The huge human fleet stopped in the sea more than 3,000 miles away from its destination, with nine transport ships arranged in a square as the core, and more than 50 temporarily modified escort ships forming a circle around 30 miles away. Then, melodious
A simple long chant resounded across the sea, and a huge golden magic barrier slowly rose from the waves, gradually overflowing over the fleet, and finally closed above the head.
This is a multiple protective barrier. It is a new magic that combines the advantages of ancient magic and the magic of the Hillel generation. Its protective power is very strong. During the experiment, not even one of the four gods could break it in a short time. As the fleet itself
The protective method is perfect. But it also has the disadvantages of other protective magics, such as long startup time, extremely high energy consumption, and cannot be moved.
At the center of the magic circle, nine transport ships anchored. They were all huge double hulls with straight decks, and had more than a dozen levels of portholes on the sea. They looked like majestic palaces rather than ships. No.
After a while, the upper decks of each transport ship had been cleared completely, and even the masts had been lowered and stowed away. They were all flat and wide, like a rectangular racecourse.
After the sailors retreated, the magicians came out. They compared the drawings and drew patterns on the deck. Others held various magic-resistant metals, energy-gathering crystals, purified star sand, and even Warcraft crystal cores.
The key parts of the materials were installed under the command of the magician. This was a meticulous job. They worked for more than an hour to complete the drawing of the magic circle on the deck.
Pure light flashed, a halo filled the air, the runes rippled, and the magic circle began to operate!
Group after group of soldiers came out continuously. Under the command of the officers, these soldiers who had just been transported spread their flying wings on the side and flew to the eight surrounding transport ships to receive their own equipment and orders.
.The teleportation magic circle is used in war. This has been the dream of many people for many years. Now it has finally come true in the war against false gods!
But the magic crystals that are constantly losing their light around the magic circle remind people how luxurious this is. People who are not rich enough should not play it as soon as possible. This transport ship equipped with a teleportation magic circle was urgently modified.
Ezbia's current financial, material and manpower resources can only equip one ship.
The other eight surrounding transport ships are assigned to the names of the eight crusade legions, and they carry the materials and logistics personnel required for each legion's operations. Because in the view of the Sibia military, the fact that the army has been infused with capabilities does not mean that
There is no need for logistics when fighting a war, and any factors that may lead to failure must be avoided as much as possible.
The number of these eight legions ranges from 10,000 to 1,000, and their numbers are also the simplest numbers. This is not because there is no good name for them, but it is carried out according to convention - the name of the legion is a title, and it is an honor.
, usually linked to meritorious service in the first battle. The crusade legion was formed under abnormal conditions and did not develop directly from the old legion. Therefore, it is still a blank sheet of paper in terms of honor. Naturally, there are no such things as "Rock" and "Fire".
”, names like “catastrophe”.
Do you want a name? Yes, you can get it yourself!
When did Sibia's soldiers surrender to mediocrity? Let alone these soldiers who were selected to guard the city! Therefore, everyone from top to bottom in each legion held their breath, preparing to make a good start with the false god.
As for the enemy's unpredictability, it is up to the commander to worry about this kind of thing, not the soldiers' turn at all.
The high morale of the crusade army puzzled the returnees who had just finished their quarrel. Why do ordinary soldiers have the momentum of being fierce and courageous, while the generals seem to be petty and careless?
The chosen one, His Highness Cohen, is really a weirdo. He would rather spend a huge amount of magic materials than let these soldiers set off with the fleet and teleport them around. What a waste of time! If he leads the troops himself, this period of time will be wasted.
Is it enough time to go back and forth on Paradise and Hell Island?
Seeing the doubtful expressions of the returnees, the Sibia generals felt contempt in their hearts. Although no one showed it, no one revealed the deeper meaning of these arrangements...
Now teach these people to be smart, so that they can fight against you in the future? Let them watch the war, which is already an extra mercy of the commander. However, the commander's generosity only goes so far. The returner leaders have been transferred to several medium-sized ships
On the transport ship, we went to prepare for the attack.
The slender command ship at the rear of the fleet with a towering first floor, let alone a visit, the returnees didn't even touch its sides - it was the centerpiece of the crusade and the birthplace of countless new tactics.
