Chapter 558 Hammer Drop (XI)

The peregrine falcons dragged the cloud whale, whose abdomen began to emit a lavender glow, upward. The remaining soldiers withdrew from the garrison with the escort fleet, leaving only a pile of exhausted shells and temporary tower shield shelters.

A telegram was sent back to the industrial command ship by the peregrine falcon equipped with a long-range radio, and then 152 shells were poured down like a torrential rain.

The recovery fleet returned, but some priests thought they had seized the opportunity for air combat... The flying spellcasters with smaller targets and more flexibility could effectively evade the firepower of ship-borne weapons.

Then they were swept down from mid-air by the 20mm semi-automatic machine guns that turned their guns.

The banquet hall at the far end was subjected to the falling hammers from the sky, and the paladins watched the light spots that rose up to meet the attack and then fell after flashing.

It was very stupid to leave the shelter and expose directly to the firepower range. The fate of these priests who used flying equipment to take off was not much better than those of the Templars.

One was torn apart by the crossfire net on the ground, and the other was swept to pieces by the crossfire net in mid-air.

The elite mages of the Vanguard Army were wasted in a meaningless charge.

"Susie, let them stop." The paladin sighed and asked his adjutant to pass the order to the nearby garrison troops: "Find a nearby shelter to avoid the bombardment."

From the perspective of war, it would be best to leave some of the opposing troops, which would effectively improve their understanding of the enemy, but now the Crusaders have no ability to stop the other side from evacuating with the corpse of the behemoth... Next, they must find a way to stop the loss.

Defeated... No, not completely defeated.

Yves felt a little bitter. As a paladin of the Vanguard Army, she had not felt the taste of failure for a long time, and the taste of failure was not pleasant at all... But not accepting failure will definitely usher in the next more painful failure.

She is different from her arrogant colleagues.

Yves knows better that war is at least... something.

She knew the importance of the veterans who survived the first battle with the enemy. These veterans had experience that others did not have. This precious experience could reduce the casualties of the subsequent troops by at least 30%.

As long as they had experience, the Holy See could rely on its sufficient manpower advantage to find the best way to fight and finally win.

They could afford it.

This battle was the tuition fee they paid for underestimating the enemy.

No one thought that the enemy had the ability to suppress the enemy with ultra-long-range artillery fire. If they knew that the enemy had this ability, the entire fortification and urban area would never be built according to the current model.

The main goal now is to reduce the casualties of their own troops as much as possible, and leave the rest to the Holy See expeditionary force behind.

"The notification is complete." Susie said: "Ji, your body...?"

"Well, it's been too long since I took action." Iver stood up from her seat: "If it's just once..."

The shield was on the verge of collapse, and asking all the priests in the banquet hall to recharge the shield only made the shield last for another 30 minutes.

Thirty minutes, four rounds of artillery fire.

The building complex with a radius of 200 meters around the banquet hall has been flattened by high-explosive incendiary bombs. A large number of warheads with a metallic luster are half buried in the ground, reflecting the orange-red flames, indicating the extent of the firepower bombardment this area has encountered in the past hour.

The azure light curtain spreads out like a pond, and the shells splash water droplets like water drops falling on a pond. The splashing water droplets stagnate in the air to form a strange stagnant scene.

‘Stagnation field’

Her ability, her mind blade, can temporarily build a barrier to block all projectiles.

A trace of scarlet flowed from the corner of Yves’ mouth. Supporting the shield for a long time has put a serious burden on her body, but she did not stop her actions.

But she must tell the attackers that there is a high-level combat force here.

If they are forced into a corner, they can also resist.

“Holy Seven Styles... Morning Star.”

She exhaled a breath of turbid air and punched the sixty shells that had stopped in the night sky.

The roar swept across the earth.

The morning white light rained like a stream and sank into the sky.

The shells that fell into the stasis net were completely destroyed by the violent energy flow that suddenly rose. The sixty shells that were slowed down in the air by the stasis field were wiped out in an instant. The beam that had not yet exhausted its energy continued to move towards the sky to meet the mixed ammunition that was about to fall.

The bright light stream rising from the ground ignited the second wave of high-explosive incendiary bombs in the sky, and the exploded shells scattered in the sky like fireworks with the morning white energy stream.

This holy art used to fight against military formations and behemoths is now used to deal with artillery bombardments from the sky after a slight adjustment.

It is enough to show these people the ability of the most powerful paladin of the Holy See.

She wanted to use part of the energy flow to attack the troops evacuating with the behemoths, but the opponent began to turn around the moment he saw her attack, and escaped to the exhaustion distance of the beam in a short time.

Ivere was not sure how much attack this escort ship covered with heavy armor could withstand. If it failed to completely intercept the incoming shells in order to attack the evacuation fleet, the sacrifice would be too great.

The paladin stood in front of the stage, waiting for the third round of bombardment.

Until the fleet and the behemoth disappeared into the night sky, the wind blew across the earth again, carrying a burning smell.

"It's so quiet."

She raised her head slightly, feeling her internal organs falling apart... She was not dead, but the cost of overload made her need to rest for a while.

The shells stopped falling.

The night sky finally returned to silence again.

But the fire on the ground was still spreading among the wooden houses, and the voices of the soldiers were heard in the ruins after the bombardment.

(No more later, two updates tomorrow, the author is collecting materials to restore his mental state recently.)

(Next, please see: The First Magic World War (not))