Chapter 619 Chapter 617: Thousands of Cannons Fire
The center of the Silvertop floating continent, the Hall of Mystery.
When the colorful dome opened like a petal, the sound of gears turning could be heard, and the ground began to separate.
Some areas are retreating, some are sinking, some are rising, and some are rotating...
Then, the ground, which seemed to be seamless, was cut into neat pieces.
The huge and complex twelve-pointed star formation became independent and continued to rise amidst the trembling of the entire mysterious hall.
In just a moment, it exceeded the height of the dome, but it was not over yet. It continued to rise to a height of hundreds of meters before it ended.
At this moment, the core of the floating city and the source of magical energy, the Core of Naiser, was exposed to the public.
The stone that gleams with red light is inconspicuous, but it is the most precious core of the Netheril civilization.
Outside the core of Naiser, the connected blood-red energy pipes were like taut springs due to the extreme pulling.
Looking closely, accompanied by flashes of red light, magical energy surged like a tide, and the blood-colored pipes continued to expand and contract.
At this moment, Michael, the master of the floating city, and twelve great arcanists appeared on the twelve-pointed star under the light of the positioning portal.
They started chanting without any hesitation!
The long spell, a mixture of celestial language, dragon language and demon language, is simply not something a human can remember.
Therefore, in front of every great arcanist, there is a fist-thick magic book, which automatically turns pages as they chant.
And under the stimulation of the spell, the movement of the Naiser core was activated!
Like the heartbeat after strenuous exercise, the red light flashed more and more frequently, and little by little, the entire Naiser core was almost infected by the red light.
But strangely, the blood-red energy pipeline remained the same, and the output of magic energy did not increase, as if it was intercepted by some special mechanism.
To the extent that the entire Nesser Core was forced into an overclocked state.
And around the huge pillars, countless magic patterns were flying and spinning, leveraging a huge amount of elemental power to form the purest huge cyclone, spreading outward like a storm.
Although it is rough, its strong defensive capabilities are unquestionable.
Even if the great arcanists need it, countless magic patterns can be combined and constructed to form various destructive war magics.
Attack is the best defense. This is a theory of war recognized by all great arcanists.
Of course, in the middle of the cyclone, it is still extremely stable.
However, the subtle turbulence extends outward like ripples. Although the scope involved does not seem large, it has the power to erase everything.
The membrane of space became thinner and thinner, and the dimensional levels seemed to be pulled closer, so that by crossing the faint yet extremely tough plane barrier, one could seem to come into contact with many elemental planes.
Through the dimensional membrane, one can almost see the earth, fire, wind and water flowing, swirling, colliding, and stirring...
From this, lightning, frost, magma, minerals, steam, light, darkness...
If the rules support the framework of the main material plane and constrain the flow of energy and elements; then these elemental energies are the flesh, organs, life and soul flowing within the framework!
Without rules, there is no framework to support it, but if there is no energy flow, it is just an empty frame.
What the great archmages are doing now is to open the elemental realms and throw the overclocked Nesser core in.
The specific principle is very complicated, and the evolution process is even more complicated, but the final result is that the core of Nesser triggers elemental fission and releases a terrifying energy storm.
Under this typhoon-like energy impact, the established rules of the main material plane will be distorted, and then trigger various energy riots and doomsday disasters.
Of course, it is impossible to destroy the main material plane in this way.
The earth is more solid than mortals realize, but it is easy to wipe out the intelligent creatures living on its surface.
This is the ultimate arcane spell of Netheril, [Karsus's Scourge].
The development of Netheril's civilization is naturally not smooth sailing. The environmental deterioration caused by the development of the magical industry almost led to the backlash of the plane's pan-consciousness, which is one example.
However, at that time, Naesriel was not plotted against by any external forces. After discovering the hidden dangers, it actively corrected them and thus avoided doomsday destruction.
Further out, the most terrifying event was the end of civilization, which was caused by the Speaker of the Arcane Council, the Archmage Karsus.
After studying the true God for a long time, he wanted to replace Him and achieve eternal immortality.
Therefore, he created an ultimate arcane spell [Karsus's Apotheosis], which directly destroyed the magic network and inherited the divinity and power of the magic lady Mystra.
The result was that he paid the price for his ignorance and weakness.
His body was melted on the spot by the terrifying divine power, and his soul was crushed by the mixed beliefs. Only a little bit of it was left and stored in the staff, but it was only a remnant of his soul.
Of course, if one person commits suicide, it is not a disaster!
Throughout history, countless arcanists have died due to magical experiments!
But the problem is that the collapse of the magic network triggered a tsunami in the elemental plane, which then affected the entire Nestriel plane.
Countless floating cities collapsed, the twisted rules caused the power of arcane magic to fluctuate, the restless elements became uncontrollable, and even the safest meditation could kill...
