Chapter 147 The last time, really the last time.....
On the border between the Kingdom of Orpheus and the Kingdom of Freis, on a huge plain surrounded by mountain peaks, nearly fifty-five troops of the Kingdom of Orpheus were lined up here. The military camps stretching for dozens of miles exuded a murderous atmosphere that reached the sky.
Outside the barracks, soldiers covered in silver-white armor stared at the opposite side of the plain, where the barracks of the Kingdom of Orpheus were arranged neatly. A large number of soldiers in black armor patrolled silently, raising their heads from time to time.
He started to look towards the opposite side, and a pair of bloodthirsty eyes were revealed in the dark helmet.
At this time, in the large tent of the Orpheus Kingdom's military camp, all the commanders sat together and spread out a huge map in front of them.
"Have the magic weapons arrived at the designated location?"
The army commander pointed to a place on the map and looked at the people in front of him and asked.
"Report! All magic weapons have arrived at the designated location, and the entire battlefield is within attack range!"
The person below quickly stood up straight, puffed out his chest and answered loudly.
"Well! In that case, we will mobilize an army of 100,000 people tomorrow morning to lead the enemy into the ambush range. After the magic weapon bombing, the army will move out and directly defeat the opposite Kingdom of Fres!"
When the commander-in-chief of the army heard the answer below, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his iron-blooded face, and he turned to look in the direction of the Freis Kingdom army.
"yes!"
Many commanders below responded in unison. As for the order of the 100,000 troops mobilized as bait, no one objected. The one present did not climb to this position on white bones.
As long as they can win the war, let alone 100,000 people, they will be willing to destroy half of the entire army as long as they can win the war.
Inside the tent, a shadow swayed in a corner. For a second, on the top of the mountain behind the Ophis military camp, Lu Qiming walked out of the shadow of a big tree and looked at the two military camps below, where the atmosphere of the two countries was getting more and more serious.
The commanders-in-chief of both sides have decided to start the decisive battle directly when the sun rises tomorrow morning. According to Lu Qiming's observations in the past few days, both sides have various powerful weapons and trump cards. However, except for a few soldiers and commanders who have mastered magic in the military camp,
The rest of the soldiers are just ordinary people who are strong and well-trained.
As for the magister troops, they didn't show up at all.
"I remember that it was in the middle of the Second Trade War that both sides allowed the Magister to join the war."
Lu Qiming was leaning on the tree trunk with a faint smile on his lips. In the original book, Mavis was the sorcerer who joined the war in the middle of the war. During this time, his top military talents were recognized by everyone and he won the title of 'Fairy Strategist'.
"Mavis, your title of 'Fairy Strategist' is gone this time!"
Early the next morning, when the sun had just risen, the earth began to shake. The surrounding animals began to discuss this place crazily. The murderous aura in the sky shattered the white clouds in the sky, and the air began to become thicker.
'Boom! Boom! Boom!'
The flag blocked the sky, and the Freis Kingdom army on the opposite side, covered in black armor, was like a dark abyss, swallowing everything in the way.
"Army attack!"
"kill!"
In front of the armies of both sides, the commanders-in-chief of the two countries waved their hands, and the soldiers behind them raised their heads and looked at the opposite side with blood-red eyes, pouring out like a tide.
Countless arrows shot through the sky, and the soldiers roared loudly. Soldiers from both sides, black and white, intertwined. The snow-white blades lit up, and a large amount of blood flew into the sky. The emerald green plain was instantly dyed blood red.
The soldiers fell like ears of rice.
A large number of fallen soldiers on the ground looked helplessly at the weapons that fell in front of them. Bloody red blood continued to flow out from the wounds, and the sounds of killing and killing were constantly heard in their ears.
Blood flowed out like a stream on the battlefield, dyeing the river not far away red.
Behind the battlefield, the commander-in-chief of the Orpheus Kingdom's army calmly looked at the soldiers who were falling at the front of the battlefield. A trace of unbearability flashed in his brown pupils and he became extremely determined in the next second.
"Prepare magic weapons and target the center of the battlefield!"
"yes!"
A commander took the order and turned around and ran towards the rear. Over there, thousands of magic weapons were arranged in sequence, as if the terrifying magic power was gathering crazily on the thick and long muzzles.
"Target battlefield center, launch!"
Boom boom boom...
Purple light instantly illuminated the sky, and purple magic cannons roared towards the center of the battlefield with a breath of destruction, illuminating the faces of the terrified soldiers below.
"Fuck! This lunatic Odlon has one hundred thousand soldiers, how dare he!"
The commander-in-chief of the Freis Kingdom army looked at the magic cannon in front of him that had flown to the center of the battlefield in disbelief. He knew that he lost this time.
"The whole army retreats...wait what is that!"
The commander-in-chief of Freis Kingdom, who was about to order a retreat, suddenly froze on the spot, looking at the figure who suddenly appeared in the sky above the center of the battlefield and was wrapped in blood-red mist.
In the center of the battlefield, Lu Qiming raised his head and looked at thousands of magic cannons flying towards him. He waved his murderous fist lightly. In everyone's shocked eyes, the purple magic cannon was instantly shattered, exploding into purple dots like fireworks.
Spots of light covered the entire sky.
