Chapter 453 Another Sacrifice
The raging flames were scorching the earth, and the rough sound of the organ was still blowing in the wilderness.
Even a great sage cannot cast "forbidden magic" continuously, but the hell dwarf artillerymen employed by the cemetery can continuously output nearly 10,000 rounds in a day!
The cost of a rocket is about five gold coins. Fifty thousand gold coins can buy a historic luxury hotel on Queen Street in Thunder City, but for the Demon King, it is just a drop in the bucket.
What's more, the money was paid with ghost money.
The only thing that can limit the firepower of the cemetery is the production capacity of the Beifeng City factory.
Looking at the raging fire in the distance, the [Gold Medal Cannon Soldier] stood there in a daze for a long time before he managed to utter a word.
"Damn, this thing is more useful than the dwarven hand cannon..."
The gray-green fog was completely replaced by billowing smoke, and the chaotic beasts wandering by the river died one after another while wailing, either being blown to death on the spot or being roasted into charcoal.
In the face of such scorching heat, even the winding river was almost dried up!
Facts have proved that mortals are not incapable of defeating extraordinary powers.
In the face of absolute firepower, even the corrosion of chaos can only be turned into powder and dispersed.
Also cremated were the Chaos Eggs scattered along the riverbank, as well as the twisted corpses of countless Green Army soldiers and local villagers...
He stretched his neck to look ahead, looking at the boiling sea of fire in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.
"Oh my god, these veteran players are awesome! When did they come up with something so awesome?"
Unfashionable and dull: "Hasn't it been made a long time ago? I used it before when I was in Janna Continent."
Cowardly and strong: "??? Why don't I know?"
Rustic and dull: "God knows why you don't know."
The expansion of the closed beta of "Cataclysm Online" happened after the Great Necropolis set foot on the continent of Janna. At that time, many players had already made a lot of "special punishment" equipment.
However, it is obvious that the dozen or so organ rocket launchers in front of the newbies are much more powerful than the rocket launchers used by the Great Cemetery in the Janna Continent.
A group of life-professional high-level players, led by [A Chemical Pool in One Bite], not only improved the propellant of the rocket, thereby significantly increasing the charge of the warhead, but also improved the most basic explosive charge into a thickened incendiary agent and added white phosphorus!
In terms of power alone, the explosion of this rocket is at least as powerful as a gold-level fire magic!
Faced with the overwhelming rain of fire, not only the newbies were shocked, but even the knowledgeable "Rock Sword Master" Gunter couldn't help but reveal a shocked expression on his face.
Is this really... dwarven equipment?
He came from the Brass Pass in the Mountain Kingdom, but he had never seen the dwarves there have such terrifying firearms?
In his impression, even the collective fire magic chanted by the three imperial mage groups might not be able to achieve such astonishing destructive power and killing area!
Just as Gunter was surprised, a figure behind the thick smoke suddenly caught his attention.
It was a twisted dark green figure, its shape like a dead vine hanging from a tree, or like an earthworm out of a pond.
If it weren't for the boiling flames that burned the vegetation around it to ashes, forcing it to quickly move its position, it might have actually ignored this guy.
However, since its tracks have been exposed, it obviously can't escape...
His sharp eyes locked onto the fleeing figure, Gaunt narrowed his eyes slightly, and gripped the hilt of the greatsword with his right hand.
Noticing his movements, Raiden asked.
"what are you up to?"
Gaunt said expressionlessly, "I saw a person. Maybe not a person. Anyway, my intuition tells me that it may know something about what happened here."
Leiden didn't stop him, he just asked.
"Do you need me to stop the artillerymen?"
Gaunt smiled faintly upon hearing this.
“No need.”
Although he admitted that the roaring flames were fierce, they were undoubtedly not strong enough to hurt him.
After all, he is a sword master!
The moment the words fell, the rock-solid figure moved.
He rushed into the burning sea of fire at an incredible speed, and under the gaze of a crowd of astonished people, he chased after the twisted green shadow like a speeding cannonball.
So fast!
Brennan was once again shocked by his strength, and completely understood what a demigod was!
