Chapter 1326 More Barbaric than Barbaric

The monstrous flames scorched the sky and the earth, and the raging living flames rushed towards the darkness in the winter night, like the second day of the day, and the sun rose on the horizon again - not long ago, the army of aberrations completely destroyed and occupied this land Lands, corrupting and shattering everything they touch, are now an excuse for the guardians of the land to let loose.

In this land, there is no longer anything that needs to be carefully protected. Wherever the living fire spreads, there are only the ugly and deformed flesh and bones of those monsters.

"It was a good fire." Wycliffe, who had been re-treated and bandaged, stood on the steel-cast church tower, looking at the direction of the mountain pass in the distance through the translucent energy shield and reinforced glass, and the living flame was at the end of the earth Splitting, countless elemental bodies are climbing, jumping, splashing meteor and fire rain on the mountain, or directly exploding into a huge mushroom cloud on the spot. The imbalance will dissipate within minutes, but as flame elements, the closer they are to collapse, the more frightening their power will be.

The human king even thought of the chilling scene, thinking of what kind of nightmare it would cause if such an incendiary bomb fell into an ordinary city, but at least at this moment, this nightmarish scene came On the heads of those ugly monsters, the corners of Wycliffe's mouth could not be restrained from curling up, feeling happy from the bottom of his heart.

"The power of the incendiary bomb in purgatory is greater than I imagined..." A steady voice came from the side, interrupting the king's association. The leader of the white knight named Amer came up from the stairs not far away, heavy His iron boots stepped on the floor, making a dull and forceful sound, "No wonder Your Highness Rebecca has repeatedly emphasized to us that we must never throw it near our own people, and the safe distance must be far enough..."

Wycliffe turned his head and saw the light from the magic spar lamp shining on the armor of the "Medical Priest". There was a faint light floating on the surface of the armor engraved with scriptures, which made him unable to tell that it was pure magic. The lights are still "the afterglow of the Holy Light", but for him and the surviving warriors in the cathedral, these "priests" from the Cecil Empire are all filled with holy brilliance, even their Hammers, cannons, and burners are as holy and pure as Lightforged.

These reinforcements that fell from the sky in the winter night saved not only him and his soldiers, but also the vast land and countless people behind the Augure Mountains.

"Permit me to express my gratitude to you again," the king said with great solemnity. "We owe you a great debt, both personally and on Ogure's—a bond that will one day be will be repaid."

"Then owe it first, Your Majesty, this war is not over," Amer said in a deep voice, "The flames of the incendiary bombs in purgatory will soon subside, and we will continue to stay here, using the cathedral itself and the ground The engineering materials carried by the troops build a new line of defense. With the cooperation of the air force, we can plug this gap—according to the information from the Dawn of the World, those monsters are retreating temporarily, but they will make a comeback soon. No one knows how many aberrations are left in the wasteland, and we still have a battle to fight before we counterattack to their base camp and cleanse the entire wasteland."

"Yes, we still have battles to fight..." Wycliffe was silent for a while, and after a few seconds he slowly raised his head and said calmly, "We only lost a few cities, but my The people haven't fallen yet - I should rise up and return to White City to regroup and retake and rebuild this land..."

"Glad to see you recover quickly,

Your Majesty, but before that, I think you need further medical help," Amer glanced at Wycliffe's empty right arm, "The current treatment only temporarily heals the wound, which is far from enough. "

Wycliffe looked down at his severed arm, but suddenly remembered the "half-to-total-total-total" treatment process he had seen at the ruins of Farm before. An unexplained chill made his expression a little subtle: "Uh, I'll find a doctor in Baicheng later..."

"If you trust Cecil's medical technology, we have several medical treatment and... processing options that can allow you to regain a good arm," Amer seemed to see the scruples of the human king, and he himself was a little helpless And embarrassing, I had to explain extra, "Please rest assured, the Holy Setting Sun is not the only medical unit of the expeditionary force, we also have a field medical ship flying from the direction of Carlin Crossing, there is a Druid Academy on it A medical facility jointly set up with the Department of Bioengineering. If you have a soft spot for biological limbs, you can try flesh and blood regeneration. If you want a different 'taste'-tech sergeants can give you one with alloy armor and artificial nerves arm."

