Chapter 298 The Collapse of the Army
Suzal City, Mage Tower.
In the hollow hall of the tower, stars are floating on the floor made of dark blue crystal.
Royal mage Sandra Cote sat on a magic circle made of complex intertwined lines, looking up at the picture scroll formed by the condensed magic energy.
In the scroll, the stars are bright and vast.
When a meteor flashed across the scroll, bringing a moment of vitality to the scroll full of still spots of light, the old mage suddenly moved his eyelids and said in a low tone: "I finally felt it."
< br>In an instant, the six-pointed star was clearly reflected on the dark blue crystal floor, and the royal mage was sitting in the center of the circle, surrounded by criss-crossing white lines, like a large slender incandescent tube combined together.
If anyone is outside the tower at this moment, they will definitely be able to find that the top of the mage tower is already shrouded in a dark halo with countless white light spots.
This vision occurred during the day, and naturally caused quite a commotion inside and outside the imperial capital.
But no one knows what the cause of this situation is.
"Boom!"
In the unknown space, a huge meteorite is sinking and floating in the vast sea of stars. It seems to be attracted by some powerful force. After violent vibrations in the deserted universe, it suddenly hits the unknown area. .
In the mage tower, royal mage Sandra Cote looked at the meteorite that had deviated from its natural orbit in the scroll and let out a sigh of relief.
I saw him raising the staff with difficulty and pointing towards the endless starry sky. Then his whole body became sluggish. If he hadn't tightly grasped the staff with both hands, he would have even fallen down.
Even so, the old mage showed a smile.
At the same time, a mighty fleet sailing out from Ximen Port was heading towards Susar City in an orderly manner.
The battleship group stretched for nearly ten kilometers, as if even the gods were paying attention to them, setting off strong winds to see them off.
On the battleship, whether they are soldiers from the Dragon Coast, pirates from the Weihong Sea, or adventurers from all over the world, all of them have impatient expressions on their faces, wanting to arrive as soon as possible destination.
It seems to them that this kind of war is already guaranteed to be won.
“Oh my god, what is that?!!!”
At this moment, most of the people on the battleship looked up at the blue sky in stunned silence.
Everyone saw that a meteorite with a diameter of about 50 meters was hitting the battle fleet at an unpredictable speed.
Before they could react, terrifying energy erupted like a shock wave.
The huge meteorite fell on the sea. The terrible impact made it seem that a waterless area of circular isolation zone was opened in the center of the sea. Dark clouds mixed with dust and sea water rose from the deep water. , and even blocked everyone’s sight.
It was like an atomic bomb exploding!
A mushroom cloud mixed with huge waves rose in the deep sea.
Everything in the seawater, whether it was a battleship, a school of fish, or even a passing underwater race, was ruthlessly destroyed by the scorching heat erupted by the meteorite and the radiation of the barren universe.
Under the impact of the meteorite, the battle fleet was instantly crushed like a block of tofu.
Next moment!
The center of the explosion instantly raised huge waves nearly a hundred meters high.
This huge wave was like a blue sky, covering all the fleets that stretched for nearly ten kilometers.
Under the shocking waves, no warship can survive. They are so small, like paper, they are easily blown away and smashed, and eventually sink to the bottom of the sea.
A meteorite fell like a natural disaster. Except for high-level professionals, very few people in the fleet survived.
"The next step will be handed over to the Blue Dragon Fleet." Royal Mage Sandra Cote in the Mage Tower dismissed the scroll, closed her eyes, and fell into deep meditation.
With just one legendary spell, he defeated the fleet jointly formed by Weihong Sea Area and Ximen in an attempt to invade Susar.
This is a legendary spell called "Meteor Falling from the Sky".
Although there are many legendary spells mastered by wizards, they are also divided into three, six or nine levels in terms of power, and "Meteor Falling from the Sky" will always be the most shocking and oppressive among the legendary spells. A kind of force.
This legendary spell can only be cast by a caster with high legendary strength. A mid-level legendary professional like Sandra Corte has already mastered it, but the reason why he can really release it is It was entirely with the help of the mage tower and the secret techniques that Brian brought from the ruins of the ancient star elf civilization to help him set up the magic circle in advance, consuming more than hundreds of thousands of spellcasting materials, the most precious of which came from the desert. The meteorite fragments of the universe were barely completed.
The main reason why it is so difficult is that this spell summons a real meteorite from the depths of the universe, a meteorite that is enough to destroy the world, or destroy an entire half-plane.
With Sandra Korte’s ability, she can at most summon a meteorite with a diameter of about 50 meters.
