Chapter 337 Buttocks Up
The purification force field that originally covered the battlefield quietly collapsed.
This force field can purify the toxins that have penetrated the human body, and can also suppress the production of toxins, but if there is not enough time, it cannot purify the toxicity of the poison itself.
The suppressed snakehead fruit poisonous fog spread again, covering all the Eivor long-range troops of the two legions!
This time, there was no such good luck as before.
They were already in a mess due to the impact of the Wind King, but they instantly collapsed when the poisonous smoke invaded. Everyone was rushing around, trying to escape from the hell caused by the poisonous smoke.
The rain of arrows finally stopped.
Lancha, who had been suppressed for a long time and even shrank back just now, was finally able to breathe again.
It's time to launch a counterattack.
"Pass..."
As soon as the voice came out, Lancha stopped.
After just one round of attacks, his soldiers were already timid.
Under the rain of arrows, the original team of 3,000 people has been reduced to less than 2,300 people, and almost everyone is injured.
Morale is low and heads hang low, like a group of middle-aged men who have been kicked out of bed by their wives.
After all, they had just experienced a defeat. It was okay to fight with the wind, but they were still incapable of chewing hard bones.
A trace of hesitation flashed in Lancha's eyes.
The order Raven gave him was to stand firm. Now with the help of the Wind King, he could achieve this goal. There was no need to force his soldiers to fight.
In this way, you can better save fire for the family.
But does it really have to be this way?
If Raven loses this battle, will they really have the courage to hold the sword again after facing two defeats in succession and jumping back and forth between camps? Can it serve as the core of the family's future army?
What's more, his previous tactics have caused too much damage to the opponent. If he is defeated and captured, he may be fine, but the soldiers under his command will definitely suffer inhuman revenge.
Thinking of what the other party did to the local serfs, Lancha became more and more convinced of this possibility.
And if Raven wins, what future will there be for them, who are already surrendering and remain motionless during the fierce battle between friendly forces?
"Is this also part of your plan, Baron Raven?" Lancha pursed his lips with a hint of bitterness.
At this moment, he had no choice but to serve Raven wholeheartedly.
Of course, there is another option, which is to defect immediately before the battle.
But the oath of the soul constrains his actions.
He has already betrayed once and doesn't want to bear any more stigma!
Taking a deep breath, Lancha's eyes became firm and clear. He drew out the sword from his waist and strode forward, with the sword pointed directly at Jared's army.
"Independent Legion, charge with me!"
Before he finished speaking, he was already the first one to rush forward.
Even the guards around him didn't react.
Although there is only one word difference between "charge me" and "charge me", the effects are quite different.
Especially Lancha is Du Duo's son.
Perhaps today's 1st Independent Legion of the Eagle Army doesn't care which army they serve, but they will not allow their masters to be put in danger!
With deep incomprehension, they had no choice but to launch the charge together with Lancha!
at the same time.
Within the poisonous smoke, Archbishop Hemingway frowned.
As a priest, he has an extremely handsome face and does not look like he is over 40 years old at all, and his figure is also in excellent shape.
Through the priest's robe, you can see the plump and round butt.
This was also the opportunity for him to become a priest - if we really want to trace it back, we have to start when he was a little boy.
In addition to the priest's standard scepter, he also held a golden metal disk in his hand.
This disc is slightly larger than a palm and is covered with dense magic circuits. There is a groove on the front and back of the disc for inlaying magic crystals.
Now the plate is emitting a faint white light, flowing and rising, supporting a clean space with a radius of about 10 meters.
This is a "sacred instrument" enshrined in the Holy See. Of course, from the perspective of a magician, it should be a "magic instrument."
The essence of both is the same, using complex magic structures to achieve the desired effects.
It was with it that Hemingway was able to perform such a large-scale ritual magic—purifying force field—without any preparation.
But now, this plate, which was originally exquisite and looked like a work of art, was stained with a layer of frowning black dirt.
It also reduced its power from covering the entire battlefield to only supporting a 10-meter radius around it.
