"Hell... Hell has come..." "God... please save your devout believers..."
On the chaotic battlefield, shouts and screams intertwined, and some people even knelt down to pray, hoping to be saved by God, but everything was in vain...
The direction where Rickman and others were located was targeted, with as many as ten airships bombarding them non-stop.
Those nobles who were high and mighty and had imagined how to please the new king before the war, now only had regrets in their hearts, wishing their horses could grow six legs and lead them to escape from the coverage of the rain of fire...
Joyce was no exception. Seeing that the situation was not good, he fled with his personal soldiers! Even so, he could not escape the rain of fire that fell from the sky. Stars of fire soon fell on him, some of which fell on the solid armor, and some of them penetrated through the gaps in the armor and penetrated into his body.
An intense pain and burning sensation surged into Joyce's heart, causing his face to twist, but he forced himself to hold it back. The desire to survive overcame everything.
The miserable conditions of those soldiers before had clearly told him that this kind of fire could not be extinguished by ordinary means. Now he could only escape from the coverage of the rain of fire and then find a way to treat his injuries.
Joyce endured the burning pain, but the warhorse under him couldn't bear it anymore. It let out a sharp neigh and threw the earl off. Then the warhorse twisted its body and rode away without looking back...
"Horse, my horse!"
Joyce was dizzy from the fall and screamed at the top of his lungs. He tried to get up from the ground using his hands and feet, but a hand grabbed his thigh tightly and dragged him back down.
Joyce turned around in horror, and then he found that Grand Duke Rickman was right behind him. He had obviously fallen off his horse, but he looked even worse than him. His back was covered in blood and flesh, as if he had been trampled by a warhorse...
"Joyce...you bastard, shameful traitor...Hatar's running dog!" Rickman's eyes were red and his expression was ferocious, as if he wanted to eat Joyce alive.
"Let me go! Let me go!" At this critical moment, Joyce no longer cared about the other party's identity and kicked Rickman's head in panic.
Rickman held Joyce's thigh tightly. His spine was broken. Now that the bishops and priests were busy with their own affairs, it was impossible for him to escape from the rain of fire.
Even if he managed to escape to the capital, this shameful defeat would be enough to ruin his reputation.
After all, more than 10,000 armored soldiers and 2,000 cavalry battalions are almost half of the kingdom's elite forces. Neither the king, the crown prince, nor the Holy See will ever let him go.
In Rickman's opinion, all this was caused by Joyce's intentional concealment of information about the wizard. Even if he died, he would drag the other party down to hell with him...
"Get out of my way!" Joyce yelled frantically, pulling out the long knife from his waist and cutting off Rickman's right hand that was holding his thigh.
During this delay, the next wave of fire rain has already floated down from the sky...
"Go to hell with me, Joyce..." Rickman shouted madly.
"You are the one who deserves to die!" Joyce dragged Rickman over, intending to use his body as a cover to avoid this wave. How could Rickman let him succeed? The two noble nobles wrestled on the battlefield and were swallowed up by the falling rain of fire together...
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In the distance, Philip couldn't help but exclaimed at the battlefield covered in thick smoke and flames. Although they had experimented with the power of this weapon on Warcraft before and had a general understanding of its effect, they had never imagined that this thing would be so terrible when used on humans.
Rowan, the commander of the Musketeers, was also filled with emotion. Before this, he didn't believe that a war could end without any casualties.
The scene in front of him was undoubtedly the best proof. Lin En taught him a real lesson on how to fight a war when you have absolute firepower.
But these weapons are a bit too scary...
"This is war. Being kind to the enemy is often cruel to yourself!" Lin En's expression remained unchanged, and it was obvious that he had expected this.
White phosphorus is somewhat inhumane, but it is the best way they have to undermine the morale of the enemy.
Lynn didn't know what kind of divine magic those priests were preparing, but since these people did not choose to retreat, it must mean that Grand Duke Rickman believed that they still had a chance of defeating them.
In this case, even if victory is achieved in the end, it will inevitably come at the cost of heavy casualties.
"Sir Lin, should we pursue now?" Redel asked hurriedly. He had not fought many battles, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that now was a good opportunity to pursue and expand the results of the battle.
The wizards didn't seem to have any intention of giving orders, which made him somewhat anxious.
"No, there is no need to chase them. Some of the cavalry have already escaped, and I'm afraid we can't stop them from reporting the situation here to the royal capital." Lin En shook his head and retorted.
The most important point he didn't say is that the smoke is highly toxic!
If you rashly step into it before the smoke clears, you might not even know how you died... This thing can't distinguish between friend and foe! Moreover, most of the army has been destroyed, and there is no possibility of fighting again. Fear will always be rooted in their hearts.
"Now it seems that this war is not as difficult as the Speaker and others thought." Orlando said in a relaxed tone.
In the past, when wizard meetings were held in Greenriel, the speakers always looked worried, as if the wizarding land was about to be in disaster. Some even suggested finding a new paradise on the sea in case of emergency.
Now it seems that the empire is nothing more than a larger number of people, which is nothing great. If they put all the more than 20,000 new troops in the wizard land into service, these people are nothing but chickens and dogs.
I believe this victory will greatly boost morale...
"Don't be too careless. This time we just caught the enemy off guard. The subsequent battles may not be so easy." Lin En reminded. More importantly, their real opponent is not these soldiers with swords, guns, bows and crossbows, but the one who is high above... God!
(End of this chapter)