"So... What will we do to defeat our Duke of Byrne, who is so cautious that it is almost impossible for him to be defeated on equal terms?"

Standing underneath a transmitter, the elven prince with his shoulders tilted his head, the corners of his mouth and eyes hooked into a crescent shape, and shook his head as if he were asking a question to himself.

"Encircled on all sides, an invulnerable trap?a strong samurai, a strong enough samurai?an absolutely crushing force, a targeted attack or a surprise attack?"

"It's a pity... But the defeat at the Battle of Ebotden was enough to prove that none of this was true, and it would be naïve to kill Duke Byrne in front of the Duke of Byrne, who was cautious and calculating, and obviously too strong!"

"After the next attempt by His Highness, two prerequisites have been summed up;" The elf prince, who was talking to himself, proudly raised the two fingers of his right hand.

Behind him, the elven wizards were nervously preparing for the launcher.

Five elven wizards stand on either side of the launcher, responsible for debugging and controlling the angle of the launcher, aiming and ensuring the stability of the launcher;

Five elven wizards stand behind the launcher, reloading ammo and opening the core to ensure that every aspect of the firing is accurate;

Fifteen elven warriors are around, responsible for the loading of the launcher, the handling of ammunition, the erection and movement of the launcher, and the stabilization of the launcher at critical moments.

It takes a total of ten wizards and fifteen elite soldiers to complete the full operation of a launcher - and it is all worth it considering the range and power of the launcher.

For this launcher, the elven prince prepared five times as many people, and at the same time, not only did the caliber of the launcher more than triple the caliber of the launcher, but even the main material for manufacturing it changed from bronze to mythril.

"First of all, try to avoid premeditation – improvisation, improvisation is what our dear friend Loren Turin is not good at, he is cautious, but... He is not good at dealing with emergencies, and in such cases, our Lord Duke of Byrne chooses to go in person. ”

"So as long as he has to do it himself, it means that things are out of his control. ”

"Secondly, he is very rational, but not rational enough, he will still be emotional; he is not a devil, he is not a killing maniac, he is not a guy who can push himself to the maximum for victory, but he can't do it by any means, and he has principles and bottom lines. ”

"This is a very interesting opponent, abide by the principles, always abide by the principles before the other party takes the initiative to break the tacit understanding - do not take the initiative to hurt the other party's captives, do not do bad things to cut off their children, keep their promises, and never break their promises unless they have to. ”

"I'm very lucky for this, I also like this kind of guy who has a human touch and a bottom line for doing things. ”

"And even luckier... I'm not. ”

The elven prince smiled brightly.

The blindfolded elf girl standing on the side held a long knife in her arms and was silent.

"Ready, the launcher is on standby!"

As an elven wizard raised the command flag in his hand, the launcher, which was composed of a long Mithril tube covered with engraved runes, heard an unsettling tremor and a low sound.

"Your Highness, please give the order!"

"Nothing needs to be ordered, you loyal and brave men of the kingdom, your task is simple. The little elf prince, who chuckled, gestured very casually:

"Uh... Just put the transmitter flat, aim straight ahead, the maximum power, how many hits, until the transmitter is broken or you guys are broken, well... That's it. ”

"And then... Well, this is my only prayer, dear Lord of Byrne, please don't suddenly and calmly avoid at this moment, just stand in front and take my last surprise... Please. ”

The elven prince, with his hands folded, prayed in a joking whisper: "...... Launch. ”

"Launch ————!!!!"

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

"Everybody - get down, get out of the way——!"

Luceen's terrified roar echoed in the middle of the silent battlefield.

Almost the vast majority of the Byrne knights were full of confusion on their faces, the vast majority were still immersed in the joy of the victory that had just broken through, and they didn't know what was going on; the more than 100 demon hunters scattered in the tens of thousands of troops were faintly aware of it, but they could only warn the surrounding soldiers, and their role was very limited.

The elven warriors who remained on the battlefield noticed the anomaly and turned behind them in horror, but they often fell under the sword of the Byrne Knight before they could say anything.

What's more, the "proud" Byrne knights don't care about the reaction of a group of defeated generals under their own hands.

It wasn't just the massive void force that terrified Ruthen, but the direction it was aimed at—if his perception wasn't wrong, it was facing the Imperial Avenue.

If you launch at this distance, with the power of that condensed void power, I am afraid that it can directly penetrate the entire battlefield!

And Loren Torino, who stood at the front of the queue and was in the center, was the first to bear the brunt!

Gritting his teeth, Lusn kept knocking into the Byrne Knight who was in front of him, and rushed towards the front of the queue.

It's okay if you die... Even if nothing is wiped out, that bastard of Asriel will still find a way to resurrect himself, and even if he is completely reduced to his apostle, he will at least continue to do the same as he is now... Keep fighting.

But Lord Loren... Loren......

Dazzling points of light lit up from the end of the Imperial Avenue, like the second round of the sun rising on the horizon, finally adding a little more commotion to the originally calmed battlefield.

"What's that movement, is it a transmitter for the long-eared ones?"

"In that case, we will have to disperse quickly, and we will die if we are hit by that thing. ”

"All be quiet, keep in formation, you are proud Byrne knights, what do you look like in a panic!"

"That's it, that thing is still a little threatening even if it's far away, just rush forward bravely!"

Restless soldiers, but also knights and officers trying to maintain order... Gritting his teeth, Lusen ran wildly through the crowd, desperately trying not to look at everything around him.

I can't save them myself, so at least... At least keep Loren!

For the first time... He hates himself so much why he is an Elemand, even if he is an Elemand, why should he have the size of the "traditional" Elemmans?!

