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Chapter 510 Destruction, as you wish

"Rush in!"

Equipped with bows, arrows and muskets, the rebels rushed in like a tide and surrounded the Nebula Temple.

Haranduel took out the map and handed it to the knight: "I have an elite commando team, and I am going to enter the temple to investigate and see what happened there. Can you lead them?"

There was no contradiction between confirming Galadia's situation and investigating the temple, but Griffith did not immediately agree.

After observing for a while, he found that although there were many soldiers in the rebel army, they mainly relied on bows, arrows and muskets in their hands to shoot from a long distance.Although the half-elf troops on the outskirts of the temple were pinned down and unable to move, there was no strong melee force to take their position.

"Why did you launch an attack today?" Griffith shook his head. "Ordinary people have limits. Fighting against high-ranking Beyonders and the mystery of sealed items requires not only new weapons, but also fearless spirit and perfect organization and training. Yours People can only be regarded as militias, and this battle will become a massacre.

"You should lie in wait for the Confederate troops to arrive."

Haranduil pointed to his feet:
"We want to wait too, but...

"Many intelligence agents lurking in the temple spread a message before their sacrifices—the elves are activating some kind of terrible weapon, once they are completed, the rebel army will face disaster.

"Today is already our last offensive time limit."

Countless arrows pierced through the air, and hundreds of muskets fired in unison.The half-elf guards guarding the entrance of the temple gradually couldn't reach them, and retreated into the temple to close the gate.

An invisible shield rippling like water waves enveloped this majestic building.When arrows and projectiles hit it, they could only cause ripples, but they couldn't hurt the building at all.The retreating elves can also fight back through the shooting holes hidden in the wall, constantly knocking down the attacking rebels.

"You have to find a way to break through these barriers!" Griffith said, "Find me some grenades, and I may be able to help you."

"Don't worry, Mr. Knight, these barriers can't prevent low-speed passage. I got explosives from old acquaintances, and these babies are designed to attack defensive buildings," Haranduil waved to his companions, "Guys, let the assault engineers Come up!"

A small team responded.They were all human, wearing breastplates, armed with muskets, axes, picks, and shovels, and each carried a gray square knapsack.

There is a squadron of these Canaanite Rebel assault engineers.They moved as soon as they received the order, and under the cover of intensive shooting, they spread out along the entire road, lowered their bodies and moved forward carefully.

The elves in the temple didn't notice their approach at first sight.When the first assault engineers hung their backpacks on the wall, they immediately ignited the fuses of the backpacks and retreated quickly.

"boom!"

Griffith shook along with the ground.The explosion occurred between the shield and the wall, blasting a man-high gap in the solid sanctuary.The shock wave even knocked down the elf and half-elf guards inside, and the continuous counterattack suddenly stopped.

"Attack!" shouted a rebel commander.

As soon as he raised the sword, dazzling flames ignited all over his body.Immediately the powerful slogans became mournful wails.He was rolling all over the ground, and the fire illuminated the soldiers who were stunned not far away, watching their commander burn into a ball of black coals.

The elves are fighting back!

The invisible storm was condensing, turning into stern blades, cutting down the shooting rebels in pieces.

A sickening sound wave swept across the bunkers where the Rebels were hiding.

"Bah!"

The heads of the human rebels exploded one after another like tomatoes that had been stepped on.In less than ten seconds, a whole street of soldiers was swept by the sound waves, and red, white and white pastes were stuck on the wall.

"It's the wizard from Canaan!" Griffith stomped anxiously, "Where is your sniper?"

His answer was screams.Most of the rebels are civilians who have taken up arms and have never seen the battlefield and the mystery.The horror in front of them made them unable to move, not to mention fighting back, they even forgot to escape.

The deadly and ferocious aura rushed out of the temple frantically as if alive.Eyeball-shaped magical creations wander in mid-air, capturing the traces of living people.

"Get out of the way!" Griffith grabbed Haranduil and dragged him into the ditch.The soldiers who had no time to escape were torn to pieces behind them, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Attacking magic and violent psionic energy collided densely in the air, reflecting colorful arcs of light.Even Griffith has never encountered such a dense magical attack.

Without the blood suppression of the regular army, and without targeted anti-magic measures, the most common elves and wizards have become crazy fortresses.They chanted spells on the terrace of the temple and behind the windows, their beard and hair flying with the heat waves and strong winds, and they looked like evil spirits.

Team after team of rebels were wiped out.The streets bombarded by the curse seemed to have fallen from meteorites, and broken limbs and broken bones were boiling in the billowing smoke.

"Your attack is at this level!?" Griffith grabbed Haranduil's neck, "You are murder and a crime! They could have cooperated with our general attack!"

As soon as the words fell, a pungent smell suddenly filled the air.The elf wizards who were slaughtering the rebels just now vomited one by one.

The dark green poisonous mist came from the underground pipes, and it sprayed out from the broken gaps after the battle broke out.All the elves who touched the poisonous mist first vomited violently, and then festered all over their bodies.

