Chapter 453: Another Sacrifice

Another Sacrifice

The prairie fire scorched the earth, and the rough pipe organ sound was still blowing in the wilderness.

Even a Great Sage could not continuously cast "forbidden magic," but the Hell Dwarf artillerymen hired by the Great Graveyard could continuously output nearly 10,000 rounds in a day!

The cost of one rocket was about five gold coins; 50,000 gold coins could buy a luxurious hotel with a long history on Queen Street in Thunder City, but for the Demon King, it was just sprinkling water.

Not to mention that this money was paid in Underworld coins.

The only thing that could limit the firepower of the Great Graveyard was the production capacity of the factories in Beifeng City.

Looking at the boiling fire burning in the distance, 【Gold Medal Artillery Vehicle Soldier】, who was stunned on the spot, finally squeezed out a sentence after a long time.

"I'll be damned, this thing is easier to use than a dwarf hand cannon..."

The grey-green thick fog was completely replaced by scalding thick smoke, and the Chaos beasts wandering by the river died one after another in wails, either blown to death on the spot or roasted into charred remains.

In the face of that scorching temperature, even the winding river water was almost roasted dry!

Facts proved that mortals were not unable to defeat transcendent power.

In the face of absolute firepower, even the corrosion of Chaos could only turn into powder and dissipate.

Also cremated were the Chaos eggs scattered by the river, as well as the twisted corpses of countless Green Forest Army soldiers and local villagers...

【Gou and Strong】 stretched his neck and looked around, looking at the boiling sea of fire ahead, couldn't help but sigh.

"Mom, these old players are a bit awesome, when did they come up with such awesome stuff?"

【Tu and Wooden】: "Wasn't it already come up with? It was used before when we were on the Gana Continent."

【Gou and Strong】: "???" Why don't I know?"

【Tu and Wooden】: "Ghost knows why you don't know."

The expansion of the "Catastrophe OL" closed beta scale was something that happened after the Great Graveyard set foot on the Gana Continent; at that time, quite a few players had already come up with many "specially criminal" equipment.

However, it was very clear that the dozen or so pipe organ rocket launchers placed in front of the newbies at this moment were a big cut stronger than the rocket launchers the Great Graveyard had used on the Gana Continent back then.

A group of high-level life-profession players led by 【One Mouth Drank Chemical Pool】 not only improved the propellant of the rockets, thereby significantly increasing the charge of the warhead, but also improved the most basic explosive charge into a thickened incendiary agent, and added white phosphorus!

Purely in terms of power, the explosive power of this one rocket was at least a Gold-tier fire magic!

Facing that overwhelming fire rain, not only were a group of newbies shocked, but even the well-informed "Rock Sword Saint" Gante couldn't help but show a shocked expression on his face.

Is this really... dwarf equipment?

He came from the Huang Tong Pass of the Gaoshan Kingdom, and he hadn't seen the dwarves there have such terrifying firearms?

In his impression, I'm afraid that even the group fire magic chanted by the three Imperial Mage Corps combined might not be able to achieve such amazing destructive power and killing area!

Just when Gante was surprised, a figure behind the thick smoke suddenly caught his attention.

It was a twisting dark green figure; its shape was like a withered vine hanging from a tree, and also like an earthworm that had left a pond.

If it weren't for the fact that the boiling fire had burned the vegetation beside it into ashes, so that it had to quickly transfer positions, it might have really been ignored.

However, since its tracks had been exposed, it was obviously unable to run...

The sharp gaze locked onto that panicked fleeing back, Gante's eyes narrowed slightly, and his right hand gripped the hilt of the greatsword.

Noticing his action, Lei Deng asked.

"What are you going to do?"

Gante said expressionlessly: "I saw a person, or maybe not a person. In short, intuition tells me that for what happened here, it might know something."

Lei Deng didn't stop him, just asked.

"Do you need me to let those artillerymen stop for a while?"

Gante smiled faintly upon hearing this.

"No need."

Although he admitted that the boisterous fire was fierce, wanting to hurt him was undoubtedly still a bit lacking in heat.

No matter what, he was a Sword Saint!

Just as the voice fell, that figure as firm as a rock moved.

He rushed into the burning sea of fire at an incredible speed, and under the gaze of a crowd of surprised eyes, chased toward that twisting green shadow like a speeding cannonball.

So fast!

Bulennan was shocked by his strength again, and completely understood what a demigod was!

That is the first person under the gods, and also the limit that can be reached with a transcendent body!

In the mortal world, the sword in his hand is an invincible existence!

Seeming to feel the approach of danger, that twisting green shadow ran faster, plunged into the forest further away, and ran wildly like a wild rabbit scurrying into a bush.

"Want to run?"

Gante curled up a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, his legs exerted force, and the distance of one kilometer was broken in an instant!

Looking at the Sword Saint who had closed in behind him in an instant, "Alchemist" Jean's face showed an expression like he had seen a ghost, surprised and angry, throwing three medicine bottles backward.

"Die! Go to hell!"

The medicine bottles filled with ominous liquid turned in the air, suddenly exploding into a piece of dark green thick fog!

However, this cloud of thick fog was too weak compared to the thick fog that covered the entire wilderness earlier; after all, the latter was at least sacrificed by the flesh and blood of 100,000 people.

Watching the thick fog drift toward his face, Gante didn't even look at it, the greatsword in his hand thrusting forward.

The cold cold light hadn't arrived yet, but the whistling sword wind had already blown the thick fog away!

Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, Jean could only grit his teeth and turn around to meet the attack, two burly arms splitting from his shoulder blades, four hands working together to grab short swords and short knives to block!

"Clang—!"

A crisp sound shattered the short swords and short knives in his hands; he didn't even see clearly where the sword blade came from, and he flew backward more than a hundred meters, rolling all the way and crashing into the forest.

"Cough—"

Jean spat out a mouthful of blood, supported himself on a pine tree beside him, and stumbled to stand up from the ground.

The previous blow not only shattered his weapons but also shattered his wrist bones along with it.

Not only that, the flying iron pieces and the scattered sword qi also left wounds on his body!

Looking at the Sword Saint walking toward him unhurriedly, a fear that went deep into his bone marrow finally rose on Jean's twisted face.

Just one blow and he, a Chaos Chosen, was beaten into such a state... is this the strength of a demigod?

What he didn't know was that Gante was actually showing mercy, otherwise he would have been dead.

"What happened here, did you do it?"

The rockets in the distance were still roaring and booming; listening to the sound blowing with the hot wind, Jean trembled all over, but still squeezed out a smile of bravado from that twisted face.

"Heh... so what if I did it? I just brought them relief; anyway, they would have starved to death in the end, it's better that their useless flesh and blood were sacrificed to me..."

He originally wanted to say that at least it could block the running dogs of Saint Xisi, but it was very clear that even with his best efforts, he still hadn't blocked it, so he was too embarrassed to say the last half of the sentence.

Gante looked at him coldly, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"It seems you have no remorse, I can only send you to see the devil in your heart."

Jean: "Devil? Heh... if it weren't for the devil targeting us, you wouldn't have looked at us at all!"

Gante looked unexpectedly at this guy who was trembling all over but still talking tough.

"So you know that voice is a devil."

Perhaps knowing he was going to die, Jean's mouth let out a hysterical roar.

"Haha! You think only you are smart? Of course I know what it is, I don't care what it is! At least following Saint Xisi, I can't live; following it, I can live!"

"Is that so?"

Gante looked around, then looked at this hysterical guy again, his voice instead calming down, carrying a trace of pity.

"I don't think so."

That was just another dead end.

Suddenly, Jean found that the forest around him had disappeared, replaced by boundless yellow sand and desolation.

Looking at the Sword Saint standing on the sand dune, his pupils shrank suddenly, but then he relaxed as if relieved.

So this is the domain of a demigod.

The feeling, it's nothing more than this...

Jean laughed wildly and rushed up, then was cut into two halves in the incoming sword shadow, disappearing into the blowing yellow sand...

At the same time, in the distant Jing Shui Tan territory, boisterous artillery fire rang out in the wilderness.

Long, thick flames crashed into the position in the distance, and the thick smoke of the explosion rose one after another!

That was the dwarf mortar!

Although its accuracy was not as good as the cannons of the Campbell Principality, its power was more than a little stronger than the latter.

However, unfortunately, the dwarf shelling only bombed a loneliness.

