Chapter 143 "Faith"

Before the master alchemist woke up, there was a roar from inside the ruined pit, which shook people's eardrums.

The sound penetrated the cracks in the broken rocks, engulfing the dust flying in the sky, forming waves round after round.

The giant beasts were like soldiers who had heard the command to charge, their slow speed suddenly increased, and they began to rush towards the wall.

What's more terrible is that these giant beasts grabbed the huge gravel on the ground and threw it "lightly" towards Luta City.

Every time the giant throws, it will always kill countless ants.

At this time, the soldiers of the Tariq Legion were like a group of panicked ants. When they raised their heads slightly, they could see hundreds of boulders with a diameter of four to five meters, or even more than ten or twenty meters.

The shadow of the boulder enveloped them in an instant, giving them great pressure.

"Get away!"

"Shieldman!"

"Don't mess up!"

Some poorly trained soldiers chose to dodge in panic, and some soldiers chose to step forward with shields.

The middle-level officers kept gathering soldiers to try to fight against the meteorite. The shieldmen wearing heavy armor and holding heavy shields needed to be careful of the stones in the sky while resisting the zombie beasts.

A small team was besieged by several zombie beasts, when a huge stone with a diameter of five meters fell from the sky.

"defense!"

The ten commander raised his sword and pointed at the boulder that was already close at hand, screaming loudly and emotionally.

The three shieldmen in the team turned their heads and saw the huge boulder, gritted their teeth and pressed forward, and only had time to step up and raise their shields. The three of them were thrown upside down by the boulder and flew tens of meters.

They fell to the ground, and after a while, they slowed down and propped up their upper bodies to try to get up, but in the end, due to the exhaustion of both physical strength and magic power, they collapsed on the ground again, allowing their companions to pass by their side, and the passing zombie beasts to kick them.

Such scenes are not uncommon. The boulders thrown by the Giant Beast Gate are like a large-scale magic attack by the spells, attacking the battlefield indiscriminately, and dealt a heavy blow to the defenders.

Tariq's eyes were tearing apart, he was a real person, and he couldn't see his men being slaughtered without resistance.

Even if the soldiers killed monsters that were many times larger than himself, he still couldn't beat him.

The magic power in his body erupted like a surge, and Tarik's body surface was covered with a layer of fierce golden light, and he rushed to the front of the soldiers with a warhammer in his hand.

Sometimes, human generals will also charge, which can boost morale and save the defeat.

Tarek, who had exploded with full strength, exuded a terrifying aura of an extraordinary top powerhouse. The huge warhammer in his hand lingered with magic power. The attacks he swung were not solid impacts, but long-range shock waves one after another.

A shock that twisted the air flew out of the warhammer, causing a roar and tearing effect like a supersonic fighter, and hit a stitched monster with a height of nearly ten meters.

The huge impact attached to the attack directly smashed the zombie beast into blood foam, the effect was like an animal hit by a tank shell head-on.

The nearby soldiers were soaked in black and smelly blood, instead of being annoyed, they cheered excitedly, and their movements became more violent!

Tariq was like a god of war. In just one minute of rushing into the battlefield, he swung his hammer and killed dozens of monsters with a stature of at least five meters.

After seeing his invincible posture, the surrounding soldiers all revived their fighting spirit, cooperated with the war weapons in the rear, and chopped off the heads of the monsters who tried to attack Luta City!

The battlefield was full of smoke and dust, and the shouts of killing shook the sky, but there was a dead silence in the city of Luta.

In the banquet hall of the high tower, many nobles were cowering like mice. Whenever a huge boulder flew a thousand meters away and hit the shield of Luta City with a loud noise, their heads would shrink slightly.

They rolled their eyes and looked at the top of their heads with beating hearts, for fear that the shield would suddenly disappear, and those huge stones would just fall down like that, smashing them into meatloaf!

Compared with these aristocrats who are greedy for life and fear of death, the ordinary people in the city who have no information channels from the beginning are even more at a loss.

They can hear the movement outside, and they can also stand on the roof and see the huge monster slowly approaching in the distance.

Hesitation in the heart, after the initial hysteria, now they are numb. The voice was hoarse, and the body couldn't lift up. The boulder smashed on the shield seemed to be a tool to remind them of the beating of their hearts.

Tariq, who was killing all directions on the battlefield, waited and waited, but still did not wait for the signal. No matter how fast the killing speed was, it could not match the huge number of enemy troops.

What's more, it was extremely difficult for him to deal with those giant beasts that were pacing.

Whenever it was critical, Tariq always had to admit that those mages who usually thought highly of themselves could indeed solve the problem.

A green flag suddenly rose on the wall of Luta City. Seeing this flag, Tariq finally breathed a sigh of relief, cleaned up the surrounding monsters, and prepared to return to the wall.

The appearance of the green flag means that the master alchemist has been awakened.

drop!

tick!

Suddenly, a layer of drizzle fell from the sky, and the drizzle covered the entire battlefield.

"Huh? This is..."

Tariq turned around and walked towards Luta City, before taking a few steps, his body stopped in place, the lines left by the weather-beaten face were pulled together, and he looked up at the sky.

In the sky, besides the huge boulders flying around and the monsters that were thrown far away, there was also a hovering pure white goshawk.

The goshawk hovered and danced among the green mist, and the sudden drizzle fell from the light green mist.

The drizzle of pure life energy sprinkled on the battlefield, and all soldiers marked as targets received the favor from Xiang En.

The tired body has been slightly relieved, the depleted mana is slowly being replenished, and the festering wound is also recovering.

The "tiredness" that knocked down the soldiers was wiped out by the rain. They got up from the ground one by one, raised their heads, and stared at the white birds circling in the sky.

The pure white that appears on the cruel battlefield is like the unbelievers seeing the real gods, amazed by heaven and man, and can't even restrain all kinds of sadness and worship in their hearts.

There are no gods in the Austin Empire, because there has never been a concept of gods in this world. People themselves can do miracles that change the world. They only worship the strong, or the stars from the void.

The sun that shines on the earth is regarded as their belief.

But today, the soldiers of the Tariq Legion have gained a new belief that it is not a single person, but a sudden salvation in adversity.

The pure white goshawk hovering in the sky left a brand in the hearts of every soldier.

After a moment of silence, the noise of the battlefield filled everyone's eardrums again.

The soldiers who regained their morale continued to kill the enemy and continued to receive spell buffs.

In the manor tens of kilometers away from the battlefield, Xiang En's complexion was a little pale, and he sat slumped on the ground, with two working magic eye totems stuck beside him.

The gold-level spell that covered the entire battlefield drained all the magic power from him in an instant, and he felt a strong sense of emptiness as if he had done it more than a dozen times a night.

However, the effect is very gratifying. The Tarik Legion, which was tortured to death by the boulder and the airborne soldiers, regained some vitality.

After he recovers a bit, he will be able to figure out the specific effect of auxiliary spells in legion battles?

I will continue to write, I am waiting for the arrival of May, and there will be full attendance in May.

It is estimated that it will be finished after writing in May. I thought of a very interesting idea, so I will not talk about it.

I have been exercising for 12 days, and I feel good. I have also read serious books for five days, and I have a lot of insights into writing books.

I'm so high!