He is the number one person under the gods, and it is also the limit that can be achieved with an extraordinary body!
In the mortal world, the sword in his hand is invincible!
As if sensing the approach of danger, the twisted green shadow ran faster and plunged into the woods farther away, running wildly like a hare into the bushes.
"Want to run?"
A sneer appeared on Gunter's lips, and he exerted force with his legs, and the one-kilometer distance was broken in the blink of an eye!
Looking at the Sword Saint who was approaching behind him in an instant, "Alchemist" Gene showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost on his face, and threw three medicine bottles behind him in shock and anger.
"Die! Die!"
The medicine bottle filled with ominous liquid flipped in the air and suddenly exploded into a thick dark green mist!
However, this thick fog was still too weak compared to the previous thick fog that covered the entire field. After all, the latter was the result of the blood and flesh sacrifice of tens of thousands of people.
Seeing the thick fog drifting towards his face, Gaunt didn't even look at it and thrust forward with the sword in his hand.
Before the icy cold light arrived, the whistling sword wind had already blown the thick fog away!
Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, Gene could only grit his teeth and turn around to fight back. His two strong arms split out from his shoulder blades, and he used all four hands to grab the dagger and short sword to block!
"clang--!"
A crisp sound shattered the dagger in his hand. He didn't even see where the sword blade came from, and he flew backwards more than a hundred meters, rolled all the way and fell down in the woods.
"cough--"
Gene spat out a mouthful of blood, held on to a pine tree beside him, and staggered to his feet.
The previous blow not only shattered his weapon, but also shattered his wrist bones.
Not only that, the flying iron pieces and scattered sword energy also left a lot of wounds on his body!
Looking at the sword master walking towards him slowly, Gene's twisted face finally showed deep fear.
With just one strike, he beat me, the Chosen One of Chaos God, into this state... Is this the strength of a demigod?
What he didn't know was that Gunter actually showed mercy, otherwise he would have been dead.
"Did you do what happened here?"
The rockets in the distance were still roaring and banging. Listening to the sound coming with the hot wind, Gene trembled all over, but still managed to force a smile from his twisted face.
"Heh... so what if it was me? I just brought them relief. They were going to starve to death anyway, so I might as well give them their useless flesh and blood to me..."
He originally wanted to say that he could at least stop Saint Siss's lackeys, but it was obvious that he still failed to stop them despite trying his best, so he was too embarrassed to say the last half of the sentence.
Gaunt looked at him with cold eyes, suppressing the anger in his heart.
"It seems that you have no intention of repenting. I can only send you to meet the devil in your heart."
Gene: "Devil? Ha... If the devil hadn't targeted us, you wouldn't even look at us!"
Gaunt glanced in surprise at the trembling but stubborn fellow.
"So you knew that voice was the devil."
Perhaps knowing that he was going to die, Gene let out a hysterical roar.
"Haha! Do you think you're the only one who's smart? Of course I know what it is, and I don't care what it is! At least if I follow Saint Sith, I won't survive, but if I follow this, I can!"
"Yeah?"
Gaunt glanced around and then looked back at the hysterical guy. His voice became calmer and carried a hint of pity.
"I don't think so."
That's just another dead end.
Suddenly, Gene found that the surrounding forest had disappeared, replaced by endless yellow sand and desolation.
Looking at the sword master standing on the sand dune, his pupils suddenly contracted, but then he relaxed as if relieved.
So this is the realm of demigods.
It feels like this...
Jean rushed forward with a wild laugh, but was then cut in two by the oncoming sword shadow and disappeared into the blowing yellow sand...
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At the same time, in the distant Jingshuitan Territory, the roar of artillery fire rang out in the wilderness.
Thick flames crashed into the distant positions, and thick smoke from the explosions rose into the sky!
That's a dwarven mortar!
Although its accuracy is not as good as the artillery of the Duchy of Campbell, its power is much stronger than the latter.
Unfortunately, the dwarfs' bombardment was in vain.
The scattered Green Forest Army soldiers hiding in the positions had already moved to the forest behind with the help of the tunnels dug by the ratmen, leaving behind only a hundred or so corpses, which was not a pity at all.
