The beast-like roars and unscrupulous rituals are about to reach their climax, turning into howls of ghosts and wolves possessed by demons, tearing through the sky and surging through the buildings, like a raging wind blowing up from the abyss of hell. The chaotic howling sounds would stop from time to time and turn into well-trained chanting. What those hoarse voices chanted was that terrible prayer.
The frantic believers surrounded Sonia, who had no time to escape, and some Beyelan nobles who were on vacation in Odessa in the summer palace. Lanzada, Ace and others were also repelled by the cultists and were trapped there together. After receiving the news, several Beyelan squadrons temporarily stationed in Odessa tried to launch a rescue, but were quickly repelled and refused to defend several bridges and buildings on the river bank of Summer Palace Square waiting for support.
Beyelan's army is gathering here, but Odessa's strength is not weak. They have sent many troops and extraordinary people to resist in all directions to buy time for the arrival of the gods.
Witnessing the fleeting horrific vision, the believers and residents of Odessa's Holy Light, who were on the verge of madness in their imaginations, gathered together. Regardless of whether they are rich or poor, noble or ordinary, healthy or sick, they are all calling for their gods in unison and dedicating their faith to the new master - the thread of life from the virtual realm.
"It's really like lighting a pile of firewood," said Sennamon. "You have to light the firewood to keep warm, but a small spark can't do it. You can only light a handful of dead grass first, then use the dead grass to light the torch, and then use the dead grass to light the torch. Torches light the fire.”
"Wow, it's really scary," Lien looked away from the frenzied city center and said to the cavalry around him, "hurry up and take away these three 12-pound snake cannons. The captain is really good at knowing things. How did he get them? Does the intelligence know that there will be heavy weapons here?"
In fact, there is no evidence, but it is impossible for Beyelan to be unprepared for Odessa's conspiracy. All resources will definitely be deployed in various important locations and reserved in advance. This is the port closest to the core of Odessa, so it makes sense to find weapons.
Griffith was thinking in his mind, but did not answer Lean's question. He turned around and said to a quartermaster from Bayeran who was guarding the warehouse: "Then, let's borrow it. Please send the bill to the reserve army headquarters of the 603 Technical Test Squadron for signature."
A quartermaster was trapped here with a small group of soldiers. After the chaos broke out, they stayed close to the warehouse. After hearing Griffith's words, the young officer hesitated, not knowing whether he should refuse.
"But, sir, we, according to the procedures, can't do this. What are you going to do with these weapons? How should I report them?"
When the officers and soldiers of the squadron heard this, they turned around and looked at their captain with the same puzzled eyes.
Storm Squadron and 603 Squadron followed Griffith's order and entered Odessa. The city defense here was already riddled with holes due to chaos, and almost no one came to stop them. However, it is said that 20,000 city defense troops and militiamen gathered in the square in the city center, and hundreds of thousands of believers performed horrific rituals in every corner.
Although everyone gathered in compliance with Griffith's request, some weapons were also found. But using two squadrons to challenge 20,000 enemies, hundreds of thousands of cultists, and superhumans and extraordinarys is simply asking for short-term goals.
"Yes, let's put it that way..." Griffith smiled.
Everyone could not see his expression or eyes, only the smile outlined by his resolute chin under the dark gold helmet that was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.
"I am Griffith de Ravenel, Commander of the Second Class Assault Squadron. These weapons are used to rescue my lord, Countess Sonia de La Mole, and others trapped in the summer palace. What is necessary for the people of Byelan. Nothing more.”
"Is that all?!"
"Of course, it's impossible for me to challenge the hundreds of thousands of Odessa people who are performing ceremonies, or to compete with the gods they believe in. That has nothing to do with me," Griffith said, "Well, artillery I'll take them away. Lean, I'll organize our defeated troops on the side of the square to set up a defense line first, and you can lead the people behind to cover the artillery coming."
Everyone immediately became busy, and even the quartermaster and his soldiers helped load the artillery onto the ship and met it near the square from the waterway. Everyone said while busy: "It is October now. The grape harvest is almost over, right?"
"Today is the last day of the Odessa people's calendar. It is the grape month, the month of harvesting grapes!" Bernard said.
Senamon was immediately reminded: "Speaking of this, there is a new artillery shell in the test product, let us 603 Squadron test it."
Lien suddenly raised his hand and interrupted their chat: "Gentlemen, the small talk will have to be postponed for another day. We have guests coming to our door. You can take these heavy artillery and quickly join the captain."
"Okay, let's go then. See you in the Summer Palace Square, Lean."
"Well, see you later."
…
Odessa's extraordinary demon hunter, the Blade of Light and Shadow, Dillaz, led his five extraordinary men from the west of the city to the city center. This Extraordinary team consists of three wizards, a ranger and a demon hunter, all at Sequence 7.