"Do you even use this thing?" Griffith glared at the half-elf ranger, "This thing doesn't distinguish between enemies and civilians."

"When you see what the elves are doing, you won't say that," Haranduil pleaded softly. "Tonight will be long, and countless comrades will be sacrificed.
"Only by winning can their sacrifices not be in vain."

The sound of neat footsteps interrupted the quarrel between the two.

A group of assault sappers with flintlock rifles came nearby.They lined up in the dark, without panic or fanaticism, just watching Haranduil silently.

"Your mission is to cover Lord Blood's investigation of the weapons of the elves!" Haranduil shouted to the commandos, "Your mission is related to the lives of thousands of people and the outcome of the war.

"Comrades, do you have confidence!"

The commandos all turned around and knocked on their military boots in the direction of Griffith:
"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

……

Under the guard of assault engineers, Griffith passed through the gap and headed straight for the temple.Each of them wrapped himself up and put on a mask to protect himself from the dangerous poisonous fumes.

However, the killing effect of the poisonous mist did not last long.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the sky, blowing a miserable green fog into the street.The rebels outside the temple suddenly howled.

The scale of the Nebula Temple is very large, but the poisonous mist spews out like a flock of sheep.The astonishing wind pressure has surpassed common sense and can even distort nature.

Canaan's demigod made a move.

Sequence 4 stargazer "Star Imprisonment" Galilei appeared on the high platform of the temple.He stood with his hands behind his back in the strong wind, looking down at the panicked and withered beings under his feet.

"Poor worms, puny toys, worms who try to rebel against the truth. Every breath you take is a gift of our generosity.

"Since you want to destroy, then...

"Destroy, as you wish."

There are invisible tracks flashing in the air.Even an extraordinary person like Griffith couldn't see clearly.

Sharp and thick air waves gathered on the ground, and a crack appeared faintly among several groups of rebels.

It was the rift that tore everything apart and could not be healed with anything.The moment it appeared, indescribable solemnity and oppression swept over, and the whole world seemed to be swallowed up.

"Run!"

Someone in the rebel army shouted.But before thousands of warriors understood the meaning of the word, they began to slide towards the chasm.

In the depths of the crack, there is pure indescribable darkness, so deep that even light cannot escape.Violent lightning strikes from the sky, mixed with frightening roars of thunder.The gust of wind blew up and gathered into a vortex that reached the sky, changing the color of all living beings.

"Help me—!"

Countless people screamed.However, the sound disappeared in an instant, and people in the distance couldn't hear anything. They could only see these people with big mouths and distorted faces grabbing the ruins and rocks around them, and then they were pulled by incredible forces. Broken arm, or rolled over together with the stone.

Starry Sky Imprisonment Galilei opened his right hand, clenched his left hand, and slapped his palm.

"broken."

In the crackling sound, thousands of rebel soldiers were smashed into pieces of broken bones and black mud, and returned to nothing.

Griffith paled.

He had seen the power of the Scryer pathway, and General Stannis, the Knight of the Sequence Five Stars, had used a similar ability to crush his undead army.

However, the power of Galilei, Starry Sky Imprisonment, can no longer be described as terrifying.

With a wave of hands, thousands of people were wiped out.This has already surpassed the connotation of the words powerful and extraordinary, and even the killing itself is hard to describe with cruelty.

All of this is more like the laws of nature that cannot be resisted by human beings, like floods, typhoons and earthquakes, even the hatred that makes people feel pale.

Is this a demigod...

For a moment, Griffith even wanted to escape irresistibly, wanting to give up all resistance.However, he suddenly had an idea.

Wait a minute, if demigods are so powerful, why should the power on the mysterious side worry about the resistance of mortals?

With such terrifying power, who can shake their rule?What more secret weapon and wonder do you need?

An extremely discordant contradiction suddenly appeared in Griffith's mind, which made him wonder whether there was a huge irrationality in the scene before him.

Half-elf guards with halberds and heavy armor ran forward, waiting for orders.

"Clean up the rest of the bugs," Galilei's whole body restrained a bit, he ordered to the guards around him, and then said to Speaker Provis not far away, "I'll go and see the situation below, Why did it take so long?"

The speaker nodded slightly.Killing thousands of creatures is as natural to a demigod as breathing, no big deal.He turned his gaze to the remaining humans below the temple, thinking for a while.Just when he was about to give another lofty order, out of the corner of his eye, he saw half-elf guards rushing towards the demigod observing the mysteries of the starry sky from all directions.

"Ok?"

Galileo opened his tired and bored eyes instantly.Among the loyal half-elf guards, quite a few threw down their weapons and took out ignited straight barrels from under their armor.The rope on the straight barrel was burning, and it was almost at the end.

"bomb?"

"boom--!"

The strong light soared into the sky, and even the speaker of Provis was taken two steps back by the strong wind.The suffocating waves of fire and gunpowder smoke engulfed Galilei in an instant.

(End of this chapter)