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When the light of divine will dissipated, the sky shrouded in dark clouds regained its light.
Tens of thousands of devils stood in the distance, silently witnessing the battle between the two maharajas.
The original grass has disappeared, replaced by a scorched earth. Every falling divine will seems to contain unstoppable power. Rocks are shattered, trees are set on fire, and wherever they go, it can be described as barren.
But the bloody and huge body was rampaging in the golden electric light, as if he didn't care about the damage caused by God's will. It also left countless traces on the ground, and those ravines that are as wide as several people are the masterpieces of its great strength.
But in the end it was the latter who fell first.
The attack of the Silent Disaster is not only powerful, but also has a speed no less than arrogant, and every shot will leave a wound on the bloody body. There is a limit to the consumption of magic power, even the high-level hell lord who is known for his recovery ability will always be exhausted. When Silent brushed past the opponent and the sharp blade cut off the sturdy hind leg, the outcome was self-evident.
"This is not a worthy fight." Death Mark whispered.
The bloody ability is very similar to that of the human superhuman, and most of its magic stones act on itself, making it almost invincible on the battlefield. Whether it is a gold and iron weapon or a magic blow, it has a strong ability to resist. Once a charge is launched, there are few things that can stop it.
The Silent Disaster is the leader of individual strength. The talent of slaying demons can strengthen the effect of its ability, and its keen perception and stature can ensure that it can avoid those deadly attacks with great force.
The results of the comparison between the two are naturally not very equal.
"Not necessarily," Hykezord said, "Look."
"Cough cough... cough..." The bloody body was covered with gaps, and blue blood splattered like a mountain spring. Obviously, the injury had far exceeded its self-healing ability. It leaned on a long axe, forcing its own upper body, and there was an inexplicable pleasure on its face. "Yes, as expected of a genius with the name of Shalita! I have wanted to fight with you for a long time to see who is... ahem... the most brave warrior of the tribe."
"..." Silent wasn't unscathed either, its armor had many depressions, one arm was completely broken, and it was drooping by its side, "If I hadn't experienced a near-death battle recently, the outcome of this fight might still be uncertain. "
"That's... the fun of fighting, isn't it?" Bloody coughed up blood, "This kind of destination is more suitable for me than surrender."
Silent breathed a sigh of relief, holding the sword in one hand and walking towards the other party.
"Cough... The last question, do you have to be like those wastes, taking the fate of the ethnic group as a reason, and surrendering to the human beings."
"No, I'm just for Vakiris." After speaking, Silent slashed his sword and slashed into the bloody chest.
Ripples of magic power once again swept across the world of consciousness.
No one dared to come up to stop it, and no one was willing to stop it, as if such an ending had been tacitly settled at the beginning of the battle.
"...What should I do next?" Death Scar frowned for a long time before speaking, "The mother of souls that need to be transplanted is all in the God of Divine Construct. Currently, there are only three towers of birth that can produce mayflies. And the stronghold closest to the northern end will fall into the hands of Tianhaijie sooner or later, and once Anrietta and your Sky City fall, we will have no way to retreat."
"There is a lot to do," Hykezord sighed, "You have to settle a large number of troops withdrawn from the rear, and then establish a supply line between the two cities. The inheritance fragments must be firmly controlled in the hands of the ethnic group, The farther away from humans and the sky and sea, the better. In addition, the ethnic group needs a new king to maintain the continuation of future generations..." It paused, "Of course, the first thing to do is to negotiate with humans."
"I hope Vakiris didn't choose the wrong direction." It turned and walked towards the camp, and the clansmen rushed to separate a path.
The Lord of the Vault of Heaven looked at the blood-colored morning light in the east and did not answer.
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Roland walked into the landing field early when he learned that the aircraft group was about to land.
In fact, he was not the only one, the First Army, the engineering team, the logistics personnel... Everyone ran to the ground, waiting for the moment when the Aerial Knight returned.
Deafening cheers erupted from the crowd as the first biplane tumbled onto the floating island runway!
After waiting for a long time, Roland finally saw the seagull and the Phoenix, which had not changed much from the time of departure. The latter was much mottled, but its attitude was still stable, as usual. Soon, two planes landed in front of him one after another.
Before the escalator was erected, he had already strode towards the runway.
"Wait, wait." Tilly reached out to him and refused after landing, "Don't come here!"
"why?"
"Didn't you say that there will be dangerous contamination after the explosion? Although the Phoenix is far away from the target, it is not guaranteed to be stuck. Now that I have encountered it again, if you come over here."
Before Tilly could finish speaking, Roland hugged him into his arms.
"Never mind it."
he said with a smile.
The crowd quickly noticed this scene, and then more people rushed to the tarmac, opened their hands to embrace the returning Aerial Knights, and finally lifted them up and threw them into the air!
The take-off and landing field suddenly became a sea of jubilation.
"Uh, didn't you say that after they come back, they must first carry out the cleaning and inspection work?" Nightingale curled her lips.
Anna shook her head amusingly, "This time you have a bad head."
"It does seem to be..." Roland couldn't help but rub his forehead.
"Hooah!" At this moment, lightning fell from the sky and fell directly on him, "We succeeded!"
"Gu Gu! Win Gu!" Followed by Maisie.
The other witches also came up.
"Aren't you going to stop everyone?" Nightingale shrugged.
Tilly pondered for a while, then laughed, "Never mind!"
After a long period of commotion, the take-off and landing site returned to normal. According to the report of the air knight, the logistics divided all the returning planes into several batches, and determined the degree of decontamination according to the distance from the explosion point. However, the Skyfire driven by Goode and others was directly scrapped and discarded because it was too close to the God of Divine Construct.
The top management of the First Army quickly got the final statistics. There were a total of 146 planes that returned safely, most of which were older generation Skyfires, which also meant that Neverwinter lost nearly one-third of the air. strength. Obviously, the number of high-level devils guarding the royal city is not at the same level as the Western Front Army. If only conventional means were used, it would be difficult for this war to end in a short period of time.
Of the other two bombers, only the Kunpeng returned successfully. When Sylvie said Eagle Face's last words, there was a brief silence in the conference room.
"Graycastle will not forget them." Roland said in a deep voice, "When I return to Neverwinter, I will let everyone remember their names, whether they are victims or living warriors. But before celebrating, we must first make sure that there is no space for them. The physical condition of the knight."
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, the logistics department is ready." Iron Axe replied.
These are all part of the plan, including follow-up observation, and isolation and treatment of exposed persons. Radiation sickness is not without countermeasures for the hero with the ability to transfer the disease and Nanava with the perfect means of removal. Although the process may be lengthy and expensive, Roland has no intention of giving up on anyone.
"Of course, until then, I allow everyone to celebrate a little tonight," he said slowly, smiling, "for this hard-won victory."