At the same time, the dwarf artillery position suddenly collapsed, and several mortars fell straight into the collapsed tunnel!
The tunnel was obviously not dug by the dwarves themselves, but the ratmen's engineering corps took advantage of the dwarves being busy supporting the front line and dug directly here from a pre-prepared tunnel.
Before the dwarf artillerymen could react, cloaked ratmen warriors jumped out of the tunnel, grabbing long-handled sickles and killing the dwarves by surprise!
Unlike the ordinary short slave rats, as clan warriors, they are not only one meter tall, but also blessed by the "Gluttonous Rat" Gerlo, and their waists are even thicker than those of dwarves!
When they encountered these dwarf artillerymen who were not good at close combat, they actually gained the upper hand for a while.
"roar--!"
A clan rat warrior opened his bloody mouth and let out a rotten roar. He swung the long-handled sickle in his hand and cut a dwarf artilleryman in half!
The intestines were scattered all over the floor!
The slave rats that followed closely behind swarmed over and stuffed the flesh and blood that fell on the ground into their mouths, trying to undermine the morale of the opponent through this desecrating sacrifice of the corpse!
Their abilities don't stop there.
In addition to being cannon fodder on the battlefield, they are also sacrifices of the priests under the command of "Gluttonous Rat" Gernor!
Just behind this group of slave rats feasting on the food, a rat-man priest wearing a human bone mask and holding a bone staff stepped forward, shaking a human skin rattle and chanting eerie and obscure spells.
Rays of dark green soul fire grabbed the necks of dozens of slave rats like the hands of the undead.
Using the flesh and blood of these slave rats as a sacrifice, a three-meter-long "giant war rat" rushed out from the bloody living altar. With just one charge, it knocked away the dwarf artillerymen who were trying to form a shield formation.
“Tsk tsk tsk!!!”
Looking at the giant rats descending on the battlefield, the ratmen let out shrill and excited shouts, their round eyes turned scarlet, and they fought even harder with the surrounding dwarf artillerymen.
Although they were caught off guard by the ratmen's tunnel attack, the dwarves of the Mountain Kingdom were obviously not pushovers.
They had long expected that these insidious little mice would not have a fair fight with them, and five murderous hundred-man teams were ambushing the group of sneak attacking ratmen.
Different from ordinary dwarf warriors, they wear heavy plate armor on their shoulders and steel helmets on their heads, revealing only a pair of fierce eyes, and holding two-handed heavy battle axes that are taller than two dwarves stacked together!
Lines of inscriptions are engraved on both sides of the axe blade, waiting to be activated by the enemy's blood.
Their name is "Oath Warriors".
In the Brass Pass, that is a name that terrifies countless ogres who worship destruction!
"kill--!"
Following the order from the dwarf centurion leading the army, the sworn warriors holding heavy battle axes were like a steel meat grinder, ruthlessly strangling the ratmen soldiers who rushed to the front.
The giant war rat roared and rushed towards the group of dwarves wielding battle axes.
The two chariots collided with each other.
Dozens of dwarves in heavy armor flew out like flying wine barrels!
However, the giant war rat, born from Chaos sacrifice, did not gain any benefits.
Battle axes weighing hundreds of pounds hit it one after another, splitting its light gray fur into pieces!
The giant war rat roared in pain and twisted its fat body to try to escape, but was held tightly by the dwarf centurions. No matter how it struggled, it could not avoid the axe blades that fell like raindrops.
"roar--!"
The dwarf centurion roared and stabbed the dagger in his hand into the rat's right eye. With the rat's shrill roar, he was thrown onto its back.
Holding the giant war rat tightly by the scruff of its neck, the dwarf centurion caught the dagger thrown by his comrade and slashed the fat rat's neck again and again, finally pinning the struggling and rampaging monster to the ground.
The bloody fight continues!
The centurion had no time to cheer for victory. He wiped the blood off his face and rejoined the battle, fighting with the rat soldiers who kept pouring out of the tunnel.
