The Earth Conquers All Worlds

"Church! Where's the priest of the church? Why didn't they intercept the opponent's spell?"

The violent and fiery rain of fire did not take care of him because of his noble status. On the contrary, Prince Gresta and the many earth knights gathered around him caused a larger bombardment. If it weren't for the loyal guards on the left and right to protect him with all their might will die instantly.

Even now it is not much better, most of the guards around him died in battle, even he himself is in tattered clothes, extremely embarrassed, his left cheek is scorched and carbonized, his brain is almost ripe.

"This is a delayed war opportunity. I will sentence them to death and burn them all to death!"

Prince Gresta roared, almost dying, he couldn't suppress his anger at all.

Knights with strong melee combat ability but almost no long-range attack ability can fight against them. Even the most powerful mage council, which is about to wipe out all mages, has its own long-range power. Spells to counter the powerful spells of the mage.

You must know that although these mages are weak in body, they are not without melee power. They often cultivate their own knight-level followers, know various movement-limiting spells, and even the powerful can form their own golem army. Coupled with their spells that are far more powerful than knight melee, it is enough to make any close combat at the same level desperate.

Although the divine spells of the Church of Light are single and not as complex as the spells of mages, when the church and knights are fully combined, they are the enemy's worst nightmare.

The combination of knights and priests is an indestructible golden combination on the battlefield. Now the priest army that should provide them with cover has not moved at all, and the knights under his command have suffered heavy casualties. How can this not make him angry?

"Where's that bastard Ollie? Let him come out and explain to me!"

Seeing the loss of half of his meticulously accumulated wings, Prince Gresta's heart was dripping with blood. The knife from the inside was the most hateful. If the last trace of reason was not still there, he could hardly help but draw the sword towards the person behind him. The priests were killed.

"Prince Gresta, Bishop Oli has his own strategic considerations.

Also, he is not your subordinate, no matter what he does, it will be handled by people inside the church, and it has nothing to do with you. "

Wearing a golden priest's gown, an obese church senior with meticulously combed hair came to the battlefield under the protection of a team of church knights. He was very displeased to hear Prince Gresta's angry speech.

"Haha, it has nothing to do with me?"

Prince Gresta blushed, and said coldly: "Very well, it has nothing to do with me, so the next time your priests face the attack of the golem army, it has nothing to do with me. I promise, my soldiers and I We will also watch your screams."

He looked at the archdeacon in front of him mockingly: "I hope these so-called church knights around you can protect your bloody pig's life by then."

"You damn heretic, you dare to blaspheme the glory of the Lord, you..."

The obese church executive was furious and wanted to say something more, but he calmed down immediately thinking of what would happen if the lords didn't rescue him at the critical moment, and threw out a piece of parchment with the lion's seal.

"We have notified in advance and obtained the consent of the Imperial Command. This is an order they gave you, and you must cooperate with our next actions."

"Order? Why don't I know?"

Prince Gresta picked up the parchment, his expression changed several times, and finally he had to say: "I will obey the court's order."

In the middle of the battlefield, after the mage legion cast the spell this time, Captain Regan's face turned pale, and solemnly took out a palm-sized key engraved with six stars from his arms, and poured spiritual power into it.

There was a rumbling sound, the soil on the ground rolled like sea waves, and the smoke and dust filled the air. In the eyes of everyone excited, a huge airship appeared. It was bigger than the palace of the imperial palace. Its whole body was black iron. Two hideous cannon barrels.

The old mage Regan sighed slightly: "This is almost the last trump card of the Magic Council. The precious harvest obtained from the ruins of the ancient magic empire, I thought it would be able to determine the outcome on the battlefield, but I didn't expect it to be used to escape in the end. "

"Get on board, we still have a chance, with the help of the location of the city of magic power, we can defeat these lackeys of false gods!"

That's the way it is said, but not to mention those dejected subordinates, even he himself doesn't believe it, but what else can he do except believe it?

The huge hatch opened, and under the cover of the loyal golem legion outside, these mages slowly boarded the mana airship. Unexpectedly, the knight legion's attack was stronger than expected Among them are much weaker, and the opponent's priest army also strangely did not take any action.

Years of fighting career made him smell something wrong, but it doesn't matter, with the blocking of these golem legions and the protection of the magic airship, they can't be safe, and the next thing to worry about is that there is almost no hope The battle to defend the magic capital.

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The light blue light on the mana airship flashed, and it slowly soared into the air. On the side of the landing cabin of the command room, Regan silently looked at the golem legion desperately resisting below, with heartache flashing in his eyes.

These golem legions, which are almost comparable to the knights of the earth, are the heritage accumulated by the magic council for many years, but now they have to be discarded here like garbage.

Without the source of magic power provided by the magic energy airship, these golems can only fight for a few minutes before turning into dead objects without will.

"Teacher, what do you think will happen to us?

Beheaded directly, or tied to the stake, burned to death under the gloating eyes of those foolish people? "

Behind him, Arthur, the youngest disciple temporarily serving as a messenger, suddenly asked.

Regan saw that he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he was already a disciple of a formal mage, and his eyes felt a little sour: "Arthur, you are a genius above magic, my best disciple, and a member of the Magic Empire. pride.

However, you were born in the wrong era, the magic council is retreating steadily, those barbarians who don't understand magic are despicable and shameless, those lowly commoners are ungrateful, false gods control the supernatural, and we mortals are not allowed to pursue the profound meaning of magic.

There is no way to do this, it is fate playing tricks on us. "

In front of his disciples, Regan didn't hide it, and the sadness in his words overflowed directly.

Hearing such desperate words, Arthur remained calm and seemed to have expected it: "So, teacher, have you considered other ways out?"

"Other way out?"

Seemingly sad and fragile, Regan's face was startled, and he put on a little vigilance: "The way out? What way out?

You want to sell the magic council and join the church or those lords, even if you have to wear the magic ring, and serve those pigs like a dog for life? "

The voice became extremely severe at the last blow, and the magic lock on the Dao Dao mana airship appeared beside Arthur, still with a glimmer of hope: "Say, tell me that's not the case, you just fainted under the heavy pressure That's all."