Chapter 673: Handsome? Brain Replacement
Faced with a large group of [Wide Area Annihilation Weapons] that suddenly emerged from the sea, and a dense firepower network comparable to the Grim Reaper's scythe, the unprepared Vimana Fleet was instantly destroyed by one third.
But the dazzling flames and deafening roar successfully awakened the remaining Indian soldiers from their stupor.
Under the threat of death, they could no longer maintain their "peaceful" national character, and hurriedly activated the defense spell of Vimana, the Ship of Light, while launching a counterattack against the groups of silver-white spherical metal aircraft around them.
Golden circular array patterns lit up under the wings of the Light Boat Vimana, gathering together hundreds of high-energy magic beams that shot towards the [Wide-Area Annihilation Weapon] created by the Atlantis civilization.
Dozens of [Wide-Area Annihilation Weapons] that were unable to dodge were hit and exploded instantly, turning into gorgeous fireballs.
Seeing this, the Indian pilots on the Light Boat Vimana cheered excitedly.
Haha, it works!
These damned foreign barbarians, let them have a taste of the power of [Light of Surya]!
Surya, the sun god, is one of the six guardian gods of India.
In the Hindu pantheon, he inspired the understanding of mortals, called the wind and rain, and controlled everything in motion and stillness, even other gods, while he himself moved according to fixed laws and bound the heaven and earth to make them permanent and stable.
Therefore, he is also called the "divine vitality giver" who can give vitality and magic to all things.
The reason why the Light Boat Vimana can gallop in the sky, possess kinetic energy that transcends the laws of physics, and absorb magic power from the air and convert it into high-energy magic beams for emission is because the blessing inscription of the sun god Surya is integrated into its frame.
"Go on, knock all these damn things down!"
"And their fleet!"
Dozens of Indian pilots shouted to each other through the resonance technique on the Light Boat Vimana, eager to see the enemy positions turned into a sea of fire under their bombing.
However, what they don’t know is:
These spherical [wide-area annihilation weapons] were originally just the lowest-level, most basic guards in the Atlantis arsenal.
Moreover, it is a replica that is not as powerful as the original...
At this moment, seeing that the enemy's Vimana Light Boat formation had suffered nearly half of its casualties before it managed to break through the first blockade formed by the [Wide Area Annihilation Weapons], the scholars on the deck sneered in disdain:
"Light? The glory of the gods may not be brighter than the light of human wisdom. Let these Indian monkeys learn something new!"
As the scholars waved forward, special tower-like devices rose up on the fleet deck.
——It is a huge hexahedral (hexagonal cross-section) columnar glass-like substance. The center of the building is inlaid with a magnetite engraved with dense spells. It can absorb sunlight and ether factors in the air and transform them into high-purity energy beams.
The Prismatic Tower, that's what archaeologists from the Academy of Athens called it.
Legend has it that the ancient Atlanteans not only had a civilization that developed light into a source of power, but also possessed technology that could regenerate the human body and preserve eternal youth.
These special tower-like buildings located in the center of the Atlantis continent can concentrate and enhance light energy, and spread it to the world in the form of strong light that cannot be looked directly at.
Of course, they can sometimes be weapons!
"Rune ritual activated, magic chain circuit is normal!"
"Self-discipline search completed, shooting range confirmed, target confirmed!"
"Restrictions lifted, spirit particles gathered!"
"--emission!"
In an instant, brilliant rays of light shot out from the Light Prism Tower and roared across the sea.
The azure blue sea water was boiling violently, like a large piece of jade being split into fragmented pieces. Wherever the light band passed, bottomless trenches were formed.
There was no time to react before the Vimana formation in the sky was engulfed by hundreds of light bands emitted by the [Light Prism Tower].
“Boom boom boom!”
Along with a deafening roar, the sky burst into dazzling five-colored aurora, and one after another Vimana light boats exploded and turned into fireballs.
Then, the light bands continued to move forward, like sharp shining swords, falling towards the camp of the Persian army.
In an instant, the earth shook and thick smoke rose straight up.
As the smoke and dust dissipated, the entire Cilicia Plain was split into two. Dark red magma formed by the melting of countless soil and rocks flowed wildly in the deep grooves plowed by the light bands, and thousands of charred corpses with twisted and miserable postures surrendered in the magma.
"Gurgle~"
Darius III, who was standing on the gentle slope, swallowed and his face turned pale.
Almost.
He was almost turned into charcoal by these things from the sea.
