When the Atas attacked, not many Giss Yankees had time to take to the skies.

The vast majority of Gisyankee warships are anchored in the liquid methane ocean of this Jupiter moon, and these astral visitors have built a huge supply base in this world, as well as repairing ships. Obviously, this time the Gisyankees were bound to invade Atas and would never allow the previous ones to go back with the same tricks.

The world is covered by a thick dà gas of yellow nitrogen, and like the earth, its sky still has rain and snow. But this rain and snow is not made of water, but of alkynes (acetylene, methylacetylene, etc.). Only the base built by the Gies Yankees on an isolated island in the center of the Methane Sea has a suitable space for humanoids.

The Witch King's spells shielded the Gisyankees' detection magic, and when the Mighty Trolls descended over the world as a king, the latter was almost completely defenseless.

The battle just exploded in a one-sided situation.

At a glance at the battle with most of the magic ships born in the astral plane, the gang jumping battle has become the absolute protagonist, very similar to the kind of naval battle on the earth during the period of the 1100 Geography Great. In real naval warfare, most of the ship's destruction is due to the silence of the water. Magical ships do not sail on the buoyancy of water and do not "sink", so defeating an enemy's magical ship often means completely destroying the opponent's hull or killing all the crew.

Malik gave the order, and the Templars boarded smaller magic ships to prepare to descend into the atmosphere. At this time, several guests who had been staying in the cabin also came to the bridge and asked Mohadi for battle.

"You don't leave me every time you go on such a thrilling adventure, do you?!" the elven girl Fatumai asked Muhadi in an unceremonious tone with a surprised look at the Templars and the Witch King. "Traveling between the stars, sailing around the sun, I never thought the sun was a place to go!"

"But I don't want to be in the cabin anymore, everything is fluttering, my clothes are flying everywhere!" Fatuma picked up the Psychic Warlock's chin with a finger. "Let's go down and teach those 'chicken keepers' a lesson. ”

Muhati grinned helplessly, "It is dangerous to rashly provoke an unfamiliar enemy, I thought that as a chief, you knew this very well." Sue me, what do you know about these Ghiss Yankees?"

"Isn't that enough for me to learn they're dying?" the girl said lightly. "Who can stop the scimitar of the Warriors of Artas?"

"A lot of people can, like me, or you would have cut off my head with a cutlass last time. Muhathir tried to dissuade him. "These Gisyankees should not be underestimated, they are excellent samurai, and their weapons are also powerful. ”

"In front of my big tent are ten pillars, and on each pillar are the heads of ten great warriors. As a caring elf, I have to find them some company from time to time so that they don't get too lonely. Fatumah laughed and sat down on al-Muhadi's lap, one hand around the back of the psychic mancer's head. "Sue me, what's the fun in slaughtering cowards or women and children, they're great warriors, isn't that right, their weapons will be my spoils!"

"Why are you in such a hurry to fight? I assure you, even if you sit here, I will eventually give you victory. Muhati brushed away the crumbling pieces from the other's forehead and looked at her better. "In your name. ”

"Maybe you should sit here and wait for me to offer my victory, 'Harry'?" said the elven girl with a hint of banter in her tone. "Damn, I'm not a delicate girl who needs to be taken care of, I'm your chief!

Fatoumah's face was so close that the psychic sorcerer could feel the other's hot breath. "On my love for you, about beauty. I'm confident that I won't lose to anyone. But when all the other women have the opportunity to fight alongside you, I'm there, why don't you want me to do you a favor?" her almond-yellow eyes widened.

"You have the tongue of an eloquent. Muhati cupped the other man's face and gave him a kiss. "I will not refuse your request. ”

"Hah!" Fatuma smiled sweetly at Ken the Psychic Warlock, like a flower blooming. "You've got a pretty good tongue, I mean, part-time. ”

The girl's brother and Aisha were also on the bridge, and the former saw that his sister had persuaded the psychic warlock and stepped forward as well. Muhadi noticed that Fahd and Malik Sultan exchanged a tacit look, and the latter smiled in a way that a man would understand.

"Get up, sister. Fahd said lightly. "Otherwise, these good Templars will treat you like a dancer. ”

Muhadi took advantage of the steps to lower Fatoumah from his lap. "Always so radiant, my friend. He stepped forward and gave Fahd a hug. "Are you here to fight too?"

"What else can hide from your keen abilities, my friend?" Fahd patted the Psychic Warlock on the shoulder after the hug. "Maybe I shouldn't have said it, but you must have seen in my head why I'm going to fight. ”

The male elves are still handsome, shrewd, and a little more heroic than before. Even after a long absence, he still treated Muhathir like a close friend. That smiling face always seems to be an expression of ease and control.

Muhadi shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Why do I need to read minds, I'm sure you'll sue me directly." ”

"I have too many reasons, and by the time I finish speaking, the battle will already be over, and Shiro will climb on our foreheads. Fahd looked grinning. "But the main reason is that I want to use the silver sword. ”

"Then you will win it!" said the Psychic Mancer generously. "You're going to join the fight. ”

Muhadi's psyker sister, Aisha seemed to look a little shy and uneasy. The psychic guessed that she was too afraid to show her face because someone else was present, so he used his ability to communicate directly with them.

"I think I should thank you," Muhadi sent a message to the other's mind with his psionic energy. "For in my absence you saved the believers in the city of Tyre. ”

Aisha stood aside, pretending to look around. "No thanks. She sent back a message, just three simple words. This is one of the reasons why Muhathir admires the other party, no matter what the situation, Aisha will not ask the psychic warlock to reciprocate anything, she seems to be willing to act as a foil.

"I guess you have something to tell me, I'm listