"Come in!"
Rebels equipped with bows, arrows and muskets came like a tide and surrounded the Nebula Temple.
Harandil took out the map and handed it to the knight: "I have an elite commando team here, ready to enter the temple to investigate and see what is going on there. Can you lead them?"
There is no contradiction between confirming Galadia's situation and investigating the temple, but Griffith did not agree immediately.
After observing for a while, he discovered that although there were many rebel soldiers, they mainly relied on their bows, arrows and muskets to shoot from far away. Although the half-elf troops outside the temple were suppressed and unable to move, there was no powerful melee force to seize their position.
"Why launch an attack today?" Griffith shook his head. "Mortals have their limits. Fighting against high-level Beyonders and the mysteries of sealed objects requires not only new weapons, but also fearless spirit and perfect organizational training. Yours People can only be considered militiamen, and this battle will turn into a massacre.
"You should lie low and wait for Confederate troops to arrive."
Harandil pointed to his feet:
"We also wanted to wait, but...
"Many intelligence agents lurking in the temple spread the news before they died - the elves were activating some kind of terrible weapon. Once they were allowed to complete it, the rebels would face catastrophe.
"Today is our last attack time limit."
Countless arrows flew through the air, and hundreds of muskets fired in unison. The half-elf guards guarding the entrance to the temple gradually became overwhelmed and retreated into the temple to close the door.
An invisible shield ripples like water over this majestic building. Missing arrows and projectiles hitting the building can only cause ripples, but cannot damage the building at all. The retreating elves can also fire back outside through the shooting holes hidden in the wall, constantly knocking down the attacking rebels.
"You have to find a way to break through these barriers!" Griffith said, "Find me some grenades, I might be able to help you."
"Don't worry, Mr. Knight, these barriers cannot prevent low-speed passage. I got explosives from an old acquaintance. These treasures are specially designed for defensive buildings." Harandil waved to his companions, "Guys, let the assault engineers Come up!"
A team arrived in response. They were all humans, wearing cuirass, armed with muskets, axes, pickaxes, and shovels, and each carried a gray square backpack.
There was a squadron of these Canaanite rebel assault engineers. They took action upon receiving the order. Under the cover of intensive fire, they spread out along the entire road, lowering their bodies and advancing carefully.
The elves in the temple did not notice their approach at the first time. When the first batch of assault engineers hung their backpacks on the wall, they immediately lit the fuse of the backpack and retreated quickly.
"boom!"
Griffith shook with the ground. The explosion occurred between the shield and the wall, opening a man-high gap in the solid temple. The shock wave even knocked down the elves and half-elf guards inside, and the continuous counterattack suddenly stopped.
"Attack!" shouted a rebel commander.
As soon as he raised his sword, his whole body was ignited with dazzling flames. The powerful slogan immediately turned into a miserable wail. He was rolling all over the ground, and the firelight illuminated the soldiers who were standing not far away, watching their commander burn into a ball of black coals.
The elves started to fight back!
The invisible storm was gathering, turning into sharp blades, cutting down the shooting rebels in pieces.
A sickening sound wave swept through the bunker where the rebels were hiding.
"Bang!"
The heads of the human rebels exploded one after another like tomatoes that had been stepped on. In less than ten seconds, a whole street of soldiers was swept by the sound wave, and the red and white lake was on the wall.
"It's the wizard from Canaan!" Griffith stamped his feet anxiously, "Where is your sniper?"
His answer was a scream. Most of the rebels were civilians who had taken up arms and had never seen a battlefield or mystery. The horror before them was so frightening that they couldn't move, let alone fight back, and even forgot about escaping.
The deadly ferocious aura rushed out of the temple crazily as if alive. Eyeball-shaped magical creations wander in mid-air, catching traces of living people.
"Get out of the way!" Griffith grabbed Harandil and dragged him into the ditch. The soldiers who had no time to escape were torn to pieces behind them, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Attack magic and violent spiritual energy collided densely in the air, reflecting colorful arcs. Even Griffith has never encountered such an intensive magical attack.
Without the blood suppression of the regular army and the lack of targeted anti-magic measures, the most ordinary elf wizards have become crazy forts. They chanted incantations on the terrace of the temple and behind the windows, their beards and hair flying with the heat waves and strong winds, and they all looked like evil ghosts.
One group after another the rebels were wiped out. The streets bombarded by the spell seemed like meteorites had fallen, and broken limbs and broken bones were boiling in the billowing smoke.
"Is this the level of your attack!?" Griffith grabbed Harandil's neck, "You are murdering and committing a crime! They could have cooperated with our general attack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a pungent smell suddenly filled the air. The elf wizards who had just been slaughtering the rebels started vomiting one by one.
The dark green poisonous mist came from the underground pipes, and it sprayed out from the damaged gaps after the battle broke out. All the elves who came into contact with the poisonous mist first vomited violently, and then their whole bodies began to fester.