In the command room on the first floor of the command ship, the operational staff officer from the crusade army headquarters inspected the phantom sand table and communication pipes for the last time, and ran to the upper review platform in high spirits. He stood still and solemnly saluted Cohen: "Report
Sir! The first to eighth legions have finished dressing! The reconnaissance ship has arrived at the location!"
In fact, he didn't have to go to Cohen to report. It was faster to communicate with consciousness at this distance, but it was difficult to change the habits that soldiers had developed over a long period of time. Not only him, but no one in Sbia could complete the role change in a short period of time.
Of course, no one knows whether Cohen has perfected his mentality... At this time, everyone can only see Cohen leaning on the railing with a relaxed expression, looking like he has no pressure.
"What do you think?" Cohen first turned around and saluted the combat staff, then looked at Fichet beside him, "How about fighting now?"
"I can't choose the day." Fichet replied seriously, "It's up to you to do it!"
"You have a psychological shadow. Let me help you out." Cohen sighed, and when he turned his head, his expression became very cautious, "Let's get started!"
"Understood!" the combat staff responded, rushing down to the command room and shouting: "Execute the battle plan, start!"
The will of war was transmitted instantly, and every ship and even everyone was informed of the order to start the war immediately. At this moment, everyone's emotions burst out violently, reaching a critical point - the first battle, which was to defeat the false god.
The first battle order!
Under the large command room, there are three relatively independent service command and dispatch rooms, each staffed by three powerful generals. Among them, Moya is responsible for overall defense, Haiert is responsible for comprehensive attack, and Marfa is responsible for reconnaissance and special war situation handling.
How this battle starts and whether they can take the lead depends largely on their division of labor and cooperation.
By the way, three days ago, these three military ranks were promoted to marshal like Carlos. This is probably the most valuable marshal in the history of Bis continent.
The first one to take action was Mafa - the blood lord stared at the phantom sand table in front of him with cold eyes. The more than a dozen phantom sand tables on the command ship were linked, but now, all the sand tables were blank. In front of the fleet
Hundreds of miles away, there were twenty small reconnaissance ships lined up on a horizontal plane of nearly a thousand miles at intervals of fifty miles, preparing to fill it with intelligence.
"I am Mafa, and I order the first echelon of reconnaissance ships to take action!"
The bow decks of twenty reconnaissance ships slid open at the same time, revealing a huge hollow metal barrel. The black hole was facing the general direction of the target. The smooth surfaces inside and outside were carved with complex runes and lines - in the airflow
Amidst the roaring sound, a bright light flashed, and then the ship shook violently, and a huge light group visible to the naked eye spurted out from the bow of the ship and flew forward!
Its power is so powerful that even the roaring bullets of the dragon clan cannot match it.
The sea surface directly in front of the reconnaissance ship collapsed immediately, and a large amount of seawater was instantly shaken into aerosol and flew up! This is not the most terrifying thing. As the light ball continues to fly past, its power digs out the path of the reconnaissance ship.
There was a deep and wide "rift valley", and the surrounding seawater had no time to backfill it. All the unprepared reconnaissance ships fell into this pit, and they were in a hurry for a while!
If the hull is not long enough and the sailors' reaction is not fast enough, these reconnaissance ships will become submarines. This is not possible! The transmitting frequency must be guaranteed. This is the death order received by the reconnaissance ships!
Abnormalities that did not appear in the drill were immediately reported to the command ship. Admiral Sande, the calm and calm Navy Commander, played a role. His feedback was only eight words: "Retract the sails and lower the oars. Improvement is retreat!"
A very simple method solved the problem. Soon, the reconnaissance ship adjusted and launched the second wave. Only then did the scouts have time to observe their masterpiece. The light group was extremely fast and flew in an instant.
A hundred miles away, it gradually became transparent and spread in size, but its power did not fade away. The mist aroused by it expanded rapidly. By the time it flew five hundred miles away, the twenty light balls had gradually
Connected together, they finally formed a hurricane with a thousand arms that swept across the sea!
No matter how you look at it, this thing is not magic for reconnaissance, but it is exactly that... because those who defend Paradise and Hell Island are not mortals either.
