Ball lightning roared. Flames shape in its hands, and frost condenses and expands.
The Rebel Armor had never seen anything like it, and although they were resilient and brave, they could not fathom this inhuman creature.
It wields a flaming whip in its right hand and holds a giant sword made of ice in its left hand.
The violent air current lifted up Berenius' body and rolled towards the rebels. The latter subconsciously raised his shield to form a solid shield wall.
This is indeed true if you are fighting against large creatures and mutated monsters.
But elemental creatures are different.
Berenius does not have sharp teeth or claws, nor does it have a terrifying size to collide with. It raised its frost sword and swept it across the shield wall. The blade was wrapped in blizzard and drove them all back. Several armored rebels were knocked to the ground. The flaming whip followed and struck a rebel on the armored leg.
The surging hot energy made a loud noise that tore through the air, slicing through the rebel's armored thighs as easily as a hot knife cutting through butter. The smooth cross section can even clearly see blood vessels, bone marrow and nerves, and the wounds do not even leave any traces of burning.
"Kill it!"
The other armored rebels were shocked and swarmed up to attack Berenius with their sharp blades and armor-piercing hammers. The crystal shield sent out waves of ripples, remaining motionless in the face of attacks that could tear apart the armor.
It waved both hands, and the ice sword and fire whip disappeared, replaced by a ball of fierce flames.
The armored rebels were caught off guard and were burned beyond recognition by the turbulent flames on the spot. The fierce flames bit them through the gaps in the armor, burning the metal red, and the armored soldiers collapsed in an instant.
Berenius rushed through them, pounced directly on the rebel group behind, and swept them with a scorching stream of fire.
More than two hundred rebels following the armored guards of Reims watched as a huge beast like a war elephant rushed into the crowd. The flames tore through their formation in a blink of an eye, causing them to let out heart-piercing screams.
Berenius ran rampant through the crowd, waving his hands and throwing fire, killing as much as he wanted. Its dull voice roared:
"We're burning, we're freezing!"
Contradictory and chaotic forces converge into twisted psychic turbulence, driving the terrifying elemental lords to rampage.
Lance, who was in the middle of the battle, suddenly found that his infantry was already in defeat.
He calmed down, calmly used the sheep bone shield to press down the axis of Lana's attack, and swung the flail to hit him head and face.
Lana was beaten and retreated step by step.
If it were an ordinary person, he could rely on the heavy armor shield to resist the enemy's damage, and use the cutting edge of the horse sword or the majestic fury to suppress it. Both the weight of the big sword and the sharpness of the broken steel sword are enough to defeat the enemy.
Even, Kulala was still supporting him with continuous sniping.
However, even though Lance had several sharp arrows stuck in his body, it didn't hinder him at all.
When Lana faced Lance's precise and powerful blows, he felt like he was being sucked into hailstones, and the fierce attack made him breathless.
His movements began to deform, his rhythm became chaotic, and he felt tired in a very short period of time, and even his breathing became disordered.
The two are not on the same level at all.
Although he was not instantly knocked away like Murat and Nona, he could no longer hold on.
Lana used his horse-cutting sword to block with his backhand, then held the broken steel sword at his waist and swept it away, trying to create some breathing time for himself.
Unexpectedly, Lance took advantage of the situation and retreated, turned around and chased in the direction of Berenius. The rebel, armored as if with a tact, immediately turned around to block Rana's pursuit and stop him.
Lance's burly body rushed towards Berenius at an unimaginable speed. At the moment of the encounter, his flail once again appeared as a plane-traveling phantom, and with a deafening whistling sound, it hit the elemental lord.
"boom--!"
The thick shield made a tooth-itching creaking sound, and large cracks appeared like glass. The ground and air trembled. Sonia, who was helping the battle from afar, was almost blown away by the strong wind. However, Berenius's surging magic power immediately repaired the damaged shield and swept in with a scorching stream of fire.
…
"Bertier and the others are really powerful." Murat shouted happily. After he and Nona were knocked away, they fell into a long-term state of dizziness and sluggishness. By the time they got up, the confrontation was over.
"No, not yet," Nona wiped away the blood on her forehead and denied in a low voice, "Bertier and Dedeus are relatives connected by blood and can cast some mysterious forbidden spells.
"However, their high-level descent and fusion completely exceeded the limit of their abilities and could only last for less than three minutes. Otherwise, they would most likely not be able to recover their human bodies. In order to protect their safety, their families have already Prohibitions and insinuations were imposed, limiting their duration.
