What is the scene when a battle-level magic crystal cannon with a magic energy strength of level 10 fires at a salvo of ten cannons?

Maybe it's a few levels worse than the "Hephaestus Fury" that Angelina played at the beginning, but it's a few levels worse than the twelve eighth-level cannons before...... I really don't know how high it is. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the dazzling firelight, the only city in the Blackwater Fjord city-state turned into a wasteland, and the violent magic tide tore apart the life in the city, not to mention the corpse left at the head of the city, Viscount Brian, even the soldiers and nobles in the city, none of them survived.

After all, this is a bunch of defenseless and defenseless weak chickens, their highest level has not even broken through the eighteenth-level mark, and even the weakest tenth-level single magic has to be launched by a twentieth-level mage.

The soldiers of France set foot on the wasteland in silence, and more than a hundred mages joined forces to cast life detection magic on the place, trying to find a living mouth in vain.

Even the rats in the ground were shaken to death.

"Your Excellency, what do we need to do next?" Major General Marquis Geoffrey, the commander of the 1st Heavy Regiment of the Cluster in the North of France, looked at the slightly thin man beside him and asked respectfully.

Although he was also a marquis, he did not dare to have the slightest arrogance, because this man was the marshal of the northern cluster, the Marquis of Louis, known as the French god of war.

"If I'm not mistaken, the official definition of these people in the Rhine League is an army formed spontaneously by minor nobles, and has no connection with the authorities, right?" asked Marquis Louis, narrowing his eyes and in a slightly hoarse voice.

Jeffrey nodded: "Yes, Your Excellency, all their sources of military supplies are provided by a non-governmental organization called the 'Pan-Continent Human Nobles Rights Protection Foundation', the Imperial Intelligence Department investigated this organization and found that its head was an Imperial Baron named Demokris, and all the sources of funds were provided by various consortia, which can be traced back to involve all the upper nobles of the Rhine Alliance." ”

The intelligence service is one of the most important cornerstones of national security, and even though France's domestic war has reached a white-hot level, the military spending of the intelligence service has not been reduced in the slightest, and it is still playing its due role.

A hideous smile appeared on the face of Marquis Louis: "Those barbarians want to break the equilibrium with the Empire, but the pressure from the abyss makes them unable to let go, so let these little nobles test it, test the combat effectiveness of our northern cluster, and also give them a reason to start the war." ”

After a pause, Marquis Louis's voice was full of murderous aura: "Since the barbarians want war, I will give them war!" Let your light cavalry regiment rush forward, the heavy cavalry regiment will follow, and the light and heavy infantry regiment will be responsible for sweeping the tail, sweeping away all the barbarians in the Blackwater Fjord, and killing all those disobedient little nobles!"

"Your Excellency, according to the latest information, the Duke of Lockland of the Carlisle Kingdom has set up troops on the northern border of Blackwater Fjord, and wants to avenge his heir to the throne, will it be ...... to kill those barbarians at this time," Jeffrey said with some hesitation.

Marquis Louis laughed, and his heroic laughter soared into the sky: "That waste in your logistics team is also a marquis, but is he even a little comparable to a marquis like us?

Geoffrey nodded, the gap between large and small countries is not only reflected in the number of territories, but also in the gold content of noble titles, and the duke of a kingdom like Carlisle is comparable to the third-class marquis of France, or even worse.

He was just about to give an order, when he heard the Marquis of Louis continue: "Tell your soldiers, if that Duke of Lockland does not take the initiative to attack, stop in front of the border, now our rear has not fully completed the mobilization, fighting a Duke of Lockland is nothing, but it is not suitable to directly fight with the Kosh cluster that has reached the south." ”

With Geoffrey's order, the entire army began to attack the north.

About 200 kilometers away, the intelligence officer of the alliance who looked at it with his eagle eye immediately wrote a line on the magic letterhead: "The fish has been hooked, and the specific weight and combat effectiveness have yet to be evaluated." ”

So the anger on Chamberlain's face, who had just finished dispensing medicine, instantly turned into surprise.

"The limits of feudal imperialism?" the medical dog asked himself, in an uncertain tone, with a gaze called incredulous.

"What's wrong?" Angelina was about to be tormented by the medical dog's abnormal behavior today, she reached out and touched Chamberlain's forehead, with a look of concern: "Are you okay?"

The medical dog shook his head and handed the information to Angelina: "That Marquis Louis, the god of war in France, really didn't see our true intention, which was to prepare to consume the vital power of the little nobles?"

"This true intention should be yours, not all the big nobles in the upper echelons of the alliance. Angelina patted him on the shoulder, "I don't even know what you think, using this method to drain the strength of those restless little nobles, maintain our rule, and at the same time calculate the approximate strength of the French military." ”

In the pitiful eyes of the feudal landlord class, can I be an opponent of a medical dog who has been taught by the revolutionary ideology of the proletariat?

Thinking in his heart, Chamberlain smiled: "To be honest, I want to go to the south to earn some military merits, do you want to join us? With Uncle Kosh in charge, and then bring you, I don't believe that the northern cluster of those bearded people can approach me, and then I will be able to brush up on a wave of military merits." ”

Angelina's eyes lit up when she said this: "This is a good idea, the military merits of the Pan-Continental National War are second only to the feats on the plane battlefield, and they are even higher than the feats of the Abyss Battlefield, and Louis and I have fought on the plane battlefield in the northwest of France, and the two of us barely had a tie at that time, and I really want to see if he has improved over the years." ”

As soon as the words changed, Angelina glanced at the potion bottle in the medical dog's paws: "But tonight ......"

Chamberlain's eyes narrowed, he shook the potion bottle, put his arms around Angelina's slender waist, and walked towards the bedroom, his face full of pride: "Your Excellency the Marquis, rest assured, I promise to complete the task!"