Chapter 468

War is always cruel; no matter what slogans and reasons are used to whitewash it, this is an unchangeable fact.

At the gate of the City of Sin, blood flowed like a river this day.

This is not an adjective, but a realistic description; the earth has already faintly turned red at this time; that is the color of blood.

On the earth, the church's expedition army and the "villains" who blew the horn of resistance are now tangled together; as the church symbolizing light and justice, the armor of the clergy is mostly silver-white, while the mechanical armor worn by the resisters is not so fancy, almost all black paint.

This black and white are intertwined; if you look down at this entire battlefield from above, the two sides are like black and white big dragons biting each other on a Go board.

And at this moment, the chess players of both sides are also waiting nervously for the result of this game.

After all, the two people who are now in a strategic balance situation dare not move first; they are waiting for their respective reinforcements to win, so that they can help themselves get out of the predicament.

Sophie Liya's mood is particularly nervous at this moment; after all, she originally thought that the church expedition army she brought could quickly suppress such a miscellaneous army composed of mortals, but the reality was not as smooth as she expected; the church army is now in a bitter battle.

If you look at the individual combat power or personal strength of both sides, there is no doubt that the church army has an absolute advantage; all the clergy are genuine old-school transcendent beings, professional warriors, with rich combat experience, far from being comparable to this group of mortals who are on the battlefield for the first time.

But war is not a one-on-one duel; comprehensive war actually fights more for cooperation, consumption, and logistics, etc.; in a comprehensive war, unless it is a monster that can fight an army alone, individual combat power is really not that important.

But the church's expedition army is a regular army after all; they didn't make any mistakes in terms of team cooperation, logistics and supplies, etc., but even so, they still fell into a bitter battle, because the opponent's strength was somewhat beyond their expectations.

This opponent doesn't look like a miscellaneous army at all; the cooperation between people is really too tacit; who is responsible for defense, who is responsible for attack, who is responsible for cover, etc., these divisions are very clear; of course, when the war just started, this group of resisters was slightly panicked for a while, but then the cooperation between them became smooth inexplicably, as if an invisible hand suddenly controlled the overall situation, condensing everyone's strength together.

And it's not just that the cooperation is tacit; the key is that this group of guys opposite is really too rich.

Hmm, that's right; as a representative of the world's top combat power, the church's army has always been famous for high treatment and generosity; their military pay is the highest, military rations are the best, and weapon equipment, etc., are all full; in the past, it was always the opponent who envied the church, but now, the church's soldiers suddenly found that they seemed a bit poor.

After all, not to mention that in this era where steel is a scarce material, how did this group of resisters manage to have a set of steel armor per person, and it's not ordinary armor, but that kind of mechanical armor with strange power; this thing looks much more advanced than the knight armor on the holy knights.

And it's fine if the armor is good; this group of guys also carries a full set of magic potions with them; when the holy knights finally break the terrifyingly sturdy armor of the opponent and think they can seriously injure the opponent, they suddenly see the strange armor of the resisters suddenly come with a mechanical sound.

【Detected that the host's vital signs are declining, automatically opening emergency mode.】

After such a sound rang out, a needle suddenly protruded from the neck of the armor, and then refined healing magic potion was injected into the wearer's neck; immediately, the worker who should have been seriously injured became slightly injured, and even became more fierce under the stimulation of the medicine.

This made the church's holy knights a bit confused.

After all, magic potion is even more precious than metal armor; the preparation of this thing is very troublesome, the price is very expensive, it needs special channels to buy, and there is a shelf life, and it cannot be passed down for generations like weapon equipment.

As professional soldiers who lick blood on the knife's edge, the holy knights usually bite their teeth and buy one or two magic potions to use as life-saving means; of course, because magic potion is too precious, they are actually reluctant to take medicine unless it is a last resort.

But what about the opposite side? Not only do they take medicine for serious injuries, but you also take medicine for minor injuries, and what level of magic potion is this magic potion; why is the effect of the magic potion I bought not as fast as yours?

The holy knights who also took medicine for pain were very angry; they all suspected whether they had bought fake medicine; after all, the effect of the medicine taken by the opposite side was immediate, and it also brought combat power enhancement while healing, but their own magic potion not only had no combat power enhancement, but the simple healing effect was not as fast as others; how can they consume the opposite side like this?

Maybe close combat doesn't work, can we try long-range?

Hmm, the holy knights are transcendent beings after all, mastering supernatural powers that mortals don't have, unlike mortals whose long-range basically relies on bows and arrows.

It's just that, when the holy knights who held such thoughts really pulled away the distance and prepared to cast spells, they saw the resisters opposite also put away the knives and swords in their hands, and then raised their arms, and then from the mechanical armor on their arms, a short hollow metal tube protruded.

Then....

Bang bang bang...

The crisp gunshots rang through the battlefield, and also taught these medieval holy knights what is called "Adult, the era has changed" with the lesson of blood.

Although supernatural power is beautiful, instant magic and instant divine arts are not something everyone can do.

Of course, even if the resisters have such good equipment and supply advantages, in fact, the church side has always occupied the advantage in the whole war; after all, the gap between a regular army and a miscellaneous army is not so easy to make up.

Even if the resisters have tried their best, the battle damage ratio of the two sides is about one to three; church one, resisters three.

Watching the resisters' casualty rate reach 30%, based on the experience of the holy knights, the morale of the enemy army should be greatly declined at this time; after all, don't look at this 30% data, it's not much, three deaths in ten, it feels like they can still fight, but for a big battle of this scale of hundreds of thousands, 30% already represents true corpses everywhere and blood flowing like a river.

