House Witch

Chapter 472 471. Fantasy translated into reality

War is always cruel, even if it is whitewashed with any slogans and reasons, this is always an unchangeable fact.

At the gate of the city of sin, blood flowed like a river on this day.

This is not an adjective, but a genuine and realistic description. At this time, the ground has really turned red, which is the color of blood.

On the earth, the church's expeditionary army and the "evildoers" who blew the horn of resistance were strangled together. As a church that symbolizes light and justice, most of the priests' battle armors are silver-white, while the resisters The mechanical armors they wear are not so flashy, and are almost all painted in black.

Black and white are intertwined together. If you look down at the entire battlefield from above, the two sides will look like the black and white dragons biting each other on the Go board.

At this moment, the players on both sides were nervously waiting for the result of this game.

After all, neither of the two people who were now trapped in a strategic balance situation dared to move first. They were both waiting for their respective reinforcements to prevail and help them get out of the predicament.

Sophilia was feeling particularly nervous at this time. After all, she originally thought that the regular church army she brought could quickly suppress such a motley army of mortals, but the reality was not as she expected. It went so smoothly, but the church's army was now in a bitter fight.

If we only look at the individual qualities or personal strength of both sides, then there is no doubt that the church army has an absolute advantage. All the clergymen are genuine veteran extraordinary beings, professional warriors, and rich in combat experience. It was far beyond what the group of mortals on the opposite side who were new to the battlefield could compare to.

But war is not a one-on-one duel fought alone. In fact, all-out war is more about cooperation, consumption, logistics, etc. In a total war, unless it is the kind that can defeat an enemy by one person, Monster, otherwise personal force is really not that important.

But the church's expeditionary force was a regular army after all. They made no mistakes in terms of team coordination or logistical supplies. However, even so, they still fell into a tough battle because the opponent's strength was somewhat beyond their expectations.

This opponent does not look like a ragtag army at all. The cooperation between them is really too tacit. Who is responsible for defense, who is responsible for offense, who is responsible for cover, etc. The division of labor is very clear. Of course, at the beginning of the war At that time, this group of resisters was slightly panicked for a while, but then the cooperation between them became inexplicably smooth, as if an invisible hand suddenly took control of the overall situation, condensing all their efforts together. Same.

And it doesn't matter if they just cooperate with each other tacitly. The key is that the guys on the other side are really too rich.

Well, that's right. As representatives of the world's top military forces, the church's military has always been famous for its high salaries and generous spending. Their military pay is the highest, the military rations are the best, and the weapons, equipment, and other benefits are all provided. In the past, opponents had always envied the church's points, but now, the church's soldiers suddenly found themselves a little poor.

After all, let’s not talk about this era when steel is a scarce material. How did the rebels on the opposite side manage to have one set of steel armor per capita? And it was not an ordinary armor, but a mechanical armor with weird powers. This At first glance, this thing is much more advanced than the knight armor worn by the priests.

Forgetting that the armor was good, each of these guys still carried a full supply of magic potions. When the Paladins finally broke the strong and scary armor on the opposite side, thinking that they could seriously injure their opponents, they suddenly looked at it. A mechanical sound suddenly came from the weird armors of the rebels.

[The host's vital signs are detected to be declining, and emergency mode is automatically turned on. 】

After such a sound was heard, a needle suddenly poked out of the armor's neck, and then a pure healing potion was injected into the wearer's neck. Suddenly, the worker who should have been seriously injured was directly injured. He even became a little braver under the stimulation of drugs.

This made the church clergy a little confused.

After all, magic potion is a more precious material than metal armor. The preparation of this thing is very troublesome and expensive. It requires special channels to purchase. It also has a shelf life. It cannot be passed down for several generations like weapons and equipment. .

As professional soldiers who lick blood from their swords to earn a living, the priests would grit their teeth and buy one or two potions as a means of saving their lives. Of course, because potions are too precious, they are actually reluctant to take drugs unless they have to. .

But on the other side, it doesn’t matter if you take medicine for serious injuries, you also take medicine for minor injuries. And what level of magic medicine is this? Why is the magic medicine I bought not as effective as yours?

The priests who were also injured and took medicine were very angry at this time. They all doubted whether they had bought fake medicine. After all, the effect of the medicine on the opposite side was immediate, and it also treated with strengthening effects, but they themselves Not only does the magic potion not have the ability to enhance combat power, but its simple healing effect is not as fast as others. How can it be consumed more than the opponent if this continues?

Maybe if melee combat doesn't work, we can try remote combat?

Well, the priests are all extraordinary beings after all, possessing supernatural powers that mortals do not have. Naturally, they also have some ability to hurt people from a distance, unlike mortals who basically rely on bows and arrows for long-range attacks.

However, when the priests with such thoughts really distanced themselves and prepared to cast spells, they saw that the rebels on the opposite side also put away their swords, then raised their arms, and then A short hollow metal tube stretched out from the mechanical armor.

subsequently

Bang bang bang.

The crisp sound of gunshots resounded through the battlefield, and the bloody lessons taught these medieval clergymen what it meant to say, "Sir, times have changed."

Although extraordinary power is beautiful, instant magic and instant divine spells are not something that everyone can do.

Of course, even though the rebels had such good equipment and supply advantages, in fact the church had always had the advantage throughout the war. After all, the gap between the regular army and the miscellaneous army was not so easy to make up for.

Even though the rebels have tried their best, for now, the ratio of battle losses on both sides is almost one to three, one for the church and three for the rebels.

Seeing that the death rate among the rebels soon reached 30%, judging from the experience of the priests, the morale of the enemy army should have declined greatly at this time. After all, regardless of the 100% The statistic of thirty doesn't seem like much. Only three out of ten were killed. It feels like we can still fight. But for a war like this with hundreds of thousands of people, thirty percent already represents the real corpses everywhere. , blood flowed into a river.

