Facing the torture of death threats, those who are not involved in it cannot understand the fearful pain. The deathly silence on the battlefield is not only that the dead can no longer talk to each other, but the living also do not know what to say. For a long time.
When there are no more light bombs flying around in the sky, no one is running, no one is escaping, no one is hysterically shouting for help, no one is begging for mercy tearfully, things seem to have come to an end.
The forbidden curse is over.
The Renaissance troops holding shields for defense looked outside through some small cracks; Her Royal Highness, the eldest princess, who was standing on the outermost perimeter, did not make any protective movements and just stood quietly. They put down their shields tremblingly and looked around aimlessly.
Looking around, countless corpses lying in the forest illustrate how cruel and ruthless the massacre that just happened was.
"They're still alive."
A soft cry broke the silence. Everyone looked in the direction that the speaker was pointing, which was the pursuer who had been clinging to the rear. Most people were still lying in a pool of blood, but Meyer Kohler and others who had rebelled had
Several people fell to the ground, watching in horror everything that happened and ended.
This soft cry also woke them up. The people headed by Meyer Kohler were rolling and crawling, trying to escape from all this. Only someone in the Renaissance Army thought of chasing after these ungrateful young men and letting them
He paid the price for his betrayal. But Mirassarian stopped him and said: "There is no need to pursue him."
"Your Highness, those traitors deceived us and led us into an ambush. If we don't punish them, how can we live up to the sacrifice of our comrades?" An emotional member of the Renaissance Army, whose companions were also killed during the retreat, resented
say.
"They are no longer important. This debt will be settled sooner or later." After saying that, Mirasalian left, planning to return to the Tower of the Great Sage. That was the source of the matter, and she had to see it with her own eyes.
Some loyal veterans wanted to stop the actions of the people they were loyal to, but whether they blocked it with their bodies or tried to catch Her Royal Highness, they were all evaded by ingenious movements. In the end, they finally realized that this
His Highness's strength is far beyond their ability to understand.
In the eyes of others, the two temple warriors were just ordinary maids, but they followed without hesitation. They were not just young girls. They had also fought bloody battles and faced fatal dangers, but nothing like what they were doing today.
Like, the feeling of being unable to resist and being manipulated by others.
When they walked out of the woods, the dazzling sunlight temporarily blinded everyone walking in the shade. When their eyes gradually got used to it and their vision recovered, what they saw was a scene that will be unforgettable in this life. The open space outside the Tower of the Great Sage
It was full of corpses, and the flowing blood gathered into puddles of blood. But the tower was unscathed and stood as it had for thousands of years.
There are no tragic heroes, no strong men who turned the tide, no loyal people who sacrificed their lives for the Lord, and even... no enemies. All the soldiers and nobles who followed Marquis Neumann are forever silent in this land, with a trace of silence.
They came without any results, and then they died.
Even the veterans of the battlefield who thought they were used to the cruelty of life and death couldn't help but feel raging anger in their hearts when faced with this situation. Who should be blamed for such a worthless death?
The people who were at a loss noticed that the loyal person raised his head and looked straight at one place. Everyone looked along and saw that it was the gap on the third floor of the magic tower, where the tower owner and her apprentice were standing.
On the edge.
The two skinny girls clung to their teacher's clothes and buried their faces in the robes, unable to bear to look directly at them. But as the culprit of everything, they seemed to be looking down at the battlefield, admiring their own achievements, so arrogant and arrogant.
But in Mirasalian's eyes, it was not like that. She saw the tower master also looked confused and even regretful. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lower lip was biting. He was not satisfied with what he had done.
Feeling proud. Is it pity? Or is there still a trace of human compassion in my heart?
‘Shirogiri Warrior Commander, I can’t stand that man actually looking at him with schadenfreude. I’m going to ask him why he committed such a crime.’ ‘Let’s go together.’
The two subordinates were not sharp enough to see the tower master's expression clearly, but looked at things with preconceived notions. Their justice drove them to act, and without waiting for a reply from their superiors, they prepared to use magic and jumped up to the third floor in one breath.
, go to the tower master.
The low-pitched divine words were as sweet as singing. Green circles of spiritual light appeared continuously, from the ankles to the bottom of the knees, and the strength was enough to support them to jump. Just before bending their knees and preparing to jump, the spiritual light at the calves suddenly dispersed to
The whole body made the two of them stiff at the same time, making it difficult to move. They smelled incense in their noses, and there seemed to be a whisper in their ears.
After a while, the two women were able to move freely again. They looked at the temple warrior chief with confusion. Did the chief disapprove of their actions, so he used magic to stop them?
Mirasalian knew the problem of the two women and said first: 'Do you feel that your strength has increased slightly?'
The two women nodded.
'Did you hear a sound just now?'
