Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The large rifled cannon invented by Sir William Armstrong in 1855 spit out tongues of fire. The thick smoke was accompanied by a deafening explosion. One after another, 12-pound field artillery shells roared towards the black castle standing in the city. .
They hit the target. The nearly 100-meter-high castle was a very huge target. There was no need to aim at it. Just point the muzzle at it and fire.
Cannonballs exploded on the old castle, and the fire caused by the explosion was like clusters of fireworks, lighting up the dark night.
"Okay! Don't stop! Keep bombarding me!"
Seeing this scene, Steele excitedly waved the revolver, and his originally uneasy heart gradually returned to calm.
yes...
What does he have to fear?
Behind him, there are 5,000 soldiers armed with Delise bolt-action rifles. Each one is an elite who has undergone rigorous training. Although he has never been on the battlefield, his daily training has never been neglected. In addition, there is a whole army with 10 rifles. Armstrong's artillery battalion with breech-mounted rifled guns and 50 heavy cannons, not to mention an old castle, can even blast open the gates of the Bastille, which is known as a fortress and is indestructible!
Especially the Rosslare Army, which is a reserve force and is stationed not far from the arsenal. The number of artillery shells they have on hand is not comparable to that of ordinary artillery battalions. Who has fought such a wealthy battle?
There is no need for soldiers to charge at all, just go up to the big guys and blow up Rosslare Port to the ground!
The fright just now made Steele lose his noble self-cultivation and elegance. He let the artillery fire while cursing his mother excitedly. The spittle flying everywhere wanted to flood the entire Rosslare Port. Maybe this was the only way...
Only then can he offset the fear in his heart.
Steeld, who had just eaten a whole woodcock, was full of energy and would not be tired even if he scolded him for another hour. The soldiers behind him couldn't help but feel refreshed when they heard his "inspiring" speech and reasonable "command and dispatch" , cheered.
Victory seemed close at hand - although they didn't even see the shadow of the enemy.
"The firepower is so strong..."
In the dark woods, Laiwen held up his binoculars and looked at the old black castle that looked like an exploding fireworks factory. He exclaimed: "The commander of this army is not stupid. He directly ordered the cannon to fire without giving the enemy a chance. Really decisive.”
Mawei sat on a rock, holding Yunia who was eating cookies, with no smile on his face.
He asked himself, he hoped that the bombardment would work, because it proved that the weapons used by humans could threaten supernatural beings, so that there would be no room for resistance.
But the castle shrouded in the explosion was not built bit by bit, but appeared out of thin air and rose from the ground...
A supernatural being who can build a giant castle in the blink of an eye...
Are you afraid of human artillery?
After five rounds of shelling, all three hundred shells hit the castle, and everyone looked expectantly.
The strong wind blew away the smoke caused by the explosion. Under the smoke, the castle stood safely and unscathed.
The scolding stopped suddenly, and a chill spread all over the body from the soles of his feet. Steele stared blankly at this scene, his eyes losing their sparkle.
Death-like silence permeated the hearts of the soldiers. Apart from the strong wind, only the snoring of the horses and the sound of their anxious hooves pawing the ground were left.
"withdraw!"
Steele waved his arm, not wanting to say anything, and immediately led the soldiers to grease the soles of their feet and start walking.
His confidence collapsed.
"It's too late, Commander Steele."
Bishop Fowler looked at the black shadows flying out of the castle, covering the sky, and sighed: "I want to leave after messing with others. How can there be such a beautiful thing in the world? They are here, prepare to fight."
Katcha.
The revolver was pointed at his head.
"It's useless for you to shoot." Bishop Fowler rubbed the gold ring on his middle finger. "I have received the gift of the goddess. Bullets cannot kill me."
"What goddess?"
"Health Goddess Wilde...."
Under the dancing three-scepter flag, the Black-armored Knights stood ready without any panic.
"Order the soldiers to fight, Commander Steele."
The golden ring lit up, red-orange light surged, Bishop Fowler raised his left hand, and an invisible wave spread, covering all the knights and soldiers.
The magic of the Lord God, the realm of immortality.
Steele felt a subtle change in his body and frowned, wondering what Bishop Fowler had done.
The black shadow covering the sky was already close to Chi Chi, and he had no time to hesitate. He immediately fired a gun into the sky, stabilized the anxious soldiers who were about to start retreating, and shouted loudly: "No chaos! Use a two-row line formation!" "
At Steele's order, the soldiers quickly lined up in two rows, with the soldiers standing in front squatting to make room for the soldiers behind to shoot.
