The battle between the two sides had lasted until a quarter past ten. After three or four hours of continuous fighting, both sides were exhausted.
The Shadow Cult's attack was repelled and then surged again, but its strength was greatly weakened. The little fat dragon's power was gradually exhausted and he could no longer replenish the corrupted demons. Only half of his corrupted demons were intact, and the rest had either broken arms or legs.
Both sides' Level 5s pressed forward, and the enemy's two Holy Lights were beaten up by Feiluominai and Ashina. The Sea Rose who came ashore was entangled with the elf Aliana.
All kinds of gorgeous magical skills were thrown around, but both sides were chosen by God and did not dare to be too radical.
Once a chosen one is defeated, there will be no recovery, and the people of the Shadow Cult are also on guard against sneak attacks from corrupted creatures.
"Ansiel, if we want to break the situation, we have to rely on your cavalry."
"If only I hadn't been so careless and killed the Four Horsemen."
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The leader murmured coldly, constantly manipulating the blood key in his hand, absorbing the life force of the sacrifice and deciphering the code. At the same time, he commanded the troops that had been pre-set, one of which was quietly behind, and the other was ready to go on the left wing.
At this time, Ansiel, the third-level chosen god of the Shadow Cult, led the elite cavalry and used a large number of fog lights to sneak around the rear of the Night Army.
Ansel thought that he could lead his army through the gray fog and catch Field off guard.
Little did she know that her sneaky behavior had long been seen through by Field. On the small map, a large-scale military operation involving more than a thousand people could not be concealed at all.
"The enemy is preparing to attack. Tell the elves to retreat to the rear to meet the enemy, and let Rosaria go to the front."
"Concentrate all artillery and divide them into two teams. Change the shotgun shells and move them to the rear."
"Prepare for a counter-charge." Field keenly sensed the key to the battle. He suppressed his inner excitement and worry, clenched his fists, and said, "Let the enemy see the explosive power of the Night Leader's army."
This is a battle opportunity. If they fail to handle it well, the Night Army may be defeated. If they fail to seize it, the battle will continue to be stalemate. But if they can grasp it, they can quickly defeat the enemy.
Soon, Ansiel, the chosen one of the Shadow Cult, arrived behind the Night Lord's army with more than a thousand knights.
Most of them are fighting knights, the foundation of the Shadow Cult.
"Field would never have thought that we would follow his example and attack from the gray fog." Ansel was so proud that he gestured to his men, "Charge for the Shadow Cult."
"Blood sacrifice to the true God!"
With a loud roar, nearly a thousand Dou Qi knights, the most elite members of the Shadow Cult, no longer concealed their auras and simultaneously released their Dou Qi. The ordinary cavalry followed closely behind them, holding their cavalry swords high.
Various kinds of fighting spirit intertwined, and Ansel also burst out with divine power, and a tremendous murderous intent rose into the sky.
"kill!"
Ansel laughed wildly, and the spear in his hand pierced through the gray fog. He looked like a peerless sharp arrow, and the cavalry behind him spread out like a pair of wings, charging straight ahead with the roar of their horses' hooves.
There is no army on this battlefield that can withstand a charge of this magnitude.
Not to mention that when he was caught off guard, Ansel had already imagined Field panicking and even kneeling down to beg for mercy.
However, Ansel just rushed out of the gray fog and shouted excitedly: "Die, Field."
What came into view were lines of corrupted demons and strange square formations that were independent of each other but had huge gaps between them.
"Hi, hi, hi, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Field took a fan from the guard, fanned himself, and happily cosplayed as Kong Ming. He sneered, "Today, I will make you lunatics of the Shadow Cult pay for your murder and brutality!"
"What the hell, how could he have expected us to attack from behind?"
Ansel was shocked, his face kept changing, and his mind was full of thoughts about gods and ghosts.
But the cavalry behind him had already started charging, so there was no way they could stop easily.
With a quick glance, Ansel could see his own army in the distance. Looking at the Nightfall-led army formation, it was a strange hollow square formation with very weak defensive capabilities.
"You idiot, you think you can stop the cavalry of the Shadow Cult with such a thin formation?"
"Devout believers, countless imperial troops have been dispersed by us, and Field is definitely not an accident." Ansel firmly believed and shouted, "Speed up, charge!"
Crowds of people were bustling and the earth was shaking.
More than a thousand people may not sound like a large number, but when the cavalry charged, the sense of oppression was as great as that of a three-times-overloaded dump truck.
"Fourth-level divine skill, the power of nature."
