lerbook Chapter 119119TNT replicator! Defense? No! Counterattack!
Chapter 119119TNT replicator! Defense? No! Counterattack!
Trapped within the Circle of Calamity, a magic array formed by the united Four Horsemen of Calamity, Lilies felt the overwhelming surge of calamitous energy pressing in from all directions, threatening to crush her.
It was then that Lilies finally understood.
This was nothing more than a ploy, using the Dawn God Sect's influence to target the Dragon and even the Elf race!
The demons had planned everything in advance.
They anticipated that Bill Car, in the name of the Human Kingdom Alliance, would denounce the Dragon race to the Hundred Race Alliance, drawing out the Dragon race's strongest members.
Based on this, they ambushed the Dragon race using the Abyss, and controlled the will of the Dragon race's high-ranking members with the Mind Flayers' unique talent array.
The controlled Dragon race would return to Dragon Island and corrupt the Dragon Island's sacred objects, further weakening the world barrier.
This would accelerate the Primordial Abyss's encroachment on the Rhode Continent.
The events that followed could seemingly be traced back to history.
Wasn't the Winged race marginalized in the Hundred Race Alliance's anti-demon front in this way?
The Dragon race might not end up like the Winged race, but the sudden rebellion of powerful dragons, coupled with the fact that Bill Car's collaboration with the demons would surely spread throughout the Hundred Race Alliance after today.
From then on, a chain of suspicion within the Hundred Race Alliance would be formed.
With the Dragon race's arrogance, this series of traps might very well lead to a falling out between the Dragon race and the Hundred Race Alliance.
The demons wanted to completely destabilize the Hundred Race Alliance!
Coupled with the further weakening of the world barrier, the demon Abyss army could completely bypass the chasm and airdrop into the Hundred Race Alliance's territory.
Damn it!
The demons weren't resorting to brute force, but playing tactics instead?
Lilies struggled to resist the pressure of the Circle of Calamity.
A single Horseman of Calamity was no match for her, but once the Four Horsemen of Calamity gathered, forming the Circle of Calamity...
Then Lilies alone couldn't withstand it.
The Four Horsemen of Calamity inherited the authority of the King of Pride and were, in a way, projections of a portion of the King of Pride's power.
Lilies, at the moment, could be said to be fighting against a miniature King of Pride.
Within the Circle of Calamity, four-colored, violent Calamity Soughs raged like a storm towards Lilies.
Coupled with the increasingly powerful Four Horsemen of Calamity constantly charging and changing formations.
In just a short while, Lilies was no longer as relaxed as before, and now had many wounds on her body ravaged by demonic energy.
On the ground, the three dragons who had lost their ability to fly and were struggling desperately, were also moving weaker and weaker.
As the Mind Flayers continued to carve out hearts, the magic array's effect became stronger and stronger, and the rationality in the three dragons' eyes was gradually fading.
"Your Majesty!"
Roc was both shocked and angry, the sudden change caught everyone off guard.
Even if they racked their brains, they probably wouldn't have imagined that the Four Horsemen of Calamity would arrive together this time.
Right now, those three dragons weren't the problem, if they continued to stalemate, Lilies might be left behind...
"Grandpa Roc, quickly help Her Majesty!"
Fishley cried out, Roc gritted his teeth, and looked down at the Mind Flayer army that was still charging to their deaths, delaying his steps.
If he left, Makarov and the others probably wouldn't be able to hold on.
"Don't worry about us!"
Makarov shouted, a few Undying Totems and a few bottles of alchemical potions flew through the air and landed in Roc's hands.
"Break the array! We can't let anything happen to the Elf Queen! Leave this to us!"
Roc wanted to say something, but Makarov said with a serious face:
"Trust in the Dawn!"
"Fishley! Protect everyone!"
Roc no longer hesitated, after giving Fishley a final instruction, he quickly flew towards the Circle of Calamity in the sky.
The indestructible defense barrier here instantly collapsed, and the Mind Flayers let out fanatical roars, killing towards Makarov and the others.
"Breath of Nature!"
Fishley instantly took over the task of defense, and slammed her staff heavily on the ground.
