"Cluster attack!"
"Boom--"
Does of airships lifted up their guns at the bottom, and a thick light burst out from the gun mouth, gathering at one point, shooting at the towering barrier.
Immediately afterwards, thousands of heavy artillery fired again in the imperial position, dense shells occupied the sky, the dazzling fire light made people unable to open their eyes, and pungent smoke filled the wasteland.
The steam tanks in the distance also launched a volley, but they no longer dared to charge rashly. After all, many charred wreckage were right next to them.
Under such an offensive, during the violent explosions, the ripples in the light film became more and more violent, but there were still no cracks, and it was still particularly firm.
However, at this moment, the space was torn by the flames, and with the sound of "stinging", huge cracks appeared in the imperial position.
Twelve warlocks in robes flew out from them, led by a young woman.
She had long red hair disguised, her eyes as bright as gold, revealing a faint dragon power.
Seeing Misha's arrival, Drool hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "Great, Duke Misha, you are finally here. Our troops have been blocked here for several days and have never been able to break through this barrier."
Misha looked at the majestic barrier towering into the clouds, narrowed her eyes slightly, and her eyes flashed: "Is that the sun barrier? What a strong energy fluctuation."
Drool nodded deeply: "That is the ancient instrument left by the holy Farland, which can store sunlight and convert it into its own energy.
Before our attack, the sun's core pupil had accumulated sunlight for nearly two hundred years and had a huge reserve of sun power. , Even if we attack with all our strength, it will be difficult to break through.
To this day, we have consumed 200,000 shells and carried out more than a dozen rounds of bombings, but we cannot break the protection of the sun barrier."
Misa nodded slightly: "It's really difficult, but don't worry, Marshal Drool, we have the power given by His Majesty, and even if the Sun God comes to the world, it may not be able to stop it."
Drool finally showed joy on his tense face: "It's great, I'll wait for you to say this. By the evening, we will launch a general attack and we will definitely take down St. Michael's City in one go!" "Of course, His Majesty Caesus will protect us." Misha said softly.
Night gradually came, but the city of St. Michael was still wrapped in light film, still as bright as daytime. From a distance, it looked like a city built among stars.
"Swoosh--"
A series of artillery shells dragging light cut through the night, bombarding the light film outside the city like a meteor, creating explosions again and again, making it flash continuously, but it still could not shake this stubborn defense.
"Damn the imperial people!"
"It's endless, I can't fall asleep every day!"
"Amanata is on, when can I drive these damn evil dragon families out!"
The soldiers stationed on the city wall cursed and complained, but there was no more fear in their tone.
For the residents in St. Michael, this has even become their norm. Many people are used to the roar of artillery fire and fall asleep in the continuous loud sounds.
"It seems that the situation is far more severe than we imagined. The army of the Ashes Empire is very powerful."
A female angel god descended in silver armor and beautiful face slapped her wings and slowly descended on the top of the city wall.
She is Tirena Sta Angel, the Duke of the God of the Kingdom of Thrace, and one of Wilham's most trusted subordinates.
Tirena had been stationed in the south, leading the angel gods' legion to fight against the Kingdom of Casand and the Kingdom of Seleucid.
But at this moment, in order to resist the invasion of the Ashes Empire, Wilham even transferred her to the north and reluctantly gave up a large area of territory in the south.
The human officer stood beside her, with a flattering face: "Duke Tirena, as long as you are there, no one can conquer St. Michael.
What's more, we have the blazing sun barrier specially given by His Majesty Wilham. These vulgar and barbaric empires cannot understand the greatness of the Sun God!"
Tilena shook her head, raised her head, and looked at the sky, and her delicate face flickered under the flames generated by the explosion: "No, we cannot underestimate the enemy, we must not Not to mention, these imperial people are very talented in war.
In just a few years, they can build such a terrifying army. No wonder North Ethel and the Alpine Kingdom were captured by them."
She glanced at the officer beside her with a sharp look and continued, "But there is one thing you are right - these imperial people despise the power of the Sun God too much, and they dare to play with flames in front of me!"
