0p0 Chapter 448: God-level 5th level spell
Chapter 448: God-level 5th level spell
The divine sorcerers are the most powerful troop of the dark elves, Breath of the Moon Sea.
In addition to all the gods' followers, Iris specially trained them to fight against gods.
If mortal creatures want to fight against gods, they cannot do so simply by meeting the quantity and quality requirements. The key lies in whether there are divine characteristics in the means of attack.
For example, the fourth knight Leon, the reason why this guy surpasses the legend is because his attack has the [Tear] attribute.
This is what makes him as powerful as weaker gods.
Naturally, Iris had not yet mastered the method of allowing mortal creatures to master divine power, so she found another way and let herself or her incarnation act as the stimulation point of the divine power.
This can not only reduce the consumption of one's own divine power to the minimum, but also allow one to play a gorgeous 1v5 with this troop even with the same divine power;
At the same time, it can allow troops composed of mortal creatures to inflict damage far exceeding that of the same level.
This is a bit like the meaning of the center of the formation in fantasy novels.
However, due to the rank of the troops favored by God, these spells that have been strengthened by divine power cannot exceed the average rank of the divine spellcasters.
To put it bluntly, these are spells that the dark elf sorcerers themselves have not mastered. Even if they have divine power to support them, they cannot cast them - perhaps this is the only unsatisfactory aspect of this army.
When the first group of heavily armored cavalry crossed the Miral River, all the divine magicians present received instructions from "Big Sister" in their hearts.
They immediately concentrated and calmed their minds, quickly synchronizing their casting movements with those of their companions, and performed casting preparations at almost the same frequency.
The leading centurion didn't notice anything unusual.
His plan is very simple.
Let the vanguard troops cross the Miral River. There are few obstacles such as trees on the island in the center of the river, which is the flat battlefield that cavalry likes most.
It only takes a hundred or so cavalrymen to reach the open area and launch a charge. No matter how capable these dozen aliens are, they will end up being reduced to ashes.
Even if the other party has some strange means to cause a stalemate, don't I still have a few dark-skinned dwarfs left...
When the sound of horse hooves began to become rapid, the charge of the Kingdom Knights began to reveal its ferocious appearance.
If it were an ordinary dark elf guard, they would have been terrified by the scene before them.
The knights all wore ferocious visors. Although they were not as exaggerated as full-face helmets, it was difficult for ordinary arrows to hit the hollows on the visors, even for the skilled elven archers.
Not only the face armor, but also the full body armor that looks heavy is even more terrifying.
Most human paladins prefer bright silver, and these brightly polished armors reflect the dazzling sunlight.
The dark elves, who had lived underground for a long time and were somewhat resistant to sunlight, all squinted their eyes unconsciously.
Coupled with the light golden spell shield that even covers their mounts, this group of cavalrymen is like a solid steel torrent.
There was no solution, truly no solution. Percy's breathing even became much faster.
He really wanted to grab those slender and short dark elves and quickly hide back in the underground entrance.
If we set up a defense line at the entrance, we can at least hold off these cavalry for a while.
But the group of dark elves all acted as if nothing had happened and continued to chant unclear spells.
Percy didn't know what to do for a moment.
In order to reach Breath of the Moon Sea as quickly as possible, he had already exhausted all his energy.
Now, let alone activating his racial talent, it would be difficult for him to even raise a shield to defend against the enemy.
Is it that I must die together with these ten fearless dark elves under the hooves of the Kingdom Knights?
Percy wants to escape, he has important information to deliver to Lord Ivan.
But as the city lord's personal guard, and as someone who had just been promoted by those who had just met him to be the youngest general in Radiant City, Percy hesitated.
He didn't want to bring shame to his brother by losing his courage and becoming a deserter.
Before, Xiuman was extremely kind to him; after they both learned about each other's bloodline, this care and attention increased several points.
Percy slowly moved in front of the dark elves' formation and picked up a random stone from the ground.
Maybe I can try my best before death comes.
The curly-haired tiefling's pupils began to turn red, and then he forced himself into a fighting state, intending to fight to the death.
But his plan soon failed.
The dark elf sorcerer behind him finally completed his spell.
They did not activate the magical energy in their hands immediately, but instead held it in their palms without releasing it.
Immediately afterwards, the "big sister" in the middle of the team suddenly opened her eyes and stretched out both arms forward at the same time.
The energy in the hands of the sorcerer was like being pulled by some invisible silk thread. It quickly gathered together and rushed towards the center of the cavalry formation.
That ball of energy did not have the restlessness of fire nor the biting cold of ice. The seemingly translucent ball of light continued to merge and become extremely violent as it moved forward.
Then, like a giant hammer hitting an anvil, a deafening roar occurred in the center of the battlefield, knocking the charging cavalry off their horses.
Some cavalrymen who lost their balance fell off their horses and were trampled into minced meat by the hooves of the horses following them.
Some war horses with keen hearing had already been bleeding from all seven orifices, foaming at the mouth, and were staggering and being pushed and shoved by other war horses.
The centurion who gave the order was also affected, but his rank was not low, and he had a certain resistance to this soul-stirring spell.
But it's not over yet.
The energy ball in the air continuously emitted circles of ripples, and the shock waves composed of sound waves were already visible to the naked eye in the air.
"Sonic explosion? Impossible!
A fifth-ring spell can't possibly be so powerful!"
The centurion looked at the oncoming ripples in disbelief, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.
As a paladin, he has some ability to identify spells.
As long as it is not a legendary spell, he can easily identify it.
The ripples that were sending outwards in the air were indeed the fifth-ring spell [Sonic Explosion].
Whether it was the spell form or the deafening effect, it was definitely this spell, but the power... was too great...
But the spells that followed did not give him time to be surprised.
The sounds carried by these ripples were sharp and high-pitched, sweeping across the shields of the knights in circles.
No knight can withstand more than three spell waves.
The light golden shields shattered one after another, like beer foam, disappearing one by one.
Some cavalrymen were still in a charging posture, but I'm afraid the people in the armor had lost consciousness forever.