Act 482 Power

The winter sun suddenly dimmed slightly, and there was a whistle from the upper level of the tree canopy, as if countless birds were flapping their wings. The young hunter subconsciously raised his head and saw countless silhouettes of intertwined lights and shadows flying past his head. He opened his eyes sluggishly. Mouth. ()

"Flying...Pegasus!?"

"It's the Wind Rider, those damn retarded people are finished!" Oldham complained loudly: "But I didn't see anything!"

"But they are in heaven!"

"I don't know, I only see darkness!" the dwarf master replied angrily.

The young man quickly straightened the dwarf's heavy helmet. "Oh!" Odum exclaimed, "Oh my God, I didn't notice this problem. Maybe I was too anxious. Thank you very much!"

"Hahaha, idiot dwarf!" Feini's teasing came from far away, and the elf girl burst out laughing.

"Ah, damn little girl!" Oldham was so angry that he blew his beard: "Just wait, I will make you look good."

"Giggle, you can't beat me, dear Mr. Oldham."

The young man carefully avoided the center of the two people. He raised his head and looked at the battle taking place in the sky.

"Valkyrie Guards!"

In Valhalla, most people hid in their houses or temporary shelters. The workshops and shops on the street have also been closed, but everyone is hiding behind the doors and windows, silently watching this war that is related to their future.

But the moment the female knights appeared on the canopy, there was a small cheer behind the entire city.

Shikodi and Shijiagul stood proudly on the heroic war horses burning with white flames. The spears in their hands shone with the silver light in the poem. Behind the winged helmets, their long golden hair braided was flying in the wind. They held small bucklers, and behind them were hundreds of their sisters.

Heroic female warriors from ancient times, Odin’s Valkyries.

Shikodi's indifferent eyes patrolled the battlefield, when she noticed the army of nightmare insects coming towards her. A hint of contempt flashed through his lapis lazuli eyes.

"Sisters!" She pointed her spear at the opponents who were not in formation, and shouted in a majestic voice: "For Valhalla, for the Hall of Valor, charge -!"

Streams of silver light poured down from the sky. The nightmare insect army, hindered by Feini's premeditated use of slowness and gravity, was unable to organize an effective defense, not to mention that they were not stronger than their opponents in terms of individual strength.

In the era of possessing the Mother Insect, the Nightmare Insect was still the most powerful existence in the army of dusk, but that era was buried with the glorious era of the gods. Gone long ago.

The attack arrows of the Valkyries seemed to be sharp blades, passing directly through the army.

The nightmare insects fell down like rain.

"Victory!"

The people in Valhalla screamed with excitement.

The hunter boy on the top of the city was also screaming. He cheered, and behind him, his father watched the scene silently, but there was a slight ripple in his heart.

He couldn't help but recall his boyhood. At that time, Eruin had two real heroes. Everyone has a hope of revival in their hearts. Under the leadership of the two adults, everything seems to be so beautiful.

The sweat on Baron Dalle's face gathered into streams, and the streams formed into small rivers. His face was as pale as a piece of paper, and he turned back to look at Hollis with pleading eyes, but the wizards didn't even look at him.

Hollis was extremely disappointed with this person. He no longer expected the Nightmare Worm to play any role. His opponents actually had so many Valkyries, which they had not expected beforehand.

And more importantly, the fortress looked intact. The colleagues who were previously sent to carry out sabotage missions are probably in danger.

He did not expect that the battle would turn into the current scene. There was no doubt that this battle had fallen into a bitter battle. The only advantage now was the army of crystal clusters on the ground.

If the rumors are correct, the Tonigels, whether they are the White Lion Guards, the cavemen, or the centaur warriors, are far from being the opponents of the crystal clusters.

He looked up.

Valhalla's canopy is slowly opening. A huge spherical cavity appeared within the outstretched branches and leaves. The strong wind on the top of the tree blew by, and thousands of sails shone with sparkling silver light.

That was the fleet of the Tonigels.

That fleet was so powerful that even Hollis found it difficult. Its flagship was once the capital ship and command ship of the Carnage floating fleet. The Carnage people simply gave their spare fleet directly to Tony Geer. people. This is the opponent's only power on the battlefield that can determine the outcome of the battle, and its use must be restricted.

He snapped his fingers, and a small magic circle appeared not far from him. A respectful voice came from the slowly rotating disk-shaped magic array: "Dear Lord Hollis, Gonzalez is waiting for your order."

"Expand your fleet and seize the upper hand."