Beyelan's troops, extraordinary beings, and powerful men from the Church of Gods are surrounding them from all directions. All Odessa's local regular troops were sent out to fight.
There is no need to resist for a long time. As long as the ceremony can be delayed and the new god comes, Odessa will have a glorious future.
During this period, His Excellency Seydlitz led several extraordinary beings to preside over a large-scale advent ceremony in the Summer Palace Square, and also gathered 20,000 city defense troops and militia guards. Enhance detection.
"Those Beyelan rats are indeed hiding something here," the extraordinary demon hunter saw a team carrying goods at the port from a distance. The intricate waterways and streets made it difficult for him to see clearly, "What is that thing?"
"Our familiars have discovered the cannons of Byerland, my lord," answered one of the wizards, "large useless hunks of iron, the vulgar artifacts of mortals."
The extraordinary demon hunter shrugged his shoulders and decided not to take risks, so he said to a Sequence 7 demon hunter beside him: "It has reached the final stage. I want to go to the cathedral to guard the ceremony. Stara, you and Knight Rune are responsible for Guard, cover the three wizards Perion, Ram and Torik to kill the artillery, and then come and join me.
"Remember, take out all these artillerymen. I don't want to see them appear on the river."
The five Extraordinaries agreed one after another and promised to complete the combat missions assigned by the Extraordinaries. They spread out among the buildings and roads, one group per wizard, outlining the magic circle in a position with good visibility.
Knight Rune covered Wizard Ram and came to a three-story building facing the river. The location here is the best and you can attack first.
"Knight, watch the area. My calibration takes time, so don't let the mouse bite me!" Wizard Ram took out the dust light, dropped quartz and mercury on the ground, and entered meditation to start the configuration.
"Okay, okay, crispy wizard." Knight Rune muttered softly. He was holding a large shield and a war hammer, and was on alert dozens of steps away.
It was very quiet as residents either fled or gathered near the sanctuary to participate in the ceremony. In just a moment, supreme glory and happiness will come. Beyelan's army and strong men are still far away, and they can't organize anything!
Knight Rune sighed deeply and raised his head in relief. Suddenly, he saw a burly and ferocious shadow appearing on the eaves above Wizard Ram's head.
"!!!"
It was a human-shaped object, with black breastplate and greaves, a helmet with high sword spikes, a large diamond-shaped shield on the left shoulder, and a black long knife in its right hand.
It is like a sculpture of a warrior, standing cold and ferocious on the roof, silent and majestic, like the warrior who faced the dragon in the story. It seems appropriate to place it on the roof as a sculpture...
Lean's cold eyes swept across the intricate buildings and dark streets. Years of actual combat experience and the extraordinary characteristics of the spellbreaker allowed him to eliminate interference, master the terrain in a short time, and capture the traces of the enemy: "A transcendent person is leaving. A demon hunter and a paladin, a wizard 3. One of them has activated the attack spell downstairs.
"The wizard's reconnaissance and attack are very strong, and are very threatening to the slow-moving Bernard artillery team and transport ships."
He threw a rope with a pickaxe toward the chimney on the side, tied it tightly, and jumped down.
"Enemy attack!" Knight Rune finally reacted. Extraordinary power gathered on his war hammer, accurately calculating the trajectory of the falling enemy, and smashed it like thunder, "Crush it!"
Lien grabbed the rope with his left hand and pulled hard. His body was suffocated as he fell. The war hammer almost hit the sole of his feet and smashed through the wall. There was a loud roar and gravel splashed everywhere.
"The first one!" Lien poured the spiritual energy containing demon-breaking characteristics into the armor-breaking throwing gun and threw it towards the wizard downstairs.
Wizard Ram, who was meditating, heard a loud noise above his head and just raised his head. The heavy throwing spear had penetrated his shield and pierced his mouth.
"Bang!"
The wizard exploded in front of Knight Rune, turning into a shower of flesh and blood.
"Runye! What's going on?"
nearby group members asked.
"Enemy, enemy!" Rune rushed to chase Lien, but in a blink of an eye he lost his target between the building and the path. He shouted anxiously:
"Starla is a spellbreaker, coming for you, guard the wizard!"
The demon hunter in Odessa took off his throwing spear and waved his hand to the astonished wizard teammates to retreat: "The attack is paused, let me deal with the spellbreaker first. Don't panic, it's easier for us to break the spell than eat a small cake."
Rapid footsteps approaching. A heavily armored enemy was rushing towards us through the empty streets.
Starla's keen six senses listened and sensed, not missing a trace of suspicious movement. He weighed the gun lightly and was ready to go. As long as Byerlan's Spellbreaker is in sight, he can strike down his foes with lightning speed.