Tirena suddenly waved her wings and soared into the air, then raised the burning sword in her hand, with a powerful voice: "Only the sun is the source of all fire and light!"
"Boom--"
A dazzling golden light rose into the sky, forming a huge ball of light in the sky, like a miracle descended by the sun god.
Immediately afterwards, the twelve light prisms rotated together, aiming at the sky, gathering the sun's light, making the light balls in the sky more dazzling, like the real sun, illuminating half of the sky.
"It's Lord Tirena!"
"Amanata is on it, this is simply a miracle!"
Under the admiring gaze of the soldiers, the light ball released countless streams of light that cut through the sky and fell towards the imperial position in the distance.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The flames fell, causing violent explosions in the imperial position.
Amid the earth-shaking roar, the steam tank was blown into charred wreckage, the airship turned into a huge burning fireball, falling to the ground one after another, and thousands of soldiers wailed in the sea of fire.
A harsh alarm sounded and the empire's position fell into chaos.
"Activate energy protection!"
"Damn it, those Thracians!"
The giant armor carried huge shields and released hexagonal force field shields with a diameter of 100 meters. The force field shields were connected into one piece, covering the sky above the imperial position.
Hundreds of mages waved their staffs and successively cast spells such as rainfall and frost to extinguish the sea of fire in the position.
Finally, the fire meteor released from the light ball was blocked by the force field shield, and the imperial position gradually restored order, but seven airships, more than a dozen tanks, and thousands of soldiers were lost. "Damn Thracian!"
Drool roared with a ferocious face, and his fist hit the table heavily, causing wood chips to fly, and the table cracked into countless small pieces. "I want them to die! I want these Thracians to crush them and let him see the true power of the empire!!"
The goblin gasped, his eyes flushed red, and gradually calmed down. He said to the messenger: "Go, go and tell Duke Misha that I want these Thracians to pay the price!"
"Yes, sir."
Misa waved the dragon wings and stood in the sky with the eleven dragon witches, looking at the ball of light in the distance.
She said with a serious expression: "It's indeed her, Tirena, the angel divine duke of the Kingdom of Thrace, and the legendary strong man.
However - in front of the master's power, even if your gods come in person, it will be of no use, and will only be destroyed by the dragon flame!"
Soon, the messenger rode the flying dragon to the sky, and informed Misha of Drool's orders with some anxiety. Misha nodded, then looked around and swept the faces of the Dragon Confidence Warlock with her sharp eyes. "Everyone, it's time for these lowly Thracians to witness the power of their masters, for the great red dragon!" "For the great red dragon!" "For the great red dragon!" The dragon charity warlocks also shouted in unison, with pious expressions, like crazy believers who were about to hold a sacrificial ceremony.
Before he finished speaking, Misha reached out and pointed to the distance.
She closed her eyes tightly, scarlet dragon scales appeared on her cheeks, flowing flames surrounded her body, and the mighty dragon power emanated from her.
"The molten gold vertical pupils swam in, the mountains awakened on the back, and the magma flowed along the scales into a new border—"
The dragon charity sorcerers behind Misha closed their eyes and chanted the hymns of the dragon language in a low voice. The dragon power became stronger and stronger, and was about to condense into substance.
There was even a huge phantom of a red dragon above their heads, roaring at St. Michael in the distance.
"When the wings split the clouds, the sulfur storm will sweep the whole world--"
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The red dragons in the dragon shaman's bodies all turned into light, accompanied by passionate praise, gathered behind Misha.
Misa raised her fingers and opened her eyes suddenly. An extremely dazzling fire suddenly burst out from her golden pupils, and an unparalleled pillar of fire was released from her fingertips!
"Roar——"
The dragon's roar came from the distant void, causing all things to tremble.
The blazing white pillar of fire was like a huge long sword, tearing and piercing the entire night.
"Kaisius is above!"
"What is that?"
"It's Lord Misha! She has the power given by His Majesty Kasius, and those Thracians are dead!"
The soldiers of the Empire all looked up and looked at the pillar of fire in the sky, with an expression of fanatic and joyful expression.
