"The magic of the ancient elf tree can do this, why didn't they do this earlier?"
He looked at the hellish scene of vines and corpses in front of him and muttered, then soon discovered the problem: "These vines directly... drained the magic power of the entire area?! No... Although it seems that the vines are replenishing magic power, the magic power of the entire area has been drained in the early stage of release. Even if they can replenish magic power..."
The magic of the ancient elven tree directly drained the magic power of the entire area.
If at the beginning the magic reserves of the Monster Forest could still allow the elves to use healing magic to ensure the recovery of the wounded and allow Finn to use magic to provide support on the battlefield, then after the ancient elven tree released authentic elven magic, the magic power of the entire area was drained away and turned into wood magic blocks.
Now all the elves' spellcasters must either release water magic according to the theory of four elements magic, or they can only engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy in the next period of time - this seems to do more harm than good, but for some reason Yang Hao has a hunch in his heart.
The elves' magic is not over yet.
And that is indeed the case.
Just as Bishop Stephen was watching in amazement as half of his knights and a third of the zombies were annihilated, and felt his divine power drop significantly, he noticed that the living walls made of vines began to split apart from each other...
"What is that? What on earth is that?! My knights and my corpse soldiers were submerged by vines?! And the vines are still splitting... It's... It's splitting into... people with limbs?!"
Bishop Stephen muttered to himself as he cast an illumination spell. With the sudden loss of a large source of divine power, his illumination spell no longer directly burned human skin and animal fur like it did last time.
Under the illumination of the light, he watched as the living wall split into hundreds of giants over five meters tall.
The bodies of these giants were still filled with the remains of countless corpses and knights. The roots on their limbs were shaking unnaturally, and each tremor would extend one section longer, and with each extension, the movements of these tree people would become more flexible.
This is the second stage of elven magic.
"We can use the magic of the region to create 'Tree People'... That's why, in Japaria, the connection between the elves and the ancient trees is so close."
Fen stood beside Yang Hao with a pale face as she explained. She seemed a little shaky because her magic power was drained, but in the end she straightened her back and looked at the left passage that had turned from defense to offense, with the pride of an elf flashing in her eyes:
“People outside the world do not understand the significance of the coexistence of elves and the Elven Forest—now, Your Majesty the Regent, Sister Teresa, you should understand.
The elves create ancient trees, and the ancient trees counter the elves. The elves rely on magic to survive, and the ancient trees will also bring us the magic we need.
And when we need it most, we can choose to overdraw this magic power...
Shaping the landscape, creating living forces out of thin air that degrade over time, then regaining magic power when the living forces themselves degrade, and finally continuing the cycle.
This is the real magic of us elves—magic that transcends the conventional magic of the four elements, and belongs only to us elves!
It's a pity that we are not fighting on our home turf... If we were in the Elf Forest, we might not have to fight so hard—but this also means that the Elf Forest would be permanently damaged."
Looking at the tree man who was advancing rapidly towards the Central Corps of the Northern Expeditionary Army in the distance, Yang Hao simply raised the command knife in his hand.
He knew Fen was proud, but the war wasn't completely won yet—and she had said that this was a fresh force that would degrade over time, that there would be a gap of weakness every time the elves' magic was used.
The opponent's commander has already proved his ability, so Yang Hao must take advantage of the moment when the opponent is stunned and at a loss to deliver a fatal blow to him - kill their priest on the front line and make the zombies completely lose their control!
"Riflemen - open the enchanted bullet boxes on your waists! Launch an attack from the left with the demon Golem! Archers also use enchanted arrows to increase the delivery of long-range firepower. Before the enemy can react, suppress the zombies on the other two routes or directly harass their central troops!"
Elves are a race that is good at magic and enchantment. Yang Hao had seen the enchanted stick that Wei Ya used to beat Arthur before, so naturally, the elves' arrows and Japa 1404 bullets can also be enchanted.
The former enchantment has a large number, but Yang Hao asked the elves to use it in the early stages of the battle. The latter's production is already scarce, and the limitations of manual enchantment have further reduced the number of enchanted bullets.
Yang Hao cherishes these enchanted bullets, he knows that these enchanted bullets must be used in the most critical places.
