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In the early morning, the mist has not yet dissipated, and the sun has just revealed half of his face. At this moment, Gattuso is silent.
Phew, the sea breeze blew, and suddenly there were waves on the sea.
"Hey, what is that?"
"What?"
The cloud of war was shrouded in darkness. After nearly two months of fermentation, the atmosphere became more and more dull. Even the warlike orcs felt a trace of heavy pressure.
"It seems, it seems to be a boat."
"Hurry up, ring the alarm bell, humans are coming."
The sea wind howled, the invisible air seemed to be wrinkled, the scene became blurred, and then the masts standing in a row suddenly appeared above the sea.
The fourth-tier war wonder, the invisible wind, was provided by the Church of Stormwind, which facilitated the combined fleet's raid this time.
The battle line was drawn, and nearly a hundred battleships moved in an orderly manner on the sea. The gun windows were opened, and thousands of artillery were aimed at Gattuso at the same time, and the ferocious muzzles shone with icy light.
Boom, the flames burst, the first roar of artillery sounded on the sea, tearing the tranquility of the morning, and then the second and third, one after another, like a grand symphony.
"Damn, what is this?"
"It's so hot."
Under the cover of artillery, all living beings are equal, even if most of these artillery are smoothbore guns, the huge caliber has already determined that they cannot be stopped by flesh and blood, even if the physique of orcs is much higher than that of humans, this is civilization. of light.
As the most important pioneering city of the Kingdom of Sievers in the New World, Gattuso naturally has a complete coastal defense fort, but artillery is a technical arm. The stick used makes no difference.
Cannonballs rained down, both solid and blooming. Under such a fierce offensive, Gattuso was like a woman for a while, powerless to resist, and could only be ravaged by the coalition forces.
"It's a spectacular sight."
On the hillside, standing side by side with Asim, Sean sighed like this.
Gunfire covered Gattuso, and the rising flames rendered Gattuso into a blooming blood rose, poignant and gorgeous.
"Yeah, it's spectacular, after all, times have changed."
With a smile, looking at Gattuso who was struggling under the artillery fire, Asim also sighed.
Before the war started, Sean found Asim and joined the battle as a part of the Sutilt Kingdom. While he needed to contribute, he also had his share of the spoils after the war.
After a round of shelling, the orcs in Gattuso finally responded. The totem pillars of fire spread to the sky, and the crimson light curtain enveloped the entire Gattuso, letting the orcs in the city who had been devastated by the artillery fire a little relieved.
Seeing this scene, the superiors of the human coalition army laughed, and wanted to protect the entire city under the bombardment, even if it was a real fifth-order, it would not be an easy task, let alone a fake fifth-order.
"Okay, it's almost time for us to play, this time you want to let me see the brilliance of Montel."
The words were relaxed, and Asim said half-jokingly. While speaking, he glanced at the black knight standing behind Xiao En from the corner of his eye. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that these costumed knights were not real human beings. Or it is not a normal living body.
"Yes, count, don't worry."
Looking at Gattuso shrouded in fire, Sean said slowly.
Although the shelling was temporarily blocked, after the round of artillery baptism just now, the orcs' pre-arranged defense line had a loophole, and at this time the coalition army that had already logged in from other places had begun to approach Gattuso.
The most important thing is that although the bombardment was temporarily blocked, the large fleet of the coalition forces is still there, and the muzzle is always aimed at Gattuso. Unless the orcs in the city keep maintaining this layer of light curtain, the next moment the baptism of the shells It will fall on the head of the orcs again, not to mention that the coalition forces are not without fifth-order power.
Gattuso, the city wall, the highest point.
"High Priest, we must get rid of the human fleet first."
There was a cold light in the pure gold pupils, and the murderous intent grew in Gato Rhine's words.
"I see, Wang."
At this moment, the crow feather robe on High Priest Peart's body was crimson, like a blazing flame.
The power surged, the spirit resonated, and the power of the fire element began to gather.
Chirping, shrill chirping??There was a sound in the sky, and a vague shadow spread its wings in the totem beam of light, and then, it was dawn.
"What it is?"
"It's a meteorite."
"Damn it, it's falling towards us."
"Ah, did I see the undead?"
The sky was bright, the mist was evaporated, and the crimson light enveloped the sky and the earth. A little spark was constantly magnified in the eyes of the coalition forces, bringing heat and despair.
The fifth-order secret art firework meteor, using the power of fire element to simulate the natural phenomenon of meteorite falling, has the destructive power like a natural disaster. At this moment, it is aimed at the large coalition fleet on the sea.
Facing such a man-made natural disaster, the soldiers and even the mid-level officers of the fleet couldn't help but feel panic. This is the instinct of life, but the senior management of the fleet just looked at the sky a few more times, and they are still as stable as a mountain.
The Northern Light, the flagship of the Combined Fleet.
"Bishop Ebuu, you come or I come."
On the deck, a man in military uniform looked up at the sky, and with a smile on his face, he asked Ebuu, the bishop of the Church of Storms, beside him.
"Let me do it, General Joey."
After pondering for a while, Ebuu expressed his willingness to make a move.
"Okay, then I will leave it to you, Bishop Ebou."
Since the opponent is willing to make a move, Joey will naturally not object.
The reverent chants sounded, and the vague majesty began to spread on the Northern Light, and a ray of pure wind appeared over the fleet, sacred and mighty.
Generated by the wind, the sea breeze began to howl, a pair of huge wings came from nothingness, and the wings closed, covering the huge combined fleet under the wings.
After chanting, Ebu'o's smooth forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat. Obviously, the action just now was not easy for him.
Putting away the dimly lit angel icon in his hand, Ebuu turned his attention to Joey.
"It should be fine, General Joey."
"Since it has the protection of angel wings, there will be no problem. It seems that the Church of Storms really has an angel revived or descended."
Looking at the huge lifelike wings covering the sky, Joey said seemingly casually.
And hearing this, Ebuu did not answer, but just looked up at the scene in the sky.
Boom, the flames were blazing, and before they set down, the surface of the sea was already crimson, and the rapidly rising temperature made many sailors drenched their backs with sweat.
Boom, the collision finally came, and the fireworks and meteors falling from the sky slammed on the wings with the power of falling.
The air wave swept away, clearing away the clouds above the sky, leaving only a sea of ??flames. Facing the impact of fireworks and meteors, Angel Wings did not waver at all, but became somewhat illusory.
The flames died out, and the angel's wings began to scatter with the wind. Obviously this time, the coalition forces were superior.
"Survived."
"Did the gods descend?"
After the catastrophe, great joy grew in the hearts of the naval soldiers, while the head of Gattuso, Gatu Rhine's face was as gloomy as water.
"Is this the Divine Archangel of the Church of the Storms? It really is"
On the hillside, looking at the huge wings dissipating with the wind in the sky, Sean didn't know what to say for a while.
"That's right, this is the famous Holy Archangel."
Also looking at the sky, Asim's words also had some sighs.
There is no fixed rank for the divine art of angel descending, ranging from the fourth to the sixth rank, and it is not unique to the Church of Storms. In fact, all the Churches of True God have similar divine arts, and it is really because of this divine art Ordinary transcendents are not willing to provoke people from the church, because he may really not be your opponent, but you are not sure what kind of parents he will call. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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