883.Three-Day Miracle·The Story of the Second Day (Part 2)）
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Nefertari controls the core scepter of the Banquet of Souls under the command post of the lord's position. This strange death object made by Dusk single-handedly supports the spiritual movement of the entire position, and the power of death escapes. It is so extensive that it even suppresses the space where other psychic powers can operate..
Tris, who was assisting Murphy in killing the enemy, immediately changed the spiritual energy around her. She frowned and smashed out a formed chain lightning in her hand, clearing the area in front and blessing her little Murphy. A lightning shield, and then he flapped his wings and took off to look around..
In the eyes of the psychic master, the entire position under the night has been clearly divided into two areas by the huge amount of death psychic energy..
Under the exquisite control of the little mummy who had a brain injury, the death energy in the outer ring has been gathered into reality and turned into gusts of sinister wind to resurrect the corpses. Under the reverse impact of the huge number of walking corpses against the background of the continuous falling shells, they have been The jackal army that invaded the flank was squeezed out bit by bit..
But in the inner ring where the soldiers retreated to the rear, there was not much death energy to fill it, so that there would not be a death echo that was harmful to life..
It has to be said that the Church of the Death Moon is indeed much more powerful than the Yeluzi Twilight Cultists in the use of orthodox power. These necromancy spells can not only be used to kill enemies, but can also be used to protect them..
However, the undead souls brought up by the orthodox death ritual have no souls to be restrained, so their actions lack spirituality. They can only provide the most primitive human shield resistance under the command of the Hades Knights and Corpse Witches..
But the most eye-catching thing on the battlefield at this time is definitely not the corpses that are moving forward angrily under the urging of death. Instead, they are running down the hillside from the rear position amidst the roar of machinery, killing towards the flanks in a manner that shakes the earth. Those armed walkers of the Jackals.
The mechanical weapons named "Dragon Cavalry" by Murphy exploded with powerful force under the burning of fuel and oil. They rushed to the battlefield with the stiff and swift posture unique to the mechanical body, amidst the cheers of the retreating soldiers. The ammunition compartment at the rear was opened, and the Iron Fist missiles, which were linked together in the most primitive structure, were raised diagonally into the sky, and then, based on the decision-making of the Dragoon's wetware brain, they were launched towards the place where there were the most Jackals..
Those Iron Fist missiles pulled out white smoke rings in the dark night and then fell to the ground with red flames, creating dazzling explosions..
They stood as still as majestic prehistoric beasts in the light of the bombardment..
Every time the six huge mechanical legs are lifted up and smashed down, a pool of bloody flesh will appear on the spot. Surrounded by countless walking zombies in silence and horror, these "automatic soldiers" who still have the most basic combat awareness "They seem to really burst out an emotion called "anger" under the steel shell..
They ran rampant among the disintegrating gnoll army, and even took the initiative to turn on the built-in flamethrowers on the front and rear sides, letting the thick flames ignite the ugly and fanatical barbarians as much as possible. The one among these big guys codenamed "Duke... Moritz's dragoons were particularly violent.
Because it is the No. 1 machine, Old Flywheel added a lot of fantastic ideas to this Dragoon..
For example, the folding harvesting sickle hidden under the outer armor, and the high-voltage electric pile under the chassis are all combat-oriented devices made by engineers of the Church of the Mechanical Spirit. At this time, these were additionally installed. The destructive weapons were used by Dragoon One in an extremely brutal way..
The two folded sharp cutting scythes are like farmers mowing grass. Driven by the huge kinetic energy brought by the steam ejection, each folding ejection will cut all nearby gnolls into meat paste, and once the gnolls try to climb up the dragon When Cavalry One carries out personal destruction, the protruding high-voltage electric piles will erupt with dazzling power grids, turning them into balls of coke..
Removing the obstructive crew compartment allows these steel-framed dragoons to carry more murderous weapons and make larger-capacity energy furnaces, making them full of power without having to worry about battery life. Although there are still many technical details that have not been perfected, The results achieved by this trial version of the steel monster when it debuted were obviously satisfactory..
