Chapter 674 What does it mean that the battleship has stood up?
The cursed bullets like a meteor rain and the heavy rune arrows that covered the sky and the sun, with sharp sounds of breaking through the air, fell onto the battlefield first.
Boom boom boom boom!
Amid the successive explosions, the ground shook violently, and large clouds of dust rose on the battlefield. Thousands of fully armed Persian soldiers were either blown into pieces or nailed to the ground, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.
In an instant, the earth thundered.
Alexander drove the [God's Wheel] across the sand dunes, wrapped in the surging purple lightning arcs, and broke through the weakest southeast flank of the Persian army, rushing towards the core of the army.
Behind him, his fellow cavalrymen, wearing heavy armor and holding lances, came rolling in like a dark blue wave that could swallow the sky and the earth.
"Protect His Majesty! Protect His Majesty!"
Realizing that something was wrong, the old Persian general shouted anxiously, trying to organize a defense to hold off the aggressive enemy.
Upon hearing the order, tens of thousands of Persian soldiers, two teams of Persian elephant soldiers, and a variety of vassal troops instinctively gathered on the southeast flank.
However, although the Persian Empire's conventional troops were large in number, their quality was lackluster. Without enough undead troops in the rear formation to serve as the center of gravity for stabilizing the overall situation, these ragtag troops were greatly reduced in terms of combat effectiveness, organization, and fighting will.
Therefore, as soon as the enemy came into contact, the Persian army of tens of thousands of people was broken through in just a few breaths.
The fellow cavalrymen mechanically and accurately swung their two-meter-long lances, and the Persian army in front of them instantly fell like wheat under a sickle. One by one, the Persian soldiers flew high under the impact, and before they landed, they broke their bones and tendons, and their internal organs were shattered and died.
Panic spread uncontrollably.
In fact, both the Black Fleet along the coast and the Roman Guards charging head-on were baits.
The purpose is to force the Persian side to withdraw as many main forces of the Undead Army as possible and to contain this trump card that stabilizes the morale of the army.
Then, Alexander would wait for the right opportunity and lead his fellow cavalrymen to attack, break through the formation of the Persian army with absolute advantage, and complete the decapitation operation.
At this moment, the Persian veteran in charge of command and dispatch also realized this when he saw his fellow cavalry rushing towards Darius III's position with unstoppable force.
Despicable Romans!
He cursed inwardly, drew his sword and shouted:
"Where are the secret wizards and priests? Stop these barbarians!"
Upon hearing the order, the mystics in the camp hurriedly rubbed the magic lamps, squeezed out the last bit of magic power in their bodies, and set up defensive barriers. The priests chanted the words of God and barely put together an interception team composed of the fire elves Ifrit.
The war has continued to this day, and the Persian side still has an absolute advantage in military strength.
As long as we can stop the Allied Cavalry and buy some time for the vassal army to reorganize its formation and for the Undead Army to come to our rescue, the situation will be reversed.
At that time, these isolated and deep-rooted companion cavalrymen will become lambs to be slaughtered.
Generally speaking, ordinary human soldiers have no means to destroy fire elves.
After casting the spell, the mystics and priests slumped on the ground, looking toward the battlefield expectantly.
Ahead, heat waves were rolling and flames were surging.
Each Ifrit rushed towards the aggressive fellow cavalry with a heat that could burn mountains and boil seas.
Puff puff puff!
Along with the howling of the strong wind, the defense line formed by hundreds of Ifrits was torn apart, and the sparks that drifted in the wind were extinguished one by one.
The advance of tens of thousands of fellow cavalry was not hindered in the slightest. As the battle flags fluttered, the black bird totem tore through the scarlet sky. Shields formed a silver wall, and long spears like a forest pointed straight to the sky.
What’s even more terrible is that dazzling golden-red light patterns lit up one after another in the army, emitting a powerful deterrent force.
In an instant, the blood in the Persian mystics and priests ran cold, and the chill spread from the coccyx to the top of the head.
Divinity, divine patterns!
Hundreds of divine blood heroes?
All the generals in this cavalry team are divine-blood heroes, what a joke!
The Persians felt a strong sense of absurdity and their faces were full of disbelief.
But it is true.
