Chapter 1325： Incendiary

The first thousand and thirty-five chapters of the text of the sword of dawn, incendiary bomb Wycliffe, is a little hard to understand what happened before him, but whether he can understand it or not, this unbelievable scene is happening in this occupied land, and This scene is changing the course of many people's destiny.

In the dark winter night, the Holy Setting Sun battle group that chose to land on the battlefield was like a boulder suddenly rising in this dark tide, facing the stormy waves, blocking the almost foregone situation, and beginning to reverse the whole battlefield little by little.

Hundreds of heavily armed white knights and nuns stepped onto the battlefield and began to clean up the remaining monsters near the steel church with heavy burners and holy light blasters. The heavy tanks drove out of the church arsenal quickly in the church. An additional barrier was formed in front of the Farm Fortress. These tanks have been specially modified. Their main guns have been replaced with burners with a higher success rate, and more powerful shields have been buried under the armor plates. Additional power consumption These tanks are weaker than their general-purpose compatriots in terms of endurance, but it is clear that the technical priests of this battle group have already considered this.

The spire at the top of the cathedral opened, and the heavy steel armor was placed in the roof below. The exposed interior of the spire was a huge magic crystal, and the whole church also became a magic net hub on this battlefield. The powerful magic power began to cover the line of defense. Whether it was the tanks that formed barriers or the white knights and nuns who were sweeping away the remnant enemies, all the rune devices emitted a brighter light than before.

A white knight who was not equipped with a burner and carried a heavy warhammer on his shoulder walked out of the darkness. He passed through the burning flames and the wreckage left by the deformed body, and went straight to Wycliffe and others to settle down. Barrier.

A roaring deformed body suddenly got up from the darkness, dragged its broken body towards the tall and burly priest, the white knight picked up the warhammer in his hand, as if putting it down casually, leaned to his side, accompanied by With a sound released by the mechanical device, the monster that leaped over was instantly hit by a heavy hammer on the ground, and was crushed directly on the stone by the ejected impact device into meat sauce.

"This is Amel Krit, the commander of the Sacred Setting Sun. We have brought medical personnel." The burly white knight held the long handle of the mechanical warhammer in one hand and lifted the iron shell from his waist in prayer. The cover of the prayer book is engraved with his battle group emblem and identity plate. "I am glad to see that there are still living people on this line of defense. Please open the barrier. You need medical assistance."

Wycliffe froze for a moment, and then he reacted. Although the unthinkable scene in front of him still made his mind feel confused, he acted quickly and held the broken sword with his left hand. handle. Accompanied by the buzzing sound, those fragmented blade fragments quickly recovered and spliced ​​into the shape of a long sword, and the barriers supporting the survivors quickly dissipated.

The Ogure King of Mankind lowered his head and glanced at the holy sword in his hand that seemed to be restored to its original state. He still couldn't help but sigh softly. The broken fragments can be restored to blades, but the remaining energy in this sword originated from the Gondor period. It is impossible to restore the precise structure of the sword. This sword has completed its historical mission and will only remain in the showcase from now on.

But he raised his head and glanced at the chaotic battlefield and the "priests" in front of him, and suddenly felt that something was about to become history. After all, the appearance of the world today is really different from what he is familiar with...

"It seems that you are your Majesty King Wycliffe, we almost came one step late in praising the Holy Light." A deep voice came from under the white knight's helmet, and also interrupted Wycliffe's sigh. The burly priest took off his helmet, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with thick beard and hair. Then he turned to look at the edge of the battlefield and saw that the aberration was still pouring out from the distant mountain pass, but the cathedral itself was powerful. Firepower and ground troops released from the church have blocked most of the gap in the battlefield. The large number of Dragoon fighters hovering in the sky and the other cathedral that maintains suspension operations are constantly pouring firepower to the direction of the mountain pass, maintaining their own side. Suppressing the advantage in the air made him breathe a sigh of relief, with a confident look on his face.

"Don't worry, these filthy and profane creatures can no longer break through this mountain pass. We have brought two aerial fortresses and sufficient ground troops, and Sister Marian is also very good at purifying heresy with flames," the high-ranking self-proclaimed Amer The priest turned his head and nodded to Wycliffe and said, "We can rebuild our defenses before dawn."