"Under Lance's attack, the time they can hold out will definitely be shorter."
The rebel armored and infantry brigade had broken away from the elemental lord's pursuit, changed the direction of attack, and rushed towards the three people's position.
Nona glanced at her left hand and found that her forearm had been bent ninety degrees by the attack just now.
"Mura, take your hand and use it."
As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed her old comrade's hand and stuffed it into her mouth. She pressed her left hand's joint with her right hand and pressed it hard.
"Crack!"
"Wow!"
Murat shouted.
Nona's left forearm has been repositioned, and with the blessing of the Eternal Patriarch, the broken bones and nerve damage will heal faster. She quickly poured herself a bottle of healing potion, her mouth twitched, and she was sweating profusely from the pain.
Such a simple and clear treatment plan made Rana's eyelids jump. He retracted the broken steel sword, held the horse-killing sword in his hand and said: "Then, no matter the outcome of the battle on Berenius' side, we must clean up these rebels as soon as possible."
Murat took a shield from his back and threw it to Nona, and stood beside her with two halberds.
Six rebels in armor and hundreds of rebel infantrymen, holding spears and axes, charged towards the gap again.
The three Shutorals who were guarding there suddenly left their positions and counterattacked towards them with Nona as the leader.
"Throw the gun!"
"Shoot them!"
The leader of the six armored men took the armor-piercing spear in hand and threw a volley at Nona who was charging head-on. They must have all been legion veterans, and even their techniques and tactics were exactly the same.
The throwing spear first penetrated the shield, and then made a series of armor-piercing sounds on the solid shield. Although their power was weakened by the two layers of defense, one of the spears still stabbed Nona's arm, and the other penetrated the shield and hit her breastplate shoulder, knocking her down directly.
Before Nona fell, Murat had already flashed out from behind her. His halberd penetrated the armor of a rebel who couldn't dodge like lightning, sending him flying backwards and directly carving a gap in the human wall.
Without pausing, Murat passed directly through the remaining armor and rushed into the middle of the rebel group following closely behind. The halberd swept across the flesh and blood, and the ax blade and spear head tore open the sky with blood. Several rebels tried to surround him from behind, but were suddenly swept over by a heavy iron ball.
The tail weight of the halberd collided between human faces like a meteorite, causing crackling bones and screams.
The rebels were just about to turn around and rescue them. A ferocious black image jumped directly into the gap dug by Murat like a meteorite.
Lana lands with a thud. He knelt on one knee, carrying the heavy horse-killing sword on his shoulder. His cold eyes swept around, and a cruel smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.
The fierce sword edge swept across like a strong wind. The armored rebels surrounding him suddenly lost their center of gravity. When they came to their senses, they saw a black wolf-like ferocious warrior wreaking havoc between their knees with a horse-cutting sword.
Two short legs sprayed with blood were still standing in the mud, looking like their own calves.
In just one attack, the three men broke through the rebel ranks. Lana and Murat killed all the rebel armor in a blink of an eye, and launched a pursuit towards the terrified rebel infantry.
The two men were like wolves and sheep, chopping melons and vegetables and slaughtering them.
This group of rebel infantry was much tougher and braver than the previous two waves. Many of them fought to the death and refused to retreat even a step.
The rebels came with dense muskets. The head of the gun hit the shield, and then broke off on the sloping breastplate. The broken gun head even bounced into the spearman's face.
"What kind of defense is this!"
Amidst the bursts of exclamations, Rana's sword tore apart the small rebel leader who was wearing armor. Murat's halberd swept through the crowd, and the ax blade lifted up a piece of broken limbs. Regardless of whether they have armor or not, they are like paper under their attack.
"What kind of attack is this!"
The warriors among the rebels launched charge after round, but they could neither penetrate Rana's heavy armor, nor themselves died instantly under the thunderous blows.
A group of hurlers crowded over and set up a formation on the side, preparing to use armor-piercing hurlers to eliminate Shutoral. However, before they could get separated from the chaotic brigade, the heavily armored Rana rushed into them, killing them in pieces like mowing grass.
The rebels frantically pursued them, but their speed could not catch up with the Extraordinaries with their heavy swords and heavy armor. By the time they arrived at the archers' position, Rana had left corpses everywhere and rushed into a group of archers.
