Chapter 626

"This is unreasonable..."

Watching the summoning with the minimum resources, golden light flashed on the altar, and elite envoys with full armed and murderous aura and great combat power came down one by one. The senior white-faced summoner Kabala felt that there was something wrong with his eyes or brain.

Or, there was something wrong with both.

Kabala thought about it with his intelligence of about 14 to 15 according to Sui's classification method, and felt that it seemed that there might be something wrong with both.

So he was relieved.

"Illusion, it's all illusion, it can't fool me!"

He muttered so and continued to summon.

Compared with the other colleagues with dull eyes, his reaction was undoubtedly the most calm and calm, so that more than one elite envoy cast a look of approval on him.

Well, it was just a look of approval. They were very busy now, and they had no time to talk to this guy who was obviously a bit dark but was called a white-faced guy in detail.

Just as they estimated in the Kingdom of God, the current situation is indeed very urgent.

Four against six, two of whom are injured. In such an unfavorable situation, even the incarnation of the gods can't save the situation.

Oh, now it's not four against six, it's two against five. The two injured saints have sacrificed themselves, and what they got in return is only the life of the berserker.

Among the remaining five legendary masters of the Church of the God of Nobility, the old, middle-aged and young trio and the space mage are in good condition, and they are not even injured at all. The tall and thin old ranger was slightly injured, but it was not serious and would not affect the combat effectiveness.

Even if the last two saints were basically not injured and still maintained a relatively complete combat effectiveness, the situation was extremely bad with two against five, and they were about to collapse.

If the two saints hadn't dragged the most fierce berserker to death together, slightly deterring the enemy and making them dare not fight too fiercely, and not seeking merit in the battle before seeking no mistakes, I'm afraid the last two saints would have been killed long ago.

This is the result of the battle with the containment of the gods and the support of artillery fire. If not... you can imagine what would happen.

As a price, the light cruisers and destroyers responsible for the frontal containment have been lost, and even the battleships have been sent by the lion to help disperse the firepower and block the guns. If not, the battle would have ended long ago.

Lion is currently standing not far from the battle circle, his face is as gloomy as water, his hands tightly holding the scepter, and it can be seen that he is hesitating.

As one of the only two fantasy-level gods, her combat effectiveness is unquestionable. If she also participates in the battle, she can at least be equal to a legendary strongman, and if she works harder, she may be able to be equal to one and a half.

But this is the limit. Compared with her value as a commander, her value as a warrior is obviously inferior.

However, as a soldier, it is difficult for Lion to accept the situation that his colleagues are fighting desperately, and he can only stand by when he is obviously able to help. It’s okay to be powerless, but she can do nothing when she can do something. This feeling makes her very depressed.

So when she saw those elite envoys coming, she smiled very happily.

Even during the exercise, the "alliance camp" she represented and the "axis camp" represented by the other side were always fighting fiercely, and she was sunk by someone on the other side more than once, but at this time, seeing these reliable partners coming was like giving her a shot of adrenaline, which made her mood calm again.

"How to fight?" Before arriving at the battlefield, a girl with a completely different style of dress from her companions, with blond hair and white skin, shouted, "Fantasy class, tactical command, hurry!"

Although her main task in the exercise war was to rely on high-speed search lions to hinder their command and sink them if there was a chance, but the exercise was an exercise after all, and everyone knew that in the real battle, this fantasy class was still very reliable as a commander.

So when she opened her mouth, she asked about tactics.

"What tactics are needed..." Shi said with a smile, "Just charge up and beat them down."

"I like this tactic, it's super crossbow-level!"

"I like it too, just understand!"

The girls shouted with laughter, and one by one they increased their speed to the fastest, all weapons were deployed, pouring out fierce artillery fire, while taking out their own melee weapons, whistling towards the enemy.

In just a moment, the battle situation reversed.

Even though the elite gods were somewhat weakened due to the summoning, they were all real legendary strongmen, and had participated in large-scale battles of the gods' legions more than once. They usually practiced when they had nothing to do. Throughout the year, at least half a year was spent in battle, and they had extremely rich combat experience. They immediately grasped the extent of their weakening, and then formed combat teams according to their own habits, and found different opponents respectively.

At this time, the difference between "professional" and "amateur" can be seen. When the old, middle-aged and young trio saw that the situation was not right, they immediately formed a triangle camp and hurriedly retreated; but the space mage and the tall and thin ranger were a little slower and were left in front of them.

The two remaining saints had no intention of chasing them, and immediately entangled the two men. The elite gods who followed them also quickly joined in, forming a solid encirclement.

"What should we do?" The young man in the old, middle-aged and young trio frowned and asked.

"Retreat! Go to our saints!" The middle-aged man said without hesitation.

So they withdrew without any loyalty, leaving only the angry tall and thin ranger and space mage struggling to hold on.

After a while, the tall and thin old man finally couldn't hold on and was hit by several gods at the same time. He didn't even have time to scream, and his body turned into a pile of tragic appearances that needed mosaics in children's movies.

Seeing this scene, the space mage, who had been stopped several times in his attempts to escape, finally gave up and shouted: "I surrender!"

It was really fortunate that she shouted in time, a bright sword had already been attached to her neck from behind, and she was just a little bit away from beheading her.

Feeling the cold and sharp breath on her neck, the space mage's face was pale, and her body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

But a smile appeared on her face.

Since the knife didn't cut it off, her life was saved.

As for whether the act of surrender would offend Her Majesty the Noble Lady... She was just a mercenary after all. Although she had been employed by the Noble Lady Church for more than a hundred years, she was not a member of the church after all. At best, she was a guest official.

Guest official or something... Isn't it just to keep a distance so that you can turn around in time when needed!

"I really surrender!" In order to prevent accidents, she emphasized again, "If you need me, I can turn sides immediately... Just take the knife off my neck."

The girl with twin ponytails holding the super long sword hesitated for a moment, sighed, turned the long sword, and put it back into the scabbard.

"We accept your surrender." Orian, who was supported and walked over, said with a smile, "But please show your sincerity."

Because of her serious injuries, her face was as pale as paper, but she smiled very happily.