In the next moment, a defense barrier that was much weaker than Roc's rose from the ground.
But compared to Roc's sky-covering barrier, where countless Mind Flayers couldn't even make a ripple, Fishley's could be described as precarious.
After all, Fishley was still too young.
Even the most talented druid mage still needed a process of growth.
She was now far too far behind Roc and the others.
"Commander Makarov! Quickly think of a way! I can't hold on for long!"
Fishley shouted back with difficulty, where the staff landed, shimmering green light spread around, and dense vines emerged from the ground, constantly strangling the Mind Flayers.
But even so, the range of the shield was rapidly shrinking.
Makarov took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pondered.
The world in his mind vaguely flashed through the days and nights he spent with Ian in the MC world.
Until...
It stopped at the day after the Winged race's demon extermination battle, when Ian took them back to the rift where the Winged race used to be.
The memory became clearer and clearer, and in the end, a bizarre structure that endlessly spewed flames appeared in his mind.
In the next moment, Makarov's eyes burst open.
"Buy me time!"
"How long?"
"As much as possible!"
Makarov didn't guarantee Fishley, he wasn't Ian after all.
"Uriel, help Fishley defend!"
"Yes!"
"Harlan, hurry! Take out all the blocks, we need a huge aerial platform!"
Makarov quickly took out all the blocks and started jumping on tiptoe.
In this hopeless war, only miracles could save them.
And the MC world was the best at creating miracles!
Fishley struggled to maintain the defense, and the addition of Uriel and the others didn't reduce her pressure much.
Fortunately, there were constant alchemical potions that could barely keep up with her magic consumption.
But even so, the remaining alchemical potions wouldn't last long.
She didn't even have time to look back at what Makarov and the others were doing, but the sound echoing in her ears told her.
They seemed to be building something.
Was it a bunker?
But...
Even if it was a bunker, it probably couldn't defend against the endless onslaught of Mind Flayers.
Fishley could only hope that the Dawn would cast its gaze upon this and grant them a miracle.
Lilies and Roc, these top combat forces, weren't here, how could they, with only these thousand people, withstand the assault of hundreds of thousands of Mind Flayers?
Fishley firmly believed that the Dawn would definitely descend a miracle.
But until the defensive formation gradually shrank to a five-hundred-meter radius, all the knights were crowded in this small space.
The demons' arrogance was even greater, and the charge became even more frantic.
Fishley still hadn't waited for the descent of a miracle.
Her heart also gradually sank to the bottom.
But just then, Markov's shout once again gave her hope.
"All knights dismount! Night Watchers, bring them up here immediately!"
"Fishley! Hold on just a little longer!"
Fishley was covered in sweat, her clothes soaked and clinging to her body.
The once radiant and beautiful elven maiden was now a sorry sight.
Yet, she still managed to squeeze out a single word through gritted teeth.
"Okay..."
Time seemed to freeze in Fishley's eyes; the phrase 'a day feels like a year' took on a whole new meaning.
The frenzied and brutal faces of the demons, the cracks gradually appearing in the defensive barrier, the nearly depleted magic within her body...
Fishley didn't know how long she had held on this time; all that remained in her heart was the word "Dawn."
This was probably what the various races of the Roderick Continent often thought.
Faced with the demons' encroaching slaughter, some had once placed their hopes on vague and ethereal gods.
But from beginning to end, no god had responded to them.
Gradually, the people of the Roderick Continent came to believe that there were no gods in this world.
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"But the Dawn is real!"
Fishley's spirit returned to her body, and as the last trace of her magic was exhausted, the defensive barrier shattered into a sky full of green light particles and dissipated.
Fishley instead spread her arms in acceptance.
"Merciful and supreme Dawn, my great Lord, compassionate Father... please bestow your love and save the world!"
The mind flayer's claws were already close at hand, and the stench of sulfur instantly polluted the air around Fishley.
"Whoosh!"
A soft sound of air being pierced came, and Fishley felt as if she had been grabbed by something.
"Lift!"
Accompanied by Markov's roar, Fishley flew uncontrollably into the sky.
A moment later, Fishley was shocked to find that she had landed on a platform that had appeared at some unknown time.
