Chapter 498: Chaotic Battlefield

Under the bloody remaining clouds, the battlefield was bleak.

The numerous swords intertwined into boundless thorns, and the blood that was still warm flowed freely on this sharp and cold curtain. It was almost impossible to tell whether those limbs belonged to enemies or comrades. Broken arms of people could be seen everywhere. , the moans of the dying and the cries of the injured can be heard everywhere in the Shura field.

The last rebel army has retreated, and he has won the last victory in his life, but there is no joy of victory in his heart, only emptiness and confusion.

The pain on his body also became illusive in the face of this confusion.

He never thought that the knights who swore to follow him to the death would betray him, and there were only a few people left by his side in the end. They had overcome obstacles under his leadership, and they would burst into triumphant cheers after every victory, exuding With heroic brilliance, they were worshiped and supported by the people, but on this final battlefield of victory, I could only see the embarrassment and gloom on their faces.

There are no flowers dedicated to the heroes and no praise from the people, because the people no longer regard these former heroes as their patron saints.

The final victory on the battlefield means the failure of this life. The King of Britain holding the holy sword has bid farewell to her glory. Time has proved everything. She is not the most qualified king, and in the end, she did not protect her people. The king, she once thought like a machine and firmly believed that she could protect the country with her sword. But in the end, what happened was the people's breach of trust and the alienation of the knights. "The perfect king cannot understand ordinary people at all." Such remarks completely negated the lifelong belief of the King of Knights, and also led to the disintegration of her subjects. In the end, she even had to use the sword in her hand to swing at the people she had sworn to protect, and at the knights who had also sworn to protect her. .

The approaching enemy troops kept overlapping with the scenes in the memories, and the cries and complaints of the past seemed to be vaguely ringing in my ears again, as well as the disputes that broke out between the Knights of the Round Table who were once so close. …

"Arturia," a pair of strong hands suddenly patted the absent-minded girl on the shoulder, "focus."

"Sorry." Saber quickly clenched the holy sword in her hand and refocused her attention on the phalanx in the distance.

"As I said, if the Holy Grail cannot fulfill your wish, praying to us is still valid." I smiled gently and said the promise I told her at the beginning, but this time, the other party must have already A vague understanding of this promise can be gained from a series of recent events.

"They're going to attack!"

After calming down, Saber quickly entered the state, and then saw the changes in the battle formation in the distance. The originally dense array suddenly began to separate layer by layer. The first row of infantrymen holding round shields strode out, and at the same time neatly took out the weapons. Javelins, and the infantry phalanx behind the second row began to evacuate, and the light infantry began to move to the flanks to prepare for the next battle.

In order to deal with just a dozen people, tens of thousands of troops have formed such a formation. At first glance, it is simply ridiculous. If nothing else, if a fight really breaks out, how many of these ten thousand people will have a chance to fight with us? How many of the javelins they threw could fly to the target?

But in the face of such a battle that looked like anti-aircraft artillery fighting mosquitoes, I could only feel the strict discipline of the army in front of me, and the orders and prohibitions were enforced.

The invisible sword in Saber's hand was pointing forward, and the blade was gradually emitting stronger and stronger wind pressure. She was unraveling the Wind King's barrier that made the holy sword invisible, and Red A took out a very similar style. The weird golden bow had no arrows on the bowstring, but he made the action of opening the bow and drawing the arrow. At the same time, a uniform roar suddenly broke out from the heavy infantry phalanx in front.

"Drink!!!"

Overwhelming the sky, attacking like locusts, were the massive javelins thrown by the infantrymen of the first row. The trajectory they traced across the air for a moment allowed me to initially judge that the landing points of these weapons were not all concentrated on us. overhead, but evenly covering the entire battlefield.

So, if we directly use our numerical advantage to block the possible agile heroes among us with fire coverage, under such a large-scale torrential rain, even the Rider will have a hard time escaping in time, right?

Then, unexpectedly, the hurricane swept ahead.

The Wind King barrier wrapped around the holy sword was finally released by Arturia. The timing was just right, forming a tornado that completely surrounded us. Thousands of javelins were sucked into the tornado with chaotic magic power. The controlled collisions triggered continuous huge explosions, and the magic explosions caused a chain reaction, almost detonating all the javelins. For a moment, the sky above us seemed to collapse with a loud noise.

This is the power of the Heroic Spirit Legion. Although their first wave of attacks was blocked, the power far beyond that of human troops cannot be denied. Just a wave of gunfire actually contains no less than a round of saturation bombing by strategic bombers. The destructive power, if there were no tricks used by the Wind King's barrier, this round of attacks would be enough to wipe out any heroic spirit.

Einzbern Castle was undoubtedly destroyed in an instant under such an attack, and Uncle B was able to escape from the mountain mansion with Ilya with hundreds of such spears. I should say that he is a gray man. b’s mt?

"Bang, bang, bang", the sound of continuous bowstring vibrations rang in my ears. Red A pulled the bowstring of the arrowless bow out of thin air, and a series of looming air arrows flew out, accurately killing the already Several centurions of the infantry heroes began to charge here. Obviously, this strange bow does not need arrows at all. Its ammunition is naturally generated through magic.

