Chapter 417 Caerleon Battle 6



A red laser light with a diameter of no more than three inches shot at the speed of light, shooting out from the spaceknight commander's hidden gun. The scorching laser beam pierced Uriel's left shoulder before he even realized he was being attacked.

"Arrrghhh!"

Uriel fell to his knees on the ground while blood was already pouring out through his now hollow left shoulder. He was never built for battle, hence the fat elf currently was just tearing in pain.

Seeing that one of their allies had been attacked, Scarr, who highly valued the meaning of an ally, couldn't hold himself back any longer. He shouted in a very loud voice, calling for everyone in the vicinity.

"Guk Tar! Orcs! Kill them!"

Even Karra who was standing next to him felt the same way. She could no longer wait to tear apart the ranks of the barbarians who dared to disregard such a battle.

"Groooo!"

CHIWIIIIK!

While the sea of ​​orcs started running around, Commander Galzef immediately helped Uriel to his feet and led him back. Uriel's current injured condition wouldn't make him last long if he had to stay on the battlefield.

"Insolent Spaceknight!"

"Asgardians! We must win our homeland back from those dirty creatures! Don't stop! This war will be our last! For Asgardians!" The Aesir had no other choice now but to direct his troops to immediately fight against the orcs that were getting more and more wild in anger.

"For Asgardians!!!"

"Attacks!!!"

"Kill them!" shouted the Aesir in a voice that trembled violently and saliva splattered out.

Finally, the war that had previously been postponed finally happened. Absolutely unavoidable.

Everyone ran with their guns raised and shouted their respective shouts of victory.

In a matter of minutes, barbarian troops and orcs clashed on the battlefield. The sounds of slaughter and screams, along with the sight of blood spilling on the ground, was nothing less than barbaric.

SPLAT!

CLANK!

The sound of clashing weapons became the background of a very powerful war.

In just one minute, dozens of victims have fallen with tragic conditions. The blood of orcs, humans, and elves spilled and mixed together on the planet's soil.

Pieces of bodies flew like stones thrown in the air, while the remains of their lifeless bodies turned into footholds for those who could still fight at full strength.

Swish!

SPLAT!

CHIWIIIK!

Scarr managed to throw a dozen barbarians that hit his body and then ran to find the Aesir to be able to feel an extraordinary battle like what Ghrall got.

Meanwhile Ghrall the Overlord orcs fought with dozens of the strongest fighters from the barbarian army, including the chiefs of the ten Asgardian tribes who joined the war.

Grooa!

"For my Chief Golug! I will win this war!"

On the other hand, the orcs champions ran amok until dozens of barbarians from two tribes at once ended up in a pathetic condition.

"Come on, Seth. Please hurry." Uriel muttered still worried about the fate of Carleon City even though his own hands were immobilized for now, as if the laser that had struck him a few minutes ago had burned his motor nerves that function to move his hands.

He only relied on the Commander Galzef who painstakingly pushed through the ranks of orcs while swinging his sword at the approaching barbarians while on their way back away from the center of the battlefield taking Uriel with him.

Some distance from the front line,

Herrera, the fire mage had gotten a power boost from forcing Tristan to use his power to enhance his power on Herrera's body. Now is the best time to use that power.

[Firewall]

A wall of blazing fire forming a square enclosed his body so that the barbarians who came towards him couldn't touch him with their melee attacks.

But the girl did not stop there. His hands moved like they were dancing while channeling to cast a fire magic spell of the highest tier he had mastered so far.

[Piercing Inferno]

Hundreds of burning spearheads suddenly appeared in the air around Herrera as the girl suddenly spread her arms out.

Her eyes gleamed as if there was a fire burning within them, and she glanced around to search for the target of his attack and lock on it. Then, she clasped her hands together again in front of him, creating a single clap.

SPLAT! SPLAT!

"Argghhhh!"

Those hundreds of burning spearheads shot through the skin of the barbarians and burned them.

The war between orcs, half-elves, and elves against the original native humans of the planet continued fiercely.

They all fought with full strength as if there was no longer a tomorrow before them.

Meanwhile, the Carleon City residents who are forced to fight are starting to get frustrated, depressed and have an inner war going on in their souls. Not a few of them have lost their limbs and even their lives before they can give a meaningful attack to the enemy.

They hoped that everything would end soon. No more pain, no more death.

However, expectations are not always quickly granted.

Ahead there, at the place that became the center of the battlefield between the Asgardians and the Arcadians.

Even though only one Aesir was involved, the orcs at the forefront had already been razed to the ground.

As time passed, the Asgardians began to slowly master the course of the war. With the strength of the barbarians who were already trained to fight and their numbers far greater than Carleon City's guard troops, victory seemed to be waiting for them.

Even the spaceknights who had come to accompany them hadn't done anything and were just sitting around observing the war in the rear as if they were only there to help if the outcome of the war didn't go according to their calculations, or didn't go according to plan.

However…

None of them, the Asgardians and the spaceknights knew that up in the air from that direction of the Evergreen Forest… an enormous power was flying, drawing nearer.