Even Murphy, who was immersed in the perception of power, was shocked..
After an explosion of scarlet secret energy cleared away the nearby soldiers, Murphy spread his flying wings and flew into the air. He stood in the night sky with Tris, watching the fifteen mechanical dragoons like a moving war fortress. As the army of people marched back and forth, he nodded with satisfaction and said：
“This is the destination that warriors should have. Even the journey to death should not be ordinary, let alone walking gently into the good night. This will become a new tradition of martial arts for the Transians.”
“But it will also increase the suspicion and demonization of us by idiots elsewhere..”
Tris pouted and said：
“Now those gossips who are keen to smear the Transians have something to say. They will say that the Transians barbarians will not allow the soldiers to die, and will brutally extract the souls of the soldiers and put them into their evil machines, driving them Those poor people will never be free and continue to fight until the day when their souls are gone is the end of their almost eternal service..”
“Well, in a sense, that's true..”
Murphy shook his head.
He looked at the Dragoon One that was advancing furiously under the night. The "Duke Moritz" seemed to be a dragoon armor with great character..
It was so violent, so keen on killing gnolls, and so fond of dismembering them in the most brutal way that within ten minutes of entering the battlefield, Duke Moritz's outer armor was completely covered in blood..
Even covering up its special Winter Wolves-style paint job.
It's like covering up the past that it has forgotten, like declaring how much this killing machine enjoys the war at this moment..
“Will you return them to Baldwin?？”
Tris asked softly.：
“After all, theoretically speaking, the combat awareness of these dragoons belongs to the soldiers of the Winter Wolf Legion. If they could choose freely, they would also want to return to Nordtov.”
“sure.”
Murphy replied：
“As long as the wolf girl comes to beg me in person, there is nothing that cannot be discussed in that situation. The jackals will be defeated. Look, even with the gaze of the Lord of Hunting, they will still feel the same when facing an existence that they cannot understand and cannot harm at all. to be afraid.
This fully proves that Hugersen's army is not invincible..
Our morale is recovering, right?？
Soldiers will also be afraid of those dragoons, but as long as they are sure that those iron warriors are on our side, they will cheer for their slaughter and celebrate their victory..
One day, these big men of steel born from distortion will also become the symbol of Transians.
Let it rain, Trish.”
“Um？”
The Scarlet Witch looked at the tired Murphy. She thought that Murphy wanted to use a rain to wash away the blood on his body, so she used the condensation effect of electric ions at high altitude to make the clouds thicken, and soon there were small raindrops falling..
But Murphy shook his head and said：
“Make it bigger and help His Excellency Duke Moritz wash away the blood stains on its shell. Although the scene of such a bloody battle is brave, it is a bit too dishonorable for a war hero from a foreign country..”
Tris curled her lips, feeling that Murphy was asking for too much..
However, she could not mercilessly refuse all the reasonable or unreasonable needs of her little cutie, so a few minutes later, a heavy rain swept across the surrounding area of the lord's position..
In the rain that lasted for several minutes, Murphy in mid-air faced the dragoons on the ground..
He raised his head, opened his sword-holding arms, and let the rain falling from the sky wash away the blood on his body and armor. When he lowered his head again, he looked at the dragoons on the ground who were chasing in the rain, and the cold raindrops sprinkled on them. down and make them clean again.
And in the sound of raindrops hitting the metal shell of the dragoons, in the wails of the last batch of jackals being mercilessly killed, the daunting red light spots in the V-shaped observation hole also faded little by little. It dimmed, and the gathered raindrops dissolved the blood stains, causing trickles of red to drip down the irregular outer armor of the dragoons..
Like a berserker who finally sleeps peacefully after a satisfying slaughter.
They just stood on the battlefield and fell asleep, waiting for the next call to war when they were awakened..
Endless wars, endless calls, but the dragoons will not get tired, complain, or rebel. They have been forever fixed at the moment when they died for the first time and were overwhelmed by anger and despair..
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