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Chapter 270 Our real enemy is a superior... God!

"Hell...Hell has come..." "O God...save your devout believers..."

On the chaotic battlefield, shouts and screams intertwined, and some people even knelt down to pray, hoping to receive God's salvation, but everything was in vain...

The direction in which Rickman and others were located was even more targeted, with ten airships bombing them indiscriminately all the time.

Those nobles who were aloof and thought about how to please the new king before the war, now only regretted in their hearts, wishing that the horses under their feet could grow six legs and lead them to escape from the coverage of the rain of fire...

Joyce was no exception. Seeing that the situation was not going well, he took his own soldiers and fled!

Even so, he couldn't outrun the rain of fire that fell from the sky. Little by little, it quickly fell on his body. Some fell on the strong armor, and some of it seeped through the gaps between the armor and got into his body.

A severe pain and burning sensation surged into his heart, making Joyce's face distorted for a while, but he held it back forcefully. The thought of survival defeated everything.

The tragic situation of those soldiers before had clearly told him that this kind of fire could not be extinguished by ordinary means. Now the only way was to escape from the coverage of the fire rain and then find a way to treat the injuries.

Joyce endured the burning pain, but the war horse under him was the first to be unable to bear it, and let out a shrill neigh, struggling to throw off the great earl above him, and then the war horse twisted its body,

Walked away without looking back...

"Horse, my horse!"

Joyce was dizzy from the fall, yelling at the top of his lungs, and tried to get up from the ground using his hands and feet, but a hand firmly grabbed his thigh and dragged him back again.

After Joyce turned around in horror, he discovered that Grand Duke Rickman was behind him. He had obviously fallen off his horse, but his appearance was worse than his own. His back was covered in blood and flesh, as if he had been trampled by a war horse.

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"Joyce...you bastard, shameful betrayer...Hattar's lackey!" Rickman's eyes were red and his expression was ferocious, as if he wanted to eat Joyce alive.

"Let go, let me go!" At the critical moment of his life, Joyce no longer cared about the other party's identity, and kicked Rickman's head in panic.

Rickman held on tightly to Joyce's thigh. His spine was broken. Now that the bishops and priests were busy taking care of themselves, it was no longer possible to escape from the fire.

Even if he managed to escape to the royal capital, this shameful defeat would be enough to ruin his reputation.

After all, there are more than 10,000 armored soldiers and 2,000 cavalry brigades, which is almost half of the kingdom's elite force. No matter whether it is the king, His Highness the Grand Prince, or the Holy See, they will never let him go.

In Rickman's view, all this was caused by Joyce deliberately concealing information about the wizard. Even if he died, he would drag him to hell with him...

"Get out of here!" Joyce yelled crazily, pulled out the long knife from his waist and cut off Rickman's right hand that was holding his thigh.

After a moment of delay, the next wave of fire rain has already fallen from the sky...

"Go to hell with me, Joyce..." Rickman yelled crazily.

"The damned one is you!" Joyce dragged Rickman over, preparing to use the other person's body as a cover to escape this wave. How could Rickman let him succeed? Two people with noble identities

The great nobles started fighting on the battlefield and were swallowed up by the falling fire rain...

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"What a terrifying power..."

In the distance, looking at the battlefield shrouded in thick smoke and flames, Philip couldn't help but exclaimed. Although they had tested the power of this weapon with Warcraft before and had a general understanding of its effect, they had never thought of this thing.

It's so terrifying when used on humans.

As the commander of the Musketeers, Rowan was also extremely emotional. Before, he did not believe that a war could end without any casualties.

The scene in front of him was undoubtedly the best proof. Lin En gave him a real lesson on how to fight a war when he has absolute firepower.

But these weapons are a bit too scary...

"This is war, kindness to the enemy is often cruelty to oneself!" Lin En's face remained unchanged, obviously he had expected it.

White phosphorus is somewhat inhumane, but it is the best method they have to demoralize the opponent.

Linn didn't know what kind of magic the priests were preparing, but since these people did not choose to retreat, it meant that Grand Duke Rickman believed that they still had the possibility of defeating them.

In this way, even if victory can be achieved in the end, heavy casualties will inevitably be incurred.

"Sir Linn, do we want to pursue now?" Reidel asked quickly. He has not fought many battles, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that now is a good opportunity to pursue and expand the results.

The wizards didn't seem to be giving orders at all, which made him somewhat anxious.

"No, there is no need to pursue anymore. Some of the cavalry have already escaped. I'm afraid we can't stop these people from conveying the situation here to the royal capital." Lin En shook his head and retorted.

The most important point, he didn't say out loud, was that the smoke was highly poisonous!

Before the smoke and dust clears, if you step into it rashly, you may not even know how you died... This thing can't tell the difference between friend and foe!

Moreover, most of this army has been destroyed, and there is no possibility of fighting again. Fear will always be rooted in their hearts.

"Now it seems that this war is not as difficult as the Speakers thought." Orlando said in a relaxed tone.

In the past, when wizards' meetings were held in Greenriel, the Speakers looked sad, as if the land of wizards was about to be in disaster. Some even suggested finding a new paradise on the sea in preparation for the disaster.

Unexpected needs.

Now it seems that the empire just has more people, which is nothing special. If they line up all the more than 20,000 new troops in the Wizarding Land, these people will be nothing more than chickens and dogs.

This victory must be a great morale booster...

"Don't be too careless. This time we just caught the opponent off guard. I'm afraid the next battle won't be that easy." Linn reminded, and more importantly, their real opponents are not these people with weapons.

Soldiers with swords, guns, and crossbows, but the almighty...god!

(End of chapter)