Eivor's archers crowded around Hemingway, shielding themselves from the toxin.
Some people will even push out new comrades who rush in to prevent them from taking over their own living space.
The soldiers around him were crowded more and more, and the smell of sweat and blood on their bodies made Hemingway have to cover his nose and endure it.
Looking at the contaminated sacred vessel in his hand, Hemingway had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Just now, the field of view was still wide, and the opponent could destroy the holy plate by covert means. Now that it is so crowded, doesn't that give the opponent a chance to make a sneak attack?
So he said:
"You all get out of the way and leave me at least 3 meters of space!"
His understanding of people's hearts is too shallow.
If he said this in a church, in a town, or on a country street, everyone would obey him, even nobles would give him face.
But this is a battlefield!
The remaining space was crowded with people, and no one wanted to return to the poisonous smoke that killed people.
Therefore, this sentence immediately had a full effect——
Counterproductive.
People outside were afraid of being pushed out, so they began to squeeze inward desperately.
The pressure was transmitted inward layer by layer, causing Hemingway to stumble!
"Go away, I told you to make room, didn't you hear me?" Hemingway shouted, but it was of no use at all.
In the chaos, Hemingway noticed someone slapped his butt.
And pinched it!
Anger arose in his heart - even if these untouchables disobeyed his orders, now they dared to approach his noble body!
Although my beautiful buttocks are plump, can you untouchables touch them?
Do you think you are a red archbishop?
Moreover, he kept these untouchables in the circle before with the intention of using them as human shields. Now that they are so crowded that they are almost invisible, what is the use of keeping them?
At this thought, Hemingway tightened his grip on the scepter in his hand.
Light burst out from the scepter and fell on Hemingway one after another, as if he was covered with a layer of golden clothes.
When the light was extremely bright, it suddenly dimmed and turned into a dome light curtain that pushed outwards!
"Holy Nova."
The soldiers who were contaminated by the light curtain were first ignited with bright yellow sacred fire, and then they were pushed and thrown away!
Those soldiers who still wanted to crowd inward were like running into a mad running bull, and were hit by the huge force with broken bones and tendons, and blood spurting from the mouth!
Screams came and went.
When the light disappeared, there was no trace of any living person in the circle supported by the holy plate. Only the blood stains left by the soldiers on the ground were still burning under the holy fire.
A broken body staggered out of the fog.
His body was covered in blood, his clothes were in tatters, his right hand was broken, his chest was dented, and his head was slumped on his left shoulder at a strange angle.
But its mouth is opening and closing:
"It hurts, it hurts... Archbishop, why do you do this to me, why..."
Hemingway's heart tightened: "Pretend to be a ghost!"
Before he finished speaking, the scepter in his hand was pointed directly at the moving corpse, and a ball of light bullets suddenly flew out, exploding a ball of flame on the corpse.
In the firelight, layers of black air overflowed, and the body melted like an ice sculpture, and peeled off like a painted skin, revealing an ugly and ferocious figure.
"Witch?!" Hemingway was horrified: "No wonder Count Tudor was defeated. It turns out that there is an evil creature like you in Lei Wen's army!"
"The rumors are correct. Raven is a demon king who can eat people. Only with such an evil existence can someone like you work by his side!"
Margaret put her fingers on her chest and giggled: "Evil creature like me, since I entered Lord Raven's command, I have never harmed any innocent person, but you..."
"How does it feel to kill the troops of your own camp?"
As she spoke, wisps of black air flowed out from Margaret's fingers, sinking to the ground and flowing like the cold wind blowing through the window in winter and condensing into cold air.
"They failed to protect me. I should have died ten thousand times!"
Hemingway was not shaken by Margaret's words at all:
"Besides, wasn't it you, the dirty and evil witch, who asked me to kill them?"
As he spoke, he suddenly put his hand into his arms, and there was already a sparkling jade medal, and he crushed it with force.
