Chapter 316 Wait and See

Eight large bombing airships were divided into two rows, and four small combat airships surrounded them on the sides as guards, speeding towards the Andes Mountains.

These are the assets accumulated recently by the Rhine Diocese. Except for the outer skin which is a solid high-end product, other parts have been saved as much as possible to reduce the cost as much as possible.

According to the intelligence we have, if we want to deal with the bat monsters controlled by the cultists on these airships, we will lose most of them.

At the end of the formation, there was another formation falling far away, and Flanders, Plimpton and others were also on one of the small airships.

Since these direct descendants of the McLean family appeared in the Rhine City Diocese, it means that they are also part of the war zone, so they are also brought along for this contact battle so that they can see the enemy's methods.

Now that we have an extra silver fighter, of course he must be put to use.

Feeling the slight vibration of the airship as it flew, Flanders sighed.

The formation in front is a bait. The soldiers on the airships don’t know their mission yet. If nothing unexpected happens, those people will die, clearing the way for the troops behind.

His eyes dimmed for a moment, but soon regained their firmness.

The war entered a strange stalemate, and Rhine City could no longer delay.

In urban areas that are not included in the protective magic circle, people infected by the evil god can often be found. Although the gray fog seems to be completely blocked from the light by the holy fire, a small part of it still infects the unprotected people through unknown channels.

The spiritual pollution brought by the gray fog has exceeded a certain threshold. If the cultists continue to invade, the situation will deteriorate rapidly.

"I used to think that I could do more after advancing to Silver, but I found that the advancement could only make my situation better. When faced with a disaster like the one now, I still feel a deep sense of powerlessness. Perhaps only by becoming a god can I protect more."

Purinton looked at the few strands of white hair on his uncle's forehead and said softly:

"When true misfortune strikes, even the gods will have to enter the game themselves, but they have more powerful means to protect themselves."

The uncle who left home in anger has not only become older, but also more sentimental.

No matter when, the person you can rely on and trust the most is yourself. You don't have the power to transcend now, so how can you talk about shelter?

He glanced out the window casually and said:

"Crown has many skills. He can even transform into a pair of wings and fly."

When he set out today, he was almost blinded when he saw the pair of rose-gold wings gleaming in the sun.

Strong men of the silver rank can use their own power to glide, but only the descendants of gods whose bloodline has returned to their ancestral lineage in the Church of the Lord of Storms can have the ability to fly.

He really couldn't think of what means the other party used to do it. Just based on this point, the other party was invincible in the battle, and it would be difficult to succeed even if a large number of people were dispatched to encircle and suppress them.

He couldn't beat him, but he could at least outrun him! Besides, the opponent's speed was so damn fast that he was drooling with envy.

Flanders turned around and asked: "Didn't you ask him last night?"

Uh, what are you asking? I’m being abused again. I’m too embarrassed to speak.

"He left in a hurry last night, and I completely forgot about it."

"Really?" The archbishop remained noncommittal and continued, "There's nothing you can't tell others about this."

Plimpton changed his sitting position and straightened up, and Eliza and Freya also pricked up their ears.

"Have you ever heard of a profession called a spirit master?"

Freya thought for a moment and asked uncertainly, "Spirit Master? I've heard of it. It's something the Warlock Brotherhood created. It can trap evil spirits in living people's bodies and can train ordinary people with no talent to become extraordinary people.

This method initially caused a huge sensation among the various forces on the mainland, but because the conversion success rate was not high and the sequelae were very strong, it seemed that there was no example of breaking through the third level, so it did not attract more attention. "

Eliza frowned slightly: "Could it be that Clown is also practicing as a spirit control master?!"

She unconsciously became nervous. Why should she try this ability with such serious side effects?

Flanders nodded slightly, revealing a relieved expression: "He has a special bloodline, and there are no sequelae at all."

Hearing this, the tension in Eliza's eyes relaxed and she leaned comfortably against the back of the seat.

As long as there are no sequelae, then everything is fine. She is still very confident about the church's testing in this regard.

Purinton lowered his voice: "Uncle, what bloodline is he from, do you have any guess?"

It was somewhat impolite to inquire about the origin of his bloodline in private, but he couldn't resist his curiosity.

'I used to think it was the bloodline of the Sun God, but after thinking about it carefully, I found that it was not the case. The method of the Moon Spirit Shield was actually similar to the magic of the Moon God. If you have to say it is a bloodline, it is actually like a combination of two gods.

