Griffith withdrew his attacking hooves and turned around quickly. He locked onto Killian on the roof, raised the blood thorn while galloping on his horse, and threw it at him with all his strength.
"Feel the pain, mortal!" Killian shouted viciously when he saw several Beyelan gun crews being severely damaged, and then started to prepare for the second round of lightning. Suddenly, his heart throbbed, and an almost desperate fear gripped him. Just as he was about to turn his head to look, the roaring bloody lance penetrated his shield, pierced his right chest, and penetrated his body.
"Bang!"
The third extraordinary wizard exploded into a cloud of blood mist on the roof of the building.
Griffith jumped off his horse, glanced at the smoke-filled artillery team, held his swords in his hands, turned and walked towards the Summer Palace. After a high-speed sprint, his horse was exhausted.
A tall and thin shadow was wandering around him, and the shape could not be seen clearly, but the super-level battlefield perception caught the trace.
"What kind of monster are you?" Stalker Bema appeared from the shadows, "I have never seen you hiding like this. We assassins can hide our bodies, invisible and inaudible; but you are different, you are here Here, however, it cannot be detected by psychic energy. After today's battle, the entire mysterious world will be shocked by your presence."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flickered, and four identical versions of himself appeared, holding daggers that glowed red, and surrounded Griffith from all sides.
"No, the mysterious world will not be shocked," Griffith waved his light, and the surging current knocked back the four clones. His sharp sword-like gaze swept over each phantom, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "They can't get a detailed report, and they won't know what happened. Come on, assassin, let me teach you what true concealment is. ."
Bema suddenly felt his throat tightening, and a terrifying murderous aura swept over him.
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Half of the snake cannon was lost, and a large part of the infantry covering the position also fell.
Senamon struggled to the river bank, wiped his face, and saw the burnt blackness mixed with blood on his palms. He turned around and shouted to the remaining Eagle Cannon battery: "Light artillery, follow me, push forward!"
Bernard struggled to get up from the ground, his ears buzzing as he heard the shouts of the technical warrant officer.
"Lieutenant Bernard directed the remaining snake cannons to continue firing. Light artillery, advance, advance!"
Senamon ran to the Eagle Cannon battery and led them to push the light gun carriage towards the Odessa phalanx that had begun to collapse in the metal and minced meat. As he retreated, he shouted:
"We put the artillery in their faces and blasted the ceremony behind them!
"Artillery, charge!"
Under the leadership of Senamon, the four eagle cannons passed through the corpses and minced meat on the ground and passed the original position of the first row of phalanx. The remaining snake cannons roared again behind them, spraying chain bombs to hit the center and rear of the Odessa troops.
"Double shotgun," Senamon led the team to quickly reload and ignite, "Three rounds of rapid fire!"
There was no longer any need to aim, some of Odessa's phalanx soldiers scattered and fled, and others almost rushed in front of the artillery crew.
The artillery fired a volley, and lead bullets the size of grapes were scattered like water. Looking down from a high altitude, bright red blood flowers bloomed in a fan-shaped area in front of the gun crew. The lead bullets penetrated the breastplate and helmet at close range, rolled, deformed, and shattered among the flesh and blood, and even penetrated the back, tearing open a blood hole that was larger and more terrifying than the injection wound.
There were endless dull explosions, and in the screams you could even hear the sound of blood, internal organs and bones being crushed by the impact. Pieces of bone and flesh flew out with blood, like a group of naughty children splashing red water by the river.
From time to time, a few chain projectiles that hit the back of the square were deflected and hit the white-walled and blue-tiled buildings near the square, causing rubble to scatter and smoke to billow. The beautiful spire collapsed like a strangled neck.
The beautiful city center of Odessa suddenly became a group of hanged giants. They drooped their necks and looked at humans in a funny and horrifying way.
For the first time since the dawn of civilization, humanity witnessed the horror of urban bombardment.
The frantic and desperate citizens of Odessa had never seen such a bloody scene and were frightened out of their wits. They seemed to instinctively feel that they had seen this hell, but they could not remember it. It was as if the ancient memory imprinted deep in the soul of the species was suddenly recovered, and he trembled from the bottom of his heart.
They stopped praying and ran around howling. Beyelan's army couldn't tell the difference between enemy troops and civilians, and kept plowing out limbs with chain bullets, or charging with cavalry.
Countless people pushed and fled in fear, jumping from windows on two or three floors. As soon as they fell to the ground, the people behind them jumped down, stepped on their backs and waists, and squeezed out their internal organs. Blood flowed along the steps like a waterfall, forming several rivers of blood in the square.
With no way to escape, many people fled towards the Bey River beside the square. The believers who were bathing in happiness and praying a few minutes ago were like lemmings rushing towards the cliff. They jumped into the river in droves madly. Those behind stepped on the shoulders and heads of those in front, and then were stepped on by those who continued to jump down. Into the water.
The pure emotional resonance is gone, or has been stuffed into a completely different kind of chaos and despair. A few minutes ago, the ceremony that was so loud and touching that it made people want to cry has turned into a slaughterhouse of howling ghosts and wolves, and fear spread like a plague among hundreds of thousands of people.
Seydlitz fell into a dreamlike state of numbness and murmured:
"Am I dreaming? What happened?"
Many years of forbearance and planning finally ushered in the final step today. The Saint of Anjou gave a perfect start. Regarding the subsequent situation, Seydlitz also imagined various situations, and even thought about how to deal with the arrival of the demigods on Beyeland's side.