Nod again.
'Congratulations, you have become the ones who have heard the oracle in person. Whatever instructions your Majesty in heaven conveys, just follow them and don't question them.'
'Peace.' The two women looked at each other and said the same word. Excitement instantly filled their chests. They immediately knelt down on one knee, clasped their fists and prayed. Countless prayers of praise were recited hurriedly.
Regardless of the devout prayers of the two subordinates, Mirasalian noticed the message conveyed by the one in the sky. Did it mean that he was not willing to be the enemy of the tower master?
In the world of Lost World, saints are not invincible when they come to the mortal world. The five-story magic tower guarded by the Dharma Sanctuary can block gods and kill gods, and demons can block and kill demons. In other words, the combination of magicians and magic towers can
It is possible to threaten these eternal existences. Of course, it is impossible to truly kill the gods, but it can still make these superior existences pay a considerable price.
However, based on Mirassarian's understanding of that person, it was probably not that he was afraid of the other person, but that he was interested in the strength shown by the other person, so he had such an attitude.
"Look, there are still people alive."
Someone in the Renaissance Army shouted. Without waiting for instructions, everyone rushed to the person who was suspected to be still alive, and then it was confirmed that the small town resident who was tied up by the five-flowered flower was unharmed. He was just stunned and did not make any move.
, but looked blankly at the people around him.
Where there is the first person, there may be a second or third person. Everyone immediately scatters to look for survivors. On this battlefield, it is surprisingly easy to find alive people. Anyone with a big hole in his chest will definitely die.
It's clear. People who are tightly tied with ropes, kneeling or lying down, are still breathing.
Finally, when the survivors were gathered together, they were all residents of the small town, and there was no shortage of them.
At this time, even the dullest person will feel scared. It is not uncommon for magicians to use forbidden spells, but forbidden spells can distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, but it is hard to imagine.
The reason why strategic magic has always been classified as a forbidden spell is that it is prone to accidental damage. In a magician culture that is premised on protecting the civilized world, the biggest reason is that it cannot be cast at will. But if this reason does not exist, any opponent
If the Tower of the Great Sage shows hostility, the tower owner will directly use strategic magic to greet them. I believe not many people will have the courage to continue the attack.
Lin, who returned to the tower, looked at the mirror energy pool screen in front of the console in the core room. On it were the final number of attacks and the number of enemies killed by the light bullet magic array, both of which stayed at six thousand eight hundred and thirty-one.
superior.
When he saw that the numbers stopped jumping, he probably guessed that all the enemies had been wiped out. But the number 6831 didn't give him much feeling. It was just a cold number.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he actually had the idea to go out and take a look. There was no need to go out of the door from the first floor and look directly from the observatory on the third floor. You should be able to see more things from the top.
. Lin didn’t think any more and walked towards the observatory that usually only comes at night.
The two young apprentices had been by Lin's side since the beginning of the war, and now they foolishly followed him out.
As soon as he stood on the edge without guardrails, Lin regretted it. Did he regret coming out or starting the killing spree? He didn't know it himself.
No matter how many Hollywood blockbusters you watch and how realistic they are, they are still works of artistic nature, no matter what the director wants to show. But after all, war movies are no better than documentaries, without the exaggerated expression techniques and the sound and light effects.
Some of the explosion scenes are just scenes of reality, so shocking.
I remember that before time travel, many of the documentaries about World War I and World War II were digitally reproduced in color. Those real scenes were not like a few soldiers gathering together to emotionally discuss what to do after the war.
There was no such thing as a flag-raising scene; there was no tragic charge, and the final victory was achieved after countless sacrifices. Those incoherent fragments of records made Lin feel numb when looking at them.
But documentaries are not as good as seeing them with your own eyes. Although I have not personally gone to the battlefield, the smell, the bright red color, and the sight of corpses everywhere I look are definitely not what I have seen in several documentaries or pictures of battlefields.
You can understand this through the real photos taken by reporters.
He originally thought that the two girls, who were about the age of primary school students, had become so hard-hearted that they could kill animals and goblins without hesitation. But from the time they hid their faces and sobbed secretly, and their shoulders twitched slightly, Lin knew that they were still capable of killing animals and goblins.
He has not lost the kindness in his nature.
I originally thought that in order to survive after traveling to the Lost World, a fat man who had only fought cockroaches and mosquitoes would be able to dismember animals without any burden, kill savages without blinking an eye, and even robbers and thieves who were both human beings.
There is also a lot of humanoid blood on my hands.
But after experiencing a real battlefield, I realized that I was still too naive. I still believed from the bottom of my heart-although I didn't say it out loud-that I, who had traveled from the earth, was superior to others.
In fact, he is an insignificant person. This is true on earth, in the lost world, and even more so in the face of death.