However, what frightens the priests is that the resistance army on the opposite side really doesn't play according to common sense. Each of these guys is as if they are not afraid of death. Even the comrades around them are almost dead, leaving only One person, but that person still dared to launch a life-threatening suicidal charge. This is really something that these church elders cannot understand.

You want to say that this is really not afraid of death, but it seems not to be the case, because when charging, many of the bodies of those "lonely" resisters were trembling. It was obvious that they were afraid, but they were obviously so afraid, why did they still Why fight if you don't run?

Seeing an enemy whose armor was shattered and with more than a dozen weapons stuck in his body, the enemy who was already on the verge of death was still desperately crawling forward on the ground, and then used his last strength to bite the foot of a priest in front of him. , causing the opponent to make a mistake, and was then taken away by the surrounding resistance comrades. The rebel finally swallowed a mouth full of the enemy's flesh and blood, and then closed his eyes with a smile.

This scene made the priests who witnessed it feel frightened.

And this is not an isolated case. Most of the rebels did not choose to escape when they were seriously injured and on the verge of death. Instead, they continued to charge, using their last strength to help those around them. Teammates create opportunities to kill the enemy

"Damn it, why, why don't you run away?"

"Don't come here. You untouchables must be possessed by the devil."

"I've had enough. This is definitely the power of the devil. These untouchables are controlled by the devil. They are all possessed."

"No, I don't want to die, I."

Slowly, when the battle damage rate of the resistance army reached 50%, the battle damage rate of the church army also reached 30%. However, their morale was not as strong as that of the opposite resistance army. At this time, many church troops had already A rout began.

They are really afraid. After all, the priests are also human beings, so they will naturally be afraid. Facing the terrifying offensive of the enemy who is willing to die with you even if they die, if you win one person, you will not lose, and if you draw two people, you will gain blood. Their inner defenses can hardly hold on any longer.

Seeing that the teammates around him were replaced one by one by the opponent, how could the church's masters not panic? How could they not run? If they didn't run, they would be overwhelmed by the "devils" on the opposite side.

Most of the clergymen who can join the most elite troops of the church are nobles or children of wealthy businessmen. They join the church just because the church can bring them wealth and power. But if you ask them to really die for their faith, not many people are willing to do so. .

I don’t really think that the clergy are all fanatical believers who can devote themselves to their faith.

As more and more priests fled, the resistance's advantage began to gradually expand.

Dorothy looked at the comrades below who were gradually gaining the upper hand, but she was really not very happy. After all, she could clearly see and smell the corpses on the ground and the smell of blood rising into the sky even from the sky.

Even though she knew that this was just a dream in the witch's night, and that the corpses on the ground were just NPCs made up of afterimages from the past, the otaku witch still felt a little panicked at this moment.

After all, even if the person is fake, the trust, the consciousness of willingly throwing his life and blood because he believed her words and her thoughts is real.

And can I be worthy of this realization? Can she really bear this expectation?

Dorothy didn't know that she thought she could do it before, but looking at the wreckage on the ground, she felt more and more that her previous awareness might be a bit shallow.

Again, players cannot truly empathize with NPCs.

Dinisha, who was beating Michael at the side, was looking at the wreckage on the ground with complicated eyes, as well as the rebels who were still charging regardless of their own death.

Dinisha has never really regarded these mortals as comrades-in-arms. Everything she did before was just for her sister Dorothy. Because her sister wanted to do it, she carried it out.

But now, Miss Shepherdess' eyes twinkled.

She had been betrayed by her flock, so she no longer trusted this new flock, but now, she was somewhat able to understand what Dorothy had said to her before, "People and sheep are not the same." "Same" means.

Everything she did was for Dorothy, and these mortals below were so brave and fearless of death, presumably it was also for their "Dorothy".

Dinisha thought so in her heart.

At this moment, the thoughts of the future Miss God King changed a little bit.

The flock is not something to look forward to, but she might be able to look forward to it a little bit with these comrades.

Sophilia on the opposite side was frowning. Although the strong faith of all the fanatical believers in the resistance army had already made her mentally prepared, knowing that she might not be able to get any benefits this time. .

But now that she was seeing her regular army being so demoralized by the miscellaneous army on the opposite side, it was still hard for her to accept it.

After being surprised, she was slightly confused. After all, she had never encountered such an enemy before, so naturally she didn't know how to deal with it.

In the past, she had always been a top student who knew all the disintegration formulas by heart. No matter what problem she encountered, she just needed to incorporate the formulas into it, and she would win without realizing it. But now, this question She hasn't seen it before, and there's no formula for her, so what's the deal?

It is not that she has never seen enemies who are not afraid of death, but most of those enemies are not afraid of death due to the effect of drugs or magic. As long as the drugs or magic are removed, the root of the resistance of the eldest lady is the root of the fight to the death. But it's not those external forces that can't be driven away.

For a moment, Pure White Angel was at a loss.

Fortunately, she calmed down quickly. Now was not the time for her to panic. Anyone could panic at this time, but she, as the commander-in-chief, could not panic.

Several magical lights flashed across Sophilia's body, and she forcibly regained her composure. When she calmed down, she looked at the aftermath of the defeat again, and she suddenly thought of something.

"Is this the legendary Master of Miracles?"

She remembered a record she had seen in a certain book. It was a legendary army that she regarded as a fantasy in the past, and in this way, the fantasy seemed to be reflected in reality.

Angel in deep thought

Alas, I just hate that the writing is too bad, I can't express that feeling, it's so uncomfortable.