As a commander with great charisma and the ability to judge people, his team is full of talented people:
Ptolemy I: Founder of the Ptolemaic dynasty of Egypt; built the "Lighthouse of Pharos", one of the "Seven Wonders of the World", and the most famous library "Library of Alexandria";
Seleucus I: had extensive experience in naval warfare and was the founder of the Seleucid Empire;
Hephaestion: Alexander's best friend and confidant, one of the co-commanders of the Companion Cavalry
Eumenes: Royal scribe, proficient in ancient writing, founder of the Silver Shield Corps, possesses impressive magic and martial arts skills;
Poros: He came from a foreign land and said he was the crown prince from Punjab in ancient India who drifted here...
Among them were military gods, magicians, sages, great kings, and founding kings of later dynasties. Almost every one of them was an outstanding figure in human history.
In fact, the Companion Cavalry is far more elite than that.
Their soldiers were of high quality, and most of them were from the noble families of various Greek city-states and had received systematic education.
Those who can stand out from the competition and serve as middle- and low-level commanders often have divine blood flowing in their veins and have the qualifications to become divine-blood heroes.
It was precisely because of this powerful personal army that Alexander dared to rob Thebes, which was protected by gods, as a mortal.
Even though he was beaten up in the end, the fact that the gods themselves intervened was enough to prove how elite he and his fellow cavalrymen were.
Of course, the fact that he could recruit so many outstanding soldiers was due to his identity as the son of Zeus and the good kidneys of his dead father.
——Without this Heavenly Father’s crazy sowing for thousands of years, and the certain trend he started, how could Greece have had so many high-quality descendants of gods?
"Gentlemen, glory is at hand, conquest is at hand! Charge!"
Alexander drew his sword and shouted, and his fellow cavalrymen behind him responded in unison.
The two sides joined together into a devastating torrent, heading straight for Darius III who was sitting on a war elephant.
Wherever they passed, people and horses fell to the ground, and countless people were killed and injured.
However, facing this unstoppable force, Darius III had no intention of retreating, and instead showed a hint of disdain and arrogance on his face.
As the distance got closer, Alexander's heart began to beat wildly, and an ominous premonition began to brew in his heart.
"That's enough, everyone."
A cold and solemn voice came from the Persian army. Although it was a little low, it echoed clearly in everyone's ears.
At the same time, a figure walked out from behind Darius III.
His tall body was wrapped in a golden armor that shone like the sun, his white hair fell on his shoulders like snow, and the golden sun mark on his forehead glowed with divine light, making him as solemn as a statue. His amber pupils were always as calm as an ancient well, but they contained a sharpness that could see through all hypocrisy.
He held in his palm a spear shaped like the sun. The spear was wrapped in ominous flames, and the sparks dripping from the tip of the spear melted the gravel into glass.
A golden sun slowly rose into the sky, emitting such high temperatures that the space itself was distorted.
"Remember my name, Karna..."
In mid-air, a white-haired young man in golden armor announced his name to the dying people in front of him, showing his final kindness.
Then, he thrust the gun in his hand forward, and a golden-red light burst out. The blazing flames drew a dazzling path of light and heavily bombarded the charging fellow cavalry.
God? The Persian army actually has such a hidden card?
not good!
Alexander was horrified, and he immediately accelerated the [Divine Wheel] under him, leaving his fellow cavalrymen behind him, and crashed into the golden flames falling from the sky alone.
"boom!"
When the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a crater with a diameter of 100 meters suddenly appeared on the battlefield, with corpses and armor fragments that had not been burned scattered around, and the stench of burnt protein filled the air.
At the edge of the deep pit, Alexander stood up shakily, his clothes and armor were burned, his skin was red, and the dagger in his hand was melted.
“Ahem~~”
Accompanied by a violent cough, golden blood continued to seep out from his pores, forming a thin layer of protection to offset the high temperature around him that was fatal to ordinary people.
However, the divine wheel and two flying-hoofed thunder bulls that originally belonged to him had long since disappeared.
Just now, if this divine tool hadn't blocked most of the impact for him, he would probably have died on the spot.
He actually survived?
Karna in mid-air was equally surprised.
He comes from the Indian Age of Gods and is the son of the sun god Surya. He is the protagonist of the Mahabharata, one of the two great epics of India. Although he is of demigod blood, he possesses godly power.
In terms of status, he is probably only one level lower than the "Hero King" in each era of gods.
I thought that with one blow, the unknown boy in front of me and the army of mortals behind him would be wiped out.
Unexpectedly, the opponent actually blocked his attack.
Karna showed a hint of admiration on his face, and asked in a deep voice:
"You're pretty good, what's your name?"
"Alexander!" Alexander answered proudly.
"Very good, I'll remember that."
Karna nodded, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.