"What speed is this!"
The tenacious rebels were shaken by the tragic casualties. They are very brave, but they have never encountered such an enemy that they cannot penetrate, defend, or catch up with. More than two hundred elite rebel soldiers were as endangered as saplings in the wind, and Rana and Murat were two hurricanes.
"Monster!"
One of the rebels screamed and fled towards the raft behind.
"The knights of Bjelan are monsters!"
"Failed, defeated!"
The rebels lost nearly half of their soldiers in a very short period of time, and the remaining people fled frantically toward the raft. In areas with deeper water levels, more rebel reinforcements arrived, but when they saw the bloody battlefield and the ferocious dismounted armored cavalry, they collapsed together.
Thousands of rebels rolled backwards and fled like rolled-up straw mats and ebbing sea water. They screamed and screamed, fled back crazily, and even jumped into the turbid water regardless of whether they could swim or not.
Lana and Murat were about to catch up and kill them all when they suddenly heard Nona's voice.
"You two, come back quickly, Berthier and the others can't hold on any longer!"
…
In the fierce battle, Berenus is cracking and disintegrating. Although it is a powerful elemental lord, its power is limited by the Advent Spell. It also has no weapons and equipment of its own, and relies entirely on magic power and Lance consumption.
Under the shockingly lethal flail blows, it retreated step by step, and finally shattered.
Berthier and Dedeus fell heavily to the ground in human form. Their faces and lips were as white as paper, their spirits were so exhausted that they could not even stand up.
"Phew~ finally!"
Lance took a breath, raised the flail, and smashed it down on Dedeus.
"Bang!"
A sharp arrow hit his wrist, stopping the fatal blow.
Kurala had no time to move her position. She saw that Lana and the others were coming, and they would have at least five seconds to arrive. This was enough time for Lance to beat her lord Dedeus to pieces three times.
She drew out the armor-piercing heavy arrow and shot another arrow at Lance, who was determined to kill Deedius.
The arrow penetrated the gap in Lance's shoulder armor and actually shook him.
It hurt him!
So far in the battle, Kulala has hit Lance at least seven or eight times. The rebel leader had arrows stuck all over his body like a hedgehog, but he was still extremely fierce. This time, the attack finally caused some real damage.
Lance left Deedius alone, turned around like a storm, stared at her with astonishing momentum and anger, and grabbed a pair of bows and arrows from the ground full of dead bodies and weapons.
Kurala felt as if she was being stared at by a ferocious beast from the abyss, and an icy chill spread to her limbs. She jumped into the bunker passage that had been constructed with a "whoosh" sound, completely avoiding the enemy's gaze.
However, the indescribable crisis and fear materialized into a substantial and terrifying shadow in the air, and the terrible monster had bitten her. The smell of killing seemed to be alive, lingering no matter where she hid.
"What's going on?" She said to herself in surprise, "I'm already hiding!"
"Kulala! Run!" Nona's exclamation came from the distance.
run? Where to run? Where's the danger?
Before she could figure it out, a heavy arrow suddenly appeared above her head, shattering a piece of masonry. The arrow shaft broke upon impact, and the sharp arrow changed its angle and bounced towards her.
"Bang!"
The silver-haired Shutoral didn't even have time to hum, and he raised his head and fell down from the wall that was covered with cover.
…
Nona sprinted towards Lance with all her strength, grabbed a throwing gun on the ground and threw it towards him.
Before her, Murat had thrown his halberd, which was more powerful.
In order to snipe Kulala, Lance didn't have time to block it with a sheep bone shield.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
With two dull piercing sounds, Lance's chest armor and leg armor were penetrated in two places. He gritted his teeth, struggled to cut off the barrels of the spears and halberds, and retreated with the spearheads.
Lana was like an invading black flame, swinging his sword to spin in the air and slash with one strike.
The powerful and strangely shaped sheep bone shield blocked this attack. At the same time, Lance took out a short sword filled with black energy from his waist. He pressed down the edge of Lana's sword with his backhand, and the dagger penetrated Lana's breastplate as soon as he sent it.
Fiona, who was providing shield support from a distance, was shaken all over, showing a look of panic, and the crystal shield also disappeared.
Nona rushed forward with her sword and stabbed Lance in the right side of his abdomen. The strong muscles clamped her sword like steel, unable to move in or out.
Lance waved his hand and struck Nona directly to the ground. Although he was also seriously injured, he still took out the flail and swung it at Murat who was coming.