Constantly pushing away the figure in front of him, the silver-gray pupils could already see the hunting black background gold lion battle flag at the front of the army array.

In the next second, the blooming light instantly soaked his vision white, and in countless exclamations, the roaring waves of qi tore the trees on both sides of the avenue to pieces, and the burning heat waves swirled in the air.

"Loren ——!!!!"

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

The explosion was only for a moment, it came and went faster.

Tinnitus, chest tightness, numbness, spinning and vomiting... This is how the little elven prince feels at this moment, even the last time he died with the inky blue dragon Iolet, he has never felt so hard as he is now.

It's like... It was as if the whole world had been destroyed around him, and the little prince himself felt that the adjective seemed to be too exaggerated, but the feeling at that moment was indeed like that!

Coughing constantly, trying to stand up but finding that his hands and feet were weak, the elf prince with a dull chest struggled several times, staggered to his feet, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

He could hear a voice calling to him, but it sounded so far away, like a world away, so untouchable.

"Smack!"

A tender little hand grabbed the little prince, who had almost fallen to the ground again, and forcibly lifted him up with a force that was absolutely not in line with his size.

"Lori?!"

"Your Highness, please don't speak for the time being, calm down. The expressionless blindfolded girl supported the elven prince and let him lean against a pile of rubble: "You need to calm down now, too strong emotions will cause damage to your body." ”

"Uh... All right. ”

Rodria Azore, who breathed a long sigh of relief, had to nod, but his eyes still involuntarily swept around.

"What about the casualties?"

"You mean ......"

"I mean the wizard who controls the dispenser, uh... And the other samurai in the barracks. The elf prince hurriedly added.

"Of the thirty wizards, fifteen have died violently, three have been seriously injured, and the rest have fallen into a coma, so the situation is unknown. Lori Zade said lightly: "The two samurai teams are almost two hundred or so, because they are too close to each other, I am afraid they have not been spared, but the rest have not been affected, and the specific number of casualties will have to wait for a while." ”

"yes, that sounds pretty good. The elven prince smiled easily, though it looked more like he was gloating.

Trenches, wooden fences, earthen walls... All of them were gone, all of them were leveled by the power of the launcher, and the camp was in shambles, littered with rubble tossed by the air waves, as if it had just been caught by a fire.

As for the casualties... Well, that's what he cares about the least right now.

He had twice as many troops at his disposal as Loren Turin, and he could have suppressed him even if he was alive, and now that he was dead and suffering heavy casualties?

The launcher pierced through the center, and the Byrne Legion, which had only 20,000 troops, was probably wiped out!

Well, although it should be about the same on my side.

The launcher, designed by the Azorean elven wizards to target the dragon, was not considered as a "flat shot" in the first place, because with the power of this weapon, even if the material was replaced with Mithril, it could not withstand the power of the void that accumulated in the moment of firing.

In principle, it is still a trebuchet that operates on the power of the Void, and it is a completely different "lightsaber" that embodies the essence of Isaac's research.

What's more, the elven little prince has tripled his power in pursuit of one-hit killing... Even the launcher, which could withstand the carrying capacity of Mithril, would never be able to withstand it.

But it's all worth it!

As long as you can kill Loren Torino, even if you lose twice the loss, it will be worth it - without this fierce opponent, first of all, the knights who came from Byrne will fall into a situation where the dragons are leaderless, and they don't have to be so cautious, it is really cost-effective, it can't be more cost-effective.

The elated elven prince raised his gaze, looked at the other side of the battlefield with a smile on his face, and then ......

"Huh?"

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

Lusen's pupils shrank, and his expression froze in the last moment of horror, but his eyes changed completely.

The black background gold lion battle flag is still hunting;

Sitting on the ground, he is still alive;

Behind the Byrne Legion, there were still panicked shouts or exclamations;

All... It's all like the last second.

But it shouldn't be like this!

The dazzling light dissipated, and the figure of the black-haired wizard still stood motionless and sculpturally in place, but the right hand that originally held the great sword stuck the blade on the ground, and the right hand was bent and raised, aiming straight ahead.

The gray-eyed boy who was stunned didn't know what to say.

"Luo, Lord Loren, what the hell is this......"

"Luthen?"

The black-haired wizard looked back with a hint of surprise - although he could always feel the void reaction of the gray-eyed boy, confirming it with his own eyes and just knowing it were two different things after all:

"Ah, you're talking about this... How to explain it, although I can't use the power of the void for the time being, but if I think about it......"

"This also means that ordinary Void Power can't do even a single bit of damage to me. ”

Open the second valve, that's it.

If you want to hurt the evil god, or any existence that has opened the second valve, the power of the void that is strong enough is the first to bear the brunt;

But the premise of this "powerful void power" must be a single individual - the accumulation of simple quantities may still have some changes to the material world, but it is meaningless to the existence of the void.

And even if the void power of those thirty elven wizards combined, it was far from enough to suppress the current Loren Turin.

It wasn't that he had lost his strength, but that he had to suppress his void reaction in order to avoid losing control.

This... That's the most important thing!

The stunned gray-eyed boy stared at the scene in front of him - with the black-haired wizard as the dividing line, almost all of the Imperial Avenue in front of him was burned by the blow of the transmitter just now, because the burn was so complete that there was not a single spark to be seen except for the ashes and charred ruins.

Such a picture is far beyond the scope of his imagination and understanding.

"Well, then Lord Loren, we... What are we going to do next?"

Raising his head sluggishly, Lusan stammered.

"Next, ......" Looking at the Byrne knights behind him who had just reacted and exclaimed, Loren shrugged lightly:

"Now that the breakthrough has been successful, it's time to retreat. ”