It didn't take long for this hurricane to cross the sea surface of more than 2,000 miles, like a rolling white dust storm, rushing towards the paradise and hell island with overwhelming force!
The entire sea surface was trembling, and the misty mist was rolled up and pushed away - the extremely vigilant Paradise Hell Island has activated the magic circle, but the guards are still a little uneasy because no one knows what is coming. It is said that it is
It's a physical attack. It contains a lot of magic elements. It's a magic attack. This kind of intensity obviously cannot cause damage.
When it flew here, the light ball had turned into a light curtain, like a palm with open fingers, slapping hard on the protective magic array.
"Rumble..." Amidst the loud noise, magic elements exploded on the defensive barrier!
The momentum was astonishing, but it had no destructive effect. However, an accident occurred. Most of the defenders of the false god were drenched by the flying water vapor, and while they were being drenched, the defenders of the island were clearly aware of it.
, a powerful consciousness passed through their bodies... In a daze, they didn't know what was going on. Is this a humiliation before the war?
In fact, at least this is not a deliberate act of humiliation.
Because on the phantom sand table of the Sibia command ship, the light curtain is displayed as a line, and its only function is to feed back all the obstacles encountered along the way, including ships and islands on the sea, birds and monsters in the sky, and monsters under the sea.
Schools of fish, reefs, and even human-sized objects can be faithfully reflected.
The terrain and biological situation from the reconnaissance ship to Paradise and Hell Island, and even most of the Paradise and Hell Island, are clearly drawn in the sand table. The reason why it is most of it is because consciousness cannot penetrate the peaks of the island.
, let alone the palace of the pseudo-god king. In fact, in the continuous explosions, the consciousness was shaken far away from the palace, and it was impossible to take a step beyond the thunder pool.
But this is enough. An experienced commander can find important defense nodes from the general terrain, because magic is ever-changing. Even if they are false gods, they must follow some basic rules when deploying defenses.
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When waves of images were refreshed in the phantom sand table, the cabin of the command ship was filled with the sound of breathing. No one thought that magic and perception could be used in this way, and the effect would be so good - Cohen Kay
How does Da's head grow? He can always grasp the key to the problem and has unheard of breakthrough methods.
"Well done." The Blood Lord nodded and continued to issue orders, "Keep it up and complete at least one cycle!"
In order to ensure the accuracy of the strike, each reconnaissance ship in the front is equipped with ten groups of magicians. In each wave of launches, there will be a group of magicians casting spells in the magic circle, and they output magic power without hesitation.
, try to maintain the perceptual connection between yourself and the light ball, so as to provide uninterrupted real-time information for the command ship's sand table.
One cycle is ten times, which is actually the limit of the forward reconnaissance ship. Continuous firing caused more than half of the magic circle to collapse, and the magician's magic power was also exhausted.
"The first echelon of reconnaissance ships retreated, repaired the magic array, and released the scouts." Mafa was very satisfied with the performance of his men. "The next step is Haiert's business!"
"No problem!" Haiert's reply came from the cabin next door, "Leave it to me, don't worry!"
After positioning, the next step is of course a blow, a ruthless blow.
"The First Independent Regiment takes off, use all its strength, and the Second Independent Regiment is ready to take over - I only want the intensity, not precise aiming!" Haiert sat by the huge porthole, tapping his thigh with the marshal's staff, "Hit
Just get to the protective barrier!"
"Understood, start attacking!" This arrangement of heralds is no longer necessary. They are now transformed into coordinators with supervisory functions.
The independent regiments are all composed of returnees. Most of them are not familiar with and do not value Sibia's military laws. Naturally, it is difficult for them to meet Sibia's standards. Someone must constantly remind and correct them so that they can accurately complete tactical actions.
However, because they are returnees, they have a natural advantage in violence, and they don't need to do any motivation and mobilization. As soon as they take action, they surprise the Sibian people. After being old people for so many years, the returners are very angry.
Very prosperous.
The sun, which was still pretty good, dimmed on the spot, because it was replaced by a stronger light source - high in the sky, a huge firebird was born from the spiral light group, with a wingspan of more than ten miles, and the tips of its feathers were transparent, but emitted
When the heat reaches the sea surface, it can also scorch people's hair.