At this moment, all the remaining Dawn Knights and Night Watchers were here.
But the most eye-catching thing was the dense combination of cross-shaped iron blocks in all directions.
As well as the strange buildings suspended in the air.
"This is..."
Fishley looked around in a daze.
Markov grinned, looking down at the army of mind flayers piled up like a mountain, crawling towards the platform.
"No time to explain! Because... the miracle of the Dawn has arrived!"
Raising his great katana, Markov's roar resounded through the wilderness.
"TNT Copier! Activate!"
The next moment, accompanied by the actions of Harlen and others, the strange machines suspended in the air clicked and clacked.
Immediately afterwards, countless flashing red squares fell to the ground.
The TNT fell into the mind flayer army and was soon submerged.
These small cubic meters were insignificant compared to the massive number of demons.
Until the TNT blocks were completely swallowed up by the army.
The earth shook and cracked, and a mushroom cloud, carrying countless mind flayer corpses, rose up, mixed with the roaring thunder and the screams of the mind flayers.
TNT bloomed outside the capital of Bilka.
Immediately afterwards, there was an even more dense and continuous barrage of explosions.
The mind flayer army's offensive momentum, which had been invincible just now, was instantly interrupted by the TNT copier.
With the aerial platform as the center, the TNT copier created a defensive ring that was even more unsolvable than the magic of Fishley's elven race.
Any mind flayers who dared to get closer were easily torn to pieces by the TNT, and their blood was sprinkled on their companions.
In just a few tens of seconds, tens of thousands of mind flayers near Markov and the others were wiped out, leaving behind bottomless pits in their place.
Those who attempted to fly over to besiege them were shot down one by one by Uriel and the others with their enchanted longbows.
Fishley stared blankly at the miracle that had descended before her eyes.
But Markov and the others didn't stop.
The nine Temple Knights stood on the edge of the platform with bloodshot eyes, each controlling a larger and more complex machine.
"Damn demon scum! Are you ready to eat Grandpa's Dawn Mountain-Opening Cannon?"
Markov excitedly filled the TNT and aimed at the most densely populated area of mind flayers.
"Fire!!!"
The power of technology descended upon the Roderick Continent once again.
Accompanied by nine TNT cannons flying through the air, they landed far away in the back row of the mind flayer army.
The Dawn Church's counterattack had begun...
Compared to the immovable defensive attribute of the TNT copier, the Mountain-Opening Cannon's positioning was a purely violent offensive machine.
Long range, great power.
A single shot could instantly obliterate hundreds of mind flayers.
And what was outrageous was that such firepower was still rapid-fire!
Like a machine gun sweeping through primitive people, the mind flayer army was quickly routed amidst the roar of cannons.
The powerful, flying mind flayers were also skewered like candied haws by Uriel and the others with their enchanted longbows.
For a time, this hastily created fortress became impregnable.
No more mind flayers could cross the line.
Fishley covered her mouth, tears glistening in her eyes.
Dawn...
Finally, it had not abandoned its loyal children.
This is defense?
No!
This is a counterattack!
It is a counterattack by more than a thousand Silver-Armored Pillar Knights against hundreds of thousands of mind flayers!
Gradually, with their mastery of the Mountain-Opening Cannon, Markov and his nine men, plus the Night Watchers' and Dawn Knights' arrows, had achieved a state where no mind flayers could get close.
"Shut down the TNT copier!"
Markov shouted, and several Dawn Knights quickly stepped forward to operate.
"Captain Markov!"
Fishley looked at Markov nervously, but the latter raised his hand to interrupt her.
"Don't be afraid! The real counterattack is about to begin!"
"Iron Golem Army, attack!"
Accompanied by the placement of pumpkin heads one after another, countless iron golems crashed down from the platform.
Falling into the trenches blasted open by the TNT copier.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere.
After a long time, in the sun-遮天蔽日 smoke and dust, countless scarlet lights flickered.
Accompanied by heavy footsteps, thousands of iron golem armies swayed out.
The sound of TNT cannons gradually weakened.
The mind flayers looked at each other, and finally chose to roar and rush forward.
But when they really approached, despair officially descended.