About 23,000 years ago, hundreds of high elf mages whose strength had reached the legendary realm made a mistake in a certain ritual, causing uncontrollable huge magical energy to break through the sky and attracting a planet with a diameter of tens of kilometers to fall from the sky. meteorite.
This huge meteorite fell into the center of the continent. It was like the end of the world. Countless races were completely wiped out, thousands of cities were destroyed, and the entire continent was smashed into pieces, forming today's Faerun, The four inland seas of the Karatu, Maztec and Zakara continents were also smashed and merged to form today's Falling Star Sea.
The legendary spell "Meteor Falling from the Sky" was developed by a legendary mage from the ruins left by the ancient star elves. It is said to be one of the most powerful legendary spells so far.
On the other side, while a huge meteorite nearly destroyed an entire fleet, a fierce war was also breaking out in an area about five kilometers west of Mashanbai City.
To be precise, this is a one-sided battlefield.
The leader of the rebel army, Prince Selant, was in a state of almost collapse at this moment.
"Steady! Steady!" He was riding on the war horse, shouting orders to the adjutant, and at the same time giving the opposite order to the other adjutant, "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
He is about to collapse.
He led the army to set off from Mashanbai at dawn. After only walking for nearly two hours, he encountered an obstruction from Susar.
This kind of blocking comes without warning, as if the enemy is falling from the sky.
In fact, the enemy did fall from the sky.
Prince Selant witnessed with his own eyes the densely packed ultra-small structures like a swarm of bees, buzzing loudly in the sky above them, throwing them at bottles of highly corrosive acid, and when they encountered the air The incandescent glue that ignited instantly, the phosphorescent bombs that exploded with flashes of light enough to burn people's eyes blind, and the intertwined ice and lightning.
The unexpected attack turned his army into chaos like ants on a hot pot.
Who would have thought that what frightened him was that this was just the beginning.
When groups of ultra-small constructs neatly and orderly projected two waves of terrifying alchemical potions, one by one the construct creatures glowed with a cold luster in the sun, taking earth-shattering steps. Shocking steps appeared in front of them, completely blocking the army's path forward.
These constructs are not the stone golems, clay golems and steel golems that he is familiar with, but a group of strange but distinct types of constructs.
During the melee, he witnessed with his own eyes a knight with legendary strength in the tactical cavalry regiment from Ximen City. With the help of the charge of the dragon-blooded horse under his crotch, he took the lead in facing a lobster-like figure. 's construct.
As a result, an incredible scene appeared for him.
The construct stood motionless on the spot, waiting for the moment when the knight rushed forward, and allowed the opponent to erupt with terrifying power and hit the body with a long-handled mace that could crush any rock without moving.
The construct, which left only dent marks on its body, simply raised its wedge-shaped arm covered with spikes, and easily swept away the knight and his horse.
Immediately afterwards, the construct shrank its head into its body like a turtle, and a terrifying sound wave spurted out from the circular opening of the construct.
The violent sound waves instantly and cruelly crushed the charging group of knights, including men and horses, into a mud mixed with steel and flesh.
These hundreds of constructs ran rampant, with powerful momentum and terrifying attack power. They took the lead in breaking up the cavalry of the tactical cavalry regiment, and rushed unstoppably into the city that had not yet recovered from the chaos of the ultra-small constructs. Former army position.
The almost one-sided brutal fighting began.
But what made Prince Selant even more desperate was yet to come. When he tried to send spellcasters to the front line for support, fireballs, lightning, frost and many other powerful magics were never far away. The mountain cliff was smashed down, creating terrifying arcane storms among his army.
He even saw a spellcaster whose strength reached the legendary realm. He just waved his staff lightly, and sixteen meteors fell from the sky, hitting his rear army and clearing out a large and tragic vacuum area.
Instantly release two nine-ring spells "Meteor Explosion"!
Prince Celant looked at everything in front of him in stunned silence.
A loud dragon roar sounded, shocking him back to his senses.
In his sight, a bloated and fat red dragon spread its wings and descended from the sky. Its dark red scales shone with a metallic dark red luster in the sunlight.
Hot flames spurted out from the red dragon's mouth and exploded into a whirlpool of flames that raged like a tornado on the battlefield, devouring all living life around it.
What the fuck is this red dragon? ! !
When can dragon breath spray out like this again! ! ? ?
The red dragon jumped into the crowd arrogantly with unmatched momentum.
He stared at the bright lava-colored dragon eyes, grinned deliberately at the frightened soldiers, shook his head and tail, casually picked up the leader of the tactical cavalry regiment who was swept away by the construct creature, and threw it to him like a hydrangea. In mid-air, he raised his giant tail like a steel whip and flew him high into the air, smashing him into a ball on the ground like a trampled can of flesh and blood.
"Roar!!!"
