"What is power. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Standing in front of the seal in the depths of the cave, the Lord of the Storm Sea suddenly asked.

As her chief warlock, the Bone Lich let out a chill breath, and in the area where the negative energy was rampant, its soul was blue and deep: "Strength is the cornerstone of everything, my lady, with power, we will not be bullied by this world like weeds on the side of the road, or ignorant mortals." ”

"Other than that, my old friend. The Lord of the Storm Sea looked at the seal that was gradually lighting up under his feet: "What is the use of power, if it can only protect us from bullying, then what is its use." ”

The blue soul fire rolled, and finally, the bone lich 'laughed': "My lady, strength is power, it can make us laugh at the weak, strength is power, it allows us to crush the enemy without control, strength is power, it can make us fearlessly raise the butcher's knife in our hands, the history of the world will eventually be written by the strong, my lady, we are the strong." ”

"Well, my old friend, power is power, it allows us to stand on the highest point in this world, it makes us ...... Oppression of sentient beings. ”

The Maharaja of the Storm Sea laughed loudly, and under her feet, the gradually brightening seal gradually lit up the entire cave.

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"What is power. Standing beside Marceau, Long asked suddenly.

Marceau thought for a moment, this question is a bit profound, which makes the cat cub a little unsure of how to answer - in Marceau's not long life, the word strength seems to be very far away from him, Marceau, who has no leg function since birth because of genetic defects, has only a few years to stand up, and most of the time, can only crawl with his own hands, strength this thing:" Strength is my best friend, for a long time, for as long as I can remember my birth, I know that strength is the only condition I can move, I crawl on the floor with my hands, climb on the floating chair with my hands, rely on my hands...... Face life. ”

"Besides, Marceau, how do you think the forces of this world should be deconstructed? He took the three magazines and two bottles of potion handed over by the little guy with the supply bag, and continued to ask.

Marceau thought for a moment, the pale soul fire rolled in his eye sockets, and the kitten cub looked around, then replied with a smile: " Longevity, strength is strength, it can make us muster up the courage to stand here, strength is strength, it allows us to hold on to weapons in the face of death, strength is strength, it allows us to be the same as our ancestors, for this does not exist but retains the hope of countless people and a beautiful world to fight, writing the history of the world may be strong, but the paper line of writing history, after all, is made of countless mortals with each other's beliefs and ideals, long, my friends, we are mortals, today we are gathered here, just to prevent the strong men who stand on the opposite side of us from writing history at will......" At this point, Marceau pursed her lips and lowered her body to let the little steppe elf put his helmet on his head: "None of us can write the history of this world, but no one can use us as a paper to write the history we hate and swear to fight to the end." ”

"Well, my friend, strength is power, it can make us muster courage, it can make us stand here, it can make us laugh at death, in everyone's eyes, strength may be different, but in our eyes, strength is power, it can make mortals like us have the courage to stand up......" Speaking of this, Chang Chang gave an order: "For the sake of the best way, everyone, let us go to the sea of blood together!"

"I am willing to go with Childe!" The steppe elves in the entire phalanx let out a loud roar, and several phalanxes began to move forward, and the steppe elves raised their long-range shotguns and turned their backs to the slope towards the evil god front below.

"This is Anne, we're covering the entry of the combat boat. Anne's voice came from the headset, Marceau raised his head, hundreds of combat boats flew over their heads, these combat boats transported as ballast stones for the ship group greatly enriched the air power of the living, above them, the battle mage squad was cruising, with Marceau's vision, naturally could not see Anne nearly a thousand yards away, but Marceau knew that this girl was in the sky, and that was enough.

On the other side of them, the legions of the Sadist also began to move, these chaotic minions also unleashed their aerial power, twisted demons danced their tentacles in the sky, corrupted battle mages and battle boats also appeared, and when the other side approached a distance of five hundred yards, the combat ships of both sides opened each other's arcane missile bays, the holy missile and the negative energy missile turned the entire sky into a pure white and pitch black and white world, and on the ground, the former mages also began to fight, a series of fossils were placed in the central area of the opponent as mud, meteor showers and ice storms covered the phalanx of their respective opponents, and various defensive spells were used more as if they did not need money。

"Line!" The voice of the commander holding the flag spread throughout the battlefield through the illusion technique, the steppe elves began to change formations, Marceau took the musket and followed the long behind to the outermost part of the phalanx, looking at the chaos army in the distance, Marceau picked up the insignia of the Storm Goddess at the top of his necklace, put it to his lips and kissed it, just as the steppe elves uniformly put the emblem of the Anonymous or the Mother God on their lips.

"Steady!" the voice of the flag-wielding commander echoed through the illusion spell throughout the battlefield, and Marceau fell to one knee along with her men.

Tall elven longbowmen walked past them, and these good archery races capable of sending bows three hundred yards or more would be the initiators of the first wave of attacks.

As the Chaos Legion approached, Marceau watched as the rain of arrows fell on the minions of the evil gods in waves, and the silver-seeping and blessed arrows rose to a high place, and then fell with kinetic energy, piercing through the unarmored Chaos units, and the Chaos cultists who were cannon fodder fell in pieces.

The longbowmen had shot a bag of twenty arrows in sixty seconds, and then they began to retreat, and the musket regiment of the steppe elves stood up, the long-range muskets were raised, and with the commanding command, the guns rang out in unison—like a sophisticated machine, and the vanguard of the Chaos Legion that began to charge would fall like a piece of wheat.

