Banner of the Evil God

The attack capability of the mass-produced light cruiser and destroyer-class envoys is not strong. In addition, they have been weakened after descending to the main plane. Even if they use the most powerful attack method "torpedo", a frontal attack can only make high-level adventurers retreat a few steps. But if one attack is not strong, what about ten attacks? What about a hundred attacks?

Accumulated quantitative changes can lead to qualitative changes.

At least ten envoys participated in this wave of attacks. They did not hesitate to use ammunition at all. They all threw all their torpedoes in one breath-of course, these torpedoes can also consume magic power to recover, but it takes time. Each envoy has at least six torpedoes, and at most eight or even twelve torpedoes. If more than ten envoys attack together, there will be nearly a hundred torpedoes.

Because of the command of the lion, these nearly a hundred torpedoes hit the magic shield covering the position of the Church of the Noble God at almost the same time, which is at least equivalent to the full-strength attack of seventy or eighty high-level adventurers at the same time, and these attacks are concentrated in a small area.

What will be the result? You don't have to think about it.

There was only one loud noise. From this loud noise, we could tell how accurately the gods had grasped the timing of the attack. Nearly a hundred torpedoes only produced one long sound, instead of a chaotic rumble. The seemingly solid magic shield shook violently, like a soap bubble that had been pierced with a needle, and it collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time when the magic shield disappeared, at least twenty clergymen of the Noble God Church changed their faces, and blood spurted out of their noses and mouths as if they were performing movie special effects. The worst one had blood spurting out of his mouth for almost two meters, and the whole person became thin in an instant, like a bag of bones, and fell straight to the ground, dying in sight.

This was the backlash of the spell. The more powerful the spell, the greater the backlash after it was destroyed. The magic shield covering the divine magic position was jointly arranged by everyone. When it was broken, the backlash force was naturally shared equally by everyone. But the legendary masters were fine. How could these high-level or even less than high-level priests withstand such a backlash!

Even the legendary masters were dizzy at this moment, and felt that there were 365 ducks quarreling in their heads, or two groups of aunts arguing in the vegetable market... In short, it was the kind of noisy feeling that made people want to go crazy, but there was nothing they could do.

If Sui Xiong knew, he would probably say: "Isn't this the legendary 'a fly buzzing into your ear'..."

In fact, it was almost like this.

Fortunately, the legendary masters all had strong physiques and wills, and they suppressed this discomfort in a blink of an eye and quickly recovered their combat effectiveness.

But at this time, the gods had already rushed to a place very close to them.

The mass-produced gods were not strong, but no matter how weak they were, when they burst out with all their strength, they had the strength close to that of high-level adventurers. They had an overwhelming advantage against the clergy of the Noble God Church who were injured and dizzy due to the backlash of spells.

Those thin, delicate-looking gun barrels could still launch attacks that were deadly enough to injure people.

Such attacks had little effect on the heavily armored paladins, but Xiao Ao, who was lurking in the charge team, knew what to do as soon as he saw the situation. He ordered his companions to ignore the paladins and direct all the firepower at the clergy who were only wearing medium-sized armor at best.

As for the mages without armor... they were almost killed in the first place.

But at this time, they also encountered a tough opponent.

The three legendary strongmen took action.

The first one to take action was the tall and thin old man, who was a ranger. Although he seemed skinny and weak, he was actually very powerful. Seeing the approach of the gods, the artillery fire was about to hit him. He sneered, took out a bow and arrow from the storage bag, and shot straight without aiming. Seeing the arrows shot out like raindrops, in just one breath, six or seven gods were hit by arrows.

The old ranger's archery skills were superb, and every arrow naturally shot at the vital points. If he was facing a group of ordinary people, it would be almost impossible for anyone to survive under the arrows. But although the gods look like young girls, they are essentially a collection of divine power. They don't have the concept of "vital points" at all. Whether it is an arrow piercing the heart or an arrow sealing the throat, it will not be more serious for them than shooting through the arm or thigh.

So, when the old ranger saw that a god had an arrow shot through her head, still alive and kicking without being affected at all, he knew that he should step back and let others take the lead in the battle.

Of course, he was not without the ability to fight in close combat, but fighting with a guy who didn't care about being shot in the head? Wouldn't that mean he was living a dog's life at such an old age!

The other two legendary warriors had better records than him. The burly man was a berserker. Seeing the enemy approaching, he roared, and then his body was covered with scarlet blood. Then he swung his axe and rushed over.

His axe was extremely heavy, probably heavier than an ordinary person. Such a heavy weapon was naturally very powerful when wielded. The closest god's messenger only had time to fire a shot at him before he was hit on the head by his axe, splitting him in half from shoulder to hip.

There was no doubt that he was really dead, even if there was no vital part of the god's messenger.

Although the hasty shot also hit him, it was blocked by the bloody fighting spirit on his body that was like armor, and had almost no effect.

The big man killed his opponent with an axe, grinned, and a little madness appeared in his eyes. He turned the axe horizontally, accompanied by another roar, and the whole person spun like a gyroscope, and the axe naturally turned into a whirlwind of sharp blades, sweeping across the area.

As for the elegant woman, she was a legendary wizard, especially good at space magic. Of course, she would not approach the enemy stupidly. First, she made a quick space jump and retreated at least twenty steps away. Then, white light lingered on her right hand with two rings, and four crescent-like lights flew out and shot at the charging gods.

Her attack was the smallest, neither as fierce as the big man nor as sharp as the old ranger, but her attack was actually the most dangerous, because those crescent-like lights were actually pieces of broken space.

Anyone hit by these seemingly harmless lights will quickly collapse, causing great damage no matter where they are hit. Most of the gods lost their combat effectiveness after being hit, and some were even killed directly.

Of course, mass-produced gods are still rushing over continuously. With the resources stored in Kabala, it is no problem to summon them hundreds of times.

Moreover, these charging gods are not fighting alone, and they have reliable comrades behind them.

About one or two seconds after the three legendary masters attacked, Shi had received the battle report here and made corresponding adjustments.

Her adjustment was to let the battleship-level gods turn the gun barrels and fire at the three legendary masters.

"Fire!" She waved her scepter and ordered loudly, "Suppress them!"

At the command, the roars became one, and red flames fell from the sky, covering the three legendary masters in the range of the gunfire.

Such an attack certainly could not kill them directly, but it was enough to suppress them and prevent them from freeing their hands to attack.

In this situation, the three legendary warriors resisted for a while and then chose to retreat at the same time.

They could still risk holding on for a while, but what was the point? It would be better to retreat quickly and join the main force.

As they retreated, the clergy of the Church of the God of Nobility on the front line were naturally annihilated, and the Church of the God of Knowledge won the outpost battle without any setbacks.