Fear filled his mind, and Darius III immediately activated the resonance technique, almost shouting:
"Listen, no matter what method you use, I will destroy the black fleet on the sea immediately! Otherwise, you will all be punished by the Holy Fire!"
On the sea, several Indian pilots who survived the disaster had no time to rejoice. When they heard these words, they were so frightened that their faces turned pale in an instant.
Holy Fire Punishment? It would be better to die directly on the battlefield!
Let’s do it!
Several Indian pilots gritted their teeth and drove the remaining seven Vimana light boats towards the mysterious and terrifying black fleet on the sea ahead.
At the same time, the Persian army on the plain also moved.
The Meteor Corps, composed of Persian archers, turned around and released a rain of arrows like meteors towards the sea;
The secret magicians chanted spells, madly squeezing out the little remaining magic power in their bodies, and ordered the spirits of the magic lamps to control the sea beasts and launch an attack;
The priests sang the words of God, using the burning holy fire as a medium to summon an army of fire spirits Ifrit;
In order to completely eliminate the threat on the sea, Darius III even sent out his personal guards, the Undead Army, to lead the vassal army to harass from the ground...
Are you here?
Looking at the main force of the Persian army advancing from the sea, land and air, the Roman scholars on the deck nodded in unison and solemnly ordered the guards beside them:
"Open the hatch, release all the useful items, and make sure to hold them back!"
A moment later, a series of harsh friction sounds of metal twisting were heard from inside the black fleet.
The bronze-made [Atlantis Mechanical Soldiers], the mountain copper-made [Olympus Guards], the spherical [Wide-Area Annihilation Weapons], the beast-shaped [Autonomous Defense Golems]... were all awakened from hibernation.
They either went onto the deck and operated weapons such as naval guns and light prism towers to weave a dense firepower network; or they performed levitation spells to fight against the incoming Vimana fleet and the army of fire elves; or they landed on the shallows and fought with the mighty Persian soldiers.
For a while, there were continuous explosions of aircraft in the sky, the ground was filled with the smell of blood, the magic power beams on the sea were as dense as rain, and the battle situation was extremely intense.
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At this moment, on another battlefield that has almost been forgotten.
Caesar stood up from behind the ruined low wall, a sinister smile on his face:
"It's our turn, everyone!"
Roman soldiers emerged from everywhere like mushrooms after a rain, with unyielding and defiant looks on their faces.
The accompanying priests and priests also took out their cursed swords without hesitation, cut their palms, used blood as a medium, and started the ritual:
"God of War Mars, your flesh and blood are indestructible, and your sharp blade is invincible!"
Suddenly, the divine words turned into blood-colored mist that spread around the hill and flowed into the bodies of the soldiers one after another.
The Roman soldiers, who were originally a little listless, seemed to have taken a tonic. Their mental activity, muscle strength, and magic power circulation speed increased rapidly. The fighting spirit that could not be suppressed gathered together madly, forming a bloody smoke signal that soared into the sky.
As the priests and the priests' chanting of divine words, which suppressed the violent and murderous aura, came to an end, the Roman soldiers formed a battle formation skillfully and revealed a sinister sneer towards the Persian camp in front of them.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
Sharp sounds of breaking through the air rang out one after another, and the soldiers waved their blessed weapons in their hands and attacked the most threatening Persian spellcasters in the camp without mercy.
In an instant, spears were thrown in like a wall or a forest, covering the area flatly, and arrows were dense like rain, penetrating every hole.
Due to the emptiness inside, the spellcasters who are usually the center of attention have lost the protection they deserve.
They were pierced by the falling javelins and arrows and turned into hedgehogs. They fell miserably from the flying carpet and turned into pools of meat when they hit the ground.
Even if a mystic discovered the danger and diverted some of the light from the magic lamp to try to protect himself, it would be of no avail.
Because all the Roman soldiers who launched the attack were protected by the god of war, Mars.
Although this god of war was not very smart, the side effects after being blessed by him were huge.
But this is a critical moment and I can’t care about so much now.
Of course, the effect is also very significant.
After only three waves of attacks, thousands of precious Persian spellcasters were killed.
The rest were all terrified and hurriedly controlled their flying carpets, trying to escape the shadow of death.
At the same time, a sharp whistle was heard from the sky.
Red and black spell bullets and magic beams bombarded the Persian army's flank camp continuously, leaving behind pieces of broken arms and limbs.
Seeing this, Caesar immediately raised his hand and waved:
"Everyone, attack!"