The Green Forest Army scattered soldiers hiding on the position had long used the tunnels dug by the Ratmen to transfer to the forest in the rear, only leaving behind a hundred corpses, which was not a pity at all.

At the same time, the dwarf artillery position suddenly collapsed downward, and several mortars fell straight into the collapsed tunnel!

That tunnel was obviously not dug by the dwarves themselves, but by the Ratmen's engineering troops who took advantage of the dwarves being busy supporting the front line and dug directly here from the pre-prepared tunnel.

Before the dwarf artillerymen could react, one Ratman warrior after another wearing cloaks jumped up from the pit, holding long-handled hook sickles, catching the group of dwarf artillerymen off guard!

Different from ordinary small slave rats, as clan warriors, they were each one meter tall, and they had all received the blessing of "Gluttonous Rat" Geluo, and their waists were even thicker than dwarves!

Running into these dwarves who were not good at close-quarters combat, they actually had the upper hand for a while.

"Roar—!"

A clan rat warrior opened his blood basin mouth, let out a roar with a foul smell, and the long-handled hook sickle in his hand swung hard, cutting a dwarf artilleryman into two sections at the waist!

Intestines spilled all over the ground!

The slave rats following closely behind swarmed up, stuffing the flesh and blood that fell to the ground into their mouths, hitting the opponent's morale through this sacrifice of desecrating corpses!

Their skills were not just this.

Besides being cannon fodder on the battlefield, they were also sacrifices for the priests under "Gluttonous Rat" Geluo!

Just behind this group of slave rats who were eating and drinking, the Ratman priest wearing a human bone mask stepped forward with a bone staff, shaking a human skin rattle while chanting gloomy and obscure spells.

Ghostly green soul fire like the hands of the undead grabbed the necks of dozens of slave rats.

With the flesh and blood of these slave rats as sacrifices, a "War Giant Rat" three meters long rushed out from the bloody living altar, and just one charge knocked the dwarf artillerymen who were trying to form a shield formation flying out.

"Chi chi chi!!!"

Looking at the giant rat descending on the battlefield, the group of Ratmen let out shrill and excited shouts, their round eyes turning scarlet, fighting even more vigorously with the dwarf artillerymen around them.

Although caught off guard by the Ratmen's tunnel attack, the dwarves of the Gaoshan Kingdom were obviously not vegetarian either.

They had long expected that this group of insidious little mice wouldn't have a fair fight with them, and five murderous hundred-man teams were killing toward this group of Ratmen ambushers.

Different from ordinary dwarf warriors, they wore heavy plate armor on their shoulders, steel helmets on their heads, only revealing a pair of eyes emitting fierce light, holding two-handed heavy battle axes taller than two dwarves stacked together!

Rows of inscriptions were carved on both sides of the axe blade, waiting for the enemy's blood to irrigate and activate them.

Their name was "Oath Warriors."

At Huang Tong Pass, that was a name that made countless Ogres who worshiped destruction tremble with fear!

"Kill—!"

Following the order of the dwarf centurion leading the army, the Oath Warriors holding heavy battle axes were like a steel meat grinder, ruthlessly grinding the Ratman soldiers who rushed to the front.

The War Giant Rat roared and charged at this group of dwarves waving battle axes.

Two chariots collided together.

More than a dozen dwarves wearing heavy armor flew out like beer barrels that had been knocked away!

However, the War Giant Rat born from Chaos sacrifice didn't get any benefits either.

Battle axes weighing hundreds of catties chopped on it one after another, chopping its light grey fur into pieces!

The War Giant Rat let out a roar of pain, twisting its fat body trying to escape, but was bitten to death by the dwarf hundred-man team, unable to hide from the axe blades falling like raindrops no matter how it struggled.

"Roar—!"

The dwarf centurion roared, stabbed the short sword in his hand into its right eye, and was thrown onto the rat's back in the latter's shrill roar.

Grabbing the back of the War Giant Rat's neck tightly, the dwarf centurion caught the dagger thrown by his comrade, and stabbed it one knife after another into the fat rat's neck, finally pressing this monster that kept struggling and charging horizontally to the ground.

The bloody slaughter was still continuing!

The centurion didn't have time to cheer for victory, wiped the blood on his face and rejoined the battle, fighting with the Ratman soldiers who kept pouring out of the tunnel.

