Arcane Journey

Chapter 299 The Collapsed Army

Suzar City, Mage Tower.

In the hollowed-out hall of the high tower, on the floor made of dark blue crystal, a little bit of starlight floats out.

The royal mage Sandra Cote sat on the magic circle made of complex lines, looking up at the picture scroll formed by the condensed magic energy.

In the picture scroll, the stars are bright and boundless.

When a shooting star in the picture scroll passed by, bringing a moment of vitality to the picture scroll full of static light spots, the old mage suddenly moved his eyelids, and said in a low tone: "I finally sensed it."

In an instant, the six-pointed star was clearly reflected on the dark blue crystal floor, and the royal mage was sitting on the center of the circle, surrounded by criss-crossing white lines, like a combination of large slender incandescent tubes.

If someone was outside the tower at this moment, they would definitely be able to find that the spire of the mage tower was shrouded in a dark halo of countless white light spots.

This kind of vision happened during the day, and naturally caused quite a commotion inside and outside the imperial capital.

But no one knows what exactly is causing this.

"Boom!"

In an unknown space, a huge meteorite was sinking and floating in the vast sea of ​​stars. It seemed to be attracted by some powerful force. After shaking violently in the barren universe, it suddenly smashed into the unknown area.

In the mage tower, the royal mage Sandra Cote stared at the meteorite that deviated from the natural orbit in the scroll, and let out a sigh of relief.

He raised his staff with difficulty and pointed at the endless starry sky, and then his whole body became depressed. If he hadn't held the staff tightly with both hands, he would have even fallen down.

Even so, the old mage showed a smile.

At the same time, a mighty fleet sailing out of the port of Ximen is heading for the city of Susar in an orderly manner.

The fleet of battleships stretched for nearly ten kilometers, as if even the gods were taking care of them, setting off a strong wind to see them off.

On the battleship, whether it was soldiers from the Dragon Coast, pirates from the Vihon Sea, or adventurers from all over the world, all of them had eager expressions on their faces, wanting to reach their destination as soon as possible.

It seems that in their view, this kind of war has already been won.

"OMG, WHAT IS THAT?!!!"

At this moment, most people on the battleship looked up at the blue sky in astonishment.

Everyone saw that a meteorite with a diameter of about 50 meters was smashing towards the battleship fleet at an unpredictable speed.

Before they could react, an incomparably terrifying energy erupted like a shock wave.

A huge meteorite fell on the sea surface, and the terrible impact force made the center of the sea water seem to open up a circular isolation zone without water. The dark clouds mixed with dust and sea water rising from the deep water even covered all people's sight.

Like an atomic bomb exploded!

A mushroom cloud mixed with monstrous waves rose in the deep sea.

Everything in the seawater, whether it was a battleship, a school of fish, or even a passing seabed race, was ruthlessly destroyed by the scorching heat from the meteorite and the radiation from the barren universe.

Under the impact of the meteorite, the battle fleet was instantly crushed like a block of tofu.

next moment!
At the center of the explosion, huge waves with a height of nearly [-] meters rose up in an instant.

This huge wave is like a blue sky, covering all the fleets that stretch for nearly ten kilometers.

Under the shocking waves, no warship could survive the disaster. They were so small, like paper, they were easily blown away and smashed into pieces, and finally sank to the bottom of the sea.

A meteorite landed like a natural disaster, and except for high-level professionals in the fleet, very few survived.

"Then I will leave it to the Blue Dragon Fleet." The royal mage Sandra Cote in the mage tower dismissed the scroll, closed his eyes, and fell into deep meditation.

With just one legendary spell, he solved the fleet from Weihong sea area and Ximen, which was trying to invade Suzar.

This is a legendary spell called "Meteorite Skyfall".

Although there are many legendary spells mastered by wizards, they are also divided into grades and grades compared to their power, and "Meteorite Skyfall" will always be the most shocking and oppressive among the legendary spells.

This legendary spell can only be cast by a high-level legendary spellcaster with strength alone. Although a medium-level legendary professional like Sandra Cote has already mastered it, the reason why he can really release it is entirely with the help of the mage tower. Assistance, as well as the secret technique brought by Brian from the ruins of the ancient star elf civilization, helped him arrange the magic circle in advance, consuming more than hundreds of thousands of casting materials, the most precious of which were meteorite fragments from the barren universe. barely finished.

The reason why it is so difficult is mainly because this spell is to summon a real meteorite from the depths of the universe, a meteorite that can destroy the world, or destroy a complete half-plane.

With Sandra Cote's ability, he can at most summon a meteorite with a diameter of about 50 meters.