Wow, the legendary orange bow?

Of course, this weak counterattack would not hinder the well-trained Roman army. After the leading centurion fell, the enemy's charge became more brave, throwing the javelin in his hand, and all the infantrymen in the first row drew their broads. Blades and swords rushed toward us with loud shouts, and behind them, the javelins of the second row had flown out, far beyond the infantry square of the first row, and flew over our heads in an instant.

"Void detonation!"

Being surrounded by tens of thousands of heroic spirits, this is not the time to continue to play soy sauce. When all the javelins entered the attack range, I did not hesitate to open a void crack among them, although this crack only lasted less than a millisecond. , the void energy leaked in was enough to cause the javelins condensed by the pure energy body to produce an even more violent chain explosion than before. In the sound of the explosion, a black ball with a radius of several hundred meters suddenly expanded in the sky. It was a giant A large amount of magic power and a trace amount of void energy were entangled together to form an energy condensation phenomenon that could not be vented, and then there was a loud sound like the earth was shattering.

The air shock wave spread crazily from the place where the black ball disappeared. The wind pressure alone caused the ground to be covered with deep and broken scratches. The infantry square formation directly under the black ball suffered a disaster. The tens of tons of pressure generated instantly turned many heroic spirits into magic scattered in the air, and the infantry far away from the explosion center were also smashed to pieces. In just one void explosion, there were nearly a thousand heroic spirits. Turn into ashes.

This scene only lasted for two or three seconds, but Tohsaka and the others simultaneously let out unrepressed exclamations. Everyone, including Saber, cast their shocked gazes here.

This was not a clever way of blowing away thousands of javelins like the Wind King's barrier just now, but a complete frontal attack. An explosion destroyed all the magic javelins and also killed nearly a thousand heroic infantry!

For the first time, this was the first time they saw the power of serious action from "a Centaur photography enthusiast". So, after a brief shock, everyone's confidence suddenly soared.

"Although I can't be as exaggerated as you, the alien uncle, I won't be lazy!" Tohsaka patted his small chest that was not very plump, and then grabbed a few rubies filled with magic power, and prepared To deal with the heroic infantry who had already rushed forward, there was one person who was faster than her.

And the results are more exaggerated than mine.

Shandora was suspended in mid-air, with the golden hair on her back flying in the wind, constantly sprinkling fluorescent light like dandruff, which I would definitely get beaten up if I said it at this time, and the golden sharp lines expanded like a curtain wall. , connecting the earth and the sky, Sandora, who acted as the CPU in the center of this "circuit board", gave orders to the nearby enemies in an indifferent tone.

"The souls of the betrayers will surely serve the Soul Reaver - kill all your comrades!"

The heroic infantrymen who rushed in the front row suddenly stiffened as if they had been struck by an electric shock, and their whole bodies trembled violently. Then they raised their swords at the same time, turned around, and without hesitation slashed the comrades behind them in two.

This moment of counterattack immediately disrupted the originally neat phalanx charge (after experiencing the large-scale attrition of the void explosion, they were able to quickly reorganize their formations. This ferocious cooperation is probably comparable to that of the Xiling soldiers. ), even the best soldiers will fall into panic if they suddenly see their comrades charging in front suddenly turn around and kill their own people crazily. Therefore, the infantry phalanx, which cannot even be disrupted by the void explosion, suddenly burst into flames. The fight finally fell into chaos.

"The empire crushes!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Leizi also quickly pulled out the command knife in his hand and pointed it forward. The dark red halo expanded rapidly. Except for the soldiers who had been mind-controlled by Sandora, all the enemy soldiers appeared above them. There is a flashing crosshair mark, and next to the crosshair is a rapidly decreasing number.

"Hurry up and attack." I reminded everyone who was a little distracted because of Sandora's terrifying ability. Only then did they remember that the enemy had not been eliminated yet!

Berserker took the lead under the command of Ilya, and was the first to rush into the enemy formation that was approaching. He waved the huge stone ax in his hand like the wind, and achieved astonishing results with his random attacks without any rules. More than a dozen people were covered in The infantry under heavy armor were unable to resist the power of his single blow, and they turned into scattered limbs and severed arms. In just two or three seconds of fighting, he destroyed all the soldiers in front of him who had been controlled by Sandora's mind. Got it done...

"Ilya! Let that stupid guy aim and hit!"

Seeing the expression in Sandora's eyes that was almost bursting with fire, I quickly reminded the silver-haired little loli who was wandering in the sky.

Then he turned around and saw Uncle B raising his leg and kicking away another soldier B who was passing by innocently.

Are you an undercover agent? You are definitely an undercover, right? Uncle B!