That was the darkest moment of the Netheril civilization, and the entire civilization was almost wiped out.
Even if you survive the most difficult times and recover quickly later, the damage caused has already become a fait accompli.
However, the great arcanists are a group of people who pursue the truth, so even now, they still study gods and still want to understand the truth of the universe.
At most, be a little more careful!
[Karsus's Doomsday Calamity] was developed based on this period of history.
Although not all planes are covered by the magic network, it is impossible to overturn it easily.
However, the great arcanists discovered that the remaining essence of the plane - the Core of Nesser, thrown into the elemental realms, can also cause elemental fission, release terrifying energy, form elemental tsunamis, and create natural disasters that are enough to destroy the plane.
Therefore, this became another trump card of Nesriel, a terrifying ultimate arcane spell of doomsday level.
This is also another killer move that the Silvertop Arcane Conference came up with after the failure of the "Plane Pan-Consciousness Backlash Technique".
From the beginning to the end, they were implementing the strategy of reconstruction after destruction, and the colonial war actually caused their plane to be exterminated.
However, it is easy to contact the elemental plane, and it is not difficult to descend there. Even summoning unique elemental life is a specialty of many magicians.
However, if you want to throw the overclocked Nesser core into the elemental plane, you have to complete directional fission, and the difficulty is already exaggerated.
Not to mention the mantras and the huge price that needs to be paid, just the preparation stage - spreading the magic energy industry and increasing the number of magic energy pools, requires a long time and corresponding guidance.
Only when there are enough mana pools to create 'ant holes' deep into the elemental plane can the difficulty be reduced in disguise.
This is also the reason why Netheril actively promotes the magical industry. The backlash of pan-consciousness after the deterioration of the environment is one reason, and the weakening of the thickness of the barrier of the elemental plane is the other.
This was a plot that even Hohenzollern III was unaware of, and it was also a dimensionality reduction attack brought about by the advanced civilization of the Netheril.
Their conspiracy can be said to be one thing after another, and if one plan fails, there will be another one.
The huge commotion here naturally attracted the attention of the Prayer Legion.
At the core of the floating continent, a conspicuous pillar stood between heaven and earth, surrounded by the agitated elements and magic patterns, which could be seen clearly even from hundreds or thousands of miles away.
On Helka's side, no one could figure out what the Arcane Council was going to do, but the innate sense of crisis was already boiling in the hearts of most extraordinary strong men.
A disaster like the sky falling and the earth collapsing is about to happen!
As a result, there were no more quarrels in the war command center, and all the commanders issued the most decisive orders.
Attack! Attack! Attack with all your might!!
As a result, the intensity of the war on the front line directly rose to the highest level.
With the Kingdom of God closed, those who prayed could not be resurrected, and they naturally lost their previous bravery as they grew fearful.
In addition, the Legion of Prayers is a union of eighteen indigenous gods, although after the appearance of the Sun God, they are under unified command.
But more or less, they will retain their strength.
This is also the reason why the human magic army that arrived later is more daring and aggressive in the current battle.
These soldiers, who had just come off the battlefield and were accustomed to the smoke and artillery fire, came to the new battlefield and showed bravery far beyond that of the petitioners.
But now, it’s different!
All the petitioners dared not hold back their strength any longer. From angels and heroic spirits to ordinary petitioners, all launched the most determined attack out of fear.
At this moment, they advanced from all directions, the light of fighting spirit and magic shone, artillery fire and bullets flew, smoke filled the sky, and the roar seemed to burst the eardrums.
At this time, the one who rushed to the front was still the thousand-man guards led by Flowers.
With them as the arrow, on the left and right sides followed the Bonaparte Empire Expeditionary Corps, the Sardinia Kingdom Guardian Army, the Glorious Empire Ace Army and the Slavic Berserker Army.
A legion of the strongest magic power, equipped with the best magic power weapons.
From fighter planes to tanks, from field artillery to heavy machine guns, from mortars to grenades...
Although they are not as good as Flower Collar, they also have their own characteristics. To make an analogy, they are both at the weapon level of the second generation of Flower Collar.
They fought the most fierce and brutal battle on a battle line that stretched for more than ten kilometers!
Here, you can see the King of Land Warfare, with a triple defense field, colliding with three steel golems.
The roar of the engine and the flying of soil, accompanied by the sound of bullets, were heard continuously.
The three golems fought head-on, their feet sinking into the mud and being pushed back, plowing out huge furrows.
But even with a power as strong as a tank, it was actually restricted in place.
Then, more than ten unmanned aerial vehicles quickly assembled in the air, and the illuminated magic patterns outlined a complex magic circle, and finally formed a magic that fell down.
Then, methane gurgled out of the ground and turned into a quagmire, causing the huge tank to sink.
Even though the defensive force field protected it, the engine roared, but it could no longer draw any power.