About 23000 years ago, hundreds of high elf mages whose strength had reached the legendary realm, due to a certain ritual error, caused an uncontrollable huge magical energy to break through the sky, attracting a giant ball with a diameter of tens of kilometers that fell from the sky. meteorite.

This huge meteorite fell into the center of the continent, like the end of the world, countless races were completely wiped out, thousands of cities were destroyed, and the complete continent was smashed to pieces, forming today's Faerun, Karatu, and Mazt Ke and Zakala continents, the four inland seas were also smashed and merged into today's Falling Star Sea.

The legendary spell "Meteorite Falling from the Sky" was developed by a certain legendary mage from the ruins left by the ancient star elves. It is known as one of the most powerful legendary spells so far.

On the other side, at the same time that the huge meteorite nearly destroyed an entire fleet, a fierce war was also erupting in an area about five kilometers west of Mashanbai City.

To be precise, this is a one-sided battlefield.

The leader of the rebel army, Prince Seilant, was almost in a state of collapse at the moment.

"Hold on! Hold on!" He rode on the horse, giving orders to the adjutant at the same time, and at the same time gave the opposite order to the other adjutant, "Get out! Get back!"

He was about to collapse.

He led the army to set off from Masamba at dawn, and after only walking for nearly two hours, he encountered resistance from Susar.

This kind of blocking has no warning, no warning, and the enemy seems to have fallen from the sky.

In fact, the enemy did fall from the sky.

Prince Serant witnessed with his own eyes densely packed ultra-small structures like a swarm of bees, hovering above them with a loud buzz, and threw them at a bottle of highly corrosive strong acid bottle, which ignited instantly when it encountered air Fire glue, phosphorescent bombs with bursts of flash enough to burn and blind people's eyes, and intertwined frost and lightning.

The unexpected attack made his army instantly become chaotic like ants on a hot pot.

Who would have thought that, to his horror, this was just the beginning.

After groups of ultra-small constructs projected two waves of terrifying alchemy potions in an orderly manner, construct creatures glowing with ice-cold luster under the sun appeared in the sky with earth-shattering steps. In front of them, the way forward for the army was completely blocked.

These constructs are not the stone golems, clay golems and steel golems he is familiar with, but a group of strange but distinct constructs.

During the melee, he witnessed with his own eyes a knight whose strength had reached the legendary realm in the tactical cavalry regiment from Ximen City, with the help of a dragon blood horse charging under his crotch, he was the first to meet a lobster-like construct.

As a result, a scene that made him feel unbelievable appeared.

The construct stood motionless on the spot, waiting for the moment when the knight rushed forward, allowing the opponent's erupting mace with a long handle, which was powerful enough to crush any rock, to hit the body and remained motionless.

The construct with only sunken marks on its body just raised its spiked wedge-shaped arm, and easily swept away the knight, man and horse.

Immediately afterwards, the construct retracted its head in its body like a tortoise, and a terrifying sound wave gushed out from the circular opening of the construct.

The violent sound waves instantly and brutally crushed a group of charging knights, including men and horses, into a mud mixed with steel and flesh.

These hundreds of constructs rampaged, with powerful momentum and terrifying attack power, they took the lead in breaking up the cavalry of the tactical cavalry regiment, and rushed unstoppably into the former army position that had not yet recovered from the chaos of the ultra-small constructs.

The almost one-sided brutal fighting began.

But what made Prince Serrant even more desperate was still to come. When he tried to send spellcasters to the front line to support him, many powerful spells such as fireballs, lightning, frost, etc., smashed from the cliff not far away. Down, weaving a terrifying arcane storm through his army.

He even saw a spellcaster whose strength reached the legendary realm, just waved his staff lightly, and sixteen meteors fell from the sky, hitting his rear army, clearing out a large and miserable vacuum.

Instantly released two nine-ring spells "Meteor Burst"!
Prince Serant stared at all this in a daze.

A resounding dragon roar rang out, shocking him back to his senses.

In his sight, a bloated red dragon spread its wings and descended from the sky. Under the sunlight, its dark red scales shone with a metallic dark red luster.

Hot flames spewed out from the red dragon's mouth, and exploded into a vortex of flames raging on the battlefield like a tornado, devouring all the fresh life around it.

What the fuck is this red dragon? ! !
When will the dragon's breath be able to spray out such tricks! ! ? ?
With an unrivaled momentum, the red dragon leaped into the crowd arrogantly.

He stared at the bright lava-colored dragon eyes, deliberately grinned at the terrified soldiers, shook his head and tail, picked up the leader of the tactical cavalry regiment who was swept away by the constructed creature, threw it into the air like a hydrangea, and raised it again. The giant tail, like a steel whip, flew him high, and smashed him into a ball on the ground like a crushed can of flesh and blood.

