Chapter 558 Hammer Drop (XI)

The peregrine falcons dragged the cloud whale, whose belly began to emit a lavender light, onto the ship. The remaining soldiers withdrew from the station with the escort fleet, leaving only a pile of exhausted shells and temporary tower shield shelters.

A telegram was sent back to the industry command ship by the peregrine falcon equipped with a long-range radio, and then 152 shells were poured down like a torrential rain.

The recovery fleet returned, but some priests thought they had seized the opportunity for air combat... Flying spellcasters with smaller targets and more flexibility can effectively evade the firepower of ship-borne weapons.

Then they were swept down from mid-air by the 20mm semi-automatic machine guns that turned their guns.

The banquet hall at the far end was subjected to the hammers falling from the sky, and the paladins watched the light spots that rose up to meet and then fell after flashing.

Leaving the bunker and directly exposing to the firepower line is a very stupid act. The fate of these priests who used flying equipment to fly was not much better than those Templars.

One was torn apart by the crossfire net on the ground, and the other was swept to pieces by the crossfire net in mid-air.

The elite mages of the vanguard army were wasted on a meaningless charge.

"Susie, let them stop." The paladin sighed and asked his adjutant to convey the order to the nearby garrison troops: "Find a bunker nearby to avoid the bombardment."

From the perspective of war, it would be best to leave a part of the opponent's troops, which can effectively improve their understanding of the enemy, but now the Chinese army has no ability to stop the opponent from evacuating with the corpse of the behemoth... Next, we must find a way to stop the loss.

Defeated... but not completely defeated.

Yves felt a little bitter. As a paladin of the vanguard army, she had not felt the taste of defeat for a long time. The taste of defeat was not pleasant at all... but accepting defeat would definitely lead to the next more painful defeat.

She disagreed with her arrogant colleagues.

Yves knew better what war was... and what it was.

She knew the importance of veterans who survived the first battle with the enemy. These veterans had experience that others did not have. This precious experience could reduce the casualties of the follow-up troops by up to 30%.

As long as there was experience, the Church could rely on its sufficient manpower advantage to find the best way to fight and finally win.

We can afford it.

This battle was the tuition fee we paid for underestimating the enemy.

No one thought that the other side actually had the ability of ultra-long-range artillery suppression. If they knew that the other side had this ability, then the entire defensive city area would never be built according to the current model.

The main goal now is to reduce the casualties of our own troops as much as possible, and leave the rest to the Vatican Expeditionary Force behind.

"The notification is complete." Susie said: "Ji, your body...?"

"Well, it's been too long since I took action." Ivy stood up from her seat: "If it's just once..."

The shield is on the verge of collapse, and asking all the priests in the banquet hall to charge the shield only allows the shield to last for three more minutes.

Three minutes, four rounds of artillery fire.

The building complex with a radius of 200 meters around the banquet hall has been razed to the ground by high-explosive incendiary bombs. A large number of warheads with a metallic luster are half buried in the ground, reflecting the orange-red flames, indicating the extent of the firepower bombardment this area has suffered in the past hour.

The azure light curtain spread out like a pond, and the shells splashed water droplets like water drops falling on a pond. The splashing water droplets stagnated in the air, creating a strange stagnant scene.

‘Stagnation field’

Her ability, her mind blade, can temporarily build a barrier to block all projectiles.

A trace of scarlet flowed from the corner of Yves’ mouth. The long-term support of the shield put a serious burden on her body, but she did not stop her actions.

But she had to tell the attacker that there was a high-level combat force here.

If they were forced into a corner, they would also be able to resist.

“Holy Style... Morning Star.”

She exhaled a breath of turbid air and punched the six shells that had stagnated in the night sky.

The roar swept across the earth.

The morning white light rained like a stream, covering the sky.

The shells that fell into the stasis net were completely destroyed by the violent energy flow that suddenly rose. Six shells that were slowed down in the air by the stasis field were wiped out in an instant. The beam that had not yet exhausted its energy continued to move toward the sky to meet the mixed ammunition that was about to fall.

The bright light flow that rose from the ground ignited the second wave of high-explosive incendiary bombs in the sky, and the exploded shells scattered in the sky like fireworks with the morning white energy flow.

This holy art used to fight against the giant beasts in the army formation is now used to deal with the bombardment from the sky after a slight adjustment.

It is enough to show these people the ability of the most powerful paladin of the Holy See.

She wanted to use part of the energy flow to attack the troops evacuating with the giant beasts, but the opponent began to turn the moment he saw her attack, and escaped to the exhaustion distance of the beam in a short time.

Iveyr was also sure how much attack this heavily armored escort ship could withstand. If the incoming shells were not completely intercepted in order to attack the evacuating fleet, the sacrifice would be too great.

The paladin stood in front of the stage, waiting for the third round of shelling.

Until the fleet and the behemoth disappeared in the night sky, the wind blew across the earth again, carrying a burning smell.

"It's so quiet."

She raised her head slightly, feeling her internal organs disintegrating... As for death, the cost of overload made her need to rest for a while.

The shells stopped falling.

The night sky finally returned to silence again.

But the fire on the ground was still spreading among the wooden houses, and the voices of the soldiers were heard in the ruins after the bombardment.

(No more later, two updates tomorrow, the author is collecting materials to restore his mental state recently.)

(Next, please see: The First Magic World War (놊Yes))

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