Chapter 447 Painful Price

Among the many blood-colored stars, a giant beast roamed the war field, with ferocious horns on its head, a hateful and terrifying face, and dusk in its mouth, reflecting the brilliant golden light.

"Damn humans, I have returned again after bathing in the light of God!"

The giant beast roared. Although his huge body seemed so small under the dazzling golden sun, the half-kings on the city wall were dignified and did not dare to underestimate him.

"I didn't expect that the king of beasts, Musa Kalim, would be resurrected. Is this the power of God?"

Marcel muttered to himself, looking at the golden sun hanging high in the sky with extremely shocked eyes.

A spiritual force came from the wizard tower in the city. The wizard reminded in a heavy tone: "Generals, the kingdom of God has been opened. The orcs have increased their strength under the baptism of the power of God. There are thousands of half-king orcs within the observation range of the wizard tower."

"What?!"

Marcel and others changed their faces.

The current orc army is the real army of God. Even the weakest orc believers have transformed to the epic level.

There are thousands of half-king orcs.

It is simply a foolish dream to want to fight against the army of God with the power of the empire.

Marcel gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat!"

The Fengyang Empire is the land of the righteous gods. The orc army cannot invade too deeply. However, in this way, the three major barriers will be handed over to the orcs, and the continental passage between the empire and Nanjiang will be cut off.

After that, whether it is counterattacking the Orc Empire or supporting Nanjiang, it will cost a heavier price than before.

Thinking more carefully, Nanjiang has no ability to resist the army of God. Their retreat is equivalent to giving up Nanjiang as an ally, making the entire Nanjiang the back garden of the Orc Empire.

Marcel led the kings to retreat to the north gate. He sighed in his heart: "General Conis is gone. Everything here can only be decided by me."

"I hope what your highness said is true, otherwise if I retreat like this, I will become a sinner of the empire and even the entire continent."

The last batch of 100 people gathered at the north gate. Marcel looked at the master of the wizard tower in the team.

"Joel, the fuse is confirmed to be OK."

The wizard named Joel shook his head, "General, don't worry. In order to prevent accidents, I set up three mental fuses in the underground warehouse. I will only wait for the orc army to enter the city and then detonate them."

"Very good."

Marcel waved his hand and flew out of the rampart city with the team and flew to the second rampart.

In the sky, Joel took out a staff inlaid with many gems, injected mental power into it, and the magic power projected from the gems like light, and then was deflected and refracted, gathering in front of everyone, showing the situation inside the central rampart city.

"Roar!"

The blood color spread, the gray and dark clouds were dense, and the bloody domain quickly expanded into the city. The reality became blurred, and countless rough towers of orcs appeared in the sky.

The orc army occupied the sky and the earth, appeared in the clouds, wandered underground, and occupied the picture of the magic mirror. The violent momentum rushed across the mirror, suffocating.

"Boom!!!"

The huge beast leg fell from the air, and the heavy wall of the central barrier city, which was hundreds of meters high, collapsed directly like paper paste. Stones splashed into the city and destroyed all the buildings on the nearby streets.

"Little mouse, where are you hiding!"

Musa's momentum was horrifying, and blood clouds lingered around his body. It was obviously not like a simple half-king.

In front of the magic mirror, a half-king said solemnly: "The momentum of this king of beasts seems to be wrong... It's like he has the power of a god."

The kings stared at the picture, not daring to relax for a moment.

After seeing the orc army enter the street, everyone's palms were sweating, for fear that the orcs would see through their intentions.

"Hoel, what's going on now?" the kings asked.

Hoel shook his head slowly, holding the staff tightly in his hand, and said carefully: "Wait a little longer, wait for the army to move forward a little more."

When everyone heard this, although they were anxious in their hearts, they did not dare to urge them, and could only be nervous secretly.

The orc army poured into the streets and alleys like a tide, and the beast kings fell to the ground like meteors. The whole city seemed to have an earthquake, and the buildings collapsed quickly and were razed to the ground.

Some half-king generals who had been stationed in the Central Barrier City for decades saw this scene, their eyes were red, but they could only sigh helplessly.

"The time has come!"

