Seven hundred and eighty chapters decisive battle (six)
The holy light ignited the whole world, and all darkness was forcibly driven away. This is the Phoenix hunting ground I chose.
The golden Duke of Thunder showed off the ability to exist at the top of wind and light. It changed its shape again in a piece of light and shadow. Its eagle-like head became sharper, and the overflowing brilliance turned into substantial lightning, and its
The wings and lower body turned into a distorted light.
There is probably no other example of this half-material, half-light existence in the entire world.
"Damn it. Where are you?"
The Eagle of Light spread its wings, the light flashed, and then... nothing was left.
Without even blinking, Archduke Thunder disappeared without a trace in front of me.
The pressure is still there, it has not left, it just moved around the blind corner of my perspective at an extremely fast speed.
Above, no.
On the left, no.
There was darkness within the field of vision, but it was clearly still here. I trusted my intuition. For a true battlefield veteran, intuition is far more trustworthy than eyesight.
"There is only one explanation... It is so fast that it can move to the next perspective the moment my eyes turn to its direction."
"snort!"
Cold sweat appeared on my vest, and a cold snort sounded in my ears at the same time. I slashed with my sword, but there was still nothing.
"snort!"
This time, a cold snort came from the direction I looked at first.
Sweat dripped from his forehead. This time, I'm afraid I'm really worried about how to deal with an opponent who can't even lock his eyes.
"...That's probably what you think, Mr. Rotisserie Chicken."
"Bang."
After a seemingly random swing and a crisp sound, my long sword finally felt it hit something.
"Eh."
The sound of surprise revealed Duke Thunder's incomprehension. It probably couldn't understand how I managed to seize its position at the same time.
What makes it even more incomprehensible is that it clearly read my thoughts but could not see through my movements.
"I'm really sorry. I have encountered too many opponents who can read minds."
The Phoenix's ability to distinguish good from evil and read people's hearts is not just a legend, it is already a talent of this race. But it is two different things from being able to read the minds of psychic creatures.
They are creatures from another plane. They are themselves a stream of information. To observe other individuals is to read the information of other individuals.
Well, the crack is actually very simple. It only requires some preparation in advance, such as adding extra cat clone armor pieces to yourself... ahem, I mean using Heloise's clone to mess with its thoughts.
Of course I won't explain why it got it wrong. Unlike that bastard who pursues the thrill of battle, what I like to see most is probably when my opponent dies in a daze, and the more information I leak, the better.
At this time, the lights in the distance were all converging, and the Tower of Holy Light in Hades extinguished its own lights. In this area, I became the only source of light.
And this is also necessary to completely block the Phoenix's immortality.
The fight between the Phoenix and the subsequent analysis of the Phoenix material allowed us to see clearly the essence of the Phoenix. It is a creature of this world, but it does not exist in this world. Therefore, it has many privileges. For example, it has many privileges.
The body of the main plane is actually just a projection and carrier of the entire information flow. Although it is its ontology, it is not all of it.
Just by killing its body, it can move around the world in its own way at any time, and then jump to other similar objects to regenerate directly.
Just like deleting a client, it is impossible to kill a server.
The fire phoenix was killed, but as long as its local surroundings (according to the size and strength of the body), the weakest one is hundreds of kilometers away, as long as there is flame within the range, it can easily reproject a
**.Rebirth from the ashes.
The reason why Duke Thunder could not fall even if he was chased by the gods on the Holy Light side is that there is light everywhere in the main plane. Even if it is killed at night, it can be reborn by the starlight.
And if there is no light around, the flow of information without a carrier will pass quickly, and it will naturally fall into a state of decline, gradually consuming its own body to maintain its own existence.
Of course, this can only be achieved theoretically. After all, the main plane is an elemental plane composed of multiple elements. When everything falls into a natural cycle, how can it be possible to exclude a certain element.
"You are not the first weak chicken I have killed. How could I not know your weaknesses?"
My words received no response, but the crackling thunder expressed Lord Thunder's anger.
Although this is Hades, there is still light. It is trying to read the principles of light here, but finds nothing. This is not the light element it is familiar with at all.
At this point, I haven’t realized that the situation is wrong, and it’s really stupid to give priority to retreat, but...