This is a new formation derived from the large-scale equipment of the Dresser bolt-action rifle. It is more advanced than using smoothbore rifles in combat, and is more suitable for bolt-action rifles that can perform secondary fire in a short time.
Two rows of rifles firing across each other can ensure that the opponent falls down when they rush in front of them, giving full play to their firepower advantage.
"aim!"
Steele raised his arm and swung it hard: "Shoot!"
Bang bang bang!
Bullets shot out one after another, shooting densely at the black shadow in the sky, but like a cow in the mud, it didn't make a single ripple.
"Second round! Shoot!"
Another volley was fired, still in vain.
Bullets have no effect!
Just as the soldiers were stunned, a black shadow came above them. After getting closer, Steele could clearly see the appearance of the black shadow.
bat!
One red-eyed bat!
This is a shade made up of red-eyed bats!
"ah!
! "
The bats rushed in front of the soldiers, opened their huge mouths, and exposed two long, curved fangs that looked like barbs. They bit the soldiers at once, sucking blood.
Amid the screams, the soldiers were in agony. They dropped their weapons one after another, pulled out the daggers from their waists, and wanted to kill the bats that bit them. However, the bats were not afraid of the sharp blades at all. Not a trace of blood flowed out of the severed bodies, but turned into A cluster of black shadows quickly returned to their original appearance!
More and more bats attacked the soldiers. In the end, the soldiers were completely covered by the bat's membrane wings, and they could not even scream.
"Bishop Fowler!" Baron Bill yelled: "What's going on! Didn't you get the gift of the goddess? Why doesn't it work?!"
"No...the magic is already working."
Bishop Fowler's expression was extremely ugly: "The soldiers' injuries are constantly being repaired, but these bats are sucking their blood, which means..."
Baron Bill's cheek twitched, knowing what Bishop Fowler wanted to say.
Injuries can heal, but that doesn't mean they won't get hurt...
The body that is constantly being repaired is constantly injured, and the new blood is sucked away by the bat before it can even be transported to all parts of the body. It is impossible to survive but not to die. This...
It’s a double torture!
"The magic of Wilder, the goddess of health..."
Bishop Fowler gritted his teeth and said, "Restrained..."
In most other situations, if the Immortal Domain can create undead warriors, they must be the enemy's nightmare-like existence, but the enemy they face this time is a vampire who becomes stronger by sucking blood!
How is this different from a buffet? !
Just when Bishop Fowler was in despair, the dark blue eyes of the always silent Saint Yin Fulin, who was riding on the horse, suddenly brightened under the hood. The horse under her crotch suddenly screamed, and the strong body withered in the blink of an eye, turning into a handful. Dead sand.
She fell to the ground, and the lawn under her feet began to wither and wither quickly. With a wave of her hand, it was like the sickle swung by the god of death, and all life would come to an end.
The bats panicked and struggled to escape from her sight, but Yin Fulin had no intention of letting them go. Every time she waved her hand, she would harvest the lives of large swaths of bats and turn them into mummies.
The soldiers bitten by the bats were also affected, but with the blessing of the immortal realm, their recently collapsed and withered bodies were immediately repaired and regained their vitality.
Baron Bill subconsciously kicked his horse back and looked at Yin Fulin with a numb expression.
He had received enough blows tonight, so many that his mind went blank and he almost lost the ability to think independently.
"That's it...that's it..."
Looking at Yin Fulin, who was harvesting the lives of bats and turning the tide, Bishop Fowler suddenly realized.
He finally understood why Wilder, the goddess of health, asked him to take Yin Fulin with him...
The goddess of health not only gives life...
It also means death!
In the greenhouse at the top of the castle, Yin Geer, who was wearing a red cloak and sitting in a wide-backed chair, felt the breath of death coming from below. He slowly opened his eyes, and unexplainable emotions surged into his heart. He covered his head. He held his chest and asked Jielan who was standing beside him: "What's wrong with me? There seems to be a fire burning in my chest. Is it love?"
Jie Lan looked at his twisted and ferocious face and shook his head: "No, Master, that should be anger. Why are you angry?"
"I felt a familiar atmosphere, but also very strange..."
Yin Ge lowered his eyebrows and murmured: "I don't remember, I have forgotten too many things, but there is always a voice in my ear reminding me that I must...must..."
"What is necessary?"
"She must be killed."