Without his halberd, Murat used his long sword to fight back, but in just one turn, the blade was broken and he was knocked to the ground.
"Oh, you guys, little...oh!"
Lance was about to say something cruel when suddenly his whole body trembled and blood spurted out from his mouth.
Lana grabbed the weird dagger pierced into his chest with one hand, pulled out the majestic fury with the other hand, stabbed it into his chest, and stirred it hard.
The two of them took a blow each and glared at each other fiercely. In the end, Lance's strength was even greater. He struggled to break away from Lana's power and took a few steps back while covering his bleeding wound.
"Little bastard, I want to kill you..."
He vomited blood and swore, but weakness and trembling had already appeared on his body.
Wizard Reed ran over, and all the rebels around him ran away. He was the only one who still had the courage to come here.
The leader of the rebel army was already crumbling, and the noble sons and their guards from Bijelan were lying on the ground.
Wizard Reed was about to chant an attack spell to take their lives when he suddenly noticed a silver figure wielding a sword and holding a shield rushing towards him.
And knights? Wizard Reed was shocked. From the corner of his eye, he saw a girl with blond hair and silver armor swinging a sword towards him. He was caught off guard, and his wand and two fingers were cut off and fell into the water.
"Retreat!" Lance growled.
Fiona arrived, wearing a breastplate like Shutoral, holding a sword in her hand, and her whole body was covered in a faint golden light. Behind her, Sonia was sketching the shape of the spell, and a mass of icy air was taking shape.
"Return to the camp." Lance and Wizard Reed abandoned the victory they were about to obtain and retreated quickly.
…
Sonia sat at the table, gently curling her hair.
Although she was very nervous and scared, everyone seemed more nervous and scared than her. The professor died, and all of Shutoral fell. The only people present were some low-level teaching assistants doing chores and dozens of classmates.
Berthier is sorting out the battle situation, taking care of the wounded and losses:
"The rebels may break through the defense line at night. All Shutoral are wounded, Lana and Kulala are seriously injured, and the baron is leading people to repair the broken village wall.
"Although Isius was not injured, he suffered a great mental shock when he deployed the spell and is still in chaos."
Sonia nodded. Beside her, Fiona was crying like a tearful person. The sword that Lana received was very strange, and a strange black aura lingered in the wound and could not fade away.
Sonia bit her lip, clenched her fists, and said to herself - Calm down, Sonia. Now it's up to you to take responsibility.
Sonia tried hard to maintain a faint smile, and said calmly and clearly to a room of classmates who were about to collapse:
"Griffith is near the old town, and there are still a group of city defense troops there. As long as Griffith launches an attack, everything will be fine."
Berthier was stunned for a moment and reminded in a low voice: "Sonia, according to previous intelligence, Griffith cannot launch an attack..."
"..."
Sonia was stunned.
Dedeus couldn't stand his companion's nagging way of speaking, so he interfaced: "The communication of the Echo Crystal has gradually been restored. Griffith arrived at the legion's camp on the 18th. It is not yet known whether he survived."
Sonia felt as if her head had been hammered and she almost fainted.
She bit her lip and her quill rolled onto the table. She pressed her hands tightly against the desk to prevent everyone from noticing that she was shaking:
"Everyone, please go back and rest first. Shutoral will be working the night shift. We all have to get up early tomorrow."
"Fiona, Berthier, Dedeus, please stay for a moment."
Sonia's voice was very gentle, but she was actually on the verge of collapse.
Why? Why did Griffith go to the southern camp? How did things come to this point...
I should not give in to Professor Witzleben or give in. I should call on all my classmates to oppose him. Even if we fail, we should escape at night.
If I escape from here, Griffith won't be in danger...
Sonia felt like she was about to cry. She hurriedly wiped away her tears, stabilized herself and said, "We have to break out. It's impossible for everyone to rush out, but one or two people can rush out. Go to Old Town to gather reinforcements. Help me contain the rebels until Bayeran's reinforcements arrive."
"The rebels will intercept us," Berthier tried to wave away his gloomy expression. "We can cover them and rush out for a while, but those who break through must have sufficient protection and a certain degree of combat effectiveness."
"Then let's concentrate on sending a courier out," Sonia felt her thinking became clearer. "The courier must not only go to Old Town to seek reinforcements, but also have enough influence to supervise them."