"It's too late, little chicken. I heard it doesn't snow in hell, so let me treat you to a spring snow."
The time given to me was enough. What unfolded was the Ice and Snow Demon Sword North. The arena shrouded in blizzard not only limited the maximum distance between us, but also expelled the remaining light elements.
With the help of the Tower of Salvation in Hades, the light element here was extracted, and the only thing still shining brightly was probably the Holy Sword of Dawn in my hand.
Taking a deep breath, the Thunder Bird in front of me was losing its glory, but it still couldn't be underestimated.
"Eat meat or drink soup, after preparing so much, it just depends on this..."
Yes, I have never been a good person who sacrifices myself for others, and I will not stand out and take the initiative to challenge Thunder Lord. It’s not because Phoenix is full of treasures! ——
When Roland entered the bug world with the only remaining devil king, the battlefield did not stop. On the contrary, with the disappearance of Thunder Lord Lightning and the fact that it would not reappear, panic has spread among the devil's war group.
spread.
But even so, the human coalition is still unable to advance. Those temporary checkpoints and fortresses have turned into flesh harvesters, harvesting the blood of both sides at the same time.
The war puppets of the mages have entered the battlefield, but they were surprised to find that even the powerful diamond puppets were at a disadvantage in the struggle with the big devil.
It was clear that the artillery fire from behind was continuous, the magic support from our side never stopped, and it was clear that the battlefield was chosen by me on my own initiative, but I was still unable to advance the front line.
"There are obviously so many advantages, why can't we win?!"
The reason? Very direct, very cruel, the gap in strength.
From the beginning, the individual strengths of both sides were not at the same level. The human side's high-end combat power, elite troops, and existences that could obtain gold evaluations, if thrown into the devil's camp, would be just a big-headed soldier with a few servants.
According to Ashe's conventional evaluation, humans are the lowest-ranking black iron bloodline, while adult devils are like demons, the highest-ranking golden bloodline. Even though there is a lot of water in the evaluation, the huge gap in strength is forming in a very cruel way.
The way is shown.
The stainless steel heavy sword that was slashing with all its strength was casually grabbed by the devil with his bare hands. The forked spear that finally hit the opponent's abdominal cavity could not even break through the scales. However, the opponent who was twice or three times his height grabbed it lightly.
His upper body and lower body were divided into two halves.
The heaviest casualties were probably the mercenaries and scattered legions of Oran. As the navy, they did not have much armor or enchanted weapons. They followed the general situation and attacked into an organized devil battle group, because the opponent had been defeated by artillery fire.
, just need to beat up the drowned dog, and suddenly hit the iron plate.
Fortunately, the mercenaries in the Forest of Dreams clearly understood the gap between the two sides. They did not attack by force, but chose to contain them. And they had prepared a lot of messy things during their years as contracted heroes.
Knowing that he was going to fight the devil this time, he had prepared cold iron weapons and cold iron armor that were effective against creatures from the lower planes. This kind of magic metal weapon only needs a little enchantment and can cause the devil to be covered in blisters by just touching it.
Even so, the battlefield where the lower plane's combat power is located is still too cruel to humans. The number of casualties is rising crazily. More and more devils are recovering from the chaos. The battle loss ratio that has exceeded three to one will continue to expand.
Fortunately, the main force at this time is still the war puppets and summoned beasts of the Kingdom of Mage. They have no morale at all, and there is no need to worry about excessive casualties that will cause the main force to collapse.
When the mages standing behind saw these situations, they gave up the idea of approaching the devil group and focused on summoning more cannon fodder and preparing more long-range attack spells.
The Oran battleship group, which had completed the first round of attack missions, also began to bombard the Devil's defense line in an orderly manner after reloading their bombs.
But a support attack is support after all. The attack range is limited if it is too far away. To break through the defense line, infantry still needs to use human lives to fill it.
Finally, when more than half of the landing navy brought by the Oran battleship was consumed, the master mages of the Kingdom of Mages could no longer stand it, and high-level mages stood up one by one.
Under the leadership of the truth-level masters, they began to forcibly bombard the devil's defense line, and in the blind spot of their vision, the devil's reinforcements that exceeded everyone's imagination finally arrived.
The leader among them is also an old acquaintance of Roland, or in other words, an old enemy. (To be continued.)