The best time has come, Hoel's eyes flickered, his spirits were high, and he was connected with the unknown silk thread in the void.

"Swish!"

The light blue silk thread quickly spread to the Central Barrier City, and a few seconds later, changes appeared in the magic mirror!

The chaotic magic tide gushed out from the ruins of the street. The red light tore the ground with terrifying temperature and amazing destructive power, and the earth dragon mount that shuttled through the soil was instantly destroyed.

Hundreds of millions of magic crystals in the underground warehouse were detonated at the same time. The ground of the entire city seemed to be boiling. The red light arched up the soil and gushed out magma to destroy all the orcs who entered the fortress city.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the sky and the earth lost their color, and a majestic golden light fell from behind the blood-colored sky, just like a god standing outside the world casting his eyes on the world.

As soon as the golden light came into contact with the magic tide that could destroy the entire city, there was no earth-shaking sound. The magic tide was just like being wiped out directly. The red light disappeared, the ground collapsed, and the orcs fell into the pit safely.

The divine light was diffused, covering the prying of the magic mirror. Joel suddenly screamed, and the gemstone staff in his hand shattered like a mirror and turned into powder.

He seemed to be illuminated by the divine power, his whole body was smoking, struggling in pain, his eyeballs burst, and blood gushed out.

"Teacher, cheer up!"

The wizards hurriedly raised their staffs and threw healing witchcraft spells one after another.

After struggling for a few minutes, Joel gradually calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, his skin had ulcerated all over his body, his blood-red muscles were exposed to the air, and there were only two empty holes in his eyes.

Although the man survived under the treatment of everyone, the price was not painful.

Marcel glanced back at Joel, who was completely unlike a human being. His heart was heavy and complicated, but he did not dare to stop. As long as they were caught up by the orc army, their fate would be even worse than now.

An hour later, Marcel led the half-king knights to teleport continuously, caught up with the fleeing army, and entered the second wall city with the army.

The soldiers stood up straight on the wall, but they couldn't help looking at Joel who was carried into the city for treatment. They were horrified and their mood became much lower.

"General Marcel, what should we do next?" A half-king asked in a low voice.

Let alone these soldiers, even these half-kings at the peak of knights felt powerless against the invasion of the orc army.

Marcel knew that he had no time to hesitate, and waved his hand and issued an order: "All soldiers, pack up military supplies immediately, we will retreat to the first barrier."

The kings looked at each other, and a half-king stood up and gritted his teeth and said: "Marcel, we have no way to retreat. We may have a chance to resist the orc army with the power of the gods at the second barrier."

"Once we step out of the second barrier, we will completely lose the qualification to fight against the orc army. We can only shrink under the protection of the gods and watch the orcs ravage the continent."

After seeing the magnificent power of the God of War and Desolation, their promises and expectations for Chu Ming began to waver.

At this critical moment, Marcel did not hesitate, and said in a cold and decisive voice: "When General Conis and His Highness Ryan left, the military power was handed over to me. Who dares to disobey my order!"

"As long as His Highness returns, it will be our time to counterattack!"

Seeing that the kings were still hesitating, Marcel roared: "The words of the Chosen God of Life are like God's will. Do you think God will give up the lives of the continent like this!"

The man's words immediately awakened many people.

Regardless of whether they believe in the God of Life or not, in the eyes of the imperial people, the God of Life is almost an existence that knows the future. Whenever the empire encounters danger, the breath of life can always point people in the direction.

"Retreat!"

The kings quickly flew into the sky, shouldering 10,000 tons of heavy objects, and flew towards the first barrier.

The army evacuated the city in an orderly manner, and soon only Marcel and several other half-kings were left on the city wall.

The man said calmly: "With the life field blocking it, the orc army will need about half a day to reach the second rampart without the use of large-scale teleportation."

"Although I don't know how long it will take for His Highness to come back, the longer we delay, the better."

"As long as the orc army is trapped in the rampart, they will have no time to take care of the southern border, and we can gain more opportunities for His Highness."

"By the way, has the Saint of the Life Church come?" he asked.

The night Chu Ming left, the Saint of the Life Church contacted the army and stated that they were heading to the front line in accordance with God's will.