Perhaps feeling there was an opportunity to take advantage of, perhaps eyeing these dozen dwarf mortars and the supplies on the artillery position, these clan rat warriors kept rushing up, without any intention of retreating at all.

But this was exactly what these dwarves wanted.

They were not afraid of a face-to-face contest with Ratmen, they were only afraid of these little guys playing sneak attacks!

The anti-rat experts carrying flamethrowers and crossbows were rushing toward this side, and soon those little mice would see what a true purgatory was!

However, these brave dwarf warriors still underestimated the number of Ratmen and overestimated the marching speed of their brothers' short legs behind them.

The two sides fought for a quarter of an hour, the support from the rear was late to arrive, but the little mice pouring out of the tunnel were getting more and more numerous, looking like they were going to deploy a ten-thousand-man team here!

A second War Giant Rat was summoned, although it was still pressed to the ground by the skilled Oath Warriors in the end, everyone's face showed a trace of fatigue.

Seeing that the situation on the battlefield was about to reverse, a burst of rapid horse hooves suddenly came from not far away.

Looking at the rolling dust, countless dwarves showed excited expressions on their faces.

It's the cavalry of the Campbell Principality!

The citizen cavalry galloping on the swampy land was like a meteor crashing into the flank of the battlefield, countless Ratman soldiers flying backward like river pebbles kicked away.

The Ratman centurion leading the army raised his long-handled hook sickle in panic, trying to turn back to resist, but was hit in the chest by a cavalry lance, half of his body turning into a piece of blood mist and flying away!

The person leading was Princess Ailin Campbell!

In her hand, she was holding a cavalry lance shining with holy light; the gleaming breastplate was majestic in the sunlight, and a pair of eyes were as sharp as knives, just like a god descending to earth.

Seeing his centurion killed with one blow, the group of Ratmen were scared out of their wits, screaming "Chi chi chi" and fleeing in all directions, and an entire thousand-man team collapsed!

"It's friendly forces!"

The centurion commanding the battle roared excitedly, leading his warriors to fight even more vigorously.

They swore to slaughter this group of ugly little mice, and peel their rat heads off as trophies, hanging them on the castle of Hatred Peak as their medals!

Seeing the Campbell cavalry joining the battlefield, the Ratman slingers wandering on the edge of the battlefield waved their slings vigorously, throwing whistling stones, trying to shoot these big guys to death.

However, to the Ratmen's surprise, the stone bullets they threw all hit a milky white light curtain, and then were bounced away without suspense, instead smashing their own brothers into brain matter flying, wailing and falling to the ground!

That was the legend belonging to the late King Aaron Campbell; it is said that he, protected by the Holy Light, led his knights to gallop on the battlefield and was never hurt by stray arrows on the battlefield!

This legend, which people talked about with relish, was realized into a miracle that could be touched with both hands after Aaron Campbell Grand Duke passed away, integrated into the light of transmission that condensed the faith of countless people!

The stones thrown by Ratmen with slings obviously didn't have the power of arrows shot by Demon Crossbowmen, so naturally, they couldn't penetrate that shining light curtain!

With the arrival of the Campbell citizen cavalry, the scale that had been tilting toward the Ratmen side tilted back toward the dwarves.

Seeing their friendly forces being dragged down, the Green Forest Army that had previously retreated to the forest through the tunnel could only turn back, and under the commander's order, bit the bullet and rushed toward the smoke-filled battlefield.

The Campbell soldiers had already completed loading and were waiting for them on the route they were advancing.

Not just the Campbell soldiers, but also those "short legs" who couldn't reach the artillery position, also stopped their support steps under the order of the dwarf officers, turned their direction and aimed the flamethrowers and heavy crossbows at the "Chaos Apostles" rushing out of the forest.

In principle, due to the ancient alliance, the dwarves of the Gaoshan Kingdom would not take action against humans on human territory.

But it was very clear that this group of guys in front of them who sold their souls to Chaos could no longer be counted as humans!

"Fire!"

The dwarf centurion leading the flamethrower soldiers roared, and was the first to pull the trigger in his hand.

That shoulder as steady as a mountain shook backward, and then a long, thick fire dragon sprayed from the muzzle in his hand, splashing toward the Green Forest Army vanguard fifty meters away!

"Ah ah!!!"

Drenched in the scalding fire oil, the "Green Turbans" rushing to the front let out a scream, instantly turning into a fire man.