The priest paused at this point, and then smiled and said: "The second is a new technology, but it is said that the effect is very good. Fortunately, this is a new injury, so you have more choices. If it is an old injury, then But it’s not easy.”

Wycliffe listened to the unimaginable things described by Amer, and his expression became more and more weird: "Then... I will think about it, think about it..."

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In a very short period of time, the tide in the darkness stopped surging, and an unexpected powerful force tyrannically intervened in this battlefield, blocking the black tide extending from the wasteland, and then the vanguard of the tide It began to be wiped out piece by piece, and tens of thousands of "ends of perception" quickly disappeared under the blows of the storm, and the fragments of senses and memories sent back by those dying individuals were full of limb tearing and the terror of the scorching flames.

That is the "instinctive emotion" that even monsters without intelligence can produce under a swift and powerful blow.

The branches of Marcellus trembled slightly in the cold wind of the winter night, but it was not from fear, but from great anger and hatred—his offensive was stopped by those crazy, savage, desperate orcs, and those The lingering Cecil, who seems to want to step in everywhere, but he is obviously only a little bit close!

The vanguard of the mutants has destroyed the human legion on the northern border of Ogure, and flattened their border fortresses and a large number of cities and villages in the past few days. The line of defense forced the orcs back to their main city. Even if he was given a few more hours, he was confident that the two legions would attack from the north to the south, completely disintegrating the defense of Ruby City. After that, the army from the wasteland would be able to Rapidly spreading in the territory of Ogulei, the entire country will quickly transform into a wasteland. Even if those stubborn mortals stick to their "holy mountain", they will not be able to stop this transformation process that is almost a natural disaster. The main force of the Silers arrived, and they too were doomed.

But he never expected that those orcs would set fire to the entire Ruby Forest, trapping half of his main force in the forest, and he never expected that the Cecilians could bypass the mountains and come from the distant northern battlefield. "Fly" directly to the front line of Ogure!

Literally, those humans flew in - they built amazing fortresses in the sky.

"Master, our frontline troops are frustrated, the 'swollen defiler' is not the opponent of those air fortresses," a low-level dark druid said beside him, his voice sounded a little panicked, "We... need to take a break from the edge, Re-plan the attack path..."

Marcellus shook the dry branches, his dark brown eyes stared at the low-level priest who was already showing timidity: "Shut up, I don't need your teaching!"

The mutated limbs of the low-level priest trembled, and the roots receded, while Marcellus looked up at the dark western sky, looking viciously at the direction of the front line illuminated by various flashes of light—he was no stranger to sky fortresses , when he was a mortal, he had even personally boarded the "House of Stars" known as the Silver Crown as a "guest", and was personally received by the Silver Queen, who was still a child at that time, Witness the ancient sanctuaries and the deep cloisters with paintings of saints.

At that time, he was still an exchange scholar sent by the Gondor Empire to the Silver Empire, a ridiculous and distant identity.

But he knew that the Temple of Stars had already crashed. In the flames and thick smoke, it crashed on the northern border of Gaoling Kingdom like a symbol of the end of an era. There was a great stir in the root network, and even Grand Priest Borken expressed emotion—yes, it crashed, the ancient, miraculous, and symbolic fortress in the sky has crashed, and every church The compatriots cheered at that moment. Although the Silver Empire temporarily stabilized its line of defense due to its crash, the mortal world has indeed lost their greatest force. At least until not long ago, Marcellus still believed so...

Who the hell would have thought that those Cecils turned around and pulled out another formation of air fortresses! !

Of course, according to the information sent back from the front line, Marcellus can easily judge that the air fortresses flying from the northwest are much smaller in scale than the elves' Temple of Stars, whether it is those like "escort ships" The same fortress and the "mothership" with ferocious firepower are much smaller than the crashed Stars Temple - but no one with normal intelligence can judge that from the perspective of "size". threat of something.