Dust-like light spots surged out from it, outlining a seemingly invisible angel behind Hemingway!
She knelt down behind Hemingway, folded her hands on her chest, lowered her head, and covered Hemingway firmly with her wings.
A bright light burst out, and the power of the black curse that was spreading on the ground turned into wisps of smoke and was evaporated, and layers of blisters appeared on Margaret's skin!
A scream rushed out of Margaret's throat: "Fourth-level magic, protected by angels!?"
Hemingway nodded indifferently.
Only those who see themselves clearly are considered smart.
Hemingway thought he was not stupid.
He has never fought against a strong person of the same level in his life, and he knows that he lacks actual combat experience.
Therefore, he would not be so blindly arrogant as to think that he could defeat a witch who had lived for hundreds of years and had endless tricks with just the gift of the Lord of Light.
And when the witch appeared in front of him, she must have some agenda.
That's why Hemingway made this decision.
The first time he used the sacred jade given to him by His Excellency Cardinal Bosse, the Archbishop of Eivor Diocese, for self-defense.
Margaret was horrified. She did not expect Hemingway to have such determination and courage.
A divine jade with a fourth-level magic sealed inside it can be said to be priceless, and its preciousness is not even inferior to that of a third-level enchanted weapon!
Now it's so easy to use.
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The cursed power in her body was rapidly consumed by the angel's light, and Margaret felt like magma was flowing in her veins.
She wanted to pull away and retreat, but the coercion radiated by the angel pinned her firmly in place, unable to move at all!
Then, the angel slowly raised his head and his eyes immediately locked onto hers.
The air began to condense into balls of bright white light. At this moment, it seemed that even the sky was dimming.
1 group, 10 groups, 100 groups!
They floated in the air, like stars falling to the ground, and like a leaky net, tightly binding Margaret!
The blazing light illuminated Margaret's whole body, and she was like a steamer. The black breath flowed out of her facial features, and she would be evaporated and destroyed in the blink of an eye!
The light ball was getting closer and closer, getting closer to Margaret's body. The terrifying burning sensation almost made her lose her mind!
Hemingway sneered:
"Despicable evil thing, just die!"
"No one will mourn for you in hell!"
At this moment, Margaret looked at Hemingway through the gap between the light groups, her lips squirmed:
"The feeling of your butt is quite good, Lord Bishop!"
What?
Hemingway was stunned.
First it was nausea, then shock!
She has already been close to herself?
Is my butt so attractive?
No, that's not right. If she can get close to me, she will have the opportunity to plot against me. She can't do nothing!
So what did she do...
A sharp pain suddenly hit him from his waist, and then spread all over his body in an instant.
Hemingway looked down and saw that his palms were covered with fine black marks, as if there were worms crawling and twisting in them!
Later, there were actually bugs crawling out of the blood vessels on the back of his hand.
It's white and as small as millet.
Those are maggots!
When the maggots began to climb, he saw that the skin on his palm began to rot and turn black, layers of flesh and blood peeled off, and a putrid smell hit his face!
He bent down and wanted to vomit, but he spit out a ball of maggots!
Only the dead have so many maggots in their bodies!
"Am I dead?"
"Yes, you are dead."
A gentle male voice appeared in Hemingway's ear, and before he could react, there was a sudden sharp pain in his back, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
No maggots, no rancid smell.
But Hemingway knew that he was indeed going to die.
Because he saw an arm that was exposed and covered with bandages, and in the palm of his hand, he was holding a beating heart.
His own heart.
"It turns out that it's all...an illusion?"
These are Hemingway's last words.
The next moment, the heart was crushed into pulp in front of him!
Margaret straightened up. There were still traces of the holy fire on her body. She looked behind Hemingway and complained:
"If you come a little later, I will really die!"
The man behind Hemingway is none other than William. At this moment, he is wrapped as tightly as a corpse in a tomb, and has a huge helmet as thick as a bucket on his head:
"That's the fourth-level angel protection. Now it's daytime again. When I rushed up, I was almost blinded!"