But even at the last moment, the two heavy machine guns did not stop. The ammunition belts swept back and forth like long whips, shooting down many drones.
The tank's main gun fired three rounds in a row, directly destroying two steel golems.
At the last moment when the tank was swallowed by the swamp, the top door was finally opened, and the crew quickly got out and ran back.
They were agile and extremely fast, but the drones chasing them fell like crazy, exploding in suicide style.
Of a crew of five, only two were able to cross the front line and return to the rear.
A medical team rushed up under the gunfire, first casting three or four kinds of recovery spells, then pouring two bottles of magic potions into the man's mouth, and finally conducting a detailed examination to assess the injuries.
After confirming that they did not need to rest, they were placed in the rear, teamed up with others, got on another tank, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out again.
The battle at this moment is so fierce.
In the sky, a group of second-generation fighter jets, with a thin defensive force field, led by the fourth-generation fighter jets led by Flowers, performed a death roll like a drill.
The trailing flame spun and collided with countless unmanned aerial vehicles in a nearly self-destructive manner.
The bullets crossed each other in the air, forming swaying lines, like a whip.
If they encounter enemy magic bombardment, they can only pray that they can survive.
But if they find an arcane pilot or a construct knight, they will attack without hesitation.
In addition to heavy machine guns and combat bullets, they themselves are also large bombs. As long as they can take down the enemy, they have accomplished their mission.
Of course, there were also too many drone swarms hunting fighter jets, and from time to time, colonial warriors would drop from the sky.
This group of powerful legends, holding greatswords, slashed out with fighting spirit that could not be blocked by ordinary defensive force fields.
Often, a chain reaction will occur when they touch!
However, there are also many strong ones on the side of the Prayer Corps, including legendary heroes and demigod angels, who will specifically hunt down the colonial warriors after they take action.
Of course, the above is just the tip of the ice on the battlefield.
Here, you can also see the trenches dug by the arcanists, where they hide and command battles at close range.
Then, when the line was pushed here, assault teams would go in, follow the zigzag trenches, and shoot them.
You can also see violent construct knights riding Warcraft mounts whose full potential is stimulated by drugs, holding handheld magic cannons comparable to medium-sized field artillery, and bombarding tanks at close range.
You can also see that under the cover of the tank, the sniper is holding a sniper gun and aiming at the colonial warrior in mid-air.
On the chaotic battlefield, even a powerful and legendary warrior like the Colonial Warrior can be easily knocked down by a single cannon shot.
You can also see that the Arcane Tower throws out large amounts of thunder, which roll across the ground like a sweeper.
If you don't have enough magic resistance, you will die directly from elemental damage.
There were also skeletons crawling out of the ground, ghosts that ignored physical damage, summoned demons, devils that appeared in groups, various monsters riddled with bullets, and soldiers that turned to ashes in the flames...
On such a battlefield, death is commonplace, and lives are dying at every moment.
Overall, the thousand-man army of Flower Territory is still advancing, using the most powerful posture, advancing bit by bit, while the imperial coalition forces on both sides are constantly tearing open their wounds.
But the speed really can't be increased.
Like a tide of iron golems, drones, arcanists, and colonial warriors joined in, and managed to prevent the front line from collapsing.
The commander of this battle was General Fake Wood of the Bonaparte Empire.
This general, who once attacked the Flower Territory but successfully escaped unscathed, has a unique understanding of the magical war.
In the struggle for supremacy between the Empire and the Alliance, he demonstrated extraordinary talent and outstanding vision, and even personally commanded several key battles.
After the war, this man had become the leader of a great empire and was recognized as a capable and good warrior. When those marshals were all old, he became the most suitable one.
However, at this moment, Fake Wood was almost going crazy.
"The Third Brigade, tell the Third Brigade to hold on. The people are in the position. If the position is gone, the people are not allowed to come back."
"The 12th Brigade is wiped out? Then let the artillery fire from the rear cover the enemy. Slowly advance the barrage. Bomb them back and forth three times, no, five times...
Buy enough time for the First Reserve Regiment to take over."
"Let them draw some men from the logistics, engineering, and communications corps to form a regiment they are used to, and send them to the battlefield.
At this time, one more person means one more fighting force."
"Where's the ammunition? Where are the weapons? Where are the fighter planes? Where are the tanks? When will the reinforcements the Church promised me arrive?"
"What? Several major empires are bickering? At this time, they still dare to bicker with each other?"
"If their support can't keep up, losing the position is a minor matter, but if they fail to complete the assigned mission, then we're all doomed."
Just as he was shouting out orders, destructive magic fell, and large amounts of lightning spread out in all directions like washing the ground.
Wherever it passed, everything was charred by electricity and finally turned into ashes.
Destruction-level war magic, [Thunderstorm]!
It was obvious that they had found the target. After discovering that this place was the front-line command center, they did not hesitate at all and directly launched a range attack.