So at the beginning, when those priests cast countless layers of divine shields on themselves, he did not let the riflemen use them. When the left channel was about to be breached, he did not let the riflemen use them either.
But when the call for counterattack sounds, it's time for these bullets to take the stage.
In addition to 75 rounds of conventional ammunition, a rifleman also carries an additional 25 high-penetration bullets specially enchanted to counter magical or divine barriers.
In addition to 30 standard arrows, a longbowman also has 10 arrows enchanted with "high explosive" or other area-of-effect magic.
Just as the elves did not guess that the parish's trump card was the God of Light's "Corpse Rebirth Magic" system and the zombies made of corpses, the parish did not expect that the elves would release their magic at the most dangerous moment, and did not expect that the elves would hold back on the enchanted arrows and enchanted bullets until the very last moment.
They were still putting on divine shields for themselves according to the original standards, and were busy providing enhanced divine protection for the soldiers and crusaders in front of them. On the one hand, they ordered the zombies to retreat immediately to stop the coalition's left fist, and on the other hand, they had to follow the bishop's orders to maintain order - and then they were caught off guard and the barrier was pierced by the enchanted bullets equipped by the riflemen.
As one priest after another was killed accurately by rifles in a short period of time in panic, when the last few priests realized the problem, it was too late.
The large number of zombies in front of them moved slowly because they lost the control of the priest, and finally became vegetables that could only smile foolishly, just like what Bishop Stephen had seen when he created them.
The priests tried to control the zombies to come back and protect themselves, but after adding too many divine barriers to provide protection for themselves, the surrounding crusaders and soldiers were beaten down due to the lack of divine protection.
At this moment, the degradation of the tree people seemed to have reached its limit. Before they lost their ability to move, they knocked down the last few knights of the Skitarii who were protecting the priests and rotted into mud. After they decayed, magic power once again circulated in the area of the Monster Forest.
This time, the ancient elven tree did not cast any spells. It simply stood up, carrying the elven wizard's eloquent voice across the coalition's fortress and launched an attack together with the demons.
After the magician on the ancient elven tree felt the lightness of the return of magic power, he immediately released the second elven spell to the central corps of the Northern Expeditionary Force.
If the first kind of elven magic is to create vitality for the left channel and thus open up a counterattack route, then the second kind of elven magic is designed to completely annihilate the enemy's large forces.
This is the rain of life that falls from the sky - just as drinking too much water can cause poisoning, eating too much nutritious food can cause obesity.
These spell rains filled with excessive vitality did not bring healing to the parish, but further pain.
The original wounds on the body healed and scabbed in an instant, and suddenly countless granulations grew out in the next moment.
The limbs that were originally dried up due to hunger suddenly became full of vitality, and then in the next moment, they directly broke through the armor or simply exploded in the armor because of absorbing too much magic power.
There are even some people whose left half of the body remains as dry as before, but the right half of the body suddenly becomes abnormally "strong".
The rain of life gives life's disharmonious "health", and this health enters the second stage when the rain stops and the sky clears, and they groan about it without losing their morale.
As long as it is a living thing, there will definitely be countless "fungi" or "parasites" in its body to coordinate or destroy the host's life activities.
Those "fungi" lurk in the intestines and various parts of the body, and together with the host they maintain the body's fragile balance.
Those "parasites" suck the host's blood and eat the host's flesh, making the host look pale and thin, but in general, the threat they pose to the host's life is not as great as imagined, and they are in an extremely delicate balance.
But the elves' "rain of life" broke this balance.
"Ahhh!! My belly! My belly!!"
Some people cried while covering their cramping and swelling stomachs, completely ignoring the demons and golems that were right in front of them. Even the urge to turn around and run away was not as great as the severe pain in their stomachs: the probiotics hidden in the organs that were originally beneficial to humans "rioted" under the influence of the Rain of Life.
They broke away from the control of the human body and grew rapidly and recklessly in various parts of the human body, even growing a mushroom in the heart.
Some people even collapsed to the ground with their eyes rolled back. Their faces took on an unnatural purple color, and countless fingernail-sized parasites crawled out of their nostrils and ears. The rain of life also brought benefits to the parasites.
Under the stimulation of life vitality, the parasites completed the process of reproduction and growth in a very short period of time and repeated it in an infinite cycle. Finally, even extremely large individuals were born under the influence of life vitality.
