Augustus Under the Horseshoe

, [Magic Weapon], [God's Grace]·····················································································································································································································································································• On the body and weapons of a burly priest, this team of hundreds, like a golden sun rising slowly in the night, shining all around like day.

And the most dazzling one is none other than Asana. Wearing a chain mail, a full and seductive curvaceous body, exuding the most sacred and solemn golden light and soft light, it makes the heroic barbarian generals more holy and beautiful.

Under the dazzling orange hair like a sunset, above the beautiful young face, a pair of beautiful apricot eyes spit out two beams of golden light!

The heavy-armored priests around him also swarmed around her, brandishing hard-headed hammers and wooden shields like stars arched over the moon. Ready to fight!

"Da da da!!"

I saw a series of tall iron-gray figures, quickly appearing in the darkness, but these half-man, half-horse monsters, but not far from them, stopped the pace of the charge?

Wait, they are holding the heavy Roman javelin!

The Fearless Heavy Armor picked up all the javelins of the Lucius Squadron, and in the previous battle, captured the javelin throwing weapons of the javelin cavalry. Now, on everyone’s horseback, at least ten thick steel forged Long javelin! They charge just to get closer, and they don't want to fight head-on with these priests who are entangled with troublesome magic arts!

"The woman who has been chattering and arguing endlessly is probably the leader of the enemy! Kill her first!" The man can't understand Gothic, but which soldier can yell on the battlefield forever? The dazzling light that stood out from the crowd also exposed the fact that she was the leader.

"call out!!"

Forty-four heavy javelins, which are as thin as a child's arm, draw a graceful and deadly parabolic curve in the night, and in the cold air, they send out a terrible scream like a banshee! The sharp steel spear tip instantly tore the priests' wooden shields and locks, penetrated their flesh and blood chests, and the huge impact force directly smashed them to the ground! Ruthlessly nailed to the blood-stained soil!

Groups of dazzling warm rays slowly extinguished with the death of the owner, and the sacred and majestic golden sun dimmed in an instant.

People and horses are born with strange powers, and these armors are fearless, and they are the elites of the elite! In an instant, at least ten Roman steel spears shredded and pierced through Asana's body at the same time! The strange power attached to the heavy javelin smashed her back tens of feet in an instant! The golden light entwined around the body also flickered and flickered twice like a candle in the wind, completely extinguished!

"Damn! They also have long-range weapons! Hurry up and use the piety shield! Reassemble into a tortoiseshell formation!"

"No! Charge forward! People are very close to us! You can fight!"

"The commander is down! Come to the rescue! She is so badly injured that I can't save it!"

Without Asana's command, the heavy armored priests suddenly formed a mess, and some retreated back to treat their generals. Some people stood on the spot and cast protection magic skills on themselves, while others wielded their hard-headed hammers entwined with magical brilliance, and slammed forward bravely! The neat shield wall is divided into five columns in an instant!

The Heavy Armor Fearless immediately retreated, and at the same time twisted his soft waist one hundred and eighty degrees behind him, and once again shot out a heavy steel javelin! The pastors who were chasing were shot into a **** sieve and nailed to the ground fiercely. Then he turned back south, and shot a terrifying javelin at Ducuan on those priests wearing chain mail!

Under the leadership of Painhurs, the centaur brought the dominance of fire mechanics to its extreme. Five hundred steel forged javelins were all dumped on top of the heavy-armored infantry in less than a minute! Like a plague of locusts, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, and like raindrops, the javelins were shooting densely, almost annihilating the Roman missionaries, and finally developing the barbarian followers!

"Life and death, prosperity and wealth, depends on this moment! Charge!!" The javelin ran out, and Painhurs immediately drew out his two-handed axe, carrying the heavy armor that he could not bear to kill and was about to move fearlessly, and rushed into the bed. Amidst the heavily-armored troops with many javelins and bruises and scattered formations, accompanied by the terrifying roar of the grassland nomads, a **** storm mixed with countless stumps and pieces of meat was set off!

The pale white horse learned the fighting mode of other people. With the impact, he split the priest's fragile wooden shield with an axe. Then, he lifted his upper body high, avoiding the sweep of the opponent's magical energy. His horseshoe, plus his horrible weight of one ton, slammed on the enemy's head!

Faced with such a terrible pressure, the cervical vertebrae of the Gothic Barbarians made crackling noises, breaking apart, their heads collapsed downwards, and they sank deeply into their chest cavity! Scarlet and ferocious, hot blood splashed all over Painhurs's body.

That dazzling golden sun was completely annihilated in the darkness under the baptism of steel and blood!