"Azorean elven warriors, out of battle!"

"For His Majesty the Eagle King——————!!!!"

A loud shout echoed over the high ground.

Accompanied by a roar that resounded through the battlefield, there was a dense black dot that filled the horizon.

In the next second, this black line swept down from above the high ground, covering the entire front of the high ground in an instant, and under the midday sun, it continued to shimmer like the Milky Way surging on the earth.

Only thousands of Azorean long knives can show such a magnificent scene in the sun - and only the Azorean elves can hold thousands of mirror-like blades at the same time, and thousands of warriors who know how to wield such sharp blades.

After "plunging" down the slope of the highland, more than 10,000 elven warriors immediately spread out to the two wings of the battlefield, and the flaring river turned into a narrow "thin line" in the blink of an eye, lined up in a depth of only a dozen warriors.

"My Holy Cross, they are ......"

Nolan Ode, who was staring at the battlefield, showed a look of surprise in his expression.

"Is this an all-or-nothing gamble?"

The Grand Duke of Elemman, who was holding his breath, also looked solemn to the extreme: "If the line is spread as far as possible, it can indeed offset the pressure of the Byrne Knight's charge on the wall - the heavy cavalry cannot sweep the loose line like the hussars." ”

"Spreading the front to the extreme, it is indeed possible to directly encircle the Byrne Legion, which has almost the same strength but is good at dense phalanxes. The Grand Duke of Arles said in a deep voice:

"With the strength of the Byrne Legion, it is almost impossible to lose this battle, but ...... anyway"

"In any case, the thousands of Byrne elites who fought will definitely suffer heavy casualties!"

The Archduke of Elems, who was suddenly interrupted, turned his head to look at Brandon, who was still silent and silent on his side: "Please give the order to Archduke Salica Jonah, who is in ambush on the flank, and let the hussars sweep the battlefield!"

"The most important thing right now is to sweep away the stubborn enemy as soon as possible and end the battle, and don't care about the promise to the enemy, Your Highness!"

As he spoke, the Azorean elven warriors who had spread out the front had completed their rectification, and they were approaching the golden lion battle flag on a black background.

A series of Byrne banners in the battlefield, stretching from the gentle slopes of the heights to the front of the Byrne army, are like a long corridor connecting the two, leading the enemy forward.

Anson Zade, the only one-handed chief wizard of the Imperial Court, walked at the front of the center of the procession with the battle flag held high, and the blindfolded elven girl wielding an ancient sword followed him.

"Boom——————, boom————————, boom ——————————"

The messy footsteps slowly approached, although it was far less neat and imposing than the imperial army, but when the picture scroll of more than 10,000 elven warriors raising their swords came to the face, it was still quite shocking.

"I say, warm-hearted dukes......"

Brandon, who had always been silent, suddenly said lazily: "Even Loren Turin, who is about to meet the enemy, hasn't opened his mouth yet, why are you panicking first?"

"Your Highness, we ......"

"We... I'm waiting here, I know my Duke of Byrne, he's not a face-saving man—and since he's determined to give us a show, let's enjoy the spectacle. ”

Brandon, who had snatched the Grand Duke of Ellemont, stared at the battlefield, staring at the silver light that thousands of samurai long knives had slashed through, and crossed the first black and gold lion battle flag.

"The lightsaber has entered the final debugging stage, and the final countdown has entered!"

The small, resolute-faced wizard shouted loudly.

Kyaukkaaber Type 2 - this is the name that Ain gave them, because the one she was most satisfied with, "Zichen Haoyue no Yao", was collectively rejected by Isaac and all the staff, so the annoyed little wizard simply came up with such an unaesthetic name.

That's right, just like the original name of the "Kyaukguang Spear I" was "Blooming Dragon Lance", although... She still secretly engraved the names she had in mind on the molds of the two weapons.

Behind her, thirty occult wizards and nearly sixty alchemists from the Byrne Wizards' Guild and the Nine-Pointed Star Magic Tower were putting the finishing touches on the five launchers.