It is like a cockroach laying eggs inside a living human body within two seconds, and then the eggs release all the cockroach larvae in less than a minute, and these larvae complete their growth in less than a minute while climbing around the human body.
Those cockroaches that are just crawling in the stomach and intestines will not pose a fatal threat to the human body, but what if a group of cockroaches crawling in the heart, skull, or even lungs suddenly grow larger? What if those cockroaches suddenly swell under the fragile nerves
Being directly stimulated to death is already a gift from God. Not only does he lose control of his body in a half-dead state, but he also has to feel the pain of countless reptiles swimming around in his body and eating his flesh and blood while he is conscious.
This is the elves' second area-of-effect spell, "Rain of Life" - a beautiful name.
After the release of the Rain of Life, the cycle of the four elemental magics also came to an end. Now the elven wizards need to wait for the magic power to recycle, but they have made enough contributions to the battlefield.
The tree people previously tore open a channel for counterattack, and now the rain of life directly defeated the morale of those regular troops - in terms of difficulty, living people with morale are always easier to deal with than dead people without morale.
As for Bishop Stephen, after watching the coalition forces attacking with the demons as the vanguard, the golems as the backbone, and the elves holding long-barreled weapons and longbows as the back row output, he knew that he was only one step away from failure.
The "Corpse Resurrection Magic" was the biggest secret of the diocese. If he fled like this, not to mention whether he could escape the judgment of the Patriarch Peter, the corpse soldiers left at the scene would become the best material for the Elven Kingdom to criticize the diocese.
Even if the diocese is not afraid of criticism from the Elven Kingdom, the military district, or the royal family, and even has a way to suppress the concerns of believers, what does it matter? !
There is a time bomb inside the diocese that could split the Church of Light! Saint Cecilia, who lives deep underground, and her ascetic nuns!
The elves will definitely try every possible means to reveal the church's greatest secret to the reclusive saint!
And once the saint gets to know this information, what will it matter even if the diocese has financial resources richer than heaven
Even if the diocese has the largest number of believers, what does it matter? Even if the diocese can mobilize an army of 200,000 people in a short period of time, what does it matter
Saint Cecilia is the spokesperson for the God of Light on earth! What's worse is that this spokesperson doesn't even know what the God of Light is doing...
It's like a gangster's favorite daughter becomes a police officer, but she also comes into contact with her father's dark secrets without knowing it...
Yes! Maybe after the daughter finally catches her father, she will just let him drink three cups as punishment, and the father, the God of Light, will allow his daughter to destroy his organization, and then the matter will be over.
But what if we, the little minions, get caught
Will she let us drink three cups as punishment and that's it? She will just kill us all! After all, when such a scandal occurs in the Church of Light, a scapegoat must be needed to take the blame!
It is imperative to burn a few unfortunate high-ranking officials at the stake to restore the confidence of believers!
And as the leader of the expeditionary force, I will definitely be the one to be hung on the highest stake and burned!
So no matter what...Bishop Stephen cannot fail.
At this point, as a bishop, Bishop Stephen still has the divine power provided by the crusading army, the troops in the rear that did not participate in the battle, and the zombies in the front who are gradually losing control.
He can still cast spells, he can still fight—and he's a bishop!
The bishop possesses many forbidden spells that are enough to determine the key progress of the war... If he was not forced to this point, the bishop would not be willing to use such spells and risk his soul being burned by divine power.
After all, forbidden spells are the power of God, and only elves and God's spokesmen can release forbidden spells in a mortal body without damaging the soul.
Looking at the fleeing soldiers in front of him, and the demon swordsmen and golems chasing after the soldiers and forming a formation behind them.
Looking at the corpse soldiers who were gradually losing their ability to move, and the divine power they were passing on to him was getting less and less.
Bishop Stephen ordered all the remaining knights and soldiers to form a shield in front of him.
He praised the name of the God of Light loudly and confidently, and a golden light appeared on his body. He felt an unblocked burning pain in his body, which meant that his soul began to burn. It was estimated that it would not be long before Bishop Stephen would change from a healthy bishop to a paralyzed old man.
But being an old man... is better than being dead. Being a paraplegic is better than being hung at the stake.