In fact, as a hero of the Indian Age of Gods, his appearance in the camp of the Persian army was just an accident.
Not long ago, in order to establish merit and gain the favor of the gods, Darius III took on the task of outward expansion from the Persian Pantheon.
Because he had some self-knowledge, he not only recruited a large number of people, but also spent a considerable price to purchase a batch of Vimana light boats from the Indian Gods.
The seller was none other than King Pandu, the lord of the Kurus and Karna's stepfather.
In order to ensure the safe arrival of this batch of important materials and to befriend the Persian royal family represented by Darius III, the highly capable Karna became the escort of this batch of Vimana light boats.
Although Darius III was unqualified as a commander, as a monarch he was kind to others and often treated capable people with courtesy.
After a few visits, Karna was naturally retained in the Persian camp.
Although Darius III was very tactful, he never forced Karna to take action.
But Karna was often taken care of by the Persian crown prince, and Persia and India had already formed an alliance. When things came to this point, it was naturally impossible for him to stand idly by.
——You are just unlucky to meet me.
Karna suppressed his distracting thoughts, slowly raised the golden spear in his hand, and prepared to completely wipe out the army in front of him that posed a threat to the Persian Empire.
However, before he could make a move, a golden-red light band with a diameter of about 100 meters crossed the sky and hit him at lightning speed, blasting him into a distant hill.
"Taros, sword and shield of the empire, wake up!"
Above the sea, many scholars gritted their teeth and decisively activated the magic circle in the center of the black battleship.
Suddenly, the three black metal warships carrying the scholars twisted and turned into human shapes, standing like giant mountains in the turbulent sea.
They are hundreds of meters tall, with golden patterns flashing on every joint of their bodies, and their entire bodies are made of a mixture of bronze and mountain copper.
If Loen were here, he would be able to recognize these things at a glance.
——The bronze giant Talos.
The prototype of the Bronze Clan, its strength is second only to the Twelve Mecha Gods among many metal creations.
During the decisive battle between Atlantis and Crete, King Minos relied on such a bronze giant to block an entire deep-sea fleet.
As time passed, the Mecha clan came under the command of Loen.
The design drawings of the bronze giant Talos also fell into the hands of the Mecha clan and were mass-produced.
The three bronze giants before us, which can transform autonomously and switch freely between warships and outposts, are the latest research results of scholars and the Roman Pantheon.
"Gods won't die so easily. Continue the saturation bombing!"
"——Command confirmed, execute annihilation operation!"
A cold response came from the nearby sea, resounding around like rumbling thunder.
The three bronze giants looked towards the mountain where Karna was buried and slowly spread their arms. Thousands of densely packed light patterns lit up one after another on the bronze shell and resonated with each other.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Twelve halos of different sizes were successively constructed on the arms, legs, head, neck, back, chest and other parts of the bronze giant.
Then, like the light ring of a turret, it automatically completed the search for the enemy and focusing.
"——Gather the spirit particles, and load the divine power!"
The mechanical sound echoed again, and the twelve light wheels that appeared on the bronze giant's body reversed and sucked.
Suddenly, the spirit particles in the earth veins and the ether in the air condensed into a tangible magic tide, like a river rushing into the sea, madly converging towards the three bronze giants.
In just a moment, the veins beneath the bronze surface, which were like human blood vessels, were filled with spiritual fluid concentrated from magic factors.
The surging [Golden Blood of God] converged towards the bronze giant's chest ventricle, which served as its heart, and under the joint tuning and focusing of the twelve light wheels, it finally turned into an extremely bright stream of light and shot out.
——Ichor Cannon, fire!
In an instant, hundreds of colorful light bands crossed the vast sea, bombarding the mountain continuously.
Accompanied by explosions and roars one after another, the entire mountain was flattened and dark red magma flowed everywhere.
But even so, scholars who knew the horror of the gods did not dare to relax:
"Continue to suppress fire and prepare for landing operations!"
The three bronze giants understood what he meant, and while madly delivering firepower to the area that had become a deep pit, leaving Karna no time to react, they climbed onto the shore and walked towards the Persian camp with heavy steps.
Just as the distance between the two sides was getting closer, two streams of light, one gold and one black, flew out from the Persian camp and passed through the air at lightning speed.
The bronze giant that was hit first exploded instantly before he could even react, turning into a cloud of metal chips.
The scholars' pupils shrank as they all looked towards the top of the Persian camp. Their faces suddenly changed as they saw two figures enveloped in lightning and flames respectively.
God!
Not one, but three!
(End of this chapter)
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