Then with a long cry, it rushed straight towards the paradise and hell island. In people's field of vision, the firebird only left a dazzling red light mark! Everyone watched the firebird disappear, silently counting the time - red!
A large ball of red light burst out in the direction of Paradise and Hell Island, and then rolled upwards, as if the entire sky was burning, even the clouds and mist were no exception.
Many people immediately put aside their contempt for the returnees in their hearts.
"The second echelon of the reconnaissance ship is dispatched, emergency launch!" Who is the Blood Lord? He gave the order when the Firebird just appeared, "Test the effect of the strike."
Before the second wave of reconnaissance ships could take action, the second independent regiment rushed into the sky. Rather than taking over the first regiment, they might as well steal their limelight. The attack of the second regiment was not of fire attribute.
It was water - amid the loud chanting, the sea surface in front of the fleet rippled, and a wave gradually formed and moved forward in the shape of a sharp cone.
Amidst the scolding of the herald, the pointed wave made a small turn to avoid the scout ship on the sea.
The head of the surge was not very thick, and there was no sign of expansion, but the tail end was getting bigger and bigger. When it passed the reconnaissance ship, it had expanded to a range of ten miles, and there was ice on the head. It looked like
The ice pick sliding on the water surface is getting faster and faster - it is not difficult to imagine what a terrifying blow it will be when it reaches the paradise and hell island!
Perhaps because of the almost accidental damage, the reaction speed of the reconnaissance ships has also improved, and the reconnaissance magic they launched arrived almost at the same time as the ice cones.
At that time, the flames above the island had not completely disappeared, and the heat could even be transferred to the phantom sand table. Then, the ice cone hit the island's protective magic circle.
Then, this thing exploded!
The entire protective barrier shook violently, creating a huge concavity at the impact point, and wrinkle-like ripples covered the surface of the barrier. Under the refresh of the third wave of reconnaissance magic, everyone saw a floating island quickly approaching the explosion site, seemingly using
Somehow the protective barrier is stabilized.
"Effective!" Haiert nodded, with a sharp light shooting out of his eyes, "This attack has obviously exceeded the self-adjustment ability of the protective magic. Each independent group took turns to attack me. If anyone accidentally damages the scout ship in front, please report it to me.
See!"
Thirty-six independent regiments took turns to go into battle, and all tribes invariably took out their trump cards and bombed the paradise and hell islands regardless of the cost. During each attack, the reconnaissance ship would use one or two waves of reconnaissance magic to test the effectiveness.
Therefore, the effect of the island being attacked is reflected almost immediately.
It has to be said that the returnees who have recovered their abilities are really enough for the false gods to drink from.
Although there is nothing serious about the flying wing-shaped main island, the surrounding Pearl Chain Islands have been completely destroyed. Some were completely incinerated, some were split in half, and some were smashed into the seabed alive. The first layer, the second layer
, the third layer of protective barrier has been smashed into pieces, and the protective range has been retracted to twenty miles from the coast. This is already a very unsafe critical point!
The Second Independent Regiment was angry after being reprimanded. They shamelessly ran to the side and secretly placed an ice pick. Because they were venting their anger, the ice pick was particularly large. After the explosion, the head directly penetrated the protective barrier.
A hole nearly twenty miles deep was made on the north side of the main island, and the gap was like a harbor.
With a "bang" sound, Cohen opened a bottle of red wine, pretended to smell it, and then poured Fichet a glass.
"The effect is remarkable." Fichet looked at the changes in the phantom sand table, "How long will this attack last?"
"It doesn't matter, why don't we beat him for three days and three nights first." Cohen threw the words to him lightly, then turned to the guard who brought him the wine and said: "What's your name?"
"Xingyue." The elf guard lowered his head and replied.
"Xingyue." Cohen asked, "Have you ever hit anyone?"
"Fought." The elf nodded.
"Have you ever killed anyone?"
"Killed." The elf continued to nod.
"Do you know what race the Second Independent Regiment is?"
"I know." The elf replied, "The second independent group is the returning elves."
"Then, now you take my whip to the Second Independent Regiment, and each leader from top to bottom will get two hundred." Cohen picked up his wine glass and said in a relaxed and calm tone, "Anyone who is not convinced will be beaten to death." (Unfinished)