Blood of Mercury

At this time, the atmosphere in the dome cathedral was extremely heavy, almost desperate.

The scenery outside the city can be seen even from here.

Rather, it was in this place closest to Tyre that they could see the number of their enemies more clearly from this sanctuary raised high by thousands of steps spiraling like horns. .

It was noon and the sun was abundant.

The dark army standing outside the city reflected the icy luster of metal in the scorching sunlight. The armor on their bodies shone with the aura of witchcraft. The heavy armor, which has been reduced in weight by enchantment and provided the ability to change temperature, is enough to give them infantry-level mobility, and the hammer and axe in their hands indicate their identity.

This is the berserker of Banza.

The blood of the Bansa is not suitable for the inaugural berserker. The real suitable for the inaugural berserker are the Suze people who walk in the knee-length ice and snow all the year round and the mountain people who are naturally strong and agile.

However, as a mainstream occupation, Berserker is undoubtedly the main force in the main force in each team.

If it is an army composed of other occupations, it will start to rout when the casualties reach a third. This number can be buffered to one-half or even two-thirds if the allies have Wizards and Field Priests present. But if it's an army of berserkers, they can't be dragged from the battlefield in any way until they're released from their madness.

A group of soldiers who are not afraid of death will always please the commander. If this group of soldiers who are not afraid of death can play a greater role while being convenient for training, then no profession will be more suitable for entering the field at the first time than the berserker. At least they can guarantee that they will never be defeated, and they will not turn back and break up the formations of other friendly troops.

But the thinking of the Bansa people is different from that of Suze and Fararo.

Because the Bansa people always consider themselves to be the most noble race in the world. They have a strange centripetal force. This centripetal force allows them to not allow "cannon fodder" or similar concepts to appear on paper.

Every Bansa is a warrior. Every Bansa soldier is a hero.

Therefore, the last king of Banza, the father of the current Queen Banza, took a stroke at that time. Decided to arm a group of the strongest Berserkers in the world.

At that time Banza had just stolen some incomplete witchcraft heritage from the White Pagoda. They only got most of the inheritance of the enchantment system and part of the inheritance of the battle system, and the rest were not at all. But even so. It's also quite enough for Banza.

The technicians in the military factory were trained by the wizard Wang Li, and they urgently learned the simple engraving method of enchantment magic. Each of them only learned one witchcraft, and they didn't know how to use any witchcraft other than the one they mastered, but when a group of people got together, they could enchant the armor to be light, strong, insulating, breathable, or warming. Such simple witchcraft can also enchant weapons with features such as sharp edge and cutting.

As a result, Banza has the most luxuriously equipped army in the world. These berserkers who are only black iron rank are equipped with this level of equipment, and after becoming mad, it is easy to fight one against five within the same rank.

And standing opposite these mad dogs are a group of mercenaries wearing gold-trimmed hard leather armor and holding various weapons.

And behind the mercenaries. It is a large group of Ashes who wear dark red robes and sing strange carols in a low voice.

Gahalad stood in the void, looking down at those people nervously, muttering something in his mouth.

Then he flew directly to the top of the temple, and fell silently behind Roland, who was kneeling in front of the dull icon of Tyre and praying in a low voice.

"In return, Your Majesty. There are about 50,000 of them," Gahalad said, frowning tightly. "All of them are above the black iron rank... There are at least three-digit powerhouses who have reached the silver rank."

If it wasn't for his lack of a heart, his heart would probably already be pounding nervously.

Couldn't bear him to be nervous.

Fifty thousand people were dispatched from the opposite side to encircle Frankfurt and in fact. The whole of Frankfurt adds up to less than 50,000 people.

Moreover, now the priests of Tyre have almost completely lost the ability to cast magic, and it can be said that they are completely useless. No different from waste.

But Roland didn't panic at all.

He didn't look back, just asked softly: "That is to say. This is their main force, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Now all the mercenaries of the God of Contract and most of Banza's main infantry regiments are concentrated here. If they cooperate sincerely, they can even directly overthrow the entire Caral."

Gahalad sighed. Some hesitantly proposed: "Your Majesty Roland... In this scale of encirclement and suppression, it is also an honor to be able to escape successfully."

"Oh? Did you think so?"

"That's right. Your Majesty. If you open the Netherworld barrier, I can temporarily recall my body before my death. If I use all my strength, I can probably lead you to disperse a thousand-level warband."

Gahalad said calmly: "I am only a heroic spirit after all. Even if I return to the kingdom of my mentor, I can be summoned by you again..."

"Who do you think I am, Gahalad?"

Roland's voice did not fluctuate: "Forcibly resurrected to the world without the permission of the scepter? Who gave you the right? Aren't you afraid of being accused of being a dead angel and thrown into the doomsday furnace?"

"but……"

Gahalad was speechless for a moment.

It was only then that he remembered that the silver-haired boy who was kneeling in front of the icon with his back turned to him was himself the voter of the long-sleeping mentor.

Anyone can break the law of life and death, but he alone cannot. For he is the Law of the Master itself.

"But if you don't, you might die!"

Gahalad shouted hoarsely and knelt on the ground without hesitation. The metal armor on his knees screeched harshly on the ground: "I beg your blessing, let me bathe in the world of the living again, even for an hour."

"No. Without the authority in hand, I have no right to give you extrajudicial grace."

Roland closed his eyes and replied plainly.

"His Majesty……!"

"Okay, Gahalad."

Perhaps it was a little unbearable, Roland sighed softly: "Open your eyes and see, who am I kneeling to worship."

Isn't that Tyre? Who else could it be?

Gahalad paused and looked at the golden figure holding a sharp sword...

wrong!

Gahalad's pupils shrank instantly.

Although the back is still Tyre, and there is no difference in body shape, the posture of the front icon has changed.

Originally, the icon of Tyre raised the cross sword slightly with one hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and pointed forward. But now, the cross sword has become a smaller cross. And the posture of the icon has also changed into a prayer, with both hands holding the long handle of the cross at the same time.

More importantly, the face of the icon turned into Roland's face at some point!

"So, let me ask you again... Gahalad, who do you think I am?"

Roland's voice was indifferent, he turned his head slightly and stared at Gahalad.

Only then did Gahalad notice that Roland's emerald green pupils were densely filled with silver-gray runes. Just looking at the rune made Gahalad's heart shudder.

"Where do you think the charism of those pastors has gone? Who do you think they are believing in now?"

Roland's voice was echoed with overlapping echoes, and it seemed more and more illusory: "You think that after the fall of Tyre, why didn't the power of their magic decrease immediately?"

"Gahalad, I'm here to show you miracles." (To be continued.)