"You..." Wycliffe finally regained his speech ability. The first thing he thought of was the distortions that had poured into the kingdom and spread to the south, as well as the compatriots on the other line of defense. "Wait, you are from Where did it come from? How is the situation in Hongyu City?"

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty," Amal immediately raised his hand to interrupt the excited words of the human king, "The main force of the empire is now in Hongyu City, where Sister Marian and I received Camilla. News from the chief came here to support."

"The main force...you are not the main force?" Wycliffe was taken aback for a moment, with a weird expression looking at the majestic cathedral and another aerial fortress floating in the sky, his mouth twitched. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but a wave of shaking came from a mountain pass not far away, interrupting everyone's voice at the scene.

He immediately raised his head to look at the gap where there used to be a triple city wall built by humans and spirit races. Of course, now the city wall has long been beaten by monsters with siege artillery and turned into a ruined wall. The scene in the gap made the human king stunned. Closed eyes.

He saw a huge swaying figure. It was a "behemoth", the most powerful magical creation in the Aberration Legion. Between the behemoths there were countless synthetic monsters that looked like deformed giants crawling on all fours. The backs of those synthetic monsters There were swollen and ugly cyst-like organs growing on it, and purple-black highly toxic smoke continuously spewed out of that organ, polluting the entire battlefield.

"Be careful of those creeping creatures!" Wycliffe shouted immediately, "The gas they release is not only highly toxic, but also can quickly corrode and embrittle any armor and the outer walls of the Farm Fortress. It is these monsters that cooperate with the giants. Destroyed by the shelling of the beast!"

"It seems that the commander behind these monsters is still unwilling to admit this failure." Amal also saw the ugly and hideous synthetic creatures, with unabashed disgust and contempt on his face, and then reached out and pressed it. Somewhere near the neckline of the heavy armor, the gleam of the communication device lit up between his shoulderguard and the neckline. "Sister Marian, we need the'Purgatory' incendiary. We can't let more monsters cross. It’s over the mountain pass."

"Understood, infernal incendiary," a young female voice rang from the communication device, "purification begins soon."

The cathedral that landed on the surface to build a defense line is not alone. There is still an aerial fortress belonging to the Holy Setting Sun regiment maintaining a flying posture, providing an important cover for the ground forces, and here is the same building where the church and the holy library are flying. In the depths of the fortress, a young nun with long blonde hair is standing in front of the steel-poured prayer platform, watching the development of the battle on the surface.

Behind this young nun, there should be a preaching platform, but there is a huge mechanical device. The mechanical device is composed of a humming base and a vertical crystal tube. At this moment, the crystal tube is protected by alloy. The shell has been opened, and the scene inside is unobstructed: it is filled with a thin yellowish biomass solution, a huge synthetic brain is floating in the middle of the pipe, and a large number of cables and nerve fibers extend from the brain. , They are buried deep between the walls and pillars by a concealed project, connecting the cathedral and the anti-gravity platform at the base of the cathedral.

In the prayer hall of the church, the nuns and priests are each paying attention to the control terminal in front of them. Theoretically, in the long hall that should be used for religious ceremonies, there are magical platforms emitting dim light and holographic projections floating in the air. On a group of holographic projections, one can clearly see the army of distortion bodies constantly emerging from the distant mountain pass.

"The head of the Amer station needs support," the blonde nun Marianne said to the console. "Starting to assemble the Purgatory Incendiary."

"Understood," a neutral mechanically synthesized sound came from above the preaching stage. The main brain immersed in the crystal tube also moved slightly, and a series of bubbles appeared, "Starting to combine the infernal incendiary..."

Under the cathedral, a small arsenal was launched. The prefabricated components prepared in advance were taken out of separate compartments and placed in a specially processed circle in the loading slot of the launcher with the cooperation of manual and mechanical devices. A cylindrical shell, twelve highly-sealed internal storage tanks, a crushing diffusion device, and a special alchemical kerosene were combined into a terrorist projectile with a diameter of nearly two meters in a very short period of time. Finally, the robotic arm directly controlled by the main brain took out the "ignition core" of this terrorist weapon from the obsidian compartment.

An artificially created living fire element that only relies on instinctive action and has a short life cycle is temporarily imprisoned in a special crystal ball.

