Chapter 548: Battle of Tree Snake City, Divine Power Sphere, Explosion Chaos

"Praise the Lord God! He leads us on the path after death and bestows us with invincible divine power! Dedicate yourself to the Lord God in the sacred Eastern Crusade!"

The fervent prayers of the war priests sounded in front of the dispersing formation of the throwing vanguard, symbolizing the will of the gods and the king. Hundreds of pioneer warriors looked solemn, raised their heads to face the dark clouds in the sky, and prayed devoutly in unison.

"Praise the Lord God! Dedicate yourself to the Lord God!"

Then, the divine power balls were taken out from the wooden box one by one, and were held tightly in the arms of the pioneer warriors, as if they were holding gifts from the gods. The war priests shouted loudly and hoarsely.

"Light the fire! Dedicate yourself to the Lord God! Fight for the King!"

"Dedicate yourself to the Lord God! Fight for the King!"

The vanguard warriors showed their determination to die and shouted fanatically. Only the most devout warriors can obtain the honor of using the divine orb. Their voices resounded through the sky, and could be heard clearly even on the battlefield where artillery fire roared, arrows flew, and fighting continued.

"Huh? What is that?"

Cloud snake hunter Travit stood on the east wall, looking in the direction from which the call came.

I saw more than a hundred Mexica warriors in a loose formation, forming up two hundred steps away from the city wall. Behind them was a second team of warriors of the same number. In front of them were twenty war priests leading prayers. In their arms, they all held a rather heavy pottery ball. After the priests prayed, they held torches and lit them on the clay balls. Then, these strange Mexica warriors, like hares being chased by jaguars, hugged the smoking pottery balls tightly and charged desperately towards the tree snake city wall!

"Dedicate yourself to the Lord God!"

The fanatical shouts approached quickly, carrying the ominous sound of death coming. Travit pursed his lips and looked solemnly at the running warrior.

"I seem to have heard of smoking pottery balls somewhere. They are."

Thinking of this, Travitt's expression suddenly changed. He immediately took out his big bow, aimed at the enemy who was running towards him, and shouted sharply.

"Quick! Quick! Shoot them!"

"Whizzing!"

The enemy charges extremely fast and in an extremely loose formation. The cloud snake hunter shot two arrows in a row before killing a pioneer warrior near the city wall.

The smoking pottery ball fell from the warrior's hand and rolled out of the city wall. The nearby bronze-armored archers immediately retreated, looking nervous and panicked. Most of the vanguard warriors have already arrived at the foot of the city wall. They quickly climbed up the ladder. Before they reached the top of the city, a warrior held a pottery ball high and threw it against the city wall.

"Hiss."

The pottery ball rolled down at the top of the city, neighing slightly, and landed at the feet of the crowded defenders. A pottery ball emitted light smoke and landed not far in front of Travitt. The brave cloud snake hunter felt alarmed and immediately took a few steps back, directly grabbing a city-state militiaman and blocking him in front of him.

".hiss."

There was a moment of silence, as if even the wind had stopped. Then, comes the destruction!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!."

A terrible explosion suddenly erupted on the east wall, forming a thunder that shook the world. More than thirty pottery caltrops exploded at the top of the city, igniting a large flame and emitting acrid black smoke. Balls of fire ignited on the top of the city, and sharp pottery shards flew like blades! Within two steps, whether they were leather-armored warriors or civilian militiamen, they would all die instantly!

"boom!."

The sound of the explosion came so close that it hit the ears, making people dizzy. The smell of the volcano hit your nostrils, pungent and extremely hot.

Travette was shaken by the sound, his feet were trembling and he was unsteady on his feet. He sat down directly on the ground, even holding his hands on the ground, coughing repeatedly. After a few breaths, he came to his senses slightly and felt his hands were wet and hot. When he reluctantly raised his eyes, he saw that his hands were full of bright red!

"O cloud snake! Protect me!"

The brave cloud snake hunter's heart trembled and a chill ran down his spine. If you are killed by such a demonic weapon, there will be no glory at all. You don't even know whether your soul will fly to the Kingdom of God or be dragged down to the abyss! He immediately groped repeatedly on his body but found no serious wounds. He looked carefully and saw that it was the militiaman who had just stood in front of him. His neck was scratched by flying pottery fragments. He was bleeding profusely and he could see that he was dead.

"Um?"

On the hillock, King Avit frowned, looking at the panic-stricken city, his expression showing dissatisfaction. He had been paying attention to the throwing of the Pioneer Warrior, but the explosion just now.

"Why don't most of the caltrops explode?!"

The guards on the left and right looked at each other in confusion, and no one answered for a moment. After more than ten breaths, the war priest accompanying the army knelt on the ground and confessed to the king in fear.

"Your Majesty! The divine power ball uses the power of earth, fire and death! Craftsmen extract the essence of the dead from the abyss of the earth, and then ignite it with flames to attract the attention of the volcanic god of death. However, it is the humid rainy season now, and the rain god is in charge Touching everything between heaven and earth, he suppressed the power of the volcanic god of death, weakening the power of the explosion and even causing a misfire."

After hearing the priest's explanation, Avitt nodded, his expression calming down a little. He looked at the front of the formation, where the second team of one hundred vanguard warriors were shouting the slogans of the gods and launching a desperate charge! The warriors boarded the city first and once again threw this powerful but extremely unstable divine power ball.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!."

A thunderous explosion exploded at the top of the city again, bringing roar, flames, smoke and death!

Most of the divine power balls were silent in the rainy season, quietly resting at the feet of the defenders, spreading unknown terror. Some divine power balls exploded prematurely, directly blowing the pioneer warriors holding the pottery balls into pieces of rags. However, even if only one-third of the divine power balls exploded among the defenders on the city wall, it would be enough to destroy the remaining morale of the defenders and break the shaky hearts of the people!

Because, in these days of cruel sieges, the defenders of the Tree Snake City had already reached their limit, and only the last thunderbolt was left!

"Ah! It's the thunderbolt of the god of war! The god of war has come to destroy us!"

"God of hunting! I beg you, give me divine power and save us!"

"No, no! This is the demon of the underground volcano!"

The Tlaxcalans also believed in gods and feared demons. Faced with such an unknown and mysterious power, the warriors and militia on the city wall suddenly fell into complete panic. The chaotic and fearful shouts intertwined everywhere, like the crowds running and colliding on the city wall, all in chaos. The sharper sound was the hysterical, horrified howl after the complete collapse!

"Ah! Ah!"

"What on earth is this?"

On the towering pyramid temple, the expression of the tree snake city lord Ocot changed drastically, and he looked at the chaos on the east wall in panic. At this critical moment of the siege, such chaos was enough to destroy the entire city-state. His hands and feet trembled, and he shouted in a sharp voice, shouting orders to his guards.

"Quick! Quick! Let the cloud snake priests go up to the city and calm the people!"

"Okay! It's time!"

On the southeast hill, under the banner of the evil spirit commander, King Avit no longer waited. Without hesitation, he waved the flag in his hand, pointed at the east wall, and shouted loudly.

"Bless the Lord! My eagle warriors! Go, take this city for me, take the capital of the Tlaxcalans, and win the greatest glory in the Eastern Expedition!"

"Bless the Lord! Praise my king! Roar!"

One thousand of the most elite eagle warriors of the alliance have been lined up on the side and prepared for a long time. They all wore heavy cloth armor weighing more than 40 kilograms, held large shields and short axes, and wore bronze helmets with eagle feathers, which made them particularly eye-catching. At this moment, they shouted in unison and deep, like an indestructible torrent, charging towards the top of the city!