A wild roar that resounded throughout the world broke out in the melee.
An extremely majestic barbarian hammered his chest violently. His already extremely powerful body began to expand rapidly. Terrifying muscles and ferocious veins emerged, accompanied by crackling sounds. With the explosion, all the bones in his body were lifted up one by one, and the whole person instantly transformed into a behemoth more than four meters high.
Seeing this, Prince Selant felt that the pressure around him was reduced a lot for no reason.
This is a barbarian whose strength has reached the legendary realm, and he is also the strongest warrior in his hands. The legendary rage and tireless rage he has mastered allow him to fight tirelessly until the end of the day after turning on the rage. Finish.
Moreover, with his Earth Splitting Slash, Whirlwind Slash, and War Roar, he was not at a disadvantage even when facing hundreds of people alone.
He saw that the barbarian had raised his heavy battle ax, which was as big as a door panel, and demolished a demon statue in an instant.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
A strange and strange laughter appeared along with the magic fluctuations. Two groups of ghostly ghost fires with no fixed form turned into ferocious green skulls. The barbarian who charged unstoppably into the crowd had already dismantled the second golem.
One ghost fire spewed out hot flames with the aura of purgatory, and the other turned into a flying shadow, opened its ferocious mouth, and bit the barbarian's neck.
In the blink of an eye, the barbarian was bitten by the will-o'-wisps and scorching flames full of negative energy, and his exposed skin was dehydrated and aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, with wrinkles everywhere. A figure flapping blood-red dragon wings descended from the sky.
A warhammer burning with scorching flames, accompanied by the sound of hunting through the air and powerful power, flew down from a high position and hit the barbarian's head accurately.
“Crack!”
The sound of the hardest skull breaking sounded, and streams of blood gurgled down the barbarian’s head. His body that had begun to shrink stiffened, and he lay on his back. He fell to the ground lifeless.
"How is that possible?"
Seeing his proud subordinate die in such a humiliating battle, Prince Celant's eyes almost popped out of his head.
At the same time, accompanied by a shrill wail, a charming woman fell to the ground. A large area of snow-white and delicate skin quickly turned black, and then the inner layers of muscle tissue, blood vessels, and even white bones , all exposed.
This legendary vampire killer from Mask of the Night, who has always been aloof and cold in the eyes of Prince Celant, screamed and looked at one of his attackers with resentment on his face. The caster, who was wearing a dark purple cloak, exploded into a ball of blood mist, turning into countless bats and running away crazily.
The legendary spellcaster just waved his staff lightly, and a ripple-like invisible ripple, centered on his body, rippled out of the air.
The countless bats transformed by the vampire were like fish in a net, and they all hit a large invisible net, triggering bursts of crackling lightning. With a sizzling sound, all the bats turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.
Even one of the four Dukes of Mask of the Night is dead, and Prince Selant's face becomes increasingly ugly.
Apparently, she tried to assassinate the mage, but was killed instead.
But he did not completely despair, because he could feel in this one-sided battle that the Archbishop from the Dark Lord had not yet taken action.
This archbishop, whose strength has reached a medium level of legend, is the leader of the Bann Church in the entire Kingdom of Cormyr. The war against Arabel City ten years ago included spending a huge price to summon the Dark Lord. The incarnations were all planned by him.
Although the final result ended in failure, the Archbishop survived unharmed, and has been able to survive to this day despite Cormyr's precise attacks on the power of the church.
As expected.
The Archbishop takes action!
The archbishop exudes an evil aura and stands on a makeshift obsidian altar. He is wearing a purple-edged black robe, carrying a silver-white skull holy emblem, and his face is covered with a spirit with a fearful expression. Gold mask.
The Archbishop is summoning demons from the bottomless abyss to help fight!
The ancient and corrupted devil language chanted from the mouth of the archbishop, and the evil dark energy spread like a substance at the very back of the battlefield.
"Come out..."
"Let these people taste the anger from the abyss!"
The archbishop stood in front of the altar, sneering, as if to sneer He was about to finish casting the spell and had enough energy left to say something harsh.
Prince Celant stared at the altar with bated breath.
The Abyss Demon is about to come out, and the High Priest once threatened that with his ability, he can summon at least two Balor Balrogs.
At this moment.
A spear like an energy beam passed through the dark altar, emitting a dazzling light in an instant, and instantly dispelled all the evil energy spewing on the altar, and then exploded with majestic sacred energy. Blow it to pieces.
The high priest was penetrated by a spear, and a transparent hole appeared in his chest where the blood had long been evaporated.
He struggled to raise his head, trying to see who the attacker was.
But the light in his eyes hidden in a fine gold mask with a fearful expression dissipated rapidly, and in the end he could only die unwillingly.