Perhaps they felt there was an opportunity to take advantage of, or perhaps they were eyeing the dozen or so dwarven mortars and the supplies on the artillery positions, these Clan Rat Warriors continued to charge forward with no intention of retreating.
But this is exactly what the dwarves want.
They are not afraid of face-to-face battles with the ratmen, but they are afraid of sneak attacks from these little guys!
Rat extermination experts carrying flamethrowers and crossbows are coming here, and soon those little mice will see what real purgatory is!
However, these brave dwarf warriors still underestimated the number of ratmen and overestimated the marching speed of their brothers with short legs behind them.
The two sides fought for a quarter of an hour, and the support from the rear did not arrive, but more and more little rats came out of the tunnel, as if they were going to deploy a team of ten thousand people here!
The second giant war rat was summoned again. Although it was eventually pinned to the ground by the highly skilled Oath Warriors, a trace of fatigue appeared on everyone's face.
Just as the situation on the battlefield was about to reverse, a burst of hurried horse hooves suddenly came from not far away.
Looking at the rolling dust, countless dwarves showed excited expressions on their faces.
It's the cavalry of the Duchy of Campbell!
The citizen cavalry running across the swamp crashed into the flank of the battlefield like a meteor, and countless rat soldiers flew backwards like kicked river pebbles.
The ratman centurion leading the troops panicked and raised his long-handled sickle to turn around and resist, but was hit in the chest by a lance. Half of his body turned into a bloody mist and flew out!
The person in the lead was Irene Campbell!
In her hand was a lance shining with holy light, her shiny breastplate looked majestic in the sunlight, and her eyes were as sharp as knives, like a god descending to earth.
Seeing their captain being killed in one blow, all the ratmen were frightened out of their wits, screaming miserably. The entire thousand-man team collapsed and fled in all directions!
"It's friendly forces!"
The centurion commanding the battle roared excitedly and led his soldiers to fight even harder.
They vowed to slaughter all these ugly little rats, peel off their heads as trophies, and hang them on the castle of Hatred Peak as their medals!
Seeing Campbell's cavalry joining the battlefield, the rat-man slingers wandering around the edge of the battlefield swung their slings vigorously, throwing whistling stones, trying to shoot these tall and strong guys to death.
However, to the Rat People's surprise, all the stone bullets they threw hit a milky white light curtain, and then were bounced away without any suspense, but instead smashed their brothers' brains into pieces, and they fell to the ground wailing!
That was the legend of the late King Aaron Campbell. Legend had it that he was blessed by the Holy Light and led his knights to gallop across the battlefield, never being harmed by stray arrows on the battlefield!
This legend, which people talk about with great relish, was materialized into a miracle that can be touched with the bare hands after the death of Grand Duke Aaron Campbell, and was integrated into the light of legend that embodies the faith of countless people!
The stones thrown by the ratmen with their slings were obviously not as powerful as the arrows shot by the demon crossbowmen, and naturally could not penetrate the shining light curtain!
With the arrival of Campbell's citizen cavalry, the scales that had originally tilted towards the ratmen fell back towards the dwarves.
Seeing that their friendly forces were being held back, the Green Forest Army that had previously retreated into the forest through the tunnel had no choice but to turn back. At the commander's command, they rushed towards the smoke-filled battlefield.
Campbell's privates had finished loading and were waiting for them along their route.
Not only the Campbell privates, but also those "short-legged men" who could not reach the artillery positions, stopped their support under the orders of the dwarf officers, turned around and aimed their flamethrowers and heavy crossbows at the "Chaos Apostles" rushing out of the forest.
In principle, due to the ancient covenant, the dwarves of the Mountain Kingdom will not attack humans on human territory.
But it is obvious that these guys who sold their souls to Chaos can no longer be considered human beings!
"Fire!"
The dwarf centurion leading the flamethrowers roared and pulled the trigger first.
The shoulder that was as steady as a mountain shook backwards, and then a long and thick fire dragon spewed out from the muzzle of the gun in his hand, splashing towards the Green Forest Army vanguard fifty meters away!
“Ahhh!!!”
Being drenched in the boiling kerosene, the "Green Turban" in the front let out a scream and turned into a fire man in an instant.
