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Chapter 467 466. Undead: It is inhumane for you to burn like this!
to be frank!
It is impossible for more than 200 home-made incendiary bombs to destroy the swamp defense line of Plague Town. Even if they are all concentrated to bomb one line of defense, it will be difficult.

The swamp battlefield is very large, and the effect of this bombing tactic is not very good when there are skeleton troops everywhere.

But luckily, Murphy has the best vampire nightcrawlers on the continent who have conducted ground reconnaissance for them in advance. The Thorny Nightcrawlers who followed Count Andre to Transia almost went straight into Plague Town. The assassination of Tear Flesh was completed.

With this luxurious level of reconnaissance, all locations for this wave of bombings were carefully selected.

node!

As the initiator of the bombing operation, the initial purpose of Happy Stick's bombing tactics was to destroy the command nodes of the Skeleton Army.

His preset bombing targets tonight were all places where corpse witches and Hades knights gathered together. As long as there were less than three commanders together, there was no need to waste a precious incendiary bomb or white phosphorus bomb.

Of course, considering that the "big killer weapons" carried by the vampires at this time also have special attacks against undead creatures, after the first wave of "fixed-point elimination" is over, the second wave will "bloom everywhere".

The strongholds where more than a thousand skeleton troops were stationed on the second and third levels of defense were all happy to mention a Li Mei happy bomb falling from the sky. When the beating fire exploded in the swamp, the resurrected dead were once again treated with mercy. of eternal peace.

The bombing effect tonight was surprisingly good. It should be said that the gnoll warlocks were completely unprepared for the extreme tactics adopted by the vampires.

After all, no normal person has the brains, let alone the interest, to think about how to decipher a scene where a group of abnormal lunatic vampires carry bombs and attack intensively from high altitude.

This kind of scene should not happen in this era on this continent!

But it’s precisely because it’s so counterintuitive that it’s so scary when it actually happens.

In fact, not only the skeleton troops who were attacked suffered heavy casualties, but even the "friendly units" who watched tonight's scene felt outrageous.

"The swamp is mourning, and the punishment of fire has added to this land that has endured too many deaths. It is estimated that it will take a long time to recover from the impact of these burning fires."

In the sky far away from the bombing zone, Sister Marian, riding on a vulture, made a religious symbol in front of her. This master witch hunter, who no longer had the demeanor of the past, turned into a church nun, sighing and seemed to be ignited from the front. The night sky withdrew her gaze, and she said to Natalie and Amber who were silent beside her:

"Look at the flames rising. In the past, those who created such a tragedy in a natural place would have been severely punished. However, in today's scenario, I cannot make any criticism of the vampires' behavior, even Cheer for their ruthless arson.

Alas, times have really changed, and I feel really old. "

"Master Marian, you have really become more sentimental after becoming a nun."

An Bo complained softly:
"Compared to fire, the undead are the enemy of nature!
I think Lord Murphy's famous saying is really good. Even between evil and evil, there is a distinction between superior and inferior.What I am most fortunate about now is that when we attacked Transia, they did not have such terrifying weapons in their hands, otherwise those undead that were burned to ashes would have been our original fate.

How on earth did they create such vicious flames that could cling to the skeleton's body and burn?
And those fireworks-like weapons.

It's obviously so beautiful, but the result after landing is so terrible.

I can't imagine that if it fell on a human being, it would burn through the flesh first and then burn the bones. What's even more frightening is that the arrival of this kind of death is not instantaneous.

Those victims will witness the entire process of their own flesh and blood being incinerated before dying in pain.

Oh my god
The weapons in Lord Murphy's hands are really becoming more and more deadly. Natalie, what do you think? "

"I smiled at it."

President Natalie, who had too much contact with players and would occasionally make some risqué remarks, maintained her "cold witch hunter" persona with an expressionless face. She replied in a deep voice:
"In my eyes, the threat of Jackals and Black Disaster is currently the most acute conflict that urgently needs to be resolved. In the face of such a conflict, our moral standards can be appropriately lowered.

