Father Mavie

Chapter 130 Lord God Magic (Please Subscribe!!!)
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The large rifled gun invented by Sir William Armstrong in 1855 spewed out tongues of flame, thick gunpowder smoke accompanied by deafening explosions, and 12-pound field shells flew towards the black castle standing in the city one after another. .

They hit it. The nearly [-]-meter-high castle is a very huge target. There is no need to aim at it, just point the muzzle at it and fire.

Cannonballs exploded on the castle one after another, and the flames produced by the explosion were like clusters of fireworks, illuminating the dark night.

"Okay! Don't stop! Continue to bombard me!"

Seeing this scene, Stild waved the revolver excitedly, and his originally uneasy heart gradually returned to calm.

Yes
What has he to be afraid of?
Behind him, there are 5000 soldiers holding Dreiser bolt-action rifles, each of whom is an elite who has undergone rigorous training. Although they have never been on the battlefield, their daily training has never been wasted. Armstrong's artillery battalion with rear-loaded rifled guns and 10 cannons, not to mention an old castle, even the indestructible gate of the Bastille, known as a fortress, can be blasted open!

Especially as a reserve army, the Rosslare Army stationed not far from the arsenal. The number of shells they have on hand is not comparable to that of ordinary artillery battalions. Who has fought such a rich battle?

There is no need for soldiers to charge at all, just go directly to the big guys and blow up Rosslare Port!

The fright just now caused Stilde to lose his aristocratic self-cultivation and elegance. He let the artillery fire while scolding his mother excitedly. The flying spittle wanted to flood the entire port of Rosslare. Perhaps that was the only way.
To counteract the fear in his heart.

Steele, who had just eaten a whole woodcock, was full of energy and would not be tired after another hour of cursing. The soldiers behind him couldn't help but cheer up when they heard his "inspiring" speech and reasonable "command and dispatch" , cheered.

Victory seemed to be at hand—though they saw no sign of the enemy.

"The firepower is so fierce"

In the dark woods, Levin held up his binoculars, looked at the black castle that looked like an exploding fireworks factory, and said in amazement: "The commander of this army is not stupid. He directly ordered the firing without giving the enemy a chance. Really decisive."

Mavie sat on a rock, hugging Junia, who was eating a biscuit, without a smile on her face.

Asking himself, he hoped that the bombardment would be effective, because it proved that the weapons used by human beings could threaten the existence of extraordinary beings, so that there would be no room for resistance.

But the old castle shrouded in the explosion was not built up little by little, but appeared out of thin air and sprung up from the ground.
An extraordinary existence that can build a huge castle in the blink of an eye
Will you be afraid of human artillery?
After five rounds of shelling, all three hundred shells hit the castle, and everyone looked forward to it.

The strong wind blew away the gunpowder smoke from the explosion, and under the gunpowder smoke, the castle stood safely and unscathed.

The scolding stopped abruptly, and a chill spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body. Stild stared blankly at this scene, his eyes lost their luster.

A death-like silence filled the hearts of the soldiers, except for the strong wind, only the snorting of the horses and their anxious hooves pawing the ground.

"withdraw!"

Stild waved his arm and didn't want to say anything. He was about to take the soldier's feet and run away immediately.

His confidence was shattered.

"It's too late, Commander Steele."

Bishop Fowler looked at the black shadows flying out of the castle, covering the sky, and sighed: "After messing with people, I want to leave. How can there be such a beautiful thing in the world? They are here, get ready to fight."

Click.

The revolver was aimed at his head.

"It's useless for you to shoot." Bishop Fowler stroked the gold ring on his middle finger. "I have received the gift of the goddess. Bullets can't kill me."

"What goddess?"

"Goddess of Health Wilde"

Under the banner of the three scepters fluttering and dancing, the Black Armored Knights stood ready and did not panic.

"Order the soldiers to fight, Commander Steele."

The golden ring lit up, and the red-orange light surged. Bishop Fowler raised his left hand, and an invisible wave spread, covering all the knights and soldiers.

The main god of magic, the realm of immortality.

Stild felt a subtle change in his body, and frowned, not knowing what Bishop Fowler had done.

The black shadow covering the sky was close at hand, and he had no time to hesitate. He immediately fired his gun into the sky, stabilized the anxious soldiers who were about to retreat, and shouted loudly: "No chaos! Use two lines of formation!"