The elf Ariana leaned down, revealing a large area of snow-white chest. The knights rushing over from a distance were stunned, their minds full of strange thoughts.
She certainly didn't rely on her beauty, the moment Ariana's hands touched the ground.
Green spread, and thorns as thick as wrists spread rapidly, forming a dense thorn jungle in the blink of an eye.
The Shadow Cult cavalry charged forward and crashed headfirst into a thorn bush.
“Wow!”
The war horses were either tripped or caught by the crawling vines, and for a moment the cavalry were thrown to the ground.
From time to time, cavalrymen were thrown out by their horses, fell to the ground, or were shot down by arrows. The shadow cultists in the back were cold-blooded and didn't care about fighting. They just trampled on the people in front of them.
The Shadow Cult cavalry braved the thorn bushes and various square formations, shooting arrows that blocked out the sky and the sun, and swam upstream like fish.
"Third-level divine skill, beast roar attack!"
Ansel threw a powerful blow, gritting his teeth and forcing a path through. He cursed Field's cheap father and beautiful stepmother ten thousand times.
"Elves, you must not hide behind ants. We are the strongest warriors."
Aliana shouted to boost morale and was about to meet the enemy, but was stopped by Tisifa who came over: "Fight later, let's bombard them again!"
It turned out that Field took advantage of the mobility of the cavalry artillery to quickly move 24 artillery pieces and load them with shotgun shells.
Seeing that the cavalry was about to rush to their faces, Field allowed the artillery to fire.
Pushing aside the infantry and elves in front, cannons were pushed out one after another.
Even Field could see the enemy's hideous face, which was very close.
Field then roared, "Fire in groups, bomb them to death!"
“Boom boom boom!”
Twelve heavy guns roared like thunder, even pushing the gun carriage back half an inch. Driven by the added magic gunpowder, the shotgun shells flew out violently.
The knight rushing towards him seemed to have hit a thick invisible wall directly.
Whether it was people or horses, blood spurted out from every part of their bodies as if flowers had bloomed. Even the divine shield of the Chosen Ones was like being hit by hail, causing large ripples.
“Waaaaah!”
A large number of knights fell off their horses, and even more were overthrown.
“Boom boom boom!”
The second set of shotgun shells fired again, and there was another round of people and horses falling to the ground.
The Shadow Cult's attack was repelled and then surged again, but its strength was greatly weakened. The little fat dragon's power was gradually exhausted and he could no longer replenish the corrupted demons. Only half of his corrupted demons were intact, and the rest had either broken arms or legs.
Both sides' Level 5s pressed forward, and the enemy's two Holy Lights were beaten up by Feiluominai and Ashina. The Sea Rose who came ashore was entangled with the elf Aliana.
All kinds of gorgeous magical skills were thrown around, but both sides were chosen by God and did not dare to be too radical.
Once a chosen one is defeated, there will be no recovery, and the people of the Shadow Cult are also on guard against sneak attacks from corrupted creatures.
"Ansiel, if we want to break the situation, we have to rely on your cavalry."
"If only I hadn't been so careless and killed the Four Horsemen."
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The leader murmured coldly, constantly manipulating the blood key in his hand, absorbing the life force of the sacrifice and deciphering the code. At the same time, he commanded the troops that had been pre-set, one of which was quietly behind, and the other was ready to go on the left wing.
At this time, Ansiel, the third-level chosen god of the Shadow Cult, led the elite cavalry and used a large number of fog lights to sneak around the rear of the Night Army.
Ansel thought that he could lead his army through the gray fog and catch Field off guard.
Little did she know that her sneaky behavior had long been seen through by Field. On the small map, a large-scale military operation involving more than a thousand people could not be concealed at all.
"The enemy is preparing to attack. Tell the elves to retreat to the rear to meet the enemy, and let Rosaria go to the front."
"Concentrate all artillery and divide them into two teams. Change the shotgun shells and move them to the rear."
"Prepare for a counter-charge." Field keenly sensed the key to the battle. He suppressed his inner excitement and worry, clenched his fists, and said, "Let the enemy see the explosive power of the Night Leader's army."
This is a battle opportunity. If they fail to handle it well, the Night Army may be defeated. If they fail to seize it, the battle will continue to be stalemate. But if they can grasp it, they can quickly defeat the enemy.
Soon, Ansiel, the chosen one of the Shadow Cult, arrived behind the Night Lord's army with more than a thousand knights.
Most of them are fighting knights, the foundation of the Shadow Cult.