The Silver Elf's Temple of Stars has fallen, and it is more of a symbol of decay. It is very powerful, but its strength has come to an end—but those things that appear above the Ruby City are brand new war machines .

Those are the war machines specially built by the Cecilians for this war, armed to every inch of the deck and shell. They are brand new, fierce, precise, and ruthless. National Treasure - The Cecils take them out for the sole purpose of killing them on the front lines.

With the highest efficiency and the most ruthless attitude, kill and destroy to your heart's content.

The order to evacuate spread in the spiritual connection, and the black tide surged on the land of Ogure again, but this time it shrank backwards—continue to let the aberrations fight desperately against the flying fortresses that have mastered the sky It is meaningless now. The urgent task now is to preserve the strength, adjust the layout of the main force, use the large area of ​​land that has been polluted as a buffer and delay, and find an opportunity to change the situation as soon as possible in the next period of time.

"Is it more like a monster than an aberration..." Marcellus looked fiercely at the distant sky. He thought of the information brought back by Pertram after his retreat from the northern battlefield, and of the former battlefield on the northern front. The living forest, which feeds on mutants, couldn't help whispering in the night wind, "The essence of civilization is conquerors who are more savage than barbaric...Interesting..."

The low-level priest on the side froze for a moment: "Master, what did you say?"

"It's just some meaningless emotion," Marcellus's tone was abnormally calm, as if the previous anger and hatred were just hallucinations, he looked at his subordinates, and began to give orders in an orderly manner in a calm manner, "We will give up the Red Jade Forest Sea and Wolf Ridge Mountain, and leave those polluted lands to those humans—you take the runestone team, open a dark blue rift nearby, put some runestones in it first, and then move to the southern region, where There with Dittmore..."

He stopped suddenly.

An unexplained chill spread through his roots and mutated nervous system, and there was a premonition of imminent death in that chill. This dark priest transformed from a high-level druid suddenly stared at the red jade city. In the direction of Wolf's Ridge, which has become the home of the aberrations, he actually developed a "gut feeling" of being targeted by some kind of bloodthirsty beast on the isolated and open plain.

The low-ranking priest at the side immediately noticed the change: "Master, why are you..."

Marcellus interrupted quickly without waiting for the other party to finish speaking: "I have a bad feeling, let's move immediately!"

The low-ranking priest didn't know why, but he obeyed the orders of his superiors at the first time. But before he raised his roots and moved towards the eastern foot of Langji, he subconsciously looked back in the direction of Hongyu City, and couldn't help muttering: "But it's still very, very far from the front line. It's impossible for those Cecils' weapons to reach here..."

As soon as he was halfway through his words, a terrifying scream exploded in the night sky and tore apart the clouds above Wolfridge Mountain—but what was more terrifying than the scream was that Marcellus watched a swift The stream of light flew from the direction above Hongyu City, and landed on a nearby mountain faster than the sound!

He couldn't see what that thing was, he could only see that it was faster and more terrifying than any kind of "sky fire", and that thing was even faster than sound. He didn't hear the sound in the air until the big bang rose into the sky. The sound came, and then the mountaintop not far away was shrouded in a dazzling spherical light composed of chaotic and mixed light streams of various colors. The terrifying energy pulse swept across Langji Mountain, and even made him lose sight of the whole world for a short time. The perception of the Aberration Corps, and then he saw that group of light expanding in the night sky, roaring and igniting the air, and then shrinking instantly, leaving a very obvious trace in the darkness, like some kind of space crack, and brought There was a second wave of energy shocks and terrifying explosions and shocks.

At this moment, it seemed that the entire mountain range was shaking slightly.

Two or three seconds later, the light finally dissipated, and the unknown attack came and went quickly, but the trace it left was permanently imprinted in the eyes of every witness——

The mountain top disappeared, leaving only a spherical depression eroded and hollowed out by unknown forces.

Half of the leaves on Marcellus' body fell off in an instant, and he turned around and ran away!

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