The most important thing is that if Murphy's arsenal can continue to mass-produce such weapons, it means that we have one more hope of surviving when facing the wave of gnoll destruction.

I think even if my god is here in person, he will not stop Murphy from using these things."

"Natalie!"

Aunt Marian scolded very dissatisfiedly:
"As a religious leader, you cannot use our gods to make such joke-like metaphors. You have too much contact with the unbelieving foreigner who is always trying to confuse us!"

"But even you have to admit that Lord Crow's explanation of the relationship between gods and believers is refreshing. Even old Eugene can't refute it."

Natalie said softly:

“In the past, we always thought that gods did not need anything from believers, but the entire papal system based on this unequal relationship was tilted from the beginning.

A house with an unstable foundation is more likely to collapse the higher it is built, and I think this theory can also be used to explain the fall of the Church of Avalon.

We always give without limit, and we pray for impossible responses from God.

Just like the classic sophistry that once stumped me, can our Avalon create a stone that he cannot lift?This sophistry made me realize the core problem facing our church today.

Do we want to continue to promote the omniscience and omnipotence of God Avalon?Or obtain new theological perspectives from psionicists’ more neutral analysis and understanding of gods?
Neither our gods are all-knowing nor all-powerful.

Like other gods, it is a great life born in the star realm. It is an act of exchange in itself for us to offer our faith and loyalty to our god and receive his protection.

It is based on fairness, and its majesty is maintained by the scriptures, which is enough to ensure harmony on both sides of the scale.

This will undoubtedly weaken the majesty of our god, but it will also make its face clearer in the hearts of our believers. After all, a god who abides by the rules and is restrained is easier to accept than a moody, crazy invisible person.

I guess this change is not a bad thing for our god, otherwise old Eugene would have been excommunicated by our god the moment he started to modify the canon.

Sister Marian, you should probably talk to Lord Crow more.

Trust me, it won't hurt you. "

"heresy!"

Marianne snapped:

"Don't say this kind of thing again in the future. I'm really afraid that the next moment you will say Mrs. Tracey's deviant and crazy talk about 'God's face is decided by people'! You are denying my God." of divinity, and you are the current leader of the Church of Avalon!
OMG!

The Pope leads the rebellion?

This is a crazy scene that has never appeared in my wildest dreams. "

"But Mammy, you have to admit that Mrs. Tracey's statement is logical and self-consistent."

An Bo, who was next to her, also joined the discussion. She whispered:

"And compared to our traditional and conservative scriptures, the set of myths about the 'eternal purifying battle with Nurgle' compiled by foreign people for our god is obviously more accepted by believers.

Even those who have no interest in our mission are willing to spend some time in the tavern to listen to how the god Avalon broke into Nurgle's Plague Garden and burned the evil god's filthy throne. They will even praise this god for his righteous deeds. applaud
We should reform!

The old system has proven to breed terrible corruption, and we are not rising from the ashes just to repeat the mistakes of the past.

Since it is a religious reform, different voices should be allowed to appear. I think the existence of Mr. Crow is not a bad thing. His re-analysis of the relationship between gods and believers is also refreshing.

You see, even old Eugene was convinced. "

"You guys, alas, your people's hearts are not as old as they used to be."

Aunt Marian could not refute.

She just felt that the young people had been led astray. It was all because of the damn ten years of war that destroyed the ancient inheritance, otherwise they would not have said such terrible things.

"Let's not talk about this issue for now. If we continue talking, I'm afraid that grandma will pull out her gun and kill us two heretics."

Natalie waved her hand and said:

"Focus on the war itself. The bombing by the vampires is about to end. We must take advantage of the destruction of the Skeleton Army to advance to the flank of Plague Town. This is a unique opportunity!
Maybe we can gnaw down the source of pollution in the swamp in one go. I think when the flag of Avalon is flying over Plague Town, even my god will smile for this and ignore this emerging road. Road to Ashes.