Looking at the miserable state of the vanguard soldiers, the Green Forest Army soldiers rushing behind were all scared pale, but under the urging of the leader, they had to bite the bullet and rush up.

"Don't be afraid of that group of dwarves! The pipes in their hands can't spray for long! Rush up and chop them to pieces! Cut off their heads and use them as sacrifices to the great true god!"

A centurion roared, waving the long knife in his hand, and had completely stopped covering up.

Everyone felt it; this grand sacrifice had reached the final moment, and they would soon be able to obtain the blessing from the void and stand on a brand-new stage as victors.

What needed to be done now was no longer to hide themselves, but to prove their piety to their god at all costs!

"For Urgos! For our Kailan!"

"Kill!!!"

The earth-shaking roar resounded on the battlefield, killing toward the dwarves carrying flamethrowers in a mighty way.

Their judgment was correct; the fire oil of the dwarf flamethrower soldiers was indeed not much, and basically exhausted after one round of spraying.

This thing wasn't meant to be used on the plain in the first place; wanting to truly exert its power, it had to be in a tunnel.

It could instantly exhaust the oxygen in the cave and suffocate the Ratmen. And the dwarves could rely on their powerful ability to hold their breath to hold on until they reached a place with oxygen.

However, those charging Green Turbans had calculated the limited fire oil of the dwarves, but forgot that standing here were not just dwarves, but also Campbell people who had been waiting for a long time.

The grenadiers in the front row took the lead, throwing jars filled with black powder into the Green Forest Army formation.

Just at the same moment the deafening roar rang out, the Campbell soldiers who had set up their muskets pulled the triggers, rows of muzzles spraying long tongues of fire, shooting the rebel soldiers who were dizzy from the explosion to the ground.

The sound of platoon firing rang out one after another, and the high-morale Campbell soldiers advanced orderly in the sound of military drums, stepping through the pungent thick smoke.

Although the slaughter was still continuing, winning the final victory seemed to be only a matter of time...

Near the artillery position in the distance, Princess Ailin, holding a cavalry lance, grabbed the reins and reined in her warhorse, looking at the smoke in the distance, but frowned slightly.

Seeing the worry on her face, Theresa paced her warhorse to her side, saying respectfully.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

"Something's not quite right." Princess Ailin thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "Previously, that Rolandar had always avoided head-on confrontation with us; why is he suddenly so generous today?"

Theresa: "Perhaps he is tired of the game of hiding and seeking?"

Princess Ailin shook her head.

"Theresa, I don't want to think of our enemies as that stupid, especially since he has brought us so much trouble before... obviously he is a cunning mouse."

Simply put, she couldn't see the benefit of him doing this.

Just as Princess Ailin was thinking in her heart, the originally clear sky suddenly turned gloomy.

A cloud that didn't know where it drifted from covered everyone's heads, followed by a huge pressure.

Princess Ailin's heart sank suddenly, casting an astonished look into the forest ahead.

That aura...

So familiar!

When her father fought the Demon King of Thunder County, he had briefly broken through the Purple Crystal-tier bottleneck by relying on the power of the light of transmission, and killed Regi Delagon in one fell swoop, achieving the legend named Aaron Campbell!

However, at this very moment, the aura drifting from the front gave her a feeling that it was even above her father!

And unlike her father...

That was a power that made people tremble, as if it came from an abyss deeper than hell, its existence only to swallow all living creatures!

Is it Rolandar?

Princess Ailin's eyes were full of astonishment.

She clearly remembered that when they fought last time, that guy should have only been Diamond-tier!

How come it hadn't been a month, and the aura that only Purple Crystal-tier powerhouses possessed appeared on him?!

Of course, that guy should have just broken through not long ago and wasn't skilled in controlling this power, otherwise he could have hidden his aura better and wouldn't have been seen through at once.

But it didn't rule out another possibility—

He didn't intend to hide it at all.

The cadence of the voice suddenly rang out from the bottomless dense forest, like the opening of a bard singing a poem...

"Friends from the Campbell Principality, I am very happy that you are so concerned about your poor neighbor, but it would have been better if you had come earlier..."

"If that were the case, maybe I could have invited you for a drink!"

"Instead of chopping you into meat filling and throwing you into the pot."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 454 =====