Lowering their guns, reloading, and raising their guns, the steppe elf musketeers did it all in five seconds, and then the guns rang out again, and the Chaos cultists who had already rushed into the mire fell in pieces.

One circle after another of arrows was activated, and in the rain of arrows that fell, the Prairie Elf musketeers fired a third shot six seconds later, and the rain of bullets swept the Chaos Cultists to the ground as they stepped on the corpses.

Like madmen, the Chaos Cultists leveled the quagmire with flesh and blood, behind them, the champion warriors howled and rushed to the defensive line, unlike the Chaos Cultists, these big pieces needed more bullets to take down, the steppe elf musketeers began to retreat after three rounds, and the big men in the back finally walked up at this time, the front was still the most reliable dragon spear heavy infantry of the heaviest infantry, these pikemen held their spears flat and waited for the champion warriors to charge, one blessing after another shone on them, behind them, the girl holding the battle flag in her right hand also carried a small brazier in her left hand, it was a hybrid from the green forest, they carry the flames brought by their mother's family.

Behind the pikemen, the phalanx of big cats, spears in their hands, were planning a perfect delivery.

Retreating to the rear, the steppe elves uniformly put down their long-range muskets, took the shotgun from their backs, and Nagashi pulled out the bayonet from the bayonet pouch at his waist and stuck it on the gun mount: "Marceau, do you think we will win?" ”

Adjusting the bayonet on the gun mount, Marceau turned his head to look at the girl, looking at the nervousness on her face, he smiled and nodded, even if the smile looked more like the joy of a villain in a horror movie.

"Don't be afraid, follow me, and remember, hold the fire when you get near those bastards. ”

"Well, I'm following you. ”

"Steppe Elve! The voice of the commander holding the flag echoed over the entire battlefield for the third time through the illusion, Marceau and the cat took the lead in the forefront of the entire phalanx, bypassing the central defense line, the steppe elves crashed headlong into the queue of Chaos believers who were fighting with the kittens, Marceau swung the chopping battle axe with a bayonet, and the bullets fired by his friends knocked the Chaos believer over, and Marceau stepped over the body of this believer, stabbed the bayonet into the waist of another Chaos believer, oozing silver, and was blessed, and temporarily penetrated the armor of the believer with a bayonet smeared with holy oil like a hot knife, nailed it to the cat cub on the ground, and then pulled out the bayonet。

Beside him, more than a dozen steppe elf girls overturned two Chaos cultists side by side, and then they used their guns to bring down a champion warrior- At this close range, the same blessings were obtained, the one-headed bullet smeared with holy oil tore the armor of the champion samurai, and without any fear, the three Chaos believers in the rear were lowered to the ground, and another champion samurai rushed close to them, Marceau fired a shot at its knee, the one-headed bullet pierced its knee, the champion samurai lost his balance and fell to the ground, and when it got up, Marceau's bayonet had also arrived, and the bayonet passed through its eye socket.

Hisamura walked past Marceau, stabbed the girl who had fallen to the ground before, raised the gun, put the roaring demon into the center of the mechanical sight, and used the muzzle-tightening shotgun to tie the arrows together, they tore through the demon's heavy shell, the demon did not fall to the ground in this blow, so the second and third shots quickly penetrated through the body again, and the demon finally walked in front of Marceau, and the cat cub stepped on the chest of the dead champion samurai at this time, and pulled the bayonet out of its skull.

After letting the demon who was already on the verge of death, Marceau raised his shotgun and set fire on the Chaos cultists who were rushing towards him, and after the last two shotguns, Marceau turned around and stabbed the bayonet into the back of the demon kneeling on the ground.

"Reload!" Marceau shouted.

Long Standing by his side, the girl flattened the muzzle of the gun and removed the muzzle of the gun, so the next shotgun was immediately shot out in a horizontal spread, overturning a row of Chaos Cultists, and then the second one, when Long Juan came sideways behind Marceau and began to load, Marceau had already loaded three rounds of ammunition, and the arrows from the flat gun ** caused the Chaos Cultists to fall to the ground in a row.

In an instant to empty the bomb bay, Marceau covered the long with his body, and those steppe elf girls stood in front of him and her, in this race of boys and girls, the steppe elf girls raised their guns in their hands, and from time to time there were companions around them who were overturned to the ground by flying props, but they still stood in place, using guns and bullets to 'execute' any chaos that dared to rush forward.

After loading the ammunition, Higashi also stood in the queue, and after the girls had finished all the ammunition, they screamed and collided with the Chaos Cultists who rushed up, the bayonets and cold weapons caused death to their masters, Marceau joined in, and used a one-headed bullet to blow off the skull of a champion samurai, and then the bayonet stabbed the Chaos Believer's neck in front of the eye, and the next one-headed bullet broke the neck of the Chaos Believer and burrowed into the eye socket of another champion samurai, turning the back of its head and the objects in it into history.

Before he could retract his gun, Marceau, who simply abandoned the gun, crossed his hands and blocked the long sword chopped by the champion warrior with his armguards, and the two-meter-four giant should have hacked the little thing in front of him to death like chopping wood, but Marceau blocked the blow, and then strode forward, she and the two steppe elf girls stabbed the lord of the crown with bayonets.

Picking up his shotgun, Marceau kicked down the Chaos Cultist who had slashed down a girl, then the bayonet sank into his chest, pulled out, and submerged again until the Chaos Cultist stopped struggling.

Sorry, in the face of the minions of Chaos, Marceau's actions are the greatest mercy that any mortal in any world can bestow on him.