Chapter 879 January War (Part 4)

Kashusi, the god of fire element, bestows every Ori warrior with a fire weapon that only burns the enemy.

Guramba, the god of the earth element, bestows each warrior with solid earth armor and the ability to ignore the weight of the armor as long as he stands on the earth.

Arkady, the god of wind element, makes their bodies lighter and more agile.

Mishakai, the god of light and healing, gave them the ability to heal themselves even if they were injured.

Compared with the Ori army, which is armed to the teeth with divine power, the Celtic army is simply a beggar group.

Even so, the Celtic warriors had their reasons for fighting.

Despite their disadvantage, their god is still watching over them. The seriousness of the world being annexed and civilization being destroyed reminds them all the time of the importance of resistance.

"Slings! Ballistas! Prepare--" The messengers who rode past at high speed shouted rudely, and the shouts spread among the Celtic army.

Seeing that the enemy is 500 meters away from you, normally, this is correct.

In this day and age, a light catapult filled with gravel would be pretty good if it could throw it hundreds of meters.

As for bows and arrows, except for special longbowmen, no one can shoot bows and arrows a hundred meters away on flat ground without magical power.

But the other party was too fast.

"Catapults... no! Archers! Prepare! No, no, no - Lancers! Shields!" The messy command orders left the soldiers completely at a loss as to what to do.

But this is not because the Celtic commander is too inexperienced, but because the Ori army is too fast and inhumane.

At first, I felt that even the catapults might not be within reach. In the blink of an eye, they were about to enter the range of bows and arrows. After that, the bows and arrows were too close, which was almost the distance for the pike team to face the impact.

This speed has completely exceeded the impact speed of the cavalry.

The next moment, endless darkness poured into the officer's consciousness, as if he was falling from the solid earth into a bottomless abyss of terror. I only feel that my body is light and light, and my vision is constantly rotating.

At the end of his life, he saw those terrifying figures in his vision, running rampant in the phalanx formed by his men. The long sword in his hand was like cutting butter, cutting his men's bodies into countless pieces including armor.

The proud Celtic military formation was instantly cut to pieces.

Four defense layers in a row, let alone achieve the purpose of consumption, can't even achieve a slight delay. The entire Celtic Supreme Temple was quiet, and I couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

They can't be on the offensive side.

The opponent gave them good location, but the defense was still not good. When the fight didn't start, I didn't feel it. Once the fight started, it didn't look like the so-called decisive battle described. It was more like an asymmetrical crushing. The only thing that could be done was to pray for the other party to end their painful suffering.

Suddenly, Dagoda discovered that the god of shadows, Kassaki, was carrying a spear carelessly and walking slowly outside the temple.

"where you go?"

Skarsage yawned and answered Dagoda without looking back: "Frontline."

"This is different from the plans I had before."

Skarsage said frivolously: "Hey, if I don't go, your defense line will be penetrated by the enemy for eight layers in one breath. Doesn't it matter?" With only one layer left, the enemy will penetrate the entire defense line. ' and 'The enemy can only penetrate the first four floors', those are two completely different concepts."

"You..." Dagoda was about to have a fit when suddenly a slender but powerful woman's palm pressed on the back of his hand.

"Skasage is right!" If it were another god, Dagoda might have slapped him, but this heroic goddess is different. She is Dagoda's lover - Celtic War Goddess Morrigan.

Her long black hair was neatly tied back and held down by the helmet. The gleaming spikes on his shoulders exude an invisible force. The simple demi-god armor is full of slashes from swords, but each mark is not deep. It is obvious that after being hit, Morrigan used her superb skills to dodge the fatal armor-piercing blow at the critical moment. .

On the lower body, in addition to the leg armor on the front, Morrigan's long and toned legs can be seen from the side and rear, which clearly contain explosive power.

At this moment, Morrigan's sharp eyes were staring at Skarsage - the sharp goddess who had been suppressing her for countless years.

Suddenly sighing, Morrigan had to admit that Skarsage was more accurate than her in judging the situation.

"Let's fight decisively, otherwise if this continues, morale will collapse before you deploy all your troops."

Dagoda was hesitant. If the whole army pressed forward now, it would be like slapping himself in the face. This is equivalent to telling his subordinates that all his arrangements for seven days were actually in vain.

Just then, an accident changed his mind.

The branches of the World Tree suddenly made a heart-wrenching sound, like the sound of a rusted metal piece being forcibly bent, which would sound unpleasant to anyone.

In the next second, every god in the nine worlds located on both sides of the offense and defense suddenly discovered that the position of their own world had changed.

It's like being on opposite ends of a scale, but the Celtic world cluster is sinking and the Ori world cluster is rising.

The expressions of the three gods Dagoda, Balor, and Nuada suddenly changed - the World Tree was actually draining the power of the defenders! ?

He immediately looked over with his divine vision. On the battlefield that was not yet over, all the divine power granted to the Ori warriors had increased. It's not that the Orui gods have increased their support for their subordinates, but that the World Tree has enhanced the power of the laws of all the Orui gods.

This is how the same thing! ?

Skarsage curled his lips: "You don't understand this? It's not that we still have five levels to break through. But we have already lost 0 to 4!"

"What? How could there be such a law!?" A powerful god below Dagoda cried out.

Skarsage said with disdain: "Idiot! The most indispensable thing on the battlefield is variables. It's not uncommon for the referee and his allies to suddenly become your enemies. What's more, Yggdrasil never said that losing a position would not happen. Punishment?"

Dagoda's face is dark.

Careless!

I am used to using strategies as much as possible and using lower costs to win victory, but I have forgotten the two concepts of courage and variability.

Fortunately, it’s not too late!

Dagoda suddenly stood up from the throne, raised the staff high, and swiped it horizontally. His powerful voice sounded throughout the entire divine realm: "We can't wait any longer! If we wait any longer, we will die! The whole army attacks -"

As if in response to Dagoda's courage to give it a try, the shape of the world's branches as the defender changed once again.

The ninth floor where the Dagotha's direct-controlled Blazing Gods and Astral Apostles troops suddenly came forward and became a defensive zone at the front.

The remaining four defense areas are surrounded by the ninth floor in a fan shape in accordance with the pattern of each of the four world gods controlling one realm. (To be continued ~^~)