Chapter 150 This Is the War Between the Bosses

With more than 10,000 soldiers, there are no borders.

With more than 100,000 soldiers, the land is stretched to the sky.

There were more than 40,000 to 50,000 people from the Magic Council, the Church of the Lord of Glory, the Norman Earl's coalition forces, and the Midland County army, strangled into two battle groups on both sides of the Dove River.

Cavalry, infantry, catapults, archers and crossbowmen, and spell caster teams advanced and retreated to attack and defend, entangled endlessly.

Sometimes you take a step forward, sometimes I take a step forward, and the dust and shouts of death roll up from the ground to the sky.

Gretel looked down from the airship and thought he saw several giant dragons rolling on the ground, roaring and tearing, and their scales flying.

When dragons fight in the wild, their blood is black and yellow.

"What did you see?"

Suddenly someone next to me asked a question.

Gretel turned around and stood up quickly: the person who asked him the question was one of the three archmages who stepped out of the airship this morning, the one who stepped on the strange shiny thing. He did not dare to neglect and answered immediately:

"Our army has the upper hand."

"oh?"

"The Lord of Glory originally planned to take advantage of the unpreparedness of the coalition forces and take a bite from behind. If it were bitten by it, the coalition forces would be in chaos and the battle would be over." Gretel quickly glanced below:

Although half of the coalition forces had crossed over, the layers of ditches, deer wood, and shield warriors had firmly withstood the surprise attack of the Lord of Glory. The black flag painted with lightning struck several times, but the fortress remained motionless, firmly blocking the church's coalition forces.

"Then, the Magic Council's army blocks their retreat. As long as both sides work together, they can win."

"If you don't count yourself as an extraordinary person, it's pretty much the same." The questioner nodded slightly:

"But do you know how many extraordinary beings above level 10 are there in this war?"

"Earl Norman, level 12, the high priest of the Spring Temple is level 11," Grete tried hard to search his memory: "Elder Heath seems to be level 10, and the others... uh..."

"Those who are taught by the Lord of Glory, Lucerne who is chasing you today is the deputy chief referee of the tribunal, level 13."

The old magician replied leisurely. As he spoke, he stroked a little bird lovingly. The little bird pecked at his hand affectionately. Gretel looked carefully and saw that the back of the little bird did not seem to have feathers, but scales with metallic luster:

"The great knights of the Knights should be on the same level as him. The cardinal leading the team will be one level higher. As usual, there will be a dervish to hold the line. Of course, our Carlisle here is also level 14, so he is not inferior to them. .”

Grete nodded confusedly. Until now, he has never seen a master above level 10 attack with all his strength, and has no idea at all. The old magician glanced at him and didn't intend to explain more. He just pointed downwards:

"here we go."

The last syllable was still lingering in the room, and the airship suddenly jolted and sank heavily. Gretel was thrown upwards and almost hit the roof of the cabin.

Bernard rushed over and grabbed him. Two steps away, the oval hatch suddenly opened, blowing in the howling wind. Grete's breath suddenly froze as a cold wind blew in his face, causing him to close his eyes tightly.

A gentle force pushed him into his seat. When Grete opened his eyes again, the old magician had already stepped out of the hatch and walked away.

Why doesn't this airship have seat belts?

Grete complained secretly, but he also knew that people who were qualified to ride in this airship probably didn't need seat belts at all. He rushed to the window and looked. Above the Church of the Lord of Glory in the distance, three people, one in white robe, one in red robe, and one in black robe, flew side by side, arranged in a zigzag pattern.

The man in red robe is holding a big book in both hands, lowering his head slightly. The man in white robe on the left is holding a ball, and the man in black robe on the right is holding a sword tightly. The three of them were exactly the same, half kneeling in the air, and soft voices echoed layer by layer:

“My Lord, may your holy name be magnified;

May your kingdom come;

Please forgive us our sins as we forgive others..."

On the ground, the church army prayed in unison. The sound became louder and louder, as if it filled the whole space between heaven and earth, and the white light above and below also became one. The man in red raised his right hand high and pressed it down. The white light suddenly fell down and pressed towards the opposite military formation like a mountain.