"Great God of Light - please grant me the hammer to destroy the earth, and grant me the matches and light to burn the world -"
A large amount of light gathered on Bishop Stephen's body. The divine barrier on his body was gradually weakening due to the extraction of divine power, but the golden barrier was still too thick.
The iron hammer that destroys the earth, the match and light that burns the world, this is the forbidden spell-level magic called "Burning the Earth" in the Church of Light.
It only has two steps - chanting the hymn and choosing an area to launch the gathered divine power, and then the divine power will turn into the iron pendant and match of the God of Light, first smashing the earth into pieces and finally igniting the entire earth.
This level of magic is almost impossible to resist by any magic, let alone be intercepted by magic—
Therefore, when Bishop Stephen, whose soul had been burned from a fat man into a hunchbacked old man, recited all the hymns in a hoarse and aged voice, his eyes revealed only weakness and the last bit of self-confidence.
The elves will suffer heavy casualties under the power of the forbidden spell, and the demons are not to be feared. So, the landing point of this forbidden spell must be chosen on the enemy's position...
Only in this way can we kill the enemy commander. Only in this way can we strike a heavy blow to the mages when their magic power is not circulating and they can't even use teleportation magic to escape!
In this way, the diocese can be considered to have won. And the forbidden spell of the God of Light can completely erase the traces of the corpse soldiers. In this way, even the saint living deep underground will not be able to receive similar information...
In this way, he will win! Even if he loses more priests and crusaders, he has completed the mission of Patriarch Peter. He will return to St. Petersburg with glory and live out his old age there!
Bishop Stephen was in a trance and saw a few small flashes of white light appearing on the coalition forces' positions.
He subconsciously thought that it was the commander of the elves sending a signal to the frontline troops. He grinned, thinking that it was really a good thing that the other general was an idiot.
I was wondering how to find your location? !
Go to hell.
Sinner who brought humiliation and pain to me! You devil!
Bishop Stephen threw all the divine power gathered in himself towards the tiny figure flashing with white light in the Allied position. A beam of light emitting blazing golden light passed through the sky above the Allied counterattack forces and hit the tiny figure flashing with white light in front of their astonished eyes.
There was no hammer, no matches, and no explosion to shatter the earth or fire to burn the earth.
Bishop Stephen stared blankly at everything in front of him. He watched his own divine power, which was glowing with golden light, disappear without a trace like a stone thrown into the lake.
He felt the pain left by the burning of his soul, and looked at the divine power in his hands that was still being released, like a child's play without bringing any results.
He was in great pain, looked up at the sky and roared in despair:
"God of Light?! You betrayed my faith!!"
Whether the God of Light betrayed his faith is an unknown.
But what is certain is that the divine power he released is genuine.
It's just that these divine powers were "returned to their original owners", that's all.
On the coalition's position, Sister Teresa was enduring the divine power brought by the forbidden spell, while trying her best to transform it back into the power of "light".
She never thought that the authority bestowed upon her by "Light" would be used in such a place
She is like a child who is given a calculus textbook, but in her first math class in elementary school, she has to skip addition, subtraction, multiplication and division and go straight to calculus? !
"Guangming is on, if you fucking your body, I will definitely take you a meal!"
Sister Teresa gnashed her teeth as she transformed the divine power that originally belonged to light. But as expected, as an ordinary person, letting a nun bear the divine power of the forbidden spell level was as outrageous as putting the smallest condom on a donkey's stick.
She had to release the excessive amount of divine power that had accumulated in her body! If she didn't find a way to release it, she would soon be crushed into dust due to the loss of control caused by the excessive accumulation of divine power, and finally disappear in the sky in front of Yang Hao...
She didn't want this! They had clearly agreed to live a peaceful life together, and they had clearly agreed to retire and settle down after the little queen came back!
She didn't want to die here for such a boring reason, and she didn't want the blue-haired, blue-eyed Sparrow to touch her man after she died! She really didn't want to!
She looked around, unable to return the divine power in full, nor could she direct the divine power to the forest behind to harm Caparia, nor could she transfer the divine power to her comrades on both sides and the ground beneath her feet.
She looked up at the dark night sky before dawn. The only way left for her was to release her divine power toward the sky.