894.Victory is a happy thing - more updates for the brothers "Whale and Blue Sky"【8/10】
894.Victory is a happy thing - additional update for the brothers "Whale and Blue Sky" [8/10] (page 1/2)
The Lord of the Hunt's divine force field was broken, which meant that the greed and evil of the evil god were completely shattered in this position. Almost at the moment when the divine force field was broken, the howling jackals rushed towards the Transians. The thugs woke up from their god-driven fanaticism and devotion..
The blood in their eyes faded, and then they looked blankly at everything around them..
When they see those humans who have been healed and inspired by the light of the Holy Spirit, grinning and waving their weapons at them, even the strongest Gnoll warriors will subconsciously retreat, and when they raise their heads and look at the people who are still dropping bombs in the sky When arming the airship, the fear in his eyes could not be concealed..
In the Fourth Black Disaster a hundred years ago, the army of the Lord of Hunting was defeated by the Songhai people's sun ships that bombed the ground at high altitudes. This made the jackals addicted to soaring in the sky and attracting the power of sky fire. fear of things.
You can't expect superstitious gnolls to know the difference between an armed airship and a sunship. In their view, both of these things can bring destruction from the sky..
In addition, the Grand Overseer had been beheaded by the Transians, and the entire position had collapsed. The cruel reality made the jackals who woke up unable to save themselves even though they wanted to kill the enemy. However, compared to the oppression and fear in the body, the feeling in the mind was stronger. A heavy blow is a more deadly defense-breaking straight punch.
Fans in the past could still convince themselves that this black disaster and all the destruction they had done were to fulfill the glory of the Lord of the Hunt, and that the gods were born to protect the Jackal civilization from becoming powerful and dominating the world. Sacrifice is to bring a prosperous future to other tribesmen, and the birth of gods is also based on the same purpose..
However, almost all the jackals who survived this battlefield clearly remember everything that happened here..
Especially those scenes where after a frontal defeat, they were forced by the divine will of the Lord of the Hunt to launch a final attack on the Transians that was meaningless except death. All of this declared a cruel truth to these surviving gnolls. the fact.
The god they serve wholeheartedly, the god they are about to awaken after paying countless casualties, the god they claim will protect their people and become powerful..
Don't care about them at all！
The Lord of the Hunt only wants to see rivers of blood. The Lord of the Hunt only wants to harvest destruction and death. The Lord of the Hunt just wants to turn the world into his own barbaric hunting ground..
Even if such a thing is born, will it really protect the Gnolls into the future?？
no no no.
Anyone with some brains can guess that once the Lord of Hunting is born, the first to perish will be the jackals who regard him as their god. He can indeed bring powerful power to the jackals, but this kind of individual strengthening comes at the expense of sacrifice. collective future realized.
The more fanatical a jackal is, the more clearly he can feel what kind of thing he is serving in the experience of being manipulated by the gods just now. This terrible sense of gap is enough to defeat those fanatics from the spiritual level..
This is much worse than low morale..
The gnolls on the battlefield began to flee spontaneously after waking up. The speed was so fast that the Transians could not chase them. They screamed and fled into the swamp, not even daring to look back at the fluttering blood flag..
But there are still some big and round jackals who have dropped their weapons and just lie on the battlefield full of corpses, staring blankly at the sky that has brightened again. Their will seems to have been poached, and their souls seem to be dead. , all that remains here is this body that is no longer important..
Even angry soldiers rushing up and poking them to death can't make them react any more. This is the real walking dead..
“This is the collapse of faith, there is no way to save it.”
A silver dwarf earth priest said to the Transian militia next to him with a hand cannon of astonishing caliber.：
“They finally realized that they had been praying to a madman for the future. They gave too much of their soul weight to the Lord of Hunting. After recognizing the reality, their souls died before their bodies..”
“Oh, so that means these guys will die even if you leave them alone, right?？”
The rude militiaman asked curiously, and the Earth Priest shrugged, stuffed a bullet into the hand cannon, pointed it at the Jackal and pulled the trigger, blowing up the opponent's head with a bang..