The footsteps got closer and closer, and they stopped when they reached the alley in front. Several metal balls rolled and rolled out of the darkness, with burning match ropes attached to them.
"Bang!"
The iron ball suddenly exploded. Starla's eyes turned white as he was concentrating, and his ears were buzzing.
Damn it, he's coming! Starla couldn't see or hear anything, so he waved his hand and threw the spear in the direction of the enemy. The Extraordinary's powerful body allowed him to get rid of the discomfort as soon as possible, and he heard the cracking sound of the shot shooting through the wall.
Knowing that he had missed, he quickly drew out the scimitar from his waist and stepped back while raising the knife to defend himself.
"Ah! Help, help!" The wizard Perrian not far away let out a heart-rending cry. Starla’s heart was tightened. He barely looked around in the blinding white light, and saw that the protected wizard had knelt on the ground. A burly black-armored warrior held down his head, raised the long black knife in his hand, inserted it into his shoulder blade diagonally, and then Stir.
…
Torik, the last wizard, is on the run. As he ran, he dropped the bag of magic materials he carried with him, took off his loose robe, and ran wildly in the alley, shouting heartbreakingly into the distance:
"Master Dillaz, save me!"
Two wizards were killed as soon as they faced each other. The knight and demon hunter who protected them were usually so loud that they looked like two losers in a fight!
Coming to me, coming to me! This suffocating breath, the surging magic flow, the spellbreaker is coming towards me!
"boom!"
The wall around him suddenly shattered, and a burly figure in black armor penetrated the wall and appeared next to the wizard. The heavy iron boots splashed gravel, and the ferocious spikes on the helmet pierced the soul. In the gaps between the black visors, the blade-like eyes were like imprisoned beasts, more terrifying and evil than the blood-soaked red moon. .
Torik screamed from the depths of his soul: "Don't come over here——!"
Before he finished speaking, the Spellbreaker turned sideways and hit him with the big shield on his shoulder. There are also three triangular collision angles on the shield, which collide with the wizard's shield. The wizard vomited a mouthful of blood and flew away.
Lien stepped back, turned sideways, pulled out the stopper of the gun barrel under the shield, lit the match, and raised his hand to point at the wizard rolling on the ground.
"Bang!"
In a series of dense explosions, the triple gun barrel installed under the shield sprayed three heavy lead bullets, shattering the floor and piercing the wizard's thigh. The last shot was about to smash the wizard's head, but it hit a hot fireball and flew out.
Flames erupted. A figure as sharp as a razor blade stopped in front of Lien. He turned slightly sideways and kicked the wailing wizard away, then turned around to face his enemy.
"Hoho, you killed two Sequence 7s in an instant. Man, you are not easy!"
Dillaz, the leader of light and shadow, arrived. He is young, handsome, and has an extraordinary appearance. His whole body is wrapped in Xuanhe's aura, and his powerful spiritual power can intimidate others. As he flipped his wrist, the flaming spear was ready to go.
Rean swept out the thermal whip in his hand. The long whip suddenly wrapped around the extraordinary person's weapon like a living snake. The unreachable high temperature entangled with the flames of the spear, causing an explosion.
Dillaz threw the spear down casually, and suddenly there was a dark blue short blade in his hand and he rushed towards it. In a flash of lightning, the Spellbreaker's left arm and large shield flew out together.
"How's it going? There's a huge gap, right?" Dillaz looked at the blood on the short blade, "You slow spellbreakers can't compete with us. The gap in psychic abilities is decisive."
Rean was silent. He looked at the severed limb that fell on the ground, then at the left arm that was spurting blood, and slowly grinned.
“It looks like there’s no way to join up.
"Young demon hunter, I haven't lost yet. Come on, let me teach you a lesson. The difference in psychic abilities is not the key to victory or defeat on the battlefield."
Lean leaned down, gave up all defenses, and rushed towards the transcendent like a wild beast with a dagger in his hand.
Dillaz narrowed his eyes slightly to see the enemy's movement. The dark blue short blade was so sharp that it could not be blocked. It tore through the breastplate like lightning, swept across the lower abdomen, broke open the intestines, and then slashed towards the left leg. The Spellbreaker's left leg was severed in the flash, revealing the sloping broken bones.
"I won." Dillaz said calmly as he passed by the enemy and turned around gracefully.
"Win!" Rean took out his intestines and threw a large handful of flesh, blood and intestines into the face of the transcendent. He screamed and jumped over. He landed on the ground with his remaining right leg and jumped out with all his strength. The broken bone of his left leg was kicked towards the neck of the wizard who was holding the wound in the corner and gasping for air.
The pale broken bones pierced the tender shoulders and necks, plunged into the throat of the horrified wizard Torik, and stirred hard.
"Your eyeliner is gone, transcendent. Have you learned?
"Legs are not decoration!"
