Kashus, the god of fire element, bestows every Ori warrior with a fire weapon that can only burn the enemy. ◇↓◇↓Novel.￥f
Guramba, the god of the earth element, bestows upon each warrior solid earth armor and the magical power to ignore the weight of the armor as long as he stands on the earth.
Arkady, the god of wind element, makes their bodies lighter and more agile.
Mishakai, the god of light and healing, gave them the magic to heal themselves even if they were injured.
Compared to the Ori army, which is armed to the teeth with divine power, the Celtic army is simply a beggar army.
Even so, the Celtic warriors had their reasons for having to fight.
Despite their disadvantage, their gods are still watching them from behind. The seriousness of the world being annexed and civilization being destroyed reminds them all the time of the importance of resistance.
"Slings! Ballistas! Get ready!" the messengers who rode past at high speed shouted rudely, and the shouts spread among the Celtic army.
When you see that the enemy is 500 meters away from you, normally, this is correct.
In this day and age, a light catapult filled with gravel would be pretty good if it could throw the stones hundreds of meters.
As for bows and arrows, except for special longbowmen, no one can shoot a bow and arrow a hundred meters away on flat ground without magical power.
But the other party was too fast.
"Catapults... no! Archers! Prepare! No, no, no spears! Shields!" The messy command orders made the soldiers completely confused.
But this is not because the Celtic commander is too incompetent, but because the Ori army is too fast and inhumane.
At first, I thought that even the catapults might not be within reach. In the blink of an eye, we were about to enter the range of bows and arrows. Later, the bows and arrows were too close, and it was almost the distance for the pike team to face the impact.
This speed has completely exceeded the impact speed of the cavalry.
The next moment, endless darkness poured into the officer's consciousness, as if he was falling from the solid earth into a bottomless abyss of terror. He only felt that his body was light and light, and his vision was constantly rotating.
At the end of his life, he saw those terrifying figures in his vision, running rampant in the phalanx formed by his men. The long sword in his hand was like cutting butter, cutting the bodies of his men into countless pieces, including the armor.
The proud Celtic military formation was instantly cut to pieces.
Four defense layers in a row, not to mention achieving the purpose of consumption, could not even achieve a slight delay. The entire Celtic Supreme Temple was quiet, and could not feel the slightest warmth.
They can't be on the offensive side.
The opponent gave them the advantage of the land, but the defense was still not good. When the fight started, it didn't feel like it. Once the fight started, it didn't look like the so-called decisive battle described. It was more like an asymmetrical crushing. The only thing they could do was to pray to the opponent.
When will their suffering end?
Suddenly, Dagoda discovered that the god of shadows, Kassaki, was carrying a spear carelessly and walking slowly outside the temple.
"where you go?"
Skarsage yawned and answered Dagoda without looking back: "Frontline."
"This is different from the plan I made before."
Skarsage said frivolously: "Hey, if I don't go, your defense line will be penetrated by the enemy for eight layers in one breath. Doesn't it matter?" With only one layer left, the enemy will penetrate the entire defense line.
' and 'The enemy can only penetrate the first four floors', those are two completely different concepts."
"You..." Dagoda was about to have a fit when suddenly a slender but powerful woman's palm pressed on the back of his hand.
"Skasage is right!" If it were another god, Dagoda might have slapped him, but this heroic goddess is different. She is Dagoda's lover, the Celtic war goddess Mo
Regan.
His long black hair was neatly tied back and suppressed by his helmet. The gleaming spikes on his shoulders exuded an invisible force. The simple half-body armor was full of slashes from swords, but every trace was different.
Deep, it was obvious that after being hit, Morrigan used her superb skills to dodge the fatal armor-piercing blow at the critical moment.
On the lower body, in addition to the leg armor on the front, Morrigan's long and toned legs can be seen from the side and rear, which clearly contain explosive power.
At this moment, Morrigan's sharp eyes were staring at Skarsage, the sharp goddess who had been suppressing her for countless years.
Suddenly sighing, Morrigan had to admit that Skarsage was more accurate than her in judging the situation.
"Let's fight decisively. Otherwise, if this continues, morale will collapse before you deploy all your troops."
Dagoda was hesitant. If the entire army pressed forward now, it would be like a slap in the face. This would be equivalent to telling his subordinates that all his arrangements for seven days were in vain.
At this moment, an accident changed his mind.
The branches of the World Tree suddenly made a heart-wrenching sound, like the sound of a rusted piece of metal being forcibly bent, which would sound unpleasant to anyone.
The next second, each of the nine worlds located on both sides of the offense and defense suddenly discovered that the position of their own world had changed.
It's like being at two ends of a scale, but the Celtic world cluster is sinking and the Ori world cluster is rising.
The expressions of the three gods Dagoda, Balor, and Nuada suddenly changed. The World Tree is actually draining the power of the defenders!?
He immediately looked over with his divine vision. On the battlefield that was not yet over, all the divine power bestowed upon the Ori warriors had increased. It was not that the Ori gods had increased their support for their subordinates, but that the World Tree had enhanced all the power.
The power of the laws of the Ori gods.
What is going on!?
Skarsage curled his lips: "You don't understand this? It's not that we still have five levels to break through. But we have already lost 0 to 4!"
"What? How could there be such a law!?" A powerful god below Dagoda cried out.
Skarsage said with disdain: "Idiot! The most indispensable thing on the battlefield is variables. It is not uncommon for the referee and his allies to suddenly become your enemies. What's more, Yggdrasil never said that it would not happen if the position was lost.
Punishment?"
Dagoda's side is dark.
Too careless!
I am accustomed to using strategies as much as possible and using lower costs to win victory, but I have forgotten the two concepts of courage and variability.
Fortunately, it's not too late!
Dagoda suddenly stood up from the throne, raised the staff high, and swiped it horizontally. His powerful voice sounded throughout the divine realm: "We can't wait any longer! If we wait any longer, we will die! All the troops attack."
As if in response to Dagoda's courage to give it a try, the shape of the world's branches as a defender changed once again.
The ninth floor where the Dagoda's direct-administered Blazing Gods and Astral Apostles' troops suddenly moved forward and became a defensive zone at the forefront.
The remaining four defense areas are surrounded by a fan shape behind the ninth layer in accordance with the pattern of each of the four world gods controlling one realm. (To be continued.)