0p0 Chapter 484: The Indifferent Keon
Chapter 484: The Indifferent Keon
The Seventh Knight watched his cavalry team retreat indifferently, with no intention of taking action at all.
Even the red light under the helmet didn't flicker much.
In Cohen's eyes, these 5,000 cavalrymen were just cannon fodder.
Even the one hundred soldiers who set out to defeat the enemy were not worthy of his attention.
Even if they all died here, Cohen was confident that he could kill all the opponents.
Cohen is a man who would rather use his hands than his brain, but that doesn't mean he is stupid.
Even compared to the high-ranking Knights who are good at political intrigue, Cohen is smarter than them.
He knew very well what kind of enemy he was facing now, so he did not intend to follow the example of that idiot Fourth Knight and lead the charge.
Gods, even those who have been suppressed by the planes, are not easy to deal with.
The five thousand cavalrymen were not without achievement.
In the previous battle, more than half of the opponent's oak giants fell. Although some tree men were temporarily summoned to join the battle later, the total number had dropped to four.
And those bastards hiding in the tree man should have been mostly dead.
After all, the roar of artillery fire has weakened a lot.
The ones with the most intact combat power should be the group of Gis people on the ground and the metal sphere that appeared in the air.
However, for Cohen, he didn't even have the urge to face the enemy head-on.
His opponents are the group of elf gods that have just appeared.
Cohen was well aware of this kind of existence.
In the city of mountain dwarves, he encountered a dwarven god hiding underground.
After being suppressed by the plane, this once high and mighty god is nothing, and his strength is not even as strong as the centurions under his command.
He just had a very foul mouth. Even after his own spear pierced his heart, he was still pointing at his armor and cursing.
That encounter also allowed Cohen to learn the secrets of the gods.
In the following years, in addition to faithfully carrying out royal duties, he also kept inquiring about news related to the gods.
He already knew exactly where his power came from.
He also knew what it would mean if he failed.
Cohen calmly watched the last cavalryman fall in the spellstorm. Only the Vanguard Army was left on the field fighting the Gis people in close combat. He tightened the spear in his hand and began to move forward.
An elf god floating in the air saw this strange man in full armor making some movements and began to murmur in his heart.
Before the war, Rillifane and Labelas asked all the elven gods to do something very strange.
They spent at least half an hour silently thinking that Ivan was a pervert, until the released [Colorful Ball] emitted a pink light.
As gods, they certainly know what this means.
However, with the war approaching, the Elf God had no time to carefully study the reasons why one could obtain divine magic without having to generate faith.
These spells are quite perverted.
Not only does it have an unspeakable effect, it also has the property of ignoring the enemy's defense.
It's like - it doesn't belong to this world.
But the armored monster in front of him was hit by the perverted fireballs at least several times, and all the cavalry surrounding him had fallen to the ground.
But he still acted like nothing happened.
There wasn't even a trace of black smoke from the flames on the armor.
No matter how much you grumble, the battle still has to be fought.
The elven god decisively threw a pink magic ball towards Cohen.
The original elements and instant lethal damage of the [Five-Colored Ball] have been twisted into rigidity by Ivan.
Once hit by a spell, even if the opponent manages to survive, he will be trapped in a state of being unable to be defeated.
This trick has been proven to be effective in the battle just now.
But at this moment, the god miscalculated.
The Seventh Knight simply stretched out his hand, and the magic ball was firmly absorbed into his palm.
It's as easy as catching an orange.
The Elf God had long guessed that the opponent would not be so easy to deal with, and a blanket of colorful balls shot out, covering the Seventh Knight and the mount under his crotch.
Smoke and dust rose up, and continuous magical sonic booms shook the air.
But the next second, a spear passed through the body and pierced the god's chest.
The enormous force contained in the spear blew a huge bloody hole in his internal organs and back.
The sudden change caused the other elven gods who were planning to besiege the vanguard army to gather together all at once.
"Be careful... cough... this human has divine power..."
The elf god, whose body was pierced, twisted and turned in the air for a few times, then fell to the ground and became motionless.
The flying spear automatically returned to Cohen's hand, and he jumped off the warhorse whose limbs had become stiff.
The huge weight once again stirred up a cloud of dust.
"Hiss... This set of armor probably weighs more than two thousand pounds..."
Rillifane looked at the survivors in the center of the battlefield and spoke in surprise.
"And the strength of his divine power is not inferior to mine..."
The silver-haired old elf threw out a magic ball. The vanguard troops below were fighting with the Gis people, and he couldn't use more powerful area spells.
"Have you got any shame? This guy's divine power is even more concentrated than when you were in the Astral Realm!"
The old skeleton was dismantling the stage in a very uncooperative manner, causing Labelas's eyes to twitch twice.
However, Rillifan obviously did not intend to continue to dwell on this issue.
He stared at the enemies below and reached out to stop an elf god who was about to rush forward.
"Go back, everyone, this is not an enemy you little guys can handle!
Go back and help those githyanki!"
These elven gods who had managed to escape from the astral realm were not warmongers themselves.
To be precise, those who were warlike and strong had all died in the battle with the giant bone dragon Falazul.
Most of those who followed Corellon to the main plane were weaklings.
At this moment, Angris, who had sensed something was wrong, also flew over, with blood dripping from the sword in her hand.
"Well? Are you sure?"
Labelas looked at the goddess flapping her wings and asked with a serious expression.
At this time, Shahani, who finally occupied the C position in the soul of the schizophrenic goddess, replied in a cold tone.
"You won't know until you fight. Let's do it."
After saying that, a longbow made entirely of divine power appeared in her hand.
The emerald green mixed with the silver-white divine energy formed a struggling arrow.
It took less than a blink of an eye to gather strength before Angris shot the arrow in her hand.
An energy storm as big as the tall tower in the middle of the Elf Courtyard rushed straight towards the Seventh Knight.