It's just that what makes the holy knights cold is that this miscellaneous army opposite really doesn't play cards according to common sense; this group of guys is simply not afraid of death; even if the comrades around them are almost dead, leaving only one person, that person still dares to launch a suicidal charge, which really makes these church masters unable to understand.

You want to say that this is really not afraid of death, but it seems not to be the case, because when charging, many of the "lonely" resisters' bodies are trembling, obviously afraid, but clearly they are so afraid, why don't they run? Why do they still fight?

Watching an enemy whose armor has been broken, whose body is covered with more than a dozen weapons, and who is already dying, still desperately crawling forward on the ground, and then using the last bit of strength to bite the foot of a holy knight in front, causing the other party to make a mistake in positioning, and then being supplemented by the surrounding resistance army comrades to take away, this resister finally swallowed the enemy's flesh and blood and closed his eyes with a smile.

This scene made the holy knights around who witnessed it cold.

And this is not an individual case; most of the resisters, when they were seriously injured and dying and could not be saved, didn't choose to flee backwards, but continued to charge, trying their best to use their last strength to create opportunities for the comrades around them to kill the enemy....

"Damn it, why, why don't you run...."

"Don't come over, you group of untouchables must be possessed by the devil...."

"I've had enough; this is definitely the power of the devil; these untouchables are controlled by the devil; they are all bewitched..."

"Don't, I don't want to die, I..."

Slowly, when the casualty rate of the resistance army reached 50%, the casualty rate of the church army also reached 30%, but their morale could not be as firm as the resistance army opposite; at this time, many church armies had begun to collapse and flee.

They are really scared; after all, holy knights are also humans, and naturally they will be afraid; facing the enemy's desperate offensive, even if they die, they want to die with you, pull one is not a loss, pull two is a blood profit, their psychological defense line is really about to collapse.

Watching the teammates around them being exchanged by the opposite side one by one, how can the church masters not panic, how can they not run, if they don't run, they will also be drowned by the "demons" opposite.

Most of the holy knights who can enter the church's most elite troops are nobles or children of rich merchants; they rely on the church only because the church can bring them wealth and power, but you let them really die for faith, this is not many people willing.

Don't really think that holy knights are all fanatics who can sacrifice for faith.

And with more and more holy knights collapsing and fleeing, the advantage of the resistance army began to expand gradually.

Dorothy looked at the comrades who gradually gained the advantage below, but she couldn't be happy at all; after all, the corpses all over the ground and the bloody smell that rushed to the sky could be clearly seen and smelled even when she was in the sky.

Even if she knew that these were just a phantom dream of the Witch's Night, and knew that the corpses all over the ground were just NPCs composed of past shadows, the Home Witch still felt a bit suffocated at this moment.

After all, even if people are fake, this trust, this awareness of being willing to throw their heads and shed blood because they believed in her words and her thoughts is real and undeniable.

And can she live up to this awareness? Can she really bear this expectation?

Dorothy doesn't know; she thought she could before, but looking at the remains all over the ground, she felt more and more that her previous awareness might seem a bit shallow.

Still that sentence, players cannot truly empathize with NPCs.

Dinisha, who was beating Michael on the side, also looked at the remains all over the ground and the resistance army that was still charging without fear of death with complex eyes.

Dinisha never really regarded these mortals as comrades-in-arms; everything she did before was just for her sister Dorothy; because her sister wanted to do it, she executed it.

But now....

Miss Shepherdess's eyes flickered.

She had been betrayed by her flock, so she became no longer trusting of this group of new flocks, but now, she could slightly understand the meaning of the sentence "humans and sheep are different" that Dorothy had told her before.

Everything she did was for Dorothy, and these mortals were so fearless of death, presumably they were also for their "Dorothy".

Dinisha thought in her heart.

At this moment, the thinking of this future God King lady changed a little.

The flock is not worth looking forward to, but she might be able to look forward to these comrades a little bit.

And Sophie Liya opposite was frowning; although the strong faith of all fanatics that erupted from those resistance armies before had already given her psychological preparation, knowing that she might not be able to take any advantage this time.

But when she saw her regular army being beaten into a collapse of morale by the miscellaneous army opposite, she was still a little unacceptable.

And after the surprise, she was slightly confused; after all, she had never encountered such an enemy army in the past, so she didn't know how to deal with it.

In the past, she was always a top student who had memorized the disassembly formulas; no matter what difficult problems she encountered, she just had to apply the formulas, and she won unknowingly; but now, she hadn't seen this question, and there was no formula for her to apply; what should she do?

She had seen enemies who were not afraid of death, but most of those enemies' fearlessness of death was the effect of drugs or magic, just lift the drugs or magic; but the root of the death-defying resistance of the Young Lady's resistance army could not be those external forces, this could not be dispelled.

For a time, the Pure White Angel was a little at a loss.

Fortunately, she quickly calmed down; now is not the time for her to panic; at this time, anyone can panic, but she, as the main general, cannot panic.

Several divine art lights flashed on Sophie Liya's body, and she forcibly restored her calm; and after she calmed down and reviewed this defeat again, she suddenly thought of something.

"Is this the legendary miracle army?"

She remembered the records she had seen in a book, which was a legendary army that the past her had regarded as a fantasy, and now, the fantasy seemed to be reflected in reality.