As a prototype developed by Isaac, the "Kyauksaber II" has been greatly reduced in both range and power - the range of two kilometers has been shortened to only within 1,500 steps, and the accurate range is only 1,000 steps, and the power is much inferior to the original, almost equivalent to the gap between the dragon flame of Mirasis and the "Turin Fire" released by Loren Quan.

In exchange for this, the cost has dropped dramatically and the requirements for the power of the Void have been reduced to the point where only six occult masters and twelve alchemists can complete all the operations, without the need for external energy.

Compared to the original need for the core energy supply of the entire floating city, dozens of wizards, plus dwarven craftsmen and a wizard who opened the first valve can complete the basic operation, the "Kyaukkasaber Type 1" can simply be called a "people-friendly" design.

"A thousand steps, the target has entered the limit range!"

"The magic array is activated, and the final countdown ——! five, four, three, two, one......"

"The launcher is activated, and the magic array begins to charge the 'Kyaukkasaber'!"

"Adjust the angle, the striker prepares, aim!"

"Ready, all on standby——!"

As a witcher who was also the flag bearer raised the signal flag, the entire weapon-projecting position instantly returned to silence, and all eyes turned to the petite back of the robed man with long golden hair.

Through the observation mirror, the blue eyes locked on the figure waving the battle flag and walking at the forefront of the elven army:

"Launch!"

........................

"Huh?!"

When the elven boy sensed the fluctuation of the void's reaction, five beams of light had already risen parallel to the end of the horizon, like dazzling meteors, swooping down rapidly in the direction of the Azorean elven army.

Judging from the distance, I am afraid that there are a thousand steps...... No, I'm afraid it's a little further away.

The color of horror filled Anson's pupils, and his heartbeat increased faster and faster—could it be that His Highness's transmitter... No, the launcher is nowhere near such a range, and the Void reacts differently, which ......

"Anson?!"

"Don't worry, sister. Despite his nervousness, the elven boy spoke up and comforted: "Even if the enemy's weapon can really be so far, it is impossible to aim at such a distance......

Before the words fell, as if it had suddenly flashed, the elven boy's gaze was soaked in white, and the blinding light made him can't help but close his eyes.

"Boom ————————————!!!!"

A violent explosion, like a blinding white light, flashed in a flash.

There was no trembling, no roar, no thunderous ceaseless roar and one scream after another, except for a momentary tinnitus as if nothing had happened.

When the elven boy opened his eyes again, he was stunned.

As far as the eye can see, there are five parallel rows of "straight lines" that are extremely flat.

It was so flat that there was nothing, and the ground looked like it had been plastered—grass, stones, dirt, and the elven warriors standing on top of them, nothing remained.

Not even a little bit of dregs and slurry was left.

Only the long Azorean knives, dyed black and still smoking, were scattered on the ground.

This is... A light-sword?

My lightsaber... It's mine... Ingenuity?

Loren Turin... He actually used my spell against me?

Anson ——!

The blindfolded elven girl's exclamation rang out again, this time with a hint of fear in her voice.

"Sister?!" Anson Zade, who woke up, looked up sharply and instantly regained his senses: "Trumpeter!"

"Uh... In, in!"

"Blow the trumpet, blow the marching trumpet!"

"But, but ......"

"No, but, blow the marching trumpet, immediately!"

"Yes!"

The roaring horn sounded again, and the elven warrior wielding his long sword quickly recovered his formation and continued to step forward.

What if the line is spread out? The projectile weapon on the opposite side can already be accurate to hit the straggler line from a thousand paces away, and there is no point in dodging.

The only way to defeat the enemy is to step forward!

In a few moments, almost as soon as the last loud noise had dissipated, the second round of "shooting stars" had already fallen from the sky and swooped in the direction of Anson Zade.

"Boom ————————————!!!!"

It was another round of "uniform" loud noises, and the interval between the front and back could not even be heard - this proves that the opponent's projection weapons can even tacitly complete a gapless salvo, and the firing angle and aiming position are exactly the same.

How the hell did they do it... Yes?!

The elven boy's gaze stopped on the black and gold lion battle flags that spread all over the battlefield like a long corridor - the bright color was so eye-catching on the flat battlefield.

I see......

