At this time, the atmosphere in the dome cathedral was extremely heavy, almost desperate.
The scenery outside the city can be seen even from here.
Rather, it is in this place closest to Tire, from this temple raised high by thousands of steps that spiral like horns, that they can see the number of their enemies more clearly.
.
It was noon at this time and there was plenty of sunshine.
The dark army standing solemnly outside the city reflected the cold sheen of metal under the scorching sunlight. The armor on their bodies shone with the aura of witchcraft. The weight was reduced by the magic of enchantment, and the heavy armor provided with the ability to change temperature was enough to
They bring infantry-level mobility, and the hammers and axes in their hands indicate their identity.
This is the berserker of Bantha.
The bloodline of the Bantha people is not suitable for inauguration berserkers. The ones who are truly suitable for inauguration berserkers are the Suze people who walk in knee-deep ice and snow all year round and the mountain people who are naturally strong and agile.
However, as a mainstream profession, berserkers are undoubtedly the main force in all ** teams.
If it is an army composed of other professions, it will begin to collapse when the casualties reach one-third. If the friendly team has wizards and field priests present, this number can be buffered to one-half or even two-thirds. But if it is
For a legion composed of berserkers, there is no way to drag them off the battlefield until they are released from madness.
A group of soldiers who are not afraid of death will always make the commander happy. If this group of soldiers who are not afraid of death can play a greater role while facilitating training, then no profession will be more suitable than the berserker.
Entering the battlefield at once. At least they can guarantee that they will never be defeated and will not turn around and break up the formations of other friendly troops.
But the Bansa people's thinking is different from Su Ze and Fararuo.
Because the Bantha people always consider themselves to be the noblest race in the world. They possess a strange centripetal force. This centripetal force prevents them from allowing "cannon fodder" or similar concepts to appear on paper.
Every Bantha is a warrior. Every Bantha soldier is a hero.
Therefore, the previous king of Bansa, the father of the current Queen of Bansa, decided to arm a group of the world's strongest berserkers with a stroke of his pen.
At that time, Bansa had just stolen some incomplete witchcraft inheritance from the White Tower. They only got most of the inheritance of the enchantment system and part of the inheritance of the combat system, and the rest was none at all. But even so, for Bansa
It's totally enough for Salvador.
The technicians of the military factory received training from Wizard Wang Li and urgently learned the simple inscription method of enchantment witchcraft. Each of them only learned one witchcraft, and did not understand how to use any witchcraft except the one they mastered.
, but when a group of people come together, they can enchant armor with simple witchcraft such as lightness, strength, insulation, breathability or temperature change, and they can also enchant weapons with characteristics such as sharp edge and cutting.
As a result, Bantha has the most luxuriously equipped army in the world. These berserkers, who are only black iron-level warriors, are equipped with equipment of this level. After becoming berserk, they can easily defeat one against five within the same level.
Standing opposite these mad dogs were a group of mercenaries wearing hard leather armor with gold edges and holding various weapons.
Behind the mercenaries were a large group of Embers wearing dark red robes, singing weird carols in low voices.
Gaharad stood in the void, looking down at those people nervously, muttering something softly.
Then he flew directly to the top of the temple and landed silently behind Roland, who was kneeling in front of the dim statue of Tyr, praying in a low voice.
"To answer your question, Your Majesty. There are about fifty thousand of them," Gaharad said with a frown, "All of them are above the Black Iron level... There are at least three figures of experts who have reached the Silver level."
If he didn't have a heart, his heart would probably have started beating nervously at this time.
I couldn't tolerate him not being nervous.
The opposite side dispatched 50,000 people to encircle Frankfurt. In fact, the total number of people in Frankfurt was less than 50,000.
Moreover, Tire's priests have now almost completely lost the ability to cast divine spells, and it can be said that they are completely useless. They are no different from trash.
But Roland didn't panic at all.
He did not look back, but asked softly: "In other words, this is their main force, right?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. Now all the mercenaries of the God of Contract and most of Bantha's main infantry regiment are concentrated here. If they cooperate sincerely, they can even directly bulldoze the entire Kalar."
Gahalad sighed and suggested with some hesitation: "Your Majesty Roland... In an siege of this scale, it is an honor to successfully escape."
"Oh? Is that what you think?"
"That's right. Your Majesty. If you open the underworld barrier, I can temporarily recall my body in life. If I use my full strength, I can probably lead you to break up a battle group of a thousand people."
Gaharad said calmly: "After all, I am just a heroic spirit. Even if I return to the mentor's country, I can be summoned back by you again..."
"Who do you think I am, Gahalad?"
Roland's voice did not waver: "Forcibly resurrected to the human world without the permission of the scepter? Who gave you the right? Aren't you afraid of being accused of being thrown into the furnace of doomsday by the Death Angel?"
"but……"
Gahalad was speechless for a moment.
Only then did he remember that the silver-haired boy kneeling in front of the icon with his back turned to him was himself the chosen one of the Sleeping Mentor.
Anyone can break the law of life and death, but he alone will not. Because he is the law of the teacher itself.
"But if you don't do this, you might die!"
Gaharad shouted at the top of his lungs and knelt on the ground without hesitation. The metal armor at his knees made a harsh friction sound on the ground: "Please grant me, let me bathe in the world of the living again, even if
An hour is fine”
"No. Without the authority, I have no right to give you extrajudicial mercy."
Roland closed his eyes and replied calmly.
"His Majesty……!"
"Okay, Gaharad."
Probably because he couldn't bear it, Roland sighed softly: "Open your eyes and see who I am kneeling to."
Isn't it Tyre? Who else could it be?
Gahalad paused and looked at the golden statue holding a sword...
wrong!
Gaharad's pupils shrank instantly.
Although the figure from the back is still the same as Tyre, and there is no difference in figure, the posture of the frontal icon has changed.
Originally, the icon of Tyr slightly raised the cross sword with one hand and pointed forward. But now, the cross sword has turned into a cross one size smaller. And the posture of the icon has also changed to a praying posture, with both hands
At the same time hold the long handle of the cross.
What's more important is that the face of the icon suddenly turned into Roland's face!
"So, let me ask you again... Gaharad, who do you think I am?"
Roland's voice was indifferent. He turned his head slightly and stared at Gaharad.
Only then did Gaharad notice that Roland's emerald-green pupils were densely filled with silver-gray runes. Just looking directly at the runes would make Gaharad's heart tremble.
"Where do you think the charism of those pastors has gone? Who do you think they believe in now?"
Roland's voice was filled with overlapping echoes, making it seem more and more illusory: "Why do you think the power of their magic did not decrease immediately after the death of Tyr?"
"Gahalad, I want to show you a miracle here." (To be continued.)