It is hard to imagine that two completely different divine powers could appear harmoniously in one person, but the Sun God and the Moon God are hostile to each other, and the priests of the two gods are also like water and fire, so there is no possibility of their combination.'

Flanders thought a lot and finally decided to tell his initial guess:

"It has some implication of being the offspring of the Sun God, but not entirely. I haven't found the origin of the bloodline."

Purinton was silent for a few seconds, then changed the subject: "How are you going to fight the cultists this time? Excuse me, these gunpowder weapons are very useful against low-level transcendents, but they are a bit difficult to use against high-level transcendents.

Unless you can focus your attacks on a certain area, the enemy will have enough time to react and dodge."

Flanders was a little surprised that the other party actually cared about the war situation, which meant that the other party was already considering establishing a branch here.

He was secretly delighted that with the joining of a naturally close and powerful force, he would be able to get much more support.

The archbishop remained calm on the surface and explained: "Our initial plan was to wipe out the enemy's low-level forces. Without the support of a large number of low-level personnel, the high-level extraordinary people can be slowly worn away.

In addition, the enemy's war potential is no longer a concern, and time is truly on our side."

At this moment, Crown was flying at a very high altitude. While maintaining flight, he controlled the flow of qi and blood. The virtual image of the silver dragon behind him seemed to be swimming faster in the air.

If you have nothing to do, you can improve your proficiency by practicing it instead of wasting your time.

He couldn't help but think that if he had this drive in his previous life, he would have been doing much better than before even without the help of the golden wall.

It’s a pity that without the golden wall, I wouldn’t have the resilience I have now, and I wouldn’t be able to happily carry out the somewhat boring exercises.

Yes, boring.

When the novelty of things wears off, all that remains is boring persistence.

Fortunately, the golden wall allows him to see his progress at all times and see himself getting stronger little by little, otherwise he might not be able to hold on.

What, if I don't work hard, the evil god will kill me? If he wants to kill me, then so be it. Many people have this mentality. If they can't enjoy the beauty in life, they will slowly waste away and live a life of mediocrity.

As he practiced, he tried to figure out the rhythm of his breathing method, without getting impatient or anxious.

Because he knows very well that as long as he works hard, he can grind an iron rod into a needle. As long as he persists, there will be results and rewards.

It is true that hard work pays off, and that is why you can endure loneliness.

'This life depends entirely on your own efforts', this sentence is still correct in a way, because his 'deep blue' cannot be added.

The cultists' territory was getting closer and closer. Klauen stopped practicing the Savage Bone Breathing technique and swallowed two bottles of holy water to restore his strength.

"I am destined to be a hard worker. When the war is over, I will definitely train a few experts, and I will hide in the mansion and slowly gain experience in peace."

I can't guarantee the level of the Knight or Priest professions, but the level of the Spirit Master profession is guaranteed.

Thinking of this, he planned to squeeze out the potential of Del, Leah and Lorraine after he returned. Now that the two of them were no longer in danger of their lives hanging by a thread, they could not rest at ease.

If it was feasible, he would also give Melissa a chance to become a spirit master. If any of those who had followed him at first were lucky enough to advance to silver, he would be able to relax.

As for the dirty thought of worrying that his subordinates were too strong to be subdued, he didn't have that at all.

Even if you are a genius, you have to behave yourself in front of a cheater.

The vanguard has entered the reconnaissance range of the cultist camp, and Clown's eyes reveal complex emotions.

Most of these people probably don't know that they have become abandoned pawns in the battle and that no matter what the outcome of the war is, they will not survive.

In the eyes of the gods, are all the living beings on the earth just pawns?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Crown gently closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously to dispel the discomfort in his heart.

Without a better way to break the deadlock, and unwilling to risk attacking the enemy camp, he had no choice but to do this.

The cultists' camp also discovered the enemy, and a group of bat monsters rushed towards the vanguard troops like a large number of sparrows taking off from the wild.

These monsters have a certain level of intelligence, and there should be one similar to the King of Beasts, who also knows how to divide work and cooperate.

The monsters rushed towards their opponents in groups of twenty or thirty.

The combat airship opened fire first, relying on its own flexibility to fight desperately with the enemy.

But the bat monsters ignored the attacks of the combat airships. The large-caliber bullets shot the monsters to pieces but failed to kill them.

Not long after, the defensive formation of a large airship was broken, and then it caught fire violently. Some bombs loaded inside the airship that were used to deceive people exploded, and the airship was blown into pieces.