"You're really blown away. What will happen to my mission index?"
Lu Qiming murmured and looked at the millions of people on the plain below. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised and the golden light in his eyes began to flash. What a great harvest!
"Who is that?"
Behind the Orpheus Kingdom army, the commander-in-chief looked at the magic cannon destroyed by Lu Qiming, pulled a commander beside him and asked.
"The commander-in-chief...the subordinates don't know either..."
The commander with a long scar on his face was also aggrieved. Seeing that his plan was about to succeed, who knew a magician would appear halfway through!
"Tsk!"
The commander-in-chief let go of the Scar Commander in his hand, turned his head and stared at the figure in mid-air at the center of the war.
In the center of the battlefield, Lu Qiming noticed the gaze of the Commander-in-Chief of the Kingdom of Orpheus, turned his head and smiled gently at him, but the smile that was now covered in murderous aura seemed to the Commander-in-Chief to be full of ridicule.
"Go! Aim all the magical weapons at that guy and kill him for me!"
"yes!"
A commander quickly turned around and was about to run towards the rear, when suddenly a golden holy light shone on him.
"The hope of Fairy Tail Guild!"
The commander slowly turned his head and looked at the figure with a golden sun above his head, and said subconsciously while stunned.
"Apocalypse!"
Suddenly, a faint voice resounded over the battlefield, and the golden sun above Lu Qiming's head flew high and its light swelled.
All the injured soldiers on the plain looked at their wounds, and their flesh and blood began to squirm crazily as the wounds healed. Then the nearly dead soldiers on the ground got up one after another, reaching out and touching their throats or hearts. The original wounds had disappeared, leaving only spots.
Bloodstains proved it had been there.
"I...I'm not dead?"
A soldier touched his neck, which had been chopped off in half by the guy across from him, and raised his head while murmuring.
Under a golden sun, a black-haired boy whose whole body was wrapped in blood-red mist looked down with a smile on his face.
"It was Mr. Hope who saved me!"
Excited voices echoed in the quiet battlefield, and all the soldiers who had just recovered raised their heads and looked up.
Sky-shaking cheers rang out. Only after experiencing death did they realize how fragile they were and how they didn't want to die...
The next second, they noticed that Lu Qiming was laughing in mid-air. They thought he was responding to them and others. Just as they were about to continue cheering, their eyes suddenly went dark. After a few seconds, everyone's eyes lit up again.
In mid-air, Lu Qiming watched as the mission index on the system panel soared to 1.15 million again. He couldn't help but move his fingers. The murderous aura that had enveloped the entire battlefield began to surge again.
The soldiers from the two countries who had just lit up in front of everyone below found that the scenery in front of them had changed to blood-colored mist and enveloped the surroundings. The pungent smell of blood and the wails of the dead were constantly impacting their hearts.
Suddenly everyone's eyes went dark again, and then they found themselves lying on the spot. Before they could understand what happened, it went dark again...
Half an hour later, the millions of soldiers below had closed their eyes like salted fish. They were lying on the ground with their knives thrown aside. Who knows how they survived the past half hour.
His eyes kept going dark and bright, and the body that had just climbed up fell flat again the next second. Even Orpheus Commander Odron, who had originally shouted to blast Lu Qiming, was lying on the ground helplessly.
"What on earth is this guy doing? Isn't he the wizard of Fairy Tail in the Kingdom of Orpheus?"
In the sky, Lu Qiming suppressed his trembling fingers and couldn't help but grin widely.
"The last time...really the last time...how about getting enough 100 million..."
At this time, the highest mission index on the light blue panel had increased from 20 million before the war started to 89 million, and even the [Apocalypse] profession had been upgraded to level 69.
Originally, Lu Qiming planned to use the people below to brush up ten times and then run away, but 'Apocalypse' is so convenient to brush up the mission index and experience!
As soon as he thought about it, the people below him were about to die on the spot, and were perfectly healed in the next second. As for the initial murderous aura, Lu Qiming found after using it twice that it caused too much damage to the hearts of everyone below, so he chose a gentler and more convenient method.
After another ten minutes, Lu Qiming looked at the panel and then at the people below, smacked his lips and took back the 'Apocalypse', turning it into light and flying towards the distance.
The people below who were about to continue lying down found that the darkness was no longer in front of them. They tentatively got up and found that they did not raise their heads to look up after falling down. The golden sun and the black-haired boy above their heads had disappeared.
"So should we fight now?"
A leader of the Kingdom of Orpheus slowly walked up to the commander-in-chief and asked cautiously.
"Fight? How to fight? Halfway through the fight, the guy jumped out and continued to lie down?"
Commander-in-Chief Odron looked helplessly at the battlefield in front of him. He had fought countless wars in his life and this was the first time he encountered such a strange thing.
"Order the whole family to retreat, and then report everything that happened this time to the King to see how he makes a decision."
After saying that, Odron turned around and walked towards the military camp in the distance. I believe the guy opposite also knew what to do in this situation.
Sure enough, after a while, soldiers from both sides began to evacuate in an orderly manner in the center of the battlefield, but all the soldiers had smiles on their faces... This time the retreat did not involve carrying the bodies of dead comrades or having to be carried back by others.