"I can't be active for too long in this weather. I'm going back now. I'll leave this place to you!"
After saying that, he turned around and rushed into the thick green smoke.
"Useless man!"
Margaret spat dissatisfied, dragged her bruised body to Hemingway's body, and picked up the disk.
Hemingway was indeed a formidable opponent, full of vigilance.
The initial contact was too short and she was unable to obtain body tissue, so she could only cast a weak hallucinogenic curse.
This kind of curse cannot kill the third-level priest.
If William hadn't arrived in time, killed Hemingway in a sneak attack and ended the angel's protection, Margaret would have died this time.
"I hope the master will like it." Margaret stroked the holy plate.
This kind of magical device that can be used repeatedly, if used properly, can be of great help to the war.
Margaret couldn't wait to get a new skin.
After taking off the magic crystal on it, the light on the holy plate dimmed, and the last small piece of pure land without poisonous smoke was gradually covered.
On the battlefield, the 1st Independent Legion led by Lancha lived up to their elite reputation.
The bright fighting spirit burning in Lancha's body was like a beacon in the dark night, and he rushed into the Eivor army's formation first!
No one is Lancha's enemy. Every time he dances with the long sword in his hand, he can bring out a cloud of blood and harvest a life.
This kind of tactics is destined not to last long, and it also makes him a living target in the eyes of all enemies!
It's not that he doesn't know how to save his fighting spirit, nor does he want to destroy himself here, but Lan Cha knows that only by doing this can he inspire the fighting spirit of his soldiers as much as possible.
This tactic did work.
Maybe it was Lancha's example that inspired them, maybe they were ashamed of Lancha's charge, or they simply wanted to vent their anger at being suppressed and beaten.
Their charging steps may seem messy, but they maintain a subtle distance from each other and can alternately cover and advance together!
For a time, the originally neat defense line of Jared's army became rugged and was still sinking inwards!
When the feather arrows stopped, not only Lancha's independent legion was freed, but also the Wind King's troops in the sky!
They swooped down, releasing pulse surges, throwing spears, or simply swooping down to slaughter the panicked soldiers who had no idea how to deal with the enemy in the air!
The defense line that was still in a stalemate became in danger because of the rising smoke!
Jared listened to the battle report from the front line and looked at the Wind King troops that were constantly attacking in the sky. His face was as ugly as if he had drank 2 liters of black vinegar in empty mouth.
In tangle, he had to give the last instruction:
"Send someone... to ask Mr. Palmer for help, just say that I can't stand it anymore!"
The horse came to Palmer with the information.
The Earl, who had always kept his emotions secret, showed a bit of surprise and anger:
"What!?"
"You have to support me even if you can't. Tell Jared that if this war fails, he can't bear the responsibility!"
"Either live and celebrate, or die in front of me!"
Seeing Palmer's gaffe, Marquis Faraday felt a little relieved.
Handing over command to Earl Palmer originally made him a little unhappy, but he suppressed it due to the situation.
Now he even likes Lancha a little bit in his heart.
After all, the right wing was filled with soldiers under Earl Palmer, supported by long-range troops from two legions.
Just facing 3,000 soldiers who had just rebelled, they were beaten to the point where they had to call for help.
On the other hand, the left wing was led by Marquis Faraday's confidants and Viscount Fowler, all under Faraday's control.
The number is 3 legions. Like the right wing, they are facing the second legion of the Eagle Army, which has won two consecutive victories, with a size of 5,000.
Now, the battle line remains stable.
This gap suddenly appeared!
"Viscount Fowler has an urgent message. The left wing is in danger, asking for support!"
Marquis Faraday's smile froze on his face:
"What!?"
He seemed to notice a hint of relief on Palmer's face.
But now Faraday has no time to care about this.
The right wing led by Jared collapsed, with the help of the Wind King's troops.
Why did the left-wing troops collapse?
Fowler is a top student who graduated from the National Military Academy of the Kingdom of Fitton!
……
(End of chapter)