The Roman legions, which had already assembled, launched a charge from a superior position, stabbing the exposed soft flesh of the Persians.
Perhaps it was due to the blessing of the god of war, or because they had accumulated too much anger, but the Roman soldiers were unusually brave.
They used extended artillery fire and a cone formation to penetrate the torn gaps in the Persian army formation.
With every clash, the wounds in the Persian army grew wider and the chaos intensified.
The Roman soldiers became more and more courageous as the battle went on. They penetrated into the heart of the Persian army like wolves and tigers, and went straight for Darius III who was sitting on a war elephant.
For a moment, the shortcomings of the ordinary Persian soldiers' lack of combat effectiveness and fighting will were exposed. The chaos spread like ripples, and soon affected nearly half of the army.
But when they were about to penetrate the heart of the enemy, an army of about 2,000 people wearing black clothes and armor, holding scimitars and round shields, actually went upstream to meet the fleeing soldiers.
Thousands of cold arcs of light slashed down in unison, tearing the air rapidly, and the whimpering sounds of ghosts and wolves were heard. As the coldness passed, blood splattered, and the fleeing soldiers and the group of Roman soldiers who raised their shields to charge the formation were neatly divided into two halves.
The blade hung down to the ground, and drops of blood slid down from the tip of the scimitar, forming a strange scarlet color.
In just one short battle, the Roman legion in the front lost an elite century.
As for the Persian soldiers on the opposite side, only a single digit number were killed.
As for the wounded, even if their arms were cut off or their abdomens were shot through, they could still easily connect the half arm to the wound and allow the flesh and blood to grow back, or pull out the arrows in the abdomen and continue fighting.
The faint reflection of the silver masks on their faces and the emotionless and eerie look in their pupils made their opponents tremble with fear.
——The Undead Army!
Despite such chaos, they were still able to gather more than 2,000 people.
Your Excellency is right, the Persian Empire's foundation and mobilization capabilities are indeed terrifying!
Caesar looked at the black wave that stood like a high wall in front of him, and Darius III who was a hundred meters away. He gritted his teeth, drew the dagger at his waist, and roared:
"Long live the Empire! Long live Rome! Guards, follow me!"
Suddenly, thousands of Roman God-Blood Guards in golden armor followed Caesar and charged towards the Persian Undead Army.
Swing the sword and cut!
Hold the gun high and stab!
The most elite soldiers on both sides were like emotionless machines, mechanically and precisely repeating the monotonous but practical movements.
The cold light of the weapons connected together was like layers of overlapping waves, engulfing one life after another.
Soon, the scene in front of the two armies was as bloody as a slaughterhouse, with broken arms and legs and scattered organs everywhere, and casualties on both sides increased sharply.
Caesar repeatedly organized several attacks on the Roman legions, but these black monsters, with multiple wounds, broken arms and ripped open bellies, still held their front lines tightly and withstood the enemy's penetration and division.
This bunch of undead army raised by bitches!
Caesar looked at this group of black ghosts, his face changing from gloomy to bright, and he cursed inwardly.
There is no chance, we can’t delay it any longer!
Caesar waved his hand somewhat dejectedly, signaling the team to convey the message of retreat. His eyes were full of unwillingness, but he was helpless.
If it were just these spineless Persian soldiers, even if tens of thousands more came, they would be nothing more than lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
But in the Age of Gods, the gap between mortals and the descendants of gods was difficult to fill with numbers, and a mere two thousand undead soldiers prevented them from advancing.
“Woo—woo!”
A desolate horn sounded, and the Roman legions, having received the order, gathered together, formed a shield formation, and retreated in an orderly manner.
Want to leave? Not so easy!
As time went on, the previously broken flank of the Persian army was reassembled under the leadership of an old Persian general.
After stabilizing the royal court, the old general sneered when he saw that the Roman legion showed signs of withdrawal. He coordinated with the main force to encircle and devour the Roman legion from both sides, intending to surround and eat the intruding Roman legion.
However, when Caesar saw this, a cunning smile appeared on his face.
Finally got fooled.
Rome has more than just infantry!
"My father, Zeus, ravage this place, dominate this place!"
Accompanied by rough shouts and thick clouds of dust, two Roman cavalry units of several thousand men rushed out from behind the hills, like two scimitars, piercing into the flanks of the Persian army at lightning speed. The Persian soldiers, who had just assembled and detoured, were thrown to the ground before they could even turn around, with wailing everywhere.
Alexander and his fellow cavalrymen took action!
(End of this chapter)
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