The beam of light hit a carriage and melted it directly.
This beam of light was more like a demonstration. After it was released, a group of paladins rushed up, hugging their heads and hugging their feet, and wrapped the Holy Spirit, who had just released the holy light and was in a stagflation state, into a shroud.
, quickly carried it to the back of the team.
A large number of silver knights slowly stopped and began to form an array.
At the back of the team, Trick, the God Knight of the Silver Knights, was already roaring angrily: "Idiot, idiot, idiot! Why do you let the Holy Spirit run in front? You know he is stubborn, what if there is a fight?
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The knight under him said reluctantly: "It's not possible to catch up. The Holy Spirit will ignore it as soon as it starts running. We can't stop him even if we call him."
"Are you still aggrieved? Are you still aggrieved? Then why did you let him run? Why did you let him run?" Trick was so angry that he waved his riding crop and slapped his men on the head and face.
The knights under his command shrank their heads and did not dare to block. They just tensed up their bodies and carried on.
After venting his anger, Trick jumped up from his horse, his eyes flashed with white light, and he saw the car formation in Darkside City in the distance.
"These old immortals in Dark Side City are reacting faster and faster. They have made defense preparations before we even arrived. It's a bit difficult." Tris said in embarrassment.
To be honest, the response speed of the vehicle array in Dark Side City was beyond his expectation. He never expected that this was because a red archbishop tipped off the enemy.
Seeing Trick in trouble, a young knight who had just been transferred from the headquarters volunteered and said: "Sir, we can focus on the point where the Holy Spirit breaks through and break through the enemy's defense from there."
Trick slapped his thigh and praised: "What a great idea. You are worthy of being a young man from the headquarters. You are courageous, energetic and courageous. I will leave the main attack mission to you. Bring your people and break through the enemy's defense.
We'll give you a raid."
"Ah?!" The young knight was dumbfounded.
Unexpectedly, the main attack mission would fall on him. The young knight was dumbfounded and did not dare to disobey the military order, so he had to smack his mouth and go down to prepare.
Trick looked around, and the rest were all his old friends. He was too lazy to cover up, and cursed: "Now the guys sent by the church are more stunned than the other. They make great achievements at every turn and break the Dark Side City.
I don’t want to think about it, I’ve been transferred here, I’m a Silver Knight in life, I’m a Silver Wraith in death, if I break the Dark Side City, what will we eat in the future?”
"Yes, yes, they are all idiots." His subordinates agreed in unison.
"By the way, how is the situation of the fallen angels? There is news from the Holy See that His Majesty the Pope intends to send us to encircle and suppress the fallen legions." Trick took the time to ask.
The quartermaster is the most familiar with this aspect. Intelligence is also a type of military supplies. It is the responsibility of the logistics department and will eventually be summarized to him.
"No one dares to provoke the Fallen Legion now. If their number is small, they will throw themselves into the cesspool and never come back. They rely on Karen Town to encroach outwards, and their number is getting larger and larger. Many priests have been contaminated by them.
If they become their people, it is very likely that the people we sent yesterday will become our enemies today."
Trik had a toothache on his face as he heard that the fallen angel Shyamala was getting louder and louder. She was looking for priests everywhere, plundering their power of holy light, and then polluting them.
There is no way for these polluted people to return to the church, otherwise they will be the first to be purified.
The polluters have gathered together under the guidance of an old priest named Peleg, calling themselves the Watchers. They insist on the purity of their hearts. Even if they are polluted, they do not lose sight of their original intentions. They ask the Holy See to understand their situation and send people to disperse them.
The power of corruption.
However, within the church, they were called the Fallen Legion, and the church was indeed prepared to send people to disperse them, but the method of dispersing them was different from what they thought. The simplest method was of course to burn them to death.
However, due to the death of Nicholas, the western diocese will not be able to choose a successor for a while. No one can unite the power of the diocese, and it has been unable to deal with it effectively.
So much so that His Majesty the Pope could not help but go beyond the diocese and mobilize the Silver Knights directly.
Of course, this order has not yet been issued, but the Silver Knights have been working hard to maintain relationships with powerful people within the church and got some news in advance.
The current Fallen Legion and Fallen Angels are like a cesspit, and no one wants to take the initiative to provoke them, mainly because the method of 'contamination' is too disgusting. It only wants to rob you of your power, but also fills you with the power of corruption.
In an instant, your camp changes, your former allies become enemies, and your former enemies become allies.
Even if your former companions know that you were forced, what's the use? Will they not purify you? If they purify you, how will they purify you? If they really can't purify you, will they burn it with fire? Even if they don't burn it, will they?