Due to their slow speed, the bait bombing airships were all shot down within more than ten minutes, and most of the bat beasts were also lost, with only about thirty or so left.

The real main force of the Rhine Diocese appeared on the battlefield, marching forward bravely amid the roar.

It was Crown's mission to swoop down from the sky and kill the remaining bat beasts. As long as these stumbling blocks were removed, the bombing formation would have no trouble moving forward.

This time they learned from their previous experience and fought during the day. The airship also flew much higher than before in order to guard against attacks from evil spirits.

Like dark creatures like vampires, evil spirits hate being exposed to the sun. Today is a good day with the sun shining brightly and plenty of light.

Clown had no intention of getting close to the enemy, as these creatures would self-destruct and their flesh and blood were highly spiritually contaminated.

Although these pollutions were nothing to him, how could he take the initiative to get close to him when he knew there was Xiang in front of him?

He first released bullet time, then his fingers moved like butterflies playing among the flowers, and he pinched the hand seals to release the Yangyan Jutsu.

The Yangyan Technique today is many times more powerful than when it was at the second stage. Balls of golden flames were seen coming out of his hands, and the sky was filled with golden light.

The speed of the Sunfire Technique was extremely fast, and with the assistance of dynamic vision and precise etiquette, the bat beasts that pounced on the airship had no way to avoid it.

The moment the golden flame exploded, part of the bat beast's body was blown into pieces. The remaining flame was like a shark that smelled blood, and the bat beast was ignited like a flammable torch.

These war machines created by evil spells wailed and fell from the sky.

One Yangyan Jutsu was enough to kill a bat beast. The remaining monsters in the sky were all killed before they could get close to the airship, without any one escaping.

Klauen clapped his hands and nodded slightly. One advantage of these low-level alchemical beasts is that they are smart and will not run away after a fight.

It is natural to be fierce when dealing with garbage troops. Ordinary people would be scared by such a life-threatening posture, but for him it saves the trouble of chasing them.

Somla narrowed his eyes and stared at the golden figure that was killing the bat beast, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Finally, it's time to settle our scores! I really want to taste the life source of a fifth-order transcendent."

"Great Witch Doctor, everything is ready. Do we need to go now?"

"Let's wait and see if the target gets closer. It won't matter if we lose some manpower in the camp.

If a fifth-order silver-level expert is killed, the offspring of the gods will surely be able to breed more children."

The target could fly, and Somla was afraid that if the enemy escaped, it would be difficult to catch him.

If he kills the enemy, he can also get a share of the spoils, which will greatly speed up his advancement to level five.

"Great witch doctor's trick."

Crown followed near the bombing airship. The enemy also had several Chimera troops, and he had to ensure the safety of these airships as much as possible.

At this flying altitude, it will not be covered by any magic circle.

The airship arrived above the cultist camp but was not intercepted by the enemy Chimera troops.

What tricks were they planning? Crown became alert and searched the enemy's camp carefully.

After the airship arrived at the designated location, it began to hover, and the bombs were arranged like a string of beads in the air and fell down.

The goal of this trip is to use the strongest firepower to turn this place into a scorched earth, and to blow into dust all the magic arrays hidden in every inch of the bombed land.

Some magic arrays have very strong defenses, but they also have limits on how much they can carry.

Somla saw the enemy's flying units begin to attack and ordered, "You can start now."

"Yes, sir." The accompanying silver warrior and two witch doctors left quickly.

Clown did not find the enemy responding to the bombing, nor did he receive any warning from his seventh sense. He was suspicious: "Am I overthinking? It's not the nature of these cultists to just take a beating without resisting. I always feel something is wrong."

He spread out his spiritual sense, and the soul light of a fifth-level transcendent was like an expanding spider web, investigating the surrounding situation.

Normally, a silver-level soul light would be quickly burned if exposed to sunlight.

But Crown's soul light originally possessed some properties of solar spiritual power, so it was not afraid of the heat emitted by the sun at this moment. Bathed in the sunlight, the soul light felt like a fish in water and was very comfortable.

Several small airships were hovering in the distance. Purinton observed the battlefield through a telescope and said, "These cultists have two-headed chimeras. Why don't they resist? Is there a trick?"

Flanders was also somewhat confused, but he had not yet sensed any danger. It would be too frivolous to withdraw his troops just because he felt something was wrong, so he decided to wait and see.

(End of this chapter)