On the surveillance screen sent back from the main brain, the nun Marianne watched with a calm expression on the robotic arm that was squeezing the elemental creature that was constantly restless and on the verge of losing control into the "crew compartment" of the infernal incendiary.

The giant tree of Thorin can use druid spells to summon treants and arm them into heavy gunners. Magicians can summon arcane servants and use them as their own laboratory assistants. Elemental mages of various factions can summon or create basic ones. Elemental creatures act as servants or thugs. It is normal for the Empire’s weapon production line to summon a living fire element to act as the ignition core and amplification unit of the incendiary bomb, and it makes perfect sense in logic.

His Highness Rebecca's wisdom on the path of "fireball" is truly convincing.

"Purgatory incendiary bombs are assembled and can be launched at any time." The voice of the main brain sounded on the preaching stage, interrupting Sister Marian's brief thoughts.

"It is permitted to launch the holy light to protect its cartridge case and incendiary tank."

The mechanical device slammed, and a black hole was opened on the side of the aerial platform. Accompanied by the humming sound of orbital acceleration and a series of light cyan light streams shining, in the dark night sky, a particularly eye-catching light cyan air mass broke away from the big sky. At the bottom of the church, it drew a graceful parabola in the night, roaring and crashing into the mountain gap in the northeast.

The shells split in mid-air, and the twelve storage tanks exploded before the shells hit the ground. Alchemy solution was poured in the air. Then a group of shining flames burst from the center of the shells' impact. In between, the entire mountain was covered. The fire cloud that was raised in the sky turned into blood-like crimson, but in the center of the fire cloud, there was another group of bright to whitish light that exploded twice, spreading and burning the flames further.

A faintly huge figure stood up from the fire cloud and began to frantically sprinkle flames in all directions it could feel. The artificially created elemental environment allowed this terrifying and out-of-control summoned creature to grow rapidly in a few seconds. Before its lifespan is exhausted and disintegrated, this artificial purgatory is enough to burn everything on the surface of the earth.

The leader of the white knight, Amer, looked at the giant fire element raging on the mountain pass from a distance, watching the night sky being reflected as bright as the day, and suddenly muttered thoughtfully, "I heard that the incendiary bomb was launched in Purgatory. Swearing at it before can increase its power and burning range by 25%... I'm afraid it's not true..."

Wycliffe, who was a little dazed by the side, didn't hear the high-ranking priest's mutter, and couldn't help asking, "What did you say?"

"Ah... it's nothing," Amal reacted and waved his hand slightly, then looked at the human soldiers who were being inspected by the nuns and knights, with a serious expression, "The environment here is not very good, and the wounded who can be transferred are the most Fortunately, it can be transferred to the church... In addition, we suspect that there will be other survivors in this area. Later, I will send search troops to check the nearby ruins, hoping to save as many people as possible..."

Wycliffe glanced at the high-ranking priest with a weird expression: "You...really medical personnel?"

"Of course," Amal was a little taken aback by the other party's question. He looked down at the prayer book in his hand, and looked at the church and the nuns who were not far away. "What do we look like? Not like a doctor?"

Wycliffe looked at the warhammer in the hands of Priest Amer, and at the burner openings protruding from around the church and the mechanical gloves in the hands of the nuns. The corners of his mouth twitched: "Say Really, it doesn't look like anywhere..."

While talking, a young nun nearby came to the side of a fallen soldier. The fallen soldier looked at the pretty girl in front of him. For a while, he forgot that the other party was a priest, and couldn't help but compliment: "Oh. , Beautiful lady, I’m so lucky! Do you have a sweetheart? Have time to..."

The nun didn't wait for the other person to finish speaking, and asked blankly: "Has anesthesia?"

The soldier froze for a moment: "Uh...general anesthesia..."

In the next second, he saw a fist wrapped in a mechanical structure rapidly zooming in before his eyes. This was the last scene he saw before he lost consciousness.

"Fist numb," the nun nodded, motioned to the lower-level nun next to him to take over, then turned to look at the other wounded soldier, "half numb?"

The wounded soldier next to him swallowed, and he no longer dared to say frivolously like the soldier just now: "Half...half..."

"No numbness. Bang!"

Wycliffe stared at this scene dumbfounded.

Amer had to explain: "Part of the nun's holy light operation device is in the glove..."

"But I'm sure I heard it just now... Forget it, I believe you."