The Archbishop takes action!
The Archbishop is summoning the devil!
The Archbishop is dead!
Seeing this, Prince Celant, who felt as if he had fallen from heaven to hell in an instant, completely collapsed.
He had identified his attacker.
This man is the most famous and dazzling mage lord of Cormyr, Lord Protector Brian.
He was really desperate.
He finally found an opportunity and paid a huge price to unite the army on the Dragon Coast, recruit pirates from the Weihong Sea, and even cooperated with Ghost City and Sembia to win this favorable situation. .
He originally thought that he could lead the victorious army to take down the city of Susar in one go and gain the power to compete with the north.
But he never expected that the entire situation would be reversed in the blink of an eye.
How did this guy do it?
Why was he able to put the entire army on his face through the teleportation circle?
Why are there so many constructs in his army?
Why can he release two meteor blasts in a row?
Why was he able to kill the legendary vampire of Night Mask so easily?
Why was he not only able to kill the Archbishop of the Dark Lord, but also destroy his ritual of summoning the Abyss Legion?
Who is he? ! ! !
The desolate horn sounded, and the familiar horn carried the familiar voice of revenge, which completely panicked the collapsed Prince Selante. He shouted at everyone without looking back: "Retreat! Escape quickly. ! Get out of here!"
"Boom!"
The sound of galloping horse hooves sounded, and the trampling sound was as heavy as thousands of troops, and even the earth was trembling slightly.
The majestic Purple Dragon Knights charged faster and faster, eventually turning into an unstoppable torrent of steel, tearing apart their already shaky formation in an instant.
A stream of blood splattered.
The soldiers who fled in panic fell to the ground and died one after another in the torrent of steel composed of purple dragon knights, just like cutting wheat.
Obviously, the fleeing army played into the hands of the cavalry, allowing them to give full play to the cavalry's mobility, long-distance running and continuous combat capabilities at this moment.
The rebel army's already shaky formation collapsed completely at the moment of the collision between the cavalry.
Prince Selant, who was fleeing on his horse, was frightened by this formation.
He galloped desperately.
On the chaotic battlefield, every bump on the horse's back, every pull, every jump of the horse, would cause pain in his hands, and he had to hold on to the reins tightly in order to survive.
His legs were bruised and painful, but he could not find the stirrups, and his eyes were filled with tears from the thick smoke from the fireball explosion.
Screams and screams were heard, and he had never heard such loud screams.
He was scared, so scared that he was shaking all over and his voice started to choke.
The sound of gold and iron came again, as well as the neighing and snorting of horses.
Suddenly, a hissing fireball exploded on his escape route.
The aftermath of the explosion overturned him and his horse on the muddy ground. The armor all over his body was smashed to death. The heavy horse's hooves stepped past him, and the horse's belly and frayed girdle swept over him. Over his head, then the other horse's belly and fluttering black horse ornaments.
There was a laborious noise, like a lumberjack splitting wood, but there was no wood on the battlefield, only the sound of gold and iron clashing against each other.
“Leave him to me!!!”
A scolding, hoarse and low.
A huge black object fell into the mud next to Prince Selant, and blood spattered everywhere. He saw an armored foot spasming and kicking, and the huge war Boot spurs dug into the ground.
The battlefield is blazing like a roaring wall of red fire.
A figure stood against the fire. It seemed to be a huge rider, taller than the burning wall of fire.
Her horse, covered with dark purple horse ornaments, strutted high and let out a neigh that made his blood run cold.
The rider looked down at him.
Prince Selant saw that her giant helmet looked like a fluttering purple dragon, and her silver-grey eyes shone coldly in the seams of the helmet.
He also saw a rune sword in her lowered hand, the sword's blade shining with magic and reflecting the light of fire.
The rider could not take his eyes away, and Prince Serante was too frightened to move.
Fear froze his body, and the intense fear made his stomach churn. He could not hear the neighing of injured horses, the roar of flames, the cries of dying people, or the loud beating of drums.
The only thing that exists, the only thing that matters, the only thing that makes sense is fear.
Fear turned into a knight wearing a dragon helmet, appearing in front of the wall of raging red flames.
The rider emerges from the raging flames.
The rider raised his runed sword.
The rider urges the horse to attack!
The dragon wings on both sides of her helmet seemed to be dancing in the wind, like a roaring dragon, and as a helpless prey, he had long been paralyzed by fear.
The dragon—or rather the knight—screamed horribly, cruelly, and horribly.
A cold light flashed!
Prince Selant's head flew into the air, drew an arc, and rolled to the ground. His remains fell stiffly and heavily in a pool of blood, like a big tree that had just been chopped down.
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(End of this chapter)