Seeing the miserable state of the soldiers in the front, the Green Forest Army soldiers rushing behind were frightened and turned pale, but under the urging of their leader, they had to bite the bullet and rush forward.
"Don't be afraid of those dwarfs! Their hoses won't spray for long! Go up and chop them up! Cut off their heads and offer them as a sacrifice to the great true God!"
A centurion roared and brandished the long sword in his hand, no longer concealing himself.
Everyone felt that this grand sacrifice had reached its final moment. They would soon receive the blessing from the void and stand on a brand new stage as victors.
What they need to do now is no longer to hide themselves, but to prove their piety to their gods at all costs!
"For Urgos! For our Kailan!"
"kill!!!"
The earth-shaking roar resounded across the battlefield, and a mighty force charged towards the dwarf carrying the flamethrower.
Their judgment was correct. The dwarf flamethrowers did not have much kerosene, and it was basically used up after one round.
This thing was not meant to be used on the plains. If you want to truly unleash its power, you have to use it in the tunnel.
It can instantly deplete the oxygen in the cave, suffocating the ratmen to death. However, the dwarves can use their powerful breath-holding ability to force themselves to reach a place with oxygen.
However, although the charging green turbans calculated that the dwarves had limited kerosene, they forgot that there were not only dwarves standing here, but also the Campbells who had been waiting for a long time.
The grenadiers standing in the front row took the lead and threw earthenware jars filled with black gunpowder into the Green Army's formation.
At the same time as the deafening roar rang out, Private Campbell, who had raised his musket, immediately pulled the trigger. Rows of gun muzzles spurted out long tongues of fire, shooting down the rebels who were stunned by the explosion.
The sound of volleys of gunfire rang out one after another, and the high-spirited Private Campbell advanced in an orderly manner amid the sound of military drums and the pungent smoke.
Although the fighting continues, it seems that it is only a matter of time before the final victory is achieved...
Near the artillery position in the distance, Irene, holding a lance, grabbed the reins to stop her horse, and frowned slightly as she looked at the smoke in the distance.
Seeing the worry on her face, Theresa rode her warhorse to her side and said respectfully.
"What's wrong, Your Highness?"
"Something's not right." Irene thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Rolandar had always avoided direct confrontation with us before, but why is he suddenly so generous today?"
Theresa: "Maybe he's tired of the game of hiding?"
Irene shook her head.
"Theresa, I don't want to think our enemy is so stupid, especially since he has caused us so much trouble before... He is obviously a cunning rat."
Simply put, she couldn't see the benefit of him doing this.
Just as Irene was thinking about this, the originally clear sky suddenly became gloomy.
A dark cloud that came from nowhere hung over everyone's head, and with it came a huge pressure.
Irene's heart suddenly sank, and she looked towards the woods ahead in surprise.
That breath...
So familiar!
When her father was fighting against the Demon King of Thunder County, he relied on the power of the Legendary Light to briefly break through the bottleneck of the Amethyst level, and killed Reggie Dragun in one fell swoop, thus creating the legend named Aaron Campbell!
However, at this moment, the breath coming from the front gave her a feeling that it was even superior to her father!
And unlike her father...
It was a terrifying force, as if it came from an abyss deeper than hell, and its existence was only to devour all living creatures!
Is it Rolandal?
Irene's eyes were filled with surprise.
She clearly remembered that the guy was only diamond level the last time they fought!
How come it's only been less than a month, and he already has the aura of a Purple Crystal-level expert?!
Of course, that guy must have just made a breakthrough not long ago and is not yet proficient in controlling this power. Otherwise, he could have hidden his aura better and would not have been seen through so easily.
But another possibility cannot be ruled out:
He had no intention of hiding it at all.
A rhythmic sound suddenly rang out from the bottomless forest, like the opening melody of a bard's song...
"Friends from the Duchy of Campbell, I'm glad you missed your poor neighbors so much, but if only you had come a little earlier..."
"If that's the case, maybe I can even buy you a drink!"
"Instead of chopping you into minced meat and throwing you into the pot."
(End of this chapter)
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