Loren Turin, he actually used his battle flag as a target for projectile weapons?!

"It's... It's unexpected. ”

Nolan Ode, who was dumbfounded, couldn't help but grin at the corner of his mouth: "I have long known that this generation of Duke Byrne is not an old-fashioned guy...... I didn't expect to really know how to play?!"

"That's right, no matter which family's coat of arms is definitely designed to be eye-catching, in order to distinguish friend from foe on the battlefield - but on the other hand, such a target is simply an excellent target!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't care about such inconsequential trifles. Yuri Wirtz snorted coldly, faintly hostile to the Grand Duke of Arles:

"A long-range and powerful projectile weapon powered by the Void and wielded by a wizard, a marksman capable of precise aim from a distance of a thousand paces... These are the strengths that Loren Turin wants to show, different from the traditional ones of the past!"

"Broaden the battle to five hundred paces away, a greater range of deterrence, a more powerful projectile weapon... This is a revolution, no less than a change from throwing a gun to a bow and arrow, which means that the experience of the past will no longer be tried to be used in future wars. ”

After speaking, Yuli Wirtz, who snorted coldly again, turned his gaze back to the battlefield, and the solemnity in his eyes still did not dissipate.

But... These are not enough,

A powerful and accurate projectile weapon may be an absolute weapon against dense formations, but against the narrow and thin skirmish line of the Azorean elves, the damage it can do is not enough to crush the powerful elven warriors.

According to his understanding, after a round of long-range projection, Byrne should send out elite Ranger Knights and Hussars to sweep the line and force the Elven Warriors to assemble, and then hand over the task of breaking the formation to Byrne Knights, and finally the phalanx and infantry knights will be responsible for finishing it.

This is how the Byrne Legion fought in the traditional sense of the word... But obviously, that's not what Loren wanted to show them.

So, Loren Turin......

What do you really want to show us?

"Boom ————————————!!!!"

There was another loud bang, and five white rays of light swept neatly across the line of the Azorean elves' advance—all that was left was the burning or smoking, pitch-black Azorean knives.

The elven warriors, swords-wielding, walked across the fallen ground of the robe without changing their faces, and quickly regrouped their formation, filled the gap, and continued to press on the position of the Byrne Legion.

Five hundred steps, it's already close, it's close.

Anson Zad could even see the soldiers in the front row of the Byrne Legion stretch out in line, trying to pull them apart enough to stand side by side with the elven warriors, erecting their shields and placing a spear-like weapon on them.

What's that, a new type of heavy crossbow?

Almost as soon as the line of five hundred infantry was formed, five meteors swooped down on the Azorean elves again.

That's a ......

"Don't underestimate me too much——!"

At the moment of roaring, the elf boy who threw down the battle flag in his hand pulled the pendant from his neck, and threw a silver beam of light into the sky, rushing towards the "meteor" falling from the sky.

"Boom ————————————!!!!"

In the roaring loud sound, the beams of light converged in the air, exploded, and the brilliant "fireworks" bloomed in a flash, and then disappeared without a trace.

In front of the Azorean elven warriors, only a thin line of crossbowmen of the Byrne Legion remained.

But with such a thin crossbow formation with only two layers of troops, it was really wishful thinking to block the charge of the elven warriors!

"Azorean elven warriors—" Anson Zade, whose silver beam enveloped his body, roared again:

"Draw your sword—"

"Facing the ——!"

"For His Majesty the Eagle King——————!!!!"

In the next second, the roaring Azorean elven warriors took a step, and the entire front rushed towards the Byrne Legion at the same time.

In the earth-shattering roar, the sound of wild footsteps was like a rolling wave with an unstoppable momentum, shaking the hearts of every Byrne legionnaire.

"It's finally here......"

Feeling the murderous aura coming to his face, Carl Colin, who was standing in the front row with a "Bright Light Spear" on his shoulder, was not only nervous, but his expression became more and more excited.

"Shooting Army—"

Holding the "Bright Light Spear" in his arms, the roaring witcher almost completely pressed his cheek to the simple aiming setting on the bronze tube:

"Prepare to meet the ——!"