Fortunately, except for Berserker who killed countless of his own people astonishingly as soon as he came on the scene, no one else's attacks resulted in an own goal. Saber and Sasaki, who are good at close combat, waved their swords and dazzled after lifting the wind king's barrier. The golden sword and the "bamboo pole" floating with psionic energy are like two small meat grinders, strangling the approaching enemy soldiers. Although the two people's cooperation in killing enemies is not as fast as the little scorpion who is addicted to killing, but It was really amazing, and the agile Rider had already mounted her Pegasus, fluttering her wings and flying around the battle formation, constantly using her advantage of speed and height to kill the centurions who were directing the battle among the soldiers. Caster's age-of-the-god magic was fully unleashed under the restraint of Saber and others on the enemy. The overwhelming arcane missiles, blizzards, eye-beams, multiple arcane shots, Qigong waves, and Xiao Li's flying knives were all dazzling.

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As soon as they fought, Saber discovered the difference between this enemy and the heavy infantry he encountered last time. If the soldiers he encountered last time still had the strength to compete with him, the enemy he encountered this time...

It's as fragile as paper, its movements are slow, its attacks are inaccurate, and it almost always kills in one hit.

Of course, she would not think that this was a sudden breakthrough, nor would she place her hope on the armors of the soldiers in front of her being made in China. Naturally, she put her doubts on the red crosshairs on the heads of the enemy soldiers. superior.

That is of course the credit of Ruizi. As I said, in a large-scale legion melee, a storm commander can often play a greater role than an entire army. She can strengthen or weaken the soldiers on a legion basis. This It can almost reverse the strength of the two warring parties at will. If we hadn't drawn out the army and Ruizi's various strengthening skills were of little use, Saber would definitely be even more surprised.

Units shrouded in "Empire Crush" will be weakened. In addition to the regular slowdown, misalignment, and weakening effects, the most outrageous thing about this halo skill is the "damage limit" attribute. In short, it is weakened. Any attack launched by the target will always produce minimum damage, and when attacked, it will definitely suffer maximum damage.

For example, a weakened soldier swings a knife at you. This knife may cut off your arm, or it may only rub off a layer of your skin due to the angle deviation. Congratulations, except for a few hairs on your body. There will be no damage, and for the other party, it will be exactly the opposite.

Whether it is Saber or Rider, every Heroic Spirit on our side has the possibility of killing these soldier Heroic Spirits with one hit if the conditions are completely suitable. Therefore, under the influence of Ruizi's skills, the possibility of killing with one hit becomes It became inevitable, and a large number of enemies began to fall under the endless attacks on weak points.

It would be great if the duration of this skill could be infinite...

Looking at the crosshairs with numbers approaching zero, I began to have daydreams.

While the soldiers in the first row were in close contact with us, the soldiers at the rear of the phalanx were also not idle. They were throwing javelins in their hands almost all the time. At first, I felt sorry for this kind of willingness to kill comrades even at the cost of killing them. I was deeply shocked by the enemy's tactics, but soon I discovered a rather unfair phenomenon: these javelins can actually distinguish between ourselves and the enemy!

When they hit one of their own, not only will they not cause harm, but they will quickly turn into scattered magic power, and then replenish it into the bodies of the soldiers who were hit, allowing their scars to heal quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. So, with the tears With the end of the sub-ability, the follow-up troops in the first row are in place, and the armored men in the second row are constantly replenishing magic for their good friends who are charging ahead (...), the little advantage we gained by using the sudden amplification move at the beginning finally finally Being pushed back, densely packed and endless enemies began to pour in from all directions, and everywhere they looked were filled with the cold light of hostile swords.

Sandora has given up on the puppet soldiers she controlled for the first time, most of which were killed or injured, and her attempt to find spiritual slaves again does not seem to be very effective. After all, the enemy is a heroic spirit, which is far beyond the ordinary creatures we usually crush." The mental power required to control a thousand heroic spirits is almost enough to control thousands of times the number of ordinary people, but the effect is very little: after experiencing the initial panic, those enemy soldiers have learned their lesson, and as long as one If any soldier was controlled by Shandora, his comrades would be the first to strike and cut his body into pieces. This was the case after several attempts at mental control, which made Shandora simply give up this wasteful attempt and instead focus on a large area. Then, the enemy soldiers charging towards us from behind the battle formation began to suffer large-scale inexplicable casualties: while running rapidly, the tiger's body suddenly shook, and blood spurted out. That was still good, more He was frothing at the mouth while running, his brain had been burned into braised eggplant soup by the pressure of his mind, but his body was still driven forward by instinct, and his mouth full of foam drew abstract curves and parabolas as he ran. , when he fell down, his comrades behind him were covered with hair and faces. He was disgusted to death even if he was not killed...

There is no doubt that the enemy is the Roman legion.

A strict infantry square formation, the first round of infantry throwing spears, charging, the second round of infantry throwing spears, fighting, light infantry flanking guards and launching harassment, such a cycle of strict tactics, only the elite infantry regiments of the ancient Roman Empire could be so skilled. In other words, the deceitful head of the Matou family summoned a Roman legion?

The battle is still going on. Although the enemies are huge in number and menacing, due to Sandora's powerful psychic power and me throwing void explosions or amaterasu into their phalanx from time to time, the originally disparity in numbers is astonishing. The situation ended in a stalemate, even when Sandora and I didn't take any serious action.

However, gradually, I discovered something unusual...