"They're moving! They're moving again!"
Redel, who was paying close attention to the battlefield, was the first to notice the enemy's movements. The army in front, which was originally in chaos, actually gathered again. Thousands of shield soldiers formed neat rows, like a solid city wall, and slowly advanced forward.
A continuous rain of arrows flew over again.
Immediately afterwards, a melodious hymn resounded across the battlefield.
"It seems that these bishops are not giving up and are preparing to do something new!" Lin En couldn't help but frowned.
From the information he had obtained, the cardinal should still be in the royal capital. Only a few ordinary bishops and a whole group of priests came with the army this time. However, they did not seem that easy to deal with. The powerful magic that covered the entire place just now gave us some clues.
Lin En guessed that it should be some kind of magic that could enhance fighting spirit, otherwise at the moment when the artillery fire sounded and the muskets fired in unison, the horses under the cavalry would have been frightened and run around.
However, it was obviously not easy to use a more powerful force. The previous hymn lasted for more than half a minute...
"We must not let them use it again!" Lin En said with a serious face. Gao Huan's magic and divine arts are completely capable of determining the outcome of a local war.
Except for the 3,000 musketeers who are relatively well-trained, the rest are just refugees. Once attacked, they are likely to collapse on a large scale, which will affect the performance of the musketeers.
"Do we need to mobilize the gunners to concentrate their firepower?" Philip asked.
"No, let them focus on those longbowmen." Lin En shook his head. The number of artillery pieces was limited, and those longbowmen were the only few forces that could threaten the musketeers.
"Does that mean we're going to use that?" Orlando said in surprise.
"It's a good opportunity to try out its power." Lin En nodded, then a fireball condensed in his right hand and sent it into the sky.
At the same time, hundreds of meters in the sky, seventy airships were hovering above the battlefield.
On the leading largest airship, Lydia was lying on the edge of the cockpit, observing the battle situation below with the help of a telescope. When she saw the charging cavalry brigade falling in rows like wheat being cut, she couldn't help but curl her lips.
"What's the situation?" A group of halflings asked eagerly. This alchemical telescope was still a new gadget, and each airship was only equipped with one, so they could only wait for Lydia to report the battle situation.
"These people are too weak, they are all scared out of their wits..." Lydia said rather depressedly, which meant that the new gadgets they prepared might not be of any use.
Darren rolled his eyes. He had personally witnessed the power of artillery. Anyone facing this thing would be scared to death.
Suddenly, a burst of fire shot up into the sky, interrupting the conversation of several people, and a brilliant spark exploded behind the airship.
Lydia's expression immediately became extremely excited. This was the signal that Lynn and they agreed upon.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry... I'll do it myself!" Lydia jumped down from the stool, ran quickly to the driving seat, pulled the joystick, and flew the airship over the priests.
Darren and others brought a cannonball the size of a human head, stuffed it into the drum, and it quickly fell into the cabin at the bottom through the pipe.
"Fire!" Lydia shouted loudly and slammed her hand hard on the button.
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On the other side, Grand Duke Rickman was directing his troops to put pressure on the enemy to prevent them from directing all their firepower here.
The sound of artillery fire rang out again, and Rickman's heart suddenly tightened. However, he was relieved when he saw the black bullets flying towards the archers' ranks as he expected.
However, a guard beside him shouted in horror at this moment.
"Look at the sky...it's raining fire. It's raining fire!"
Rickman and others all looked up at the sky, and sure enough, tiny sparks of fire were falling from the sky.
Nord and others who were chanting and praying to the great Lord to send down the fire of purgatory were all excited. Could it be that the wrath of God had finally arrived?
But they didn’t seem to have received God’s response just now…
Nord was wondering, but soon he realized something was wrong, because the flames were actually flying towards them! "It's the wizard's magic!" Joyce shouted in fear, waking up everyone present.
A solid protective barrier appeared above everyone's heads. It was a protective spell cast by Nord and others before chanting and casting the spell.
Sparks with swaying white smoke slowly fell on it, making a hissing sound. That was the sound of the divine barrier being gradually corroded.
Those soldiers who were not within the range of divine protection could only watch the sparks falling from the sky and landing on themselves.
"Don't panic, this is just a way for the enemy to intimidate us!" Rickman shouted loudly. According to his judgment, although the rain of fire this time was very wide, what fell were just some sparks. It was very likely that the enemy wanted to make them lose their composure.
But just as he finished speaking, screams echoed across the battlefield. Soldiers were constantly hit by the so-called "sparks" and then fell to the ground and rolled over. Some even took the initiative to pull out their armor just to dig out the white phosphorus that had seeped into their skin...
A round of shrapnel attacks almost covered half of the battlefield. Whether it was the shield soldiers who were advancing or the crossbowmen who were pulling their longbows to shoot, they were all hit without exception...
More fire rain fell from the sky. The thick white smoke, the pungent smell, and the soldiers who were running and rolling to extinguish the white phosphorus formed a path to hell.
This horrific scene almost caused Rickman to fall off his horse.
Even the loud hymns had stopped, and Nord and the others looked at the nightmare-like scene in front of them in horror. The protective magic they had set up before had been corroded and holes had appeared, and rain of fire was falling through these holes.
Such a terrifying range, such terrible power, this is at least a fifth-ring magic, no, it might even be a sixth-ring!
"This must be the five-ring magic meteor shower... Great wizard, it's the great wizard... Retreat quickly... Retreat quickly!" An archbishop shouted crazily.
Although they could barely perform a fourth-ring spell together, they had no chance of winning against a true great wizard...
(End of this chapter)