Will you be imprisoned for the rest of your life?
The answers to these questions are very likely to be yes, so how dare you go back?
If you don’t go back, you can only hug together to keep warm. Once you hug together, there will be more people, and you will have to deal with food, drink, and diarrhea. One Karen town cannot support too many people, so it can only expand outwards, and conflicts will arise.
However, the Fallen Legion is not going anywhere yet. The most troublesome thing is Shyamala. This fallen angel is getting stronger and stronger.
Through constant plundering of the Holy Light, she was chased away by an ascetic monk named Ange at the beginning. A few days ago, she broke into a monastery and met two ascetic monks who were practicing asceticism with the holy attendants there.
The monks, one against two, finally robbed the two ascetic monks of their holy power.
This shows that her strength increased very quickly.
She is powerful and elusive. If she continues like this, even if the archbishop comes in person, she may not be able to suppress her, and then she will be in trouble.
As long as Shyamala doesn't die, the Fallen Legion can't be wiped out no matter how hard it is destroyed, so before Shyamala dies, Trick absolutely doesn't want to touch this mess.
"It seems we have to suffer heavy losses." Trick said with "heartache".
In just one sentence, the people under his command showed understanding expressions.
The Silver Knights had suffered "heavy" losses, so they naturally had no energy left to destroy the Fallen Legion, let alone offend Shamara. After all, the Fallen Angels were not the fools under their control.
There is also an excuse to ask for compensation and rewards from the Holy See, so why not?
The young knight was finally ready. More than a hundred of his cronies surrounded him, and the rest of the silver knights spread out to hold him back.
The so-called pressure of the battle sometimes turned into supervising the battle. All the knights began to beat their breastplates and sang the hymn: "Hallelujah - Messiah - Portia - Sisma - Amaka -"
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The young knight slapped his mouth hard twice: Let you talk more, and then pulled down the mask.
The holy light lit up on them, and everyone began to draw out the throwing spears from their bags, clamped the horse's belly, slowly moved forward, and slowly accelerated.
After entering a certain distance, there was a whooshing sound, and a thick crossbow arrow shot into the knight's formation.
The holy light flashed, and the shield on the unlucky guy was shot out. The crossbow arrow penetrated into his body, flying him up, hitting his companion's horse behind him hard, and he vomited blood and fell to the ground.
The companion avoided his position and continued to move forward. The priest from behind quickly came up and dragged him away for treatment.
The crossbow fired arrows without any arrows, knocking down knights one after another, but the attack speed was too slow, far from enough to cause the enemy to collapse.
Getting a little closer, the archers of the Silver Knights began to fire, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, waves of powerful arrows shot at the car wall, focusing on suppressing the places where the crossbow arrows were fired.
Unfortunately, I don't know if I hit it or not. Even if I hit it, the opponent will be full of undead creatures, and there will be no feedback such as screams.
At the shooting hole of the carriage, the archers from Dark Side City began to fight back.
With the same bow and arrow, Dark Side City's arrows are obviously inferior to those of the Silver Knights. The arrows shot are soft and weak, and when they fall on the knight's armor, they can only leave some white spots.
It can be seen that Dark Side City is indeed very short of supplies, and other weapons except for siege crossbows are not very easy to use.
Facing the rain of arrows and crossbows, the Silver Knight began to accelerate and at the same time threw the javelin in his hand.
Each person had a javelin, and the javelins were thrown densely at the car wall and pierced into the car.
Although they remained silent, most of the undead creatures in the carriage had won the bid, and the power of the holy light on the javelin continued to burn their bodies. Ange even felt that several souls were completely extinguished. They were probably unlucky enough to be shot.
Hit the lich in the chest.
Nigris flew to a higher position and explained to everyone, mainly to Ange: "The Silver Knight sent a small team forward, and the rest waited behind to hold down the formation. They moved, holding on to the crossbow fire.
Running slowly, they are getting closer and closer, throwing spears and javelins, hitting the target, and the Darkside City side suffered heavy casualties..."
At this point in the explanation, Nigris suddenly changed his voice and said: "Although I can still talk until dawn, but judging from the situation, something is wrong. The knights behind did not follow up. They are sending the first batch of charging knights to die.
what happened?"
As Nigris saw, the first group of knights rushed to the gap, first hooked up and tried to pull away the nearby carriage, but after a few pulls it didn't move, so they had no choice but to rush forward, and then they were concentratedly shot by crossbow arrows.
, throwing down corpses along the way, and then being hacked to death by a thick-skinned lich.
There are more than three thousand lichs, each of them has thick skin and thick flesh, at least at the level of bast. Their skin and flesh are the best armor, but they are not very protective against the Holy Light.
