Chapter 349 Airborne Operations (VII)
"The Fifth Vanguard, the garrison troops are gathering."
The adjutant saluted Eno, his elf ears drooped slightly, and reported to his superior the number of troops that could reach the target point.
"Temporary call-up, a total of seven squadrons, a total of 700 people, and thirteen squadrons that received orders are coming later."
The garrison commander finally rushed to his position to start defending, but the number of defense troops that arrived at the location was obviously not comparable to the extremely fast-moving elf commanders.
"Please immediately assist the soldiers who arrived to build fortifications together."
Eno gave orders to the tree man closest to him, he knew that the tree people had their own way of communication.
"No problem..."
It twitched its branches, and the stretched branches still hung with green leaves.
The tree people did not shed their leaves with the change of seasons. The sleeping tree people had already been awakened from hibernation by the vibrations that continued to spread outside.
The life rooted in the 꺶눓 was more sensitive to the information from the 꺶눓.
The constant vibration made them quite irritable, irritable, angry, and troubled.
"We will follow orders to stop the enemy..."
They lowered their heads and responded to the dull and hoarse voice of the elves standing in front of them.
The trees stationed here shook their bodies to build a thick temporary defense line on the square. They dug a piece of soil from the surface, solidified it, injected it with magic, and held it in their hands.
Even if they mastered some spells, throwing stones is still their most effective long-range attack method. Hundreds of kilometers of hardened rocks will be a nightmare for small and medium-sized units.
The interception force still bought them extremely precious time to deploy defenses and save their own lives.
They have tried their best to attack the enemy command ship, and Eno got a piece of information that made him a little desperate.
There is a high-level spellcaster in the enemy army who can maintain wide-area silence.
Twenty war mages, eleven died in the battle.
Fifteen people could not continue to fight.
The guards held their breath, holding their guns tightly against their bodies, using the buildings built around the portal as shelters, and quietly waiting for the enemy's attack.
They would not be so stupid as to set up an infantry square to defend against the enemy after being bombed by bombs falling from the sky.
The garrison controlled the shelters and pointed their weapons at the empty square.
They could rebuild the portal if it was destroyed, but they would not be able to move forward in this world unless the enemy was annihilated... If the portal was closed by the other party, they would really become rootless duckweed.
Eno looked at the ten spots of light flashing in the sky, his pupils dilated.
Is it the same bombing as outside?
But, brighter?
What is that?
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Fearless airborne soldiers.
The crusaders forged with the power of the sanctuary.
Steel danced under the soul, and the war structure interwoven with divine arts and runes fell from the sky.
In order to be able to engage in the most intense battle in the first second of landing, without using parachutes and flying skills as a buffer during the landing process.
Only in the final landing stage will the speed be quickly reduced, and an extremely high overload load will be dropped.
Humans need to be protected and transformed to land directly from high altitudes, and will be seriously affected by this extremely high overload.
But the constructs do not need to be, they will not lose consciousness due to overload, and will not stagnate due to blood reflux and organ impact.
No need.
One 200 meters.
Arrived at the battlefield.
What fell was not a bomb, but a more terrifying existence than a bomb.
The silver-white construct was surrounded by white light and stood up in the wooden wreckage. It did not care about the living tree man destroyed by the landing.
The heavy armor shook its head, and a part of the weapon box attached to the body turned into a spear and was held in its mouth.
The silver-white burning glow rose on the spears, and the hot and cold light was reflected on the face.
They stood up from the wreckage of the arcane focuser, from the corpses of the enemy, ignoring the line infantry holding magic rifles beside them.
They walked towards the arcane focuser closest to them with heavy steps, without paying attention to the line infantry beside them.
Their job is to clear the landing site.
No one wants to stop these monsters falling from the sky.
The soldiers who were able to respond from the airborne of the Skitarii were already elite, and they suppressed the idea of attacking with the magic rifles in their bodies.
Their lives were not wasted on fighting against this monster that was obviously not the rifle in their bodies.
The goal of the line infantry was only to fight against the enemy's infantry, nothing more.
It was not their mission to fight against the monster infantry.
Their silent gaze escorted the armor that fell from the sky to its own arcane focuser, and the airborne soldiers approached the arcane focuser step by step under their gaze.
A small human stone hit the marching cathars, followed by the same heavy stone. It slightly deflected its body to avoid the incoming boulder.
The light-colored light of the arcane light stream fell directly on the armor that was opened in front of it, deflected and diverted.
The light beam was dispersed to another direction by the open deflection shield at the moment it hit the target, and fell into the surrounding soil, blooming a piece of hot dust.
The Skitarii looked at the airship in the sky, and then retracted his gaze to the front of him, and placed it on the arcane focuser that was starting to recharge for the second time not far away.
He had not participated in the battle for a long time, but as a soldier, he had experience.
These cutting-edge creations still maintained the flexibility they had when they were still human beings, and did not become slow due to the increase in size and mass - and even better.
The spear was thrown.
It penetrated the prism focusing array and exploded like a gorgeous firework.
The weapon box on the other side separated, forming a new spear that it held in its hand.
As a response to the other party throwing stones at it... The spear hit the center of the tree man accurately, and the burning holy flame spread and eroded its body.
Then.
The Skitarii moved his body away to avoid the heavy club that was attacking.
A punch pierced the chest of the armored troll.