Drool's face was full of revenge and ordered to the walkie-talkie with a nearly roaring voice: "Let's fire! Fire all for me!
I want those Thracians to pay the most painful price! Let them regret being enemies of the Burning Empire in their lives!"
Along with the sound of the bursting air, the pillar of fire carried an unstoppable momentum and bombarded the blazing sun barrier in the distance.
"Amanata is on top. What a terrifying power, hurry up! Block that breath!" Tirena's expression changed suddenly, she quickly waved her wings, raised her long sword, and injected the majestic divine power in her body into the pupils of the Sun Nuclear.
The dozen angels and gods also flew up one after another, raised the long sword of flames, and more than a dozen rays of light merged into the light film one after another, making the light film more solid, and a rotating sun holy emblem appeared on its surface.
"Stop it!"
"Does any cost!"
"For Thrace, for Amanata!"
The dozens of sun god priests poured the gold powder containing divine power into the sun holy urn again. The liquid sunlight energy in the urn boiled violently, and the sun wheel totem appeared in the mirror.
At this moment, St. Michael was completely shrouded in light, like a miracle, and it was difficult for mortals to open their eyes.
"Boom!"
The pillar of fire suddenly bombarded the light film, and the explosion in the sky was like a supernova explosion, releasing terrifying energy, creating a shock wave that swept the world, overturning the ground and tearing the clouds apart.
The moment it hit the light film, the ground in front of St. Michael suddenly became transparent - the hard, thick granite layer vaporized within a thousandth of a second, forming a boiling sea of magma.
The golden dome wailed under the continuous bombardment of the pillar of fire, and the seven hundred and twenty alchemy matrices on the blazing sun barrier flashed at the same time.
The sacred runes on the surface of the light film that had been flowing for three centuries began to peel off, like melted gold foil floating in the void.
At the location where the fire column was bombarded, the light film kept flickering and trembling, and fine spider-web-like cracks began to appear on it. "You must never let them break the sun barrier!" Tirena roared, and a divine light burst out in her eyes, and a golden flame rushed out from her mouth and nose.
Her body turned translucent in endless glow, and even the bones in her body were visible, and luminous cracks appeared on her skin. It was obvious that she had done her best.
But the pillar of fire did not weaken at all, and even became more and more fierce, with extremely high-level energy emerging in it.
At the same time, thousands of cannons fired in the empire's position, and countless shells dragged the fire and smoke tore through the sky, bombarding the light film, causing the light film to flicker.
In the past, the light film released by the Chi Sun Fortress could easily withstand everything, but now, under the bombardment of the pillar of fire, it has become increasingly empty. "Sir, it's almost time to reach the critical point!"
The chief sun priest roared with blood foam, and he injected all his strength into the sun's pupils, and the sun chakra in his pupils became dimmer.
"No--"
"This is impossible!"
Tilena roared heart-wrenchingly, two golden blood marks flowing from the corners of her eyes, and her tone was full of reluctance.
But even she could no longer stop the terrifying column of fire, and could only watch the surface of the light film was covered with cracks.
Finally, with the sound of shattering glass, the light film covering the city suddenly shattered and turned into countless energy fragments containing the power of the sun.
The pillar of fire also directly bombarded the blazing sun barrier, melting it, and pierced a huge hole of more than ten meters in diameter in the center, with boiling red iron flowing.
"O God."
"Amanata is on! Our barrier! It is about to fall down!"
"Boom--"
Amid the roaring and friction of metal, amid the wailing and screams of the soldiers, the towering barrier collapsed and became the tombs of countless Thracians.
The sun barriers that have been circulating in Farland for hundreds of years, and the holy objects that have blocked countless invasions of evil demons have ceased to exist since then.
Without the blockade of the light film, the empire's shells fell like raindrops, exploding on the city wall, instantly taking away the lives of countless defenders and destroying the city wall.
Steam tanks and armored vehicles roared over the ground and launched a cluster charge towards the city of St. Michael.
"For the Empire!"
"Long live the great red dragon!"
The soldiers shouted slogans and rushed towards the south one after another. This was the time for a counterattack! (This chapter ends)