Soon, all the silver knights who broke through the car wall were killed, and even the young knight died with hatred.
It wasn't until the death of the young knight that most of the Silver Knights really started to move, instead of just pretending like before.
Slowly increasing the speed, thousands of silver knights pressed forward.
Nigris suddenly said: "Give up the car wall and ask everyone to retreat, quickly."
"Ah? Give up the car wall? Give up the car wall, we can't stop the knight's charge." Rogge said urgently.
"Can you block it now? Withdraw quickly, retreat here, Ange, Brusque, sink, prepare." Nigris said.
Bruske began to cast magic into the sand in front of him, and while doing so, he said: "Let me tell you first, I will not transform, and I cannot interfere in the disputes on the mainland, otherwise I will not be able to come to the land in the future.
If we are surrounded, the most I can do is take you and Ange to run away."
Rogge looked at Bruske in surprise when he heard this. Who is this guy with his nostrils pointing up in the air? He actually used the word "interference"? He was surrounded, how could he still run away?
Nigris said angrily: "Okay, okay, I can't do this or that, what's the use of you."
Ange also started to use magic, and soon, the whole sand was filled with the reaction of the elements.
"Quickly, get your people to withdraw." Nigris said.
Reluctantly, Rogge ordered the retreat. Although he did not understand, the well-trained Darkside City lichs still obeyed the order, quickly threw down the wall, and retreated behind Ange and others.
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In the desert with no danger to rely on, without the barrier of the car wall, facing the cavalry is the fate of being crushed.
Rogge asked anxiously: "God of Knowledge, people have withdrawn, what should we do now?"
"Do nothing, wait."
Trick was also surprised by Rogge's retreat. He came to the car wall in surprise and found that no trap had been laid. Only then did he realize that the Dark Side City was really retreating, but not too far. Looking through a sand dune,
Looking at him, the leading black warrior also made a 'please' gesture to him.
Trick couldn't help but mutter: "These undead creatures actually have brains opened?"
After muttering a few times, Trick said loudly: "The despicable enemy set up an ambush to assassinate the young Kree knight. The enemy must have set other traps. We cannot act rashly. We will retreat with the corpse of the Kree knight."
The Silver Knights restrained the corpses of the Kree Knights and his men, and Hulala retreated cleanly, leaving only javelin arrows and bloodstains on the ground, a silent testament to the battle just now.
Rogge looked confused: "Why is this happening? What do you mean by asking me to make the 'please' gesture? Why did they retreat? Is this a secret signal?"
"...How did you survive until now?" Nigris covered his face speechlessly.
Bruske also noticed it and said: "You have been raised. Raise your enemies to respect yourself."
"Then what does the 'please' gesture mean?" Rogge finally accepted that he had become a raised enemy, but he still didn't understand why a gesture could make the enemy retreat.
"They need the corpses of their companions. The soul breath on the wounds of the corpses can prove that they were killed by undead creatures, and they can confess to the superiors. If you don't retreat, then they will have no choice but to break your car formation and themselves
Take the body back," Nigris said.
At this moment, Ange suddenly looked up at the sky, and a row of explosive fireballs appeared in front of him, shooting into the sky in a trail.
The light of the fireball illuminated a figure that was falling at high speed. It was a tall, round-waisted human woman, wearing a coarse linen dress, falling from the sky at high speed. Facing the incoming fireball, she did not even blink and allowed the fireball to blast her.
On the body.
The fireball exploded, and the flames slid down the woman's body without touching her, as if the flames couldn't attach to her.
However, she had to carry one, two, and three, and by the time she reached the twelfth one, she couldn't stand it anymore. She maneuvered in the air, and the flames couldn't touch her, but the impact of the explosion was not easy to bear.
But Ange's eyes were firmly fixed on her, and despite her many twists and turns, the fireball still pursued her.
New fireballs kept being released, and the old fireballs were chasing after them. The longer they flew, the more fireballs were left in the air. If they hit her at the same time, the power would probably be superimposed to a level that would be unbearable for her.
Brusque stood in front of Ange with a wry smile: "Sir, please be merciful."
Ange tilted his head and withdrew his hand, the fireballs in the sky stopped.
The human woman flew over menacingly, and the little zombie angels, including Rogge, all stood in front of Ange.
The woman ignored the others, flew straight to Brusk, grabbed his ears and roared: "How dare you steal my dragon egg! Do you want to die! Do you want to
die!"
Bruske said calmly: "The child has hatched."
"Ah? Hatched... hatched?" The anger in the woman's heart was instantly cleared, leaving only trembling and disbelief.