"Roar!!!"

An incomparably wild roar that resounded through the world broke out in the melee.

An incomparably majestic barbarian hammered his chest violently. His already extremely mighty body began to swell rapidly. Horrific muscles and hideous veins emerged. The bones were raised one by one, and the whole person turned into a behemoth more than four meters high in an instant.

Seeing this, Prince Celant felt that the pressure around him had decreased a lot for no reason.

This is a barbarian whose strength has reached the legendary realm, and he is also the strongest fighter in his hands. The legendary rage and tireless rage he has mastered allow him to fight tirelessly until the end after turning on the rage.

Moreover, his ground slash, whirlwind slash, and war roar made him not lose the slightest bit even if he faced hundreds of people alone.

He saw that the barbarian had raised his heavy battle ax the size of a door panel, and tore down a golem in an instant.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Senran's strange laughter followed the appearance of magic fluctuations. Two groups of ghost fires with no fixed shape turned into hideous green skulls and rushed towards the unstoppable barbarian who had already removed the second golem.

One of the ghostly will-o'-the-wisps spewed out fiery flames with the aura of purgatory, and the other turned into a flying shadow, opened its ferocious mouth, and bit the barbarian's neck.

In the blink of an eye, the barbarian was burned and bitten by the will-o'-the-wisp full of negative energy and the scorching flames, and the exposed skin dehydrated and aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, with wrinkles everywhere.

A figure flapping blood-red dragon wings descended from the sky.

A warhammer burning with scorching flames, surrounded by the sound of hunting and powerful force, galloped down from the heights and hit the barbarian's head with precision.

"Crack!"

The sound of the hardest skull cracking sounded, and a stream of blood flowed down the barbarian's head. His body, which had already begun to shrink, stiffened, and he fell on his back and died.

"how is this possible?"

Seeing his proud subordinate die in such a humiliating battle, Prince Serant's eyes almost popped out.

At the same time, with a mournful wail, a coquettish woman fell to the ground, a large area of ​​white and delicate skin quickly turned black, and then the inner layers of muscle tissue, blood vessels, and even white bones were exposed.

This legendary vampire killer from the Mask of the Night, in the eyes of Prince Serant, has always been aloof and glamorous, screamed, and looked at the attacking spellcaster wearing a dark purple cloak with resentment on his face. , his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, turning into countless bats and fleeing wildly.

This legendary caster just flicked his staff lightly, a group of invisible ripples, centered on his body, rippling from the air.

The countless bats transformed by the vampire are like fish in a net, crashing into an invisible large net, triggering bursts of crackling and jumping electric light. Amidst the sizzle sound, all the bats turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

Even one of the four dukes of Dark Mask died, and Prince Serant's face became more and more difficult to look.

Apparently, she tried to assassinate the mage and was killed instead.

But he was not completely desperate because of this, because he could feel in this one-sided battle that the Archbishop from the Dark Lord hadn't made a move yet.

This archbishop whose strength has reached a medium level is the leader of the Bane Church in the entire Kingdom of Cormyr. The war against the city of Araby ten years ago, including the summoning of the incarnation of the Dark Lord at a huge cost, was all done by He planned it all.

Although the final result ended in failure, the archbishop survived unharmed, and has survived Cormyr's precise attack on the Church's power until now.

as predicted.

The Archbishop is on the move!

The archbishop exuded an evil aura, standing on the temporary obsidian altar, wearing a purple-rimmed black robe, holding a silver-white skull holy emblem, and covering his face with an adamantine mask with a fearful expression.

The archbishop is summoning the demons of the abyss to help!

The ancient and depraved devil language was chanted from the mouth of the archbishop, and the evil dark energy diffused like substance at the end of the battlefield.

"Come out……"

"Let these people taste the wrath from the abyss!"

The archbishop stood in front of the altar, sneering, as if to indicate that he was about to finish casting the spell, and had the strength to speak harsh words.

Prince Celant stared at the altar with his breath held.

The abyssal demon was about to come out, and the high priest once threatened that with his ability, he could summon at least two Balor demons.

at this time.

A long spear like an energy beam crossed the dark altar, emitting a dazzling light in an instant, dispelling all the evil energy gushing from the altar in an instant, and then bursting out with majestic holy energy, blowing it to pieces.

The high priest was pierced by a spear, and a transparent hole appeared in his chest where the blood had long been evaporated.

He struggled to look up, trying to see who the attacker was.

But the light in his eyes hidden in a golden mask with a frightened expression was rapidly dissipating, and in the end he could only die unwillingly.

The Archbishop is on the move!

