsory service on Earth were fired at the same time. It's not that it can't be done faster, it's just that Lin doesn't think it's necessary. And using the most basic attack speed, it seems that it cannot cope with such a large number of enemies. So you can only set parameters based on feeling.
This is not so much a war, but to Lin, it is just another experiment or game. Sitting in a closed room and watching the numbers change, it was just like playing a strategy video game in the past. How many people died and how much blood was deducted were just game numbers.
The surveillance images outside the tower are just a few long shots at fixed positions and fixed angles. For former otakus who are accustomed to watching Hollywood blockbusters, they feel that the scene presented in the picture is a bit fake. But I have never thought that people who are in it feel like they are in hell.
From the moment the first bomb was fired and Marquis Neumann fell to the ground, no one realized what was happening. When the light bombs flew up all over the sky, attacking in all directions, hitting everyone's chest accurately, and opening a big hole with blood flowing out, some people began to realize that something was wrong.
When the dead man lost his strength and rolled his eyes, the sound of dust falling to the ground reached the ears of his companions, and in front of him was the shocking bloody hole in his chest, panic really spread.
No one can be in hell and still have courage. Everyone, whether they were civilian soldiers or noble knights, threw down their weapons and shields. Some of them were quick to take off their armor, turned around and ran away.
Queues are no longer important. Under the forbidden curse, any kind of battle formation of the army cannot bring hope of survival. Those high-ranking nobles are no different from common people in the face of death. Their noble blood did not bring them any courtesy, and the value of everyone was just a bullet.
The collapsed army fled into the forest like an ebbing tide. This did not change their fate, and more people died on the way to escape. The light bullet that struck from behind was still accurate, passing through the back armor, spine, heart, and then burst out of the chest.
But they had no choice but to run away. Just like the common sense in the lost world, what is the only way to deal with the forbidden curse? Just run away. You can survive by escaping from the attack range and the area covered by the forbidden spell.
Some people hid behind trees, with their backs against towering ancient trees, naively thinking that they could avoid the magic light ball coming from the tower by hiding in the blind spot. But the exploding chest shows that reality is cruel.
Some people drag their comrades beside them, thinking that as long as they are one step ahead of others, they will be the ones who die, not themselves. The ending didn't change much, the difference was only a breath, and he fell into the pool of blood he had created.
Countless selfish or selfless dramas are performed in front of the God of Death, and then without exception they fall into the arms of the underworld.
When Mira Salian, who was desperately rushing back, saw the first soldier running away in panic, she knew that the last thing she wanted to see had happened.
For the owner of the magic tower, facing the invading army, not using strategic magic has never been an option. Any small means is just to buy some time to attack. When the tower owner's sense of crisis overwhelms his conscience, it is the beginning of the disappearance of countless lives.
A large number of fleeing soldiers crossed the side, completely ignoring the obstruction or the mission of capturing the royal revival army alive; they did not even dare to stop and warn the oncoming group of people. The magical light bullets bombarded mercilessly, and each shot would definitely take away a life.
Seeing the fleeing soldiers continue to fall, Mira Salian realized that she was within the attack range of the forbidden spell. For a powerful person like her, it is not difficult to save life under the forbidden curse, but the price may be higher. But for more than a year, the veterans who have loyally followed the royal family and pinned their hopes on themselves have been unable to survive. Even his two temple warrior subordinates were a little confused.
She ordered everyone: "Stop, circle formation, raise your shield!"
The order was implemented quickly, or other people didn't know what to do at this time. Instructions from those who are loyal are carried out unconditionally without any hesitation.
On the contrary, the group of pursuers clenched behind them, and for a while they couldn't figure out what was going on. All the soldiers stood there, confused, looking at their comrades gathered under the same flag, calling for help, running for their lives, and then dying.
The light bomb attack array did not spare these partial troops just because they were responsible for blocking the Renaissance army and did not show up at the magic tower. When the first luminous bullet penetrated one of the soldiers, panic broke out in an instant. They understood the reasons for those who fled, and they had no time to complain about why no one warned them. The escape had become a disaster that the commander could not stop.
Leaning on her shoulders against her comrades, Her Royal Highness the Princess was protected with shields by the group of meddlesome veterans. She pushed others away forcefully and squeezed to the outermost edge of the shield. The fighting energy she released condensed into a pink aura in front of her, trying to protect others as much as possible. At the same time, countless light bullets flexibly shuttled through the forest, bypassing the circular turtle array formed by shields.
She didn't think she could escape, seeing the sight only as a pattern for the curse itself. This large-scale attack magic has a prelude, a climax, and an end, and it will not be static. Only His Majesty, who is in charge of destiny, can know where he will die.
Suddenly a dense wave of light bombs filled the field of vision. This female warrior who has fought against the devil king, slain the evil dragon, participated in the battle for the Kingdom of God launched by the mysterious lord against other gods, and received countless blessings, also found that those memories worth remembering are all before her eyes. emerge.
Pass by the side, and then return to calm.
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