"As you command, may the light of knowledge be with you, sir, and bless us to defeat these country bumpkins easily. Please wait and see."

"Be careful. Your opponent is not as weak as you think. I ask you not to take the initiative to attack. Try to contain the opponent within the effective range and expose the flanks of the Tonigel people."

"As you wish, my lord."

Hollis nodded with satisfaction. Although the Bansians were also mortals, they had voluntarily become vassals of the Sasards for many years, and they were much easier to use than these barbarian people.

At least they understand the importance of obedience and discipline.

The two huge silver fleets in the sky are each looking for their best position. The Sasardian fleet is obviously much more advantageous. They arrived at the battlefield first and deployed their formation first, while the Tonigel fleet But they were still slowly leaving the port in formation.

"Huh?"

Hollis was suddenly startled.

He saw the fleet of the Tonigels attacking in threes and threes, flying around the port like swimming fish. This was a classic ground attack formation in the naval tactics of the Buga people.

They were clearly still within the strike range of their own fleet, yet they simply ignored the threat above their heads?

"Are the Tonigalls crazy?" This thought flashed through Hollis's mind.

The next moment, the Tonigar fleet opened fire with a volley.

Magic and artillery shells swept across the battlefield like a hurricane, causing a devastating blow to the marching army on the ground. Hundreds of crystal cluster beasts were wiped out in this wave of volleys.

"No!" Baron Dalle's face almost twisted. He rushed up and grabbed Hollis's arm: "What is your fleet doing? Stop them quickly!"

Hollis threw this guy away and locked him in mid-air with a spell: "Shut up, I know what to do, you damn fool!"

In fact, there was no need for him to issue orders. As an experienced captain, Gonzalez would never give up this golden opportunity. The Tonigel fleet formed a flashing rhombus in the sky, with almost all of their muzzles pointed at the ground. No one would show mercy to opponents who would not fight back.

"Open all cannon doors!"

"Let all the wizard apprentices get on the deck!"

Gonzalez held a cigarette butt in his mouth, walked directly onto the deck, and issued orders to the entire fleet through the magic communication circle.

He picked up his pocket watch, pointed at the ticking hands, and said loudly: "I'll give you three minutes to complete the volley preparations within three minutes!"

The Sasardian fleet turned slowly, revealing a neat battle line. Dozens of frigates turned sideways with the leading main battleship. The sailors opened gun doors one after another, revealing countless black holes. of the hole.

Magic cannons are being pushed up one by one, and the enchanted ballistae on the deck have also adjusted their directions. War-ready wizards are standing at each magic position, and the crystals on the heads of their staffs are shining dazzlingly. of brilliance.

"time up!"

“Fire—”

A wall of clouds seemed to rise above the sky. Fire flickered between the clouds, and countless artillery fire and magic suddenly broke through the rolling smoke clouds, forming streaks of silver light that connected to the Tonigel fleet that was continuously descending under the canopy of Valhalla.

Then a deafening roar filled the sky.

But the artillery fire did not hit the Tonigar fleet.

A light green light barrier slowly unfolded from the entire canopy of Valhalla, "The fortress defense system was deployed, preparing to withstand the first wave of attacks. When the attack arrived, the energy returned to 13.11...12.07...11.9...10.0 %, the magic reaction ends, and the loss report is recalculated."

A dazzling flash of light erupted above the light barrier, but after the explosion of magic and artillery fire, the smoke slowly dispersed - Valhalla stood still, and the silver fleet under its protection stood still.

"Hahahaha, they are no match for us at all!" Monica rolled on the crystal console excitedly. She waved her fist at the calm-looking girl and screamed: "You are great, Valhalla!"

The girl just compiled the damage report of Valhalla with an expressionless face, which was a piece of snow-white paper.

On top of the city, the young man looked pale and held his chest, but at the last moment, he let out a long breath. This time, he didn't scream or shout excitedly, but suddenly calmly put down his hands, and in his hands - clenched his fists.

At that moment, the young man seemed to have something in his heart, something he had never imagined before.

He finally saw it, that was Eruin's power.

In mid-air, the wizards were silent.

The entire Sasardian fleet was silent for a moment, and they even forgot about the second round of shooting.

Hollis watched this scene with a sinking face. He slowly stretched out his hand, and a ruby-like staff emerged out of thin air and appeared in the palm of his long, snow-white hand.

"I should have known this. This is the real power of the Holy War Fortress -" He turned around and glanced at his colleagues one by one: "Follow me, it's time for us to go on stage, let the mortals see Sasha The true power of the Sardes.”

…(To be continued.)

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