The Archbishop is summoning demons!
The archbishop is dead!
Seeing this, Prince Celant, who felt like he fell from heaven to hell in an instant, completely collapsed.

He had already recognized who the attacker was.

This person is Cormyr's most famous and most dazzling mage lord, the protector of the kingdom, Ryan.

He is really desperate.

He managed to find an opportunity, paid a huge price, united with the army of the Dragon Coast, recruited pirates from the Weihong Sea Area, and even cooperated with the City of Shadows and Sambia to win this great situation.

He originally thought that he would be able to lead a victorious army to take down the city of Susar in one go, and gain a force that would rival the north.

But he never expected that the whole situation would be reversed in the blink of an eye.

How the hell does this guy do it?
Why was he able to paste all the troops on his face through the teleportation circle?
Why is there such a large number of his constructed legions?

Why was he able to release two meteor bursts in a row?
Why was he able to kill the legendary vampire of Dark Mask so easily?
Why can he not only kill the Archbishop of the Dark Lord, but also destroy his ceremony of summoning the Abyss Legion?
Who is he? ! ! !

The desolate horn sounded, and the familiar voice of vengeance in the familiar horn made the already collapsed Prince Celant completely panicked, and he shouted at the crowd without looking back: "Withdraw! Quickly withdraw! Withdraw! "

"Boom!"

The sound of galloping horseshoes sounded, and the sound of trampling past was as heavy as a thousand horses, and even the ground trembled slightly.

The charging speed of the majestic purple dragon knights became faster and faster, and finally turned into an unstoppable torrent of steel, tearing apart their already crumbling formation in an instant.

A stream of blood splattered.

One by one, the soldiers who fled in a panic fell to the ground and died in the torrent of steel formed by the purple dragon knights, as if they were cutting wheat.

Obviously, the fleeing army was in the arms of the cavalry, allowing them to fully utilize the cavalry's mobility, long-distance attack and continuous combat capabilities at this moment.

The shaky formation of the rebel army completely collapsed the moment the cavalry collided.

Prince Celant, who was fleeing on a war horse, was terrified by this situation.

He galloped desperately.

On the chaotic battlefield, every bump, every tug on the horse's back, every leap of the horse, would cause pain in his hands, and he had to hold the reins tightly in order to survive.

His legs ached from the grinding, but he couldn't find the stirrups, and his eyes were even more tearful from the smoke from the explosion of the fireball.

There were screams and screams, and he had never heard such a loud scream.

He was frightened, so frightened that he couldn't be more frightened, his whole body trembled with fear, and his voice began to choke with fear.

The sound of gold and iron crossing came again, as well as the neighing and snorting of horses.

Suddenly, a hissing fireball exploded on his escape route.

The aftermath of the explosion overturned him, man and horse together on the muddy ground, the armor all over his body smashed him to death, the heavy horse's hooves stepped past him, the horse's belly and frayed girdle passed over his head, and then Another horse's belly and flowing black harness.

There was a burst of laborious groaning, like a lumberjack splitting wood, but there was no wood on the battlefield, only the sound of metal and iron colliding with each other.

"Leave him to me!!!"

A scolding, hoarse and low.

A huge black object slammed into the mud next to Prince Serant, blood spattering, and he saw an armored foot convulsing and kicking, the huge boot stabbing into the ground.

The flames of the battlefield burned like a roaring red wall of fire.

A figure stood against the flames, it seemed to be a huge rider, a head taller than the burning wall of fire.

Her steed, clad in deep purple harness, swaggered and neighed that chilled his blood.

The rider looked down at him.

Prince Serant saw that her giant helmet was like a purple dragon with wings, and her silver-gray eyes gleamed coldly in the seam of the helmet.

He also saw a rune sword in her drooping hand, its blade glistening with magic, reflecting fire.

The rider couldn't take his eyes off, and Prince Serant was too scared to move.

Fear froze his body, his stomach churned with so much dread that he could not hear the neighing of wounded horses, the roar of flames, the cries of the dying, or the loud drums.

The only thing that exists, the only thing that matters, the only thing that makes sense is fear.

Fear turned into a knight wearing a dragon helmet, appearing in front of the raging red flame wall.

Riders emerged from the raging flames.

The rider raised the runic sword.

The rider urged the horse to attack!

The dragon wings on both sides of her helmet seemed to be dancing with the wind, like a roaring dragon, and as a helpless prey, he had long been paralyzed by fear.

The dragon—or rather the knight—screamed hideously, brutally, and horribly.

A cold light flashed!
Prince Celant's head flew into the air, drew an arc, and rolled down to the ground. His remnant body fell stiffly and heavily among the pools of blood, like a big tree that had just been cut down.

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(End of this chapter)