This may be the meaning of our existence.

God has his own plans for this world, and God’s plans need people to complete!In this way, the perfect collaboration between God and man is completed, and the joint work of God and us will be a new world full of peace and beauty.

Isn’t this clearer and more purposeful than the old routine of proclaiming the majesty of my God? "

The president of the Adventurer's Guild smiled, and she looked down amid the hum of the holy sword behind her.

In the swamp behind, a "natural army" composed of more than three thousand tree men, led by the burst belly of the "tree shepherd", was marching through the mud and water from the pioneer camp of the Church of Avalon to the plague. A large-scale attack was launched in the direction of Poison Town.

This is the most grand natural conscription ceremony held by the believers of the God of Nature on this continent since the destruction of the Church of Avalon.

The purpose of its birth is to destroy the gnoll warlocks who are poisoning the environment, and it will continue to exist in the swamp to shape this place after the war, and will eventually make this place the heaven on earth of Avalon!
What a great new story!
Devotees will relish the detailed descriptions of this "battle of nature," and the majesty of the gods is naturally exalted as they discuss the power of Avalon descending upon the swamps.

"Amber, you did a good job here."

Natalie whispered:

"It seems that I don't need to personally take action here, but can you explain to me the obviously alien-style ring on your finger? Are you making progress so fast?"

"Hey, Natalie, the war is going on now, don't discuss these factors that have nothing to do with the war! Look, there is a corpse witch over there rushing out of the fire, and I must kill it now in the name of Avalon! You two, please Wait here for my good news."
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At the same time, on a high ground deep in the swamp front, Vesta, the loyal servant of the Earl of White Mountain, put down the psychic telescope in his hand.

His fair face was full of shock, and he said to a heir beside him:

"The Transians have mastered the power of heavenly fire, which is really shocking. They really set the swamp on fire!"

"We should probably try to learn how to make such a weapon."

One of Vesta's heirs narrowed his eyes and suggested in a low voice:

"We know that this burning thing is made in the arsenal of Transia. Maybe we can steal the production formula. Sneaking into that place will be easy for the Nightcrawlers.

I think His Majesty Andre and Her Majesty the Wolf Lady will need this art of war. "

"Or we could try to do it in a more peaceful way."

Vesta glared at his heir. He looked at the flames that continued to burn in the dark night and illuminated the sky in the distance, and said:
"His Highness hopes to maintain a good relationship with the Blood Eagle Clan, so we cannot take the initiative to destroy it. Fortunately, the black disaster is coming. As long as Lord Murphy continues to use these weapons, we will always have a chance to come into contact with them.

And I hope you remember!

The majesty of Her Majesty the Wolf Lady is one thing.

Count Andrei's will is another aspect. Our Highness is like a young wolf who has the courage to leave the den. He will start his own growth and story in the dangerous wilderness.

We are loyal to His Highness!
After he made up his mind, we also had to cut off from the old days.Then the palace order comes again. Do you know what to do? "

"Well, I know, please don't worry, sir."

The son nodded seriously and said:
"His Highness's will is our direction! But those hundred palace sword guards are not easy to deal with. They are absolutely loyal to the Wolf Girl."

"Humph, let's see if they can survive the Black Disaster."

Vesta waved her hand, pulled up her mask, and said:
"Continue to act now! Take advantage of the chaos to assassinate the Corpse Witches and Hades Knights who have escaped from the sea of ​​fire. Lord Murphy's warriors will advance to Plague Town, and all this is supported by intelligence provided by the White Mountain Faction.

Our lords are also shining in their own way!
The victory of Transia will also be the victory of the White Mountain Faction. This time, we will not admit defeat so easily. "
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The high-pitched sound of an incendiary bomb with a buzzer as it accelerates through the air and crashes at the final moment is upsetting, and the irritability of stress can easily breed fear.

