"All the army, forward!"

Liszt drew his sword and swung it forward.

Under the command of the standard-bearer, the flintlock musketeers marched forward in an orderly manner.

Behind him, artillery roared, and whistling shells crossed the position, blasting the makeshift stone wall through the gap, and the rebel fortifications crumbled in an instant.

Standing barely on the stone wall, Karel wrapped his strip of cloth around his eyes, drew his greatsword and shouted angrily.

"Rush forward! Stop them! ”

"Kill!"

The shouts of killing echoed in the foothills, and the rebel soldiers with hooked and sickle spears poured towards the gap in the stone wall, filling the gap in the stone wall with flesh and blood, but after the baptism of lime bullets, let alone ordinary humans, even fat ogres, there were not many people with combat effectiveness at this time.

Looking at the rebel soldiers with shields and spears on a grim look, Liszt raised his sword in his hand.

Three columns of infantry stopped and raised their flintlock pistols.

"Fire!"

The muzzle of the gun sparkled in the white mist, and the burst of lead bullets was like waves washing over the sand. The rebel soldiers who blocked the gap in the stone wall were killed and wounded in the three dense gunfire in an instant, and the army was overwhelmed.

The war has reached this point, and the winner has been decided.

Not to mention that William is a Chosen One, even if there are ten more Chosen One, it will be impossible to save the tide of the war.

In the face of the baptism of lime bullets, these unprepared indigenous armies were still able to make up the gap in the stone wall with manpower, and they were already doing their best. However, this level of resistance was simply vulnerable to the muskets of the new army.

Faced with a tight array of muskets, the scattered rebel soldiers continued to fall under the sound of gunfire, and soon lost control of the stone wall.

"Kill!"

Cilita's lieutenant Derrank, seizing the opportunity, shouted loudly, raised his rifle in his hand, and led the town's cavalry to charge the defeated rebels from the flank, quickly seizing control of the city walls.

At the same time, the griffin knights carrying lime bullets flew over the rebels again, launching a new round of air attacks on the crossbowmen who had finally completed the assembly, and a large number of rebel soldiers were burned in the quicklime and lost their combat ability, let alone set up their crossbows to aim, and they couldn't even tell which direction the enemy was in.

As the stone wall was breached, spearmen armed with halberds then attacked and began to wrestle with the burly ogre warriors. Although these monsters wielding mallets were extremely powerful, they were still difficult to parry in the face of twenty or thirty halberds poking at the same time.

In terms of weakness, these monsters were the same as the cavalry, and it didn't take long for a dozen ogres to fall under the phalanx of spearmen from the kingdom's reinforcements, and the number continued to increase as the musketeers slowly stepped behind the stone walls.

Standing at the rear of the position, Makalu stared at the stone wall in the distance in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.

After a long while, he looked at Jiang Feng, and his eyes were completely different from before.

"It's a few stars of sorcery......"

There are many wizards who can slaughter an army with a single spell on the wizarding continent, but without exception, they are not existences above five stars. However, what puzzled him was that Jiang Feng had just broken through the strength of one-star witchcraft, these were all things he had seen with his own eyes in the secret realm, and he really couldn't figure out how Jiang Feng did it.

"Do you see the fluctuations of the magic element in this?" Jiang Feng asked rhetorically.

Makalu was slightly stunned, then frowned, and after thinking hard, he shook his head.

"No...... But I don't understand. ”

"Strictly speaking, there is indeed a part of witchcraft to do this."

I don't know why, after hearing this, Makalu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. If that scene was to be attributed to mortal power, he couldn't believe it anyway. Whether it is in the wizarding continent or in this barren land abandoned by wizards, the apex of witchcraft means the apex of power, and in the face of witchcraft, whether it is royal power or divine power, it is just a joke, these concepts have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"It's probably just apprentice-level sorcery, though."

"It can't be." Makalu disagreed, "Apprentice-level witchcraft can't cover such a vast field. ”

"I don't have to lie to you," Jiang Feng shrugged, "The raw materials of lime bombs are all raw materials for burning cement, except for the apprentice-level witchcraft used to increase the burning temperature when burning cement, from the production of lime bombs to the delivery, it should not be difficult to see with your eyesight that the power of witchcraft is not used." ”

Makaru was stunned, puzzled.

"What is cement?"

Jiang Feng sighed, and was just about to explain to him what cement was, but at this moment, a violent roar suddenly came from in front of him, followed by a powerful magic element fluctuation.

Judging from the magnitude, the spiritual force field that interferes with the magic element has at least the level of a one-star wizard.

Under the interference of that energy, the ogres on the battlefield let out a roar, the blood vessels under the fat were like swollen wriggling green worms, and the bloodshot pupils flashed with bloodthirsty light, as if they had been injected with stimulants.

The mallet in his hand danced like a windmill, and the sand and rocks flew where the wind swept away, and the hook and sickle soldiers around the ogre were like wheat blown away, and a large piece fell in an instant. Even the ogres who had been blinded by lime bullets regained their sight because of the harsh spell, and for a time they were able to thwart the attack of the kingdom's reinforcements.

Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes, and the expression of Makalu next to him was also slightly moved.

"Bloodlust! The fluctuation of this magical element...... You can't go wrong, it's a two-headed cannibal mage! I didn't expect to see ...... here."

"Two-headed ogre mage?" Jiang Feng frowned slightly.

As he spoke, a light suddenly lit up in the center of the battlefield, attracting the attention of the two.

I saw Reinhardt, who was riding a white horse, holding a silver cross-sword, which was emitting a faint golden light in his hand.

Under the light of that holy light, the wounded soldiers fell to the ground, their broken ribs were reconnected, and the wounds on their bodies healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and those who were not injured also felt the blessing of the divine power, and every cell in their bodies was full of strength.

Originally terrified by the ogre's roar, their hearts were filled with courage again.

Slightly surprised in his heart, Jiang Feng immediately ordered.

"Wisdom Brain, record the model of the arrangement of the magic elements."

[Recording......]

In less than two seconds, Zhi Brain projected the collected data onto Jiang Feng's retina.

However, the conclusion he got made Jiang Feng slightly surprised.

Strictly speaking, the power of the paladin used by Reinhardt is not in the realm of witchcraft, but a mystical side energy that is completely different from witchcraft. This power comes from prayer, that is to say, it does not belong to him, but is borrowed from the hands of the gods.

Regarding the relationship between believers, gods, the power of faith, and stardust, Jiang Feng had systematically studied it before. However, the type of power is different from the power of Cilita, which is embodied in the fact that this borrowing is not passively given by the gods, but actively used.

"It's a bit like the laws formulated by the gods, and his believers invoke the elemental power of this world with the help of the hands of the gods according to certain rules of the game."

"In this way, this ability should be only in the parish of the gods...... That is, it can only be effective within the scope of the theocracy, and it cannot be used on other planets. ”

Unlike that guy in Ira, whose soul has penetrated to another world, the abilities on his body can still be effective.

Jiang Feng felt a little clear in his heart, and felt that his understanding of the soul had deepened again.

"Makalu."

"What do you command, sir?" Makaru said respectfully.

"Are there any gods in the Wizarding Continent? Or religion? Jiang Feng asked.

"What do you mean by Father Julian?" Makaru shook his head, "Those beliefs are nothing more than a trick of mortals, and we have never paid attention to them. ”