"Field would never have thought that we would follow his example and attack from the gray fog." Ansel was so proud that he gestured to his men, "Charge for the Shadow Cult."
"Blood sacrifice to the true God!"
With a loud roar, nearly a thousand Dou Qi knights, the most elite members of the Shadow Cult, no longer concealed their auras and simultaneously released their Dou Qi. The ordinary cavalry followed closely behind them, holding their cavalry swords high.
Various kinds of fighting spirit intertwined, and Ansel also burst out with divine power, and a tremendous murderous intent rose into the sky.
"kill!"
Ansel laughed wildly, and the spear in his hand pierced through the gray fog. He looked like a peerless sharp arrow, and the cavalry behind him spread out like a pair of wings, charging straight ahead with the roar of their horses' hooves.
There is no army on this battlefield that can withstand a charge of this magnitude.
Not to mention that when he was caught off guard, Ansel had already imagined Field panicking and even kneeling down to beg for mercy.
However, Ansel just rushed out of the gray fog and shouted excitedly: "Die, Field."
What came into view were lines of corrupted demons and strange square formations that were independent of each other but had huge gaps between them.
"Hi, hi, hi, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Field took a fan from the guard, fanned himself, and happily cosplayed as Kong Ming. He sneered, "Today, I will make you lunatics of the Shadow Cult pay for your murder and brutality!"
"What the hell, how could he have expected us to attack from behind?"
Ansel was shocked, his face kept changing, and his mind was full of thoughts about gods and ghosts.
But the cavalry behind him had already started charging, so there was no way they could stop easily.
With a quick glance, Ansel could see his own army in the distance. Looking at the Nightfall-led army formation, it was a strange hollow square formation with very weak defensive capabilities.
"You idiot, you think you can stop the cavalry of the Shadow Cult with such a thin formation?"
"Devout believers, countless imperial troops have been dispersed by us, and Field is definitely not an accident." Ansel firmly believed and shouted, "Speed up, charge!"
Crowds of people were bustling and the earth was shaking.
More than a thousand people may not sound like a large number, but when the cavalry charged, the sense of oppression was as great as that of a three-times-overloaded dump truck.
"Fourth-level divine skill, the power of nature."
The elf Ariana leaned down, revealing a large area of snow-white chest. The knights rushing over from a distance were stunned, their minds full of strange thoughts.
She certainly didn't rely on her beauty, the moment Ariana's hands touched the ground.
Green spread, and thorns as thick as wrists spread rapidly, forming a dense thorn jungle in the blink of an eye.
The Shadow Cult cavalry charged forward and crashed headfirst into a thorn bush.
“Wow!”
The war horses were either tripped or caught by the crawling vines, and for a moment the cavalry were thrown to the ground.
From time to time, cavalrymen were thrown out by their horses, fell to the ground, or were shot down by arrows. The shadow cultists in the back were cold-blooded and didn't care about fighting. They just trampled on the people in front of them.
The Shadow Cult cavalry braved the thorn bushes and various square formations, shooting arrows that blocked out the sky and the sun, and swam upstream like fish.
"Third-level divine skill, beast roar attack!"
Ansel threw a powerful blow, gritting his teeth and forcing a path through. He cursed Field's cheap father and beautiful stepmother ten thousand times.
"Elves, you must not hide behind ants. We are the strongest warriors."
Aliana shouted to boost morale and was about to meet the enemy, but was stopped by Tisifa who came over: "Fight later, let's bombard them again!"
It turned out that Field took advantage of the mobility of the cavalry artillery to quickly move 24 artillery pieces and load them with shotgun shells.
Seeing that the cavalry was about to rush to their faces, Field allowed the artillery to fire.
Pushing aside the infantry and elves in front, cannons were pushed out one after another.
Even Field could see the enemy's hideous face, which was very close.
Field then roared, "Fire in groups, bomb them to death!"
“Boom boom boom!”
Twelve heavy guns roared like thunder, even pushing the gun carriage back half an inch. Driven by the added magic gunpowder, the shotgun shells flew out violently.
The knight rushing towards him seemed to have hit a thick invisible wall directly.
Whether it was people or horses, blood spurted out from every part of their bodies as if flowers had bloomed. Even the divine shield of the Chosen Ones was like being hit by hail, causing large ripples.
“Waaaaah!”
A large number of knights fell off their horses, and even more were overthrown.
“Boom boom boom!”
The second set of shotgun shells fired again, and there was another round of people and horses falling to the ground.