Worst case scenario, he expected that he would be attacked by a paranormal commando team led by a demigod. He concentrated a thick phalanx, dispersed the extraordinary people among the army, and established a strict and efficient communication system. With the interference of the army and a large number of believers, even a demigod wizard would have difficulty launching a spell of mass destruction; if it were some extraordinary demon hunters or knights with strange characteristics who were fast and destructive, the army would be under the blessing of faith. It can withstand the impact even at a low speed, and the hidden Odessa transcendent then launches the preset means to counterattack. There are also some allies of Odessa outside the city. They are also strong and can enter the city to support when necessary.
Even if a bunch of Sequence 5s led by demigods come, Odessa can withstand it and maintain the ritual until the arrival of the new god. Moreover, where did Beyelan get such a powerful supernatural power? Those who can become extraordinary are either big shots or about to become big shots. How many of them will come to the front line to serve as cannon fodder! ?
However, the bombardment had more effect than he expected. These craps didn't perform very well in the proving ground and on the front line, and Seydlitz knew it very well.
For the first time, he saw this kind of weapon bombarding dense crowds at medium and close range, and its killing efficiency exceeded that of the extraordinary wizard's high-level magic spell. Immediately afterwards, without waiting for a counterattack, the first row of extraordinary beings exploded into fireballs. A powerful enemy rushed into the army, but could not be detected.
In just one minute, two extraordinary wizards, Lei Jin and Solan, died in battle and exploded into a huge fireball. The high temperature even melted the floor tiles, and a lava volcano-like scene appeared at the core of the explosion. Extraordinary wizards were the main force in maintaining communication and observation in such a large area, and their deaths intensified the chaos on the battlefield.
The square was littered with broken corpses and rivers of blood. The loud and loud screams have drowned out the prayers. Even the most devout believers got up and ran away in surprise and fear. The iron balls connected in series by the chains can fire without missing a beat, flying into the crowd to cut a corridor of flesh and blood, or hitting the wall and bouncing into the crowd, tearing off a piece of a calf.
The unified emotional resonance is still there, but it is no longer the piety and devotion to call to the gods, but the fear and urgency to escape from this hell on earth as soon as possible. The gradually forming shadow in the sky has shown signs of disintegration.
"Lord Seydlitz, hurry up and capture Countess Larmore!" Horus grabbed the mysterious lord who was wandering in the sky and shouted, "Sacrifice her. Only in this way can Beyelan's offensive be contained. The ceremony There is a danger of collapse at any time, we can no longer hesitate!"
Oh - yes! The commander on the opposite side is her knight. As a noble, he will definitely stop attacking for the sake of the countess' safety. I should have taken Miss Larmour earlier.
"Oh, you are right!" Seydlitz immediately turned around and headed to the summer palace, "Horus, I leave this place to you, stabilize the ceremony, and our Lord will surely come!"
Before he finished speaking, Seydlitz had already waved his magic wand and transformed into a phantom and rushed into the summer palace.
"Definitely!" Horus Osiris shouted as he looked at the disappearing figure, "My Lord will surely come!"
The bishop adjusted his pure white robe and came to the balcony of the cathedral. Countless people were running around downstairs. There were other people's pieces of meat hanging on their bodies, and they were carrying their own broken arms in their hands.
Horus stabilized his mind, took a deep breath, moved his energy to his Dantian, and let out an earth-shaking roar.
"Odessa—defeated!"
"Brothers and sisters——
"Escape each other's lives!!!"
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The chaos outside suddenly intensified further. Seydlitz even doubted that he could change anything by catching the countess.
He took several Beyonders to follow him. While hesitating whether to escape, he used irresistible powerful magic to drain the soul of a Beyelan nobleman and burn his body to charcoal.
There is no doubt about the power of the Sequence 5 mysterious lord. Seydlitz hasn't been on the front lines in years. He swept all the way, and the Byelans, who were already at the end of their strength, collapsed under his magical attack, and broke through the last line of defense in the blink of an eye.
A group of young people surrounded Sonia, preparing to make a last stand.
"Surrender to me, Countess." Seydlitz said nothing nonsense. He pointed forward and threw a fatal spell, preparing to kill all the young guards.
Suddenly, Sonia rushed out of the crowd and stood in front of her companions. A layer of crystal-clear golden halo gushed out from her body, forming an unbreakable barrier. Even the attacks of the mysterious lords of Sequence 5 were dissipated.
Ah, this? Seydlitz hesitated, and immediately realized that some kind of sacred contract was protecting her.
Here we come, the knights outside are coming to support! Seydlitz noticed that a man armed with knights was rushing into the hall, and immediately turned around to meet him with all his strength. He waved his wand, and the metal around him suddenly condensed as if alive, forming a gleaming silver three-pronged fork and throwing it out. The knight who was hit flew backwards and was firmly pinned to the wall.
However, the knight just hit the wall and suddenly lost his human form like a melted candle, turning into a flowing dark red liquid.
At this moment, the Extraordinaries following Seydlitz suddenly felt their hearts choked by the overwhelming fear. They all covered their foreheads and retreated, and even became paralyzed on the ground and vomited.
A tall and straight figure jumped in from the window. His appearance was exactly the same as that of the knight who had just been nailed to the wall. He waved his swords and swept past like a bloody tornado. Wherever he went, the Odessa Extraordinaries who were caught off guard were wiped out.
"Your Excellency Griffith de Ravenel?" Seydlitz was slightly horrified, "I don't like fighting, but it seems that the leaders of both sides will inevitably have to fight today."
Griffith walked forward with two swords in hand. The dark blood-like liquid on the ground condensed into a human form again, and it looked exactly like him. The two Griffiths moved forward side by side, approaching each other, merging into one like phantoms on flowing water.
He is like a cliff that stands firm in the stormy waves, towering and steep and insurmountable. He is also like the embodiment of fear and war. He said with a shuddering momentum and majesty:
"Your magic can't save you, wizard."