He blew out the smoke from the hand cannon and said with vengeance.：
“Why not add a sword? It would also be great to help them physically accelerate their death, wouldn't it? We have enough reasons to do this. Everyone on this battlefield has the same reason to kill every gnoll..”
“Well, that makes sense！”
The militiaman was easily persuaded. He picked up his halberd and stepped forward to send away the remaining jackals one by one..
But while this massacre was going on, General Flanders stopped the soldiers from venting their anger and shouted:：
“Tie up these gnolls! Lord Murphy has ordered that they be sent as prisoners to construction sites across Transia, and that they will be worked to death to warn other intruders..”
“But we should kill them, General！”
A strong mountain soldier shouted：
“Leaving these gnolls behind is a disaster, they have killed many of our brothers! They all deserve to die！”
“Well, you can kill them and no one will snitch here..”
Flanders shrugged and said：
“But you will do the work of laying dust and moving bricks on the construction site in Transia..”
“Well, forget it then.”
The mountain man put away his weapon decisively, spat at the side, and cursed：
“As for the death rate of prisoners of war on the Masonic Brotherhood's construction site, I won't go there. Maybe it would be a good way to atone for their sins by exhausting these guys to death and letting them use their own strength to build our homes..”
“That's right. Transia has a lot of waste, so we must make the best use of it..”
General Flanders nodded with satisfaction, picked up a rather delicate bone sword from the ground, and prepared to take it back for collection. However, when he bent down to stand up, he felt dizzy, unable to stand, and finally fell to the ground..
This shocked the militiamen.
They hurried forward and helped the general who was brave enough to join them in battle and took the lead in every battle. They also called an Avalon priest to help the general with treatment. The latter concluded that Flanders General Si was just exhausted and exhausted. He was sent to the rear to recuperate for a few days and he would be fine..
There were also many warriors who sat down on the ground after seeing the jackals collapse and run away..
They are really tired. The overdraft of strength brought by high morale makes them not want to do anything now. They just want to lie down and have a good sleep. Some people lie down and never get up again..
This is a battle that makes even the top vampires feel exhausted, let alone these ordinary warriors..
Similar situations continue to occur on the battlefield. First responders and militiamen sent by field hospitals are everywhere collecting the wounded. The field hospitals behind the positions have prepared hospital beds and enough prosthetics, as well as a group of people waiting. Doctor apprentices doing surgery.
The Pantsless Demon is probably the busiest player since the war started. He has basically never rested from the first day to now..
Just as they were resting in the Lord's position, Murphy, Tris and Kudel immediately found Pinkie Pie who was brought back to the headquarters by Liwen. They really wanted to find out what had just happened..
But unfortunately, Pinkie Pie will not be able to answer them at all..
She was also very tired. Taking on divine power was quite an extreme drain for a mortal. Judging from Liwen's previous weakness, you could tell that this job was by no means a casual one..
Jin Taozi had already fallen asleep in Liwen's arms, so the people who came over could only conduct some physical examinations on her..
But Liwen’s expression is not pretty.
As a reserve divine choice, she knew very well how heavy the burden Pinkie would have to bear in the future, so the eyes she looked at Murphy were not so friendly..
“Was this all part of your plan? Lord, why don't you let foreigners accept this divine revelation?？”
Liwen, who awakened the dragonborn bloodline with Ao's blessing and grew horns and tail, stared at Murphy, she said：
“The belief in the Holy Light was brought into this world by foreigners. In terms of their familiarity with the doctrines and images of faith, they should have been the carriers of the first coming of the Holy Light..”
“You are really Miss Pinkie's best friend and protector. You know clearly that foreigners have no entity at all, so how can you use them to inherit divine power?？”
Murphy didn't answer, but Tris next to him, as his "mouth substitute", didn't play this kind of twisting game with Liwen at all..
She said very directly：
“No one could have expected that Holy Light would respond so violently to the call of faith at this stage. You can’t blame Murphy, and your good friend Pinkie Pie was in the situation just now. The most suitable carrier.
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