However, there are also strong guards here.
A legendary warrior specializing in defense instantly appeared on the ground. With a low roar, his ochre-colored fighting spirit turned into a huge shield, blocking the thunder's attack.
Of course, destructive magic, even area attacks, is not something a legend can withstand.
It was almost visible to the naked eye that the fighting spirit was being consumed rapidly. Under the thunder, the shield was missing a piece in the east and a corner in the west, and it seemed that it would not be able to hold on.
But at this moment, another ray of light like a blue water curtain rose up, and the light blue flowing water turned into a sky curtain, supporting a piece of space.
The thunder and the water curtain intersected, exploding into balls of lightning that swept around like silver snakes.
This was not the end yet. The third legendary wizard took action and opened a space door that was like a black hole. The thunder sank into it and disappeared.
I don’t know where he was transferred to!
The three legends continued to relay the attacks and managed to survive the damage from the [Thunderstorm].
When everything was over, the area within a radius of one kilometer, that is, the central location, was preserved.
The rest of the area was completely bare and charred, with ashes raining from the sky and earth.
General Fark Wood showed up, saw this scene, and then looked at the three legends lying exhausted on the ground, and a feeling of fear came over him.
But in an instant, it was replaced by nameless anger.
He put his hands on his hips and cursed: "You damn Netheril, you damn Silvertop, you damn Arcanist, you want to kill me? Dream on!"
"I will definitely beat all your shit and piss out of you, as long as, as long as the reinforcements led by Flowers arrive,
I'll show you what it means to be in full bloom, impossible to defend against?!"
"Oh, right, Flower Leader, Flower Leader, didn't that guy say he agreed to send troops?"
"Where are the people? Where are the people? Didn't I send my opinion over? Even if we send some troops first, it would be fine, right?"
"The church is also a bunch of idiots, just sitting there doing nothing, sitting there doing nothing, how come they can't even handle such a small thing?
A bunch of masters who have never been to the battlefield and don't know how dangerous it is, you can't expect them to do anything well!"
He felt good cursing, and after venting his fear, he felt a lot better.
Then he saw a messenger standing in front of him, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"If you have something to say, say it now! If you have to fart, fart now!"
"Well, the news just came that he has already sent troops."
"That one? Who? The one who received the flowers?"
"Yes!"
Fake Wood was overjoyed and asked, “Where are the troops, how many are there, and are they still under my command?
Has the plan I submitted been approved?"
"this?"
"Can you stop hesitating? Do you want to get beaten?"
"General, I don't know what you're talking about, but where exactly is it? Can you look up at the sky?"
"Heaven? Heaven?"
Fark Wood looked up almost instinctively, and then he saw a huge island shrouded in a colorful defensive force field approaching.
Wherever it passed, it cast a huge shadow on the earth.
"What is this? What is this?"
"This is the Lion Floating City, the Lion King's vehicle, the floating city led by flowers!"
Fake Wood was stunned for a long time before he said, "Just now, was I a little too loud? Did I not curse anyone? Especially not that person?"
The voice was not loud, but when he looked up, he saw that everyone was looking at him in a very strange way, which made his hair stand on end.
He definitely didn't say anything excessive, yeah, for sure!
at this time,
Above the sky, Luo Yi was at the control core of the floating city.
Deep Blue took full control, communicating directly with the Tower Spirit, and was fully committed to activating the Magic Eye Network. All the Magic Eyes were looking towards the Silvertop floating continent.
Even though he had the information in his memory and even though he had seen the images taken by the magic mirror, it was not as shocking as he was at this moment.
Big, really big!
Compared to Luoyi’s floating city, it was really just a city, but what was in front of him was clearly a suspended continent.
At this moment, Loyi gave the order: "Deep Blue, mark the attack target, calculate the specific coordinates, allocate firepower, and open all missile silos!"
"Let us first say hello to the masters of the Silvertop, the great arcanists.
Also tell them that I, Luo Yi, the warrior leading the flowers, am here!!!"
"Bombardment washes the ground, thousands of cannons roar!"
"Yes, sir!"
At this moment, Shenlan's response was filled with a certain solemnity and iron-bloodedness, and after his order was delivered,
The entire floating city has a total of 1,200 areas, including grasslands, hills, lake bottoms, streets, and green belts...
As the gears turned, the dark missile silos appeared. After being assigned clear targets, each missile began to calculate its trajectory, ignite, and take off.
At a certain moment, behind Luo Yi, thousands of missiles were spewing flames, drawing graceful arcs, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
Until it fell to the earth, as beautiful as falling stars!
At this moment, even the great arcanists of the Arcane Council could not help but look up blankly, feeling the weight of Luo Yi's "greeting".
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom…
The next second, the sound of the explosion drowned out all the noise, and the shock wave was like a blooming flower, everywhere!
(End of this chapter)
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