A half-king nodded, "Last night, the Saint had already arrived at the Second Rampart City through teleportation."

"The Saint is now praying in the temple in the Rampart City, and the Branch of Life will descend as soon as the orc army approaches."

Marcel took a deep breath and nodded.

He looked into the distance, as if he had penetrated through layers of darkness, "Your Highness, I can only do this much."

"Once the second barrier is broken, I will no longer have the power to stop the orc army."

In the simple temple of the Barrier City, a girl in a white robe knelt down to pray, emitting a green light.

After a long time, she opened her eyes and said calmly: "The army has arrived, priest, let's go."

The old man with a cane beside her looked worried and asked softly: "Does the god have a new will?"

The girl shook her head, "What the god has to face is a hundred times more terror than the world, and everything on the ground depends on us."

"Just as the god left the divine words at the beginning, the opportunity for victory has long been buried, and it's only time to take root and sprout."

"Mr. Ryan is a man of God's grace, a gatherer of the will of the creatures of heaven and earth."

"Although I have never met this great man, our aspirations are the same."

She stroked the old man's silver hair and chuckled: "Teacher, don't worry, I'm just returning to the kingdom of God to rest temporarily."

After that, the girl slowly walked out of the hall, her body wrapped in a strong vitality, the shadow of the sacred tree behind her swayed, bringing a breeze, turning into a rosy glow and flying out of the city.

...

Half a day later, the body of the Saint of Life dissipated, and she died at the finger of the God of War and Desolation.

The shadow of the sacred tree disappeared, and the Second Wall City was breached by the orc army. The army marched forward in a mighty force, heading straight for the First Wall.

On the way of the Fengyang army's escape, everyone bowed their heads and remained silent.

In fact, all the half-king generals and troops in the Second Wall City had already withdrawn, and only the saint and high priest of the Church of Life remained there.

After the high priest returned to the team, everyone learned that the saint had been killed. Morale plummeted. Everyone hurried on in silence, and the air around them seemed to be frozen.

After the high priest calmed down, he put his hands together and said: "The saint died for the Tao. Her soul will return to the temple of the gods and turn into the light of life to illuminate the way forward for us."

"The saint has delayed us for half a day."

"My lords, don't be sad."

As the backbone of the entire army, Marcel knew that his attitude was particularly important. He bowed to the high priest, then drew his sword and shouted:

"Soldiers."

"Today's sacrifice is to welcome victory!"

"The saint sacrificed for victory, and it's our turn next!"

"With the ambition of General Conis, I am willing to sacrifice my life for the empire and for all living beings to seek a brighter future."

Marcel fell on the wall of the first rampart, facing the distance, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Orc Empire.

As a choice to become a god, his strength is very strong, and ten royal bloods can make him look down on all kings.

But at the same time, his strength was also very weak. Musa, the king of beasts, had become the first follower under the gods. Even the chosen gods were like ants in front of him.

His confidence did not come from his own strength.

If necessary, he would ignite the divine fire and pounce on Musa, die with him, and try his best to delay the advance of the orc army.

Several other chosen gods seemed to have the same idea as him and stood silently behind Marcel.

As the top knights on the continent and the chosen gods who entrusted the hopes of the entire empire, if they retreated at this moment, the shadow of cowardice would accompany them for the rest of their lives. Once the divine fire was ignited, their will would be annihilated in the first place.

How could they talk about becoming gods if they were not even determined to move forward?

The cold wind blew, and a red light appeared at the end of the world.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

The beasts were galloping, the ground was shaking, and the golden noble god was like a puppeteer, pulling up the bloody sky curtain above the sky and opening the kingdom of God.

The high tower temple stood on the blood-red clouds, and the giant beasts were like puppets controlled by silk threads, wandering in the sky.

Musa Kalim, the king of beasts, had blood-red eyes and a faint black light flowing.

"Human boy, where are you!"

"Coward, you are not hiding!"

The giant beast still remembered the human knight who wiped him out, but he could not see Chu Ming on the battlefield.

Marcel took a deep breath, ready to sacrifice, and was about to respond.

Suddenly his face moved, and the tense muscles all over his body relaxed a little.