In the sound of Stild's order, the soldiers quickly lined up in two rows, and the soldiers standing in front squatted halfway to make room for the soldiers behind to shoot.

This is a new type of formation derived from the large-scale equipment of Dreiser's bolt-action rifle. It is more advanced than the use of smoothbore guns in combat, and it is more suitable for bolt-action rifles that can perform secondary shots in a short period of time.

Two rows of rifles shoot crosswise, which can ensure that the opponent will fall down when rushing in front of him, giving full play to the advantage of firepower.

"aim!"

Steele raised his arm high and swung it down heavily: "Shoot!"

Bang bang bang!
Bullets shot out one after another, densely shooting at the black shadow attacking in the sky, but it was like a mud cow entering, without causing any waves.

"Round two! Shoot!"

Another volley, again in vain.

Bullets have no effect!

Just when the soldiers were in a daze, a black shadow came over their heads. After getting closer, Stilde could see the appearance of the black shadow clearly.

bat!

Red-eyed bats!

It's a shade made of red-eyed bats!

"what!!!"

The bats rushed in front of the soldier, opened their bloody mouth wide, revealing two long, curved fangs that looked like barbs, and bit the soldier's body at once, continuously sucking blood.

Amidst the screams, the soldiers were in agony, dropped their weapons one after another, drew out the daggers around their waists, and wanted to kill the bats that bit them, but the bats were not afraid of sharp blades at all, and the severed bodies did not flow out of blood, but turned into blood. A cluster of black shadows quickly returned to their original appearance!
More and more bats attacked the soldiers. In the end, the soldiers were covered by the bat's membrane wings, and they couldn't even scream.

"Bishop Fowler!" Baron Bill yelled, "What's going on! Didn't you get the gift of the goddess? Why didn't it work?!"

"No magic has worked."

Bishop Fowler's face was extremely ugly: "The injuries of the soldiers are constantly being repaired, but these bats are sucking their blood, that is to say"

Baron Bill twitched his cheeks, knowing what Bishop Fowler wanted to say.

Injuries can heal, but that doesn't mean they won't hurt.
The body that is constantly repairing is constantly injured, and the new blood is sucked away by bats before it can be transported to all parts of the body.
It's double torture!

"The magic of Wilder, goddess of health."

Bishop Fowler gritted his teeth and said, "Restrained."

In most other cases, the Immortal Realm can create undead warriors, which must be the existence of the enemy's nightmare, but the enemy they faced this time was a vampire who became stronger by sucking blood!
How is this different from a buffet? !

Just when Bishop Fowler was in despair, the dark blue eyes under the hood of the always taciturn saint Evelyn, who was riding on the horse, suddenly brightened. A handful of dead sand.

She fell to the ground, and the lawn under her feet began to wither and wither quickly. With a wave of her hand, it was like a scythe waved by the god of death, and all life would come to an end.

The bats panicked and struggled to escape from her sight, but Evelyn didn't want to let them go. Every time she waved her hand, a large number of bats' lives would be harvested, turning them into mummy-like things.

The soldiers who were bitten by the bats were also affected, but under the blessing of the domain of immortality, their shriveled and withered bodies immediately repaired and regained their vitality.

Baron Bill subconsciously kicked his horse back, looking numbly at the death-like Evelyn.

He had suffered enough blows tonight, so much that his mind went blank and he almost lost the ability to think independently.

"So it is. So it is"

Looking at Evelyn, who harvested the lives of bats wantonly and tried her best to turn the tide, Bishop Fowler suddenly realized.

He finally understood why Wilder, the goddess of health, asked him to bring Evelyn
The goddess of health not only gives life
It also means death!

In the conservatory on the top of the castle, wearing a red cloak and sitting in a wide-backed chair, Igor felt the breath of death coming from below, and slowly opened his eyes. Unspeakable emotions welled up in his heart. Holding his chest, he asked Jay Lan who was standing beside him: "What's wrong with me? There seems to be a fire burning in my chest. Is it love?"

Jielan looked at his twisted and hideous face, and shook his head: "No, master, that should be anger, why are you angry?"

"I felt a familiar breath, but it was strange"

Igor lowered his eyebrows and murmured: "I don't remember, I have forgotten too many things, but there is always a voice in my ear reminding me that I must"

"Must what?"

"She must be killed."

(End of this chapter)