"For the glory of the God of War!"

"For the mercy of the goddess!"

"For nature!"

Three shouts were raised.

A puff of water-blue light, a black-red light that condensed the taste of iron and blood, and a cluster of vigorous green light each rose up, struggling to hold up.

However, compared to the white light on the opposite side, the foundations of the three colored lights are intertwined and appear a bit scattered. It didn't last long before it was pressed down inch by inch.

How is the teacher?

How is the bald bishop doing?

Grete pressed her forehead against the porthole and held her breath. In his panic, he didn't even realize that what the white light suppressed was not the coalition forces of the Norman Earls, but the new Magic Council army that had joined the battlefield. The teacher, the bald bishop, and the comrades he cared about were not under the white light at all.

The water-blue light became lower and lower, and finally collapsed, and the iron-blood light and green light were gradually suppressed to the bottom. At this moment, a thin tornado roared, rotated, and rose from the ground!

The tornado broke through the water.

The first time it rotated, it grew by one circle and one-tenth of the height; the second time it rotated, it grew by one circle; Gretel only took three or five breaths, and the tornado had grown to the same height as the ship's mast. At the same time, it sucked up an unknown amount of river water.

Grete glanced at the river bank in his busy schedule, and saw that the water level of the Dove River dropped dramatically, revealing a wet river bank.

Immediately afterwards, the river water rotated with the tornado and condensed into thin ice blades in the wind. Wind knives and ice swords cut around the fleet of the Lord of Glory Church at high speed, one circle, two circles...

The whirlwind gradually added a heart-wrenching creaking sound, the deck was broken, the hull was damaged, and the mast fell!

If the boat is gone, there is no way to go home!

The church army was momentarily panicked. The Holy Knights in the center of the formation can still maintain their position, and the white light above the royal army and the local lords' army has begun to fluctuate slightly. With this movement, the emerald green light that was pressed to the ground suddenly raised its head like green grass sprouting.

The three high-ranking priests who led the magic made a prompt decision. The man in white robe held the ball to his chest, and the man in black robe raised his sword high. The mountain-like white light suddenly condensed and took on the shape of a long sword, which fell forward as the man in black robe moved.

The sky is torn apart.

The long sword pointed at the sky, and a hole was pierced in the sky covered with dark clouds; the tip of the sword moved, and the dark clouds in the sky were cut to pieces; at the moment when the long sword fell, the light saber carried with it, Already the prestige of the entire sky——

And this sword, this bright lightsaber, was actually facing the airship, slashing towards Gretel's face!

That look lit up Grete's eyes. He didn't have time to react - it was useless to do so - in his field of vision, a small black shadow shot out like an arrow, flying farther and farther, but growing bigger and bigger, becoming as big as a fist, as big as a basketball, and as big as a carriage. Big, big house...

From Gretel's perspective, it was a bird, or something that looked like a bird. At least Gretel had never seen metal scales on the bird's back. The thing that looked like a bird spread its wings and rushed towards the lightsaber. It pecked it with its beak, flapped its wings, and tore it with its claws, fighting with all its strength.

Amidst the sour sound, the lightsaber sank into the bird's body inch by inch, and was cut in half from the top of its head to its tail.

There was a loud bang.

The bird disintegrated in the air, and the steel sheets, springs, screws... exploded all over the sky, and the airship's shell received several blows. The nearest one hit the side of the porthole. If it was only two inches away, it would have smashed through the porthole, leaving Grete with a nasty hit.

Even so, this alchemical bird has completed its mission. Above Gretel's head, that is, from the top of the airship, a piece of golden light flew out again, resisting the lightsaber that had shrunk by 70%.

In the underground battle group, the three-color brilliance of aqua blue, black red, and emerald green rose again, intertwined with the colorful magic light. The blessed Magic Council troops shouted in unison and pressed against the opposing military formation like an iron wall!

The sun is gradually tilting. Grete looked down at the river through the porthole, and he didn't know whether the river was dyed red by the setting sun or by the blood of the dead or injured soldiers who fell into the river.

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