"You even use this thing?" Griffith glared at the half-elf ranger, "This thing doesn't distinguish between enemies and civilians."
"You won't say that when you see what the elves are doing," Harandil defended softly, "tonight will be long, and countless comrades will die.
"Only victory can ensure that their sacrifices will not be in vain."
The sound of neat footsteps interrupted the quarrel between the two.
A group of assault engineers carrying flintlock rifles came nearby. They lined up in the dark, without panic or fanaticism, just watching Harandil silently.
"Your mission is to cover Lord Blood's investigation of the elves' weapons!" Harandil shouted to the commandos. "Your mission is related to the lives of thousands of people and the outcome of the war.
"Comrades, do you have confidence?"
The commandos all turned around and tapped their military boots in the direction of Griffith:
"Promise to complete the mission!"
…
Griffith, guarded by assault engineers, passed through the gap and rushed straight into the temple. Each of them wrapped themselves up and put on a mask to avoid the dangerous poisonous mist.
However, the poisonous fog's killing effect did not last long.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the air, blowing the green fog into the streets. The rebels outside the temple suddenly burst into mourning.
The Nebula Temple is very large, but the poisonous mist spurts out like a flock of sheep. The astonishing wind pressure has exceeded common sense and can even distort nature.
The Canaanite demigods took action.
Sequence 4 astrologer "Starry Sky Imprisonment" Galilei appeared on the high platform of the temple. He stood with his hands behind his back in the strong wind, looking down at the panicked and withered living beings at his feet.
"Poor creatures, insignificant toys, worms who want to resist the truth. Every breath of yours is a generous gift from us.
"Since you want to destroy, then...
"Destroy as you wish."
There are invisible tracks flashing in the air. Even an extraordinary person like Griffith can't see clearly.
Sharp and heavy air waves gathered on the ground, and a crack appeared faintly among several groups of rebels.
This is a rift that tears everything apart and cannot be closed with anything. The moment it appeared, indescribable solemnity and depression swept over it, and the whole world seemed to be swallowed up.
"Run!"
someone among the rebels shouted. But before the thousands of warriors understood the meaning of the word, they began to slide towards the chasm.
Deep within the rift is pure indescribable darkness, so deep that not even light can escape. Crazy lightning flashed from the sky, mixed with terrifying thunderous roars.
Strong winds rose from all directions and gathered into a whirlpool that reached the sky, causing all living creatures to change color.
"Help—!"
Countless people screamed. However, the sound disappeared in an instant, and people in the distance could not hear anything. They could only see these people with big mouths and distorted faces grabbing the ruins and rocks around them, and then being pulled by the powerful and incredible force. The arm was broken, or it was rolled over with rocks.
Starry Sky Imprisonment Galilei opened his right hand, made a fist with his left hand, and slapped it toward the palm of his hand.
"broken."
In the crackling sound of explosions, thousands of rebel soldiers were shattered into pieces of bones and black mud, and disappeared.
Griffith turned pale.
He had seen the power of the Astrologer Path, and General Stannis, the Order of the Five Astral Knights, had used similar abilities to crush his undead troops.
However, the power of Starry Sky Imprisonment Galilei can no longer be described as terrifying.
With a wave of his hand, thousands of people were wiped out. This has gone beyond the connotations of words such as powerful and extraordinary, and even the killing itself cannot be described as cruel.
All this is more like a natural law that human beings cannot resist, like floods, typhoons and earthquakes, which even make people hate them pale.
Is this a demigod...
For a moment, Griffith even wanted to run away uncontrollably and give up all resistance. However, he suddenly had an idea.
Wait a minute, if demigods are so powerful, why do the mystical powers have to worry about mortal resistance?
With such terrifying power, who can shake their rule? What more secret weapons and miracles are needed?
An extremely discordant contradiction suddenly appeared in Griffith's mind, making him have to wonder whether there was a huge unreasonableness in the scene before him.
Half-elf guards with halberds and heavy armor ran forward, waiting for orders.
"Clean up the remaining bugs," Galilei's aura calmed down a bit. He ordered the guards around him, and then said to Speaker Provis not far away, "I'm going to take a look at the situation below. Why did it take so long?"
The Speaker nodded slightly. Killing thousands of creatures is as natural as breathing to a demigod, and is no big deal. He turned his gaze to the remaining humans below the temple and thought for a moment. Just when he was about to issue another noble order, out of the corner of his eye, he saw half-elf guards rushing towards the demigod who was observing the mysteries of the starry sky from all directions.
"Um?"
Galileo's slightly tired and bored eyes suddenly widened. Several of the loyal half-elf guards actually dropped their weapons and took out lit barrels from under their armor. The rope on the straight tube was burning with flames and was almost reaching its end.
"bomb?"
"boom--!"
Strong light shot into the sky, and even Speaker Provis was driven back two steps by the strong wind. The suffocating waves of fire and smoke engulfed Galilei in an instant.