Even for the undead who claim to be "never afraid", fear will not disappear out of thin air.

They will only be transformed into more substantial effects in another way. For example, when the pressure is too great, even a skilled Corpse Witch will consume his spiritual energy too quickly.

And when they are in the scene of escaping and breaking out, such unexpected situations can easily lead to worse results.

"boom"

Another bomb fell from the sky and hit the undead stronghold in the west. The flames rising into the sky engulfed everything around it, and from a bird's-eye view, it looked like another flower of flame igniting.

The bombing operation at this time has come to an end. The battlefield extending outwards with Plague Town as the core is full of dots of flame flowers, which have completely dismantled the defense line that the gnoll warlocks have spent several years setting up. fall.

However, the number of undead that were actually burned to death was not enough, and it could not reach the level of injury at all. However, the precise bombing of command nodes brought the entire system to paralysis, and the simultaneous advancement of the three fronts on the ground also caused Tonight's action came to a perfect end.

A corpse witch rides on his luxuriously decorated skeleton horse.

It looked back at its sentry that had been engulfed in flames with a look that was mixed with helplessness and disbelief. This was completely different from the scene it imagined of fighting the living in the mud.

It instinctively felt that it seemed to have stepped into an unknown territory, but there was not much time left for it to think carefully.

As a former soldier, he knew that in this situation, he had to retreat immediately to avoid getting dumped by the opponent's infantry.

It entered the swamp with its carefully crafted skeleton servants, intending to quickly return to the last layer of defense in Plague Town from the other direction, where the defense support of the two mage towers was not so easily destroyed.

As long as they regroup, these lines of defense can be retaken within a few days!

They have plenty of undead in their hands to drive, and every time the opponent's soldiers die, there will be one less.

Ha, I still have the advantage this time!
But before the corpse witch could find the direction to return to Plague Town, a sharp, weird, and very rhythmic sound of some kind of musical instrument sounded in the shadow of the swamp on the flank. The fire and bombings that were fired everywhere tonight seriously disturbed the swamp. The flow of spiritual energy in the body makes the corpse witch's perception not as sharp as before.

It only had time to issue a defense order before several grenades were thrown at the feet of its servants.

The Corpse Witch was not affected by the violent explosion. It accurately captured the attacker's location and rode through the smoke-filled mud, intending to close in and end the battle with a vicious cloud of corrosion.

However, after it broke out of the hail of bullets, what it saw was a young man wearing the uniform of the Cadman People's Army squatting on the rock in front, giving him a thumbs up.

In front of that guy was a black metal cylinder that was being adjusted by someone else.

What is this stuff?
This thought flashed through the mind of the corpse witch, and then with a low explosion, and after a perfect parabola, the white phosphorus bomb plunged into the muddy water behind the corpse witch and then set off fireworks.

"Ha, the aiming technique taught by Lao Qin is quite useful. I think I have mastered it now!"

Sanjin Diguoyao, who had just resurrected this evening and came to join the battle, pushed up his helmet and looked with satisfaction at the corpse witch in front of him who was wrapped in "fireworks" and struggling painfully. Then he picked up the small notebook and drew a line.

This was his second memorable "prey" of the night.

"Sweet potato, sweet potato! Call sweet potato! I am Tomato, bring your tube to me quickly. The outpost in front has not been completely burned. There is still a group of Hades Knights and their servants who are stubbornly resisting.

We need your fire support!
Lao Qin requires you to come over within 5 minutes, otherwise military law will be imposed. "

His teammate shouted "a can of ketchup" in the team communication, which made Diguashao curl his lips, pick up the tube and rush out in the direction of his teammates.

He's still a newbie coming into the game.

Regardless of his level or combat skills, he is no longer afraid of fighting these dangerous things.

He is a warrior who has inherited the outstanding traditional martial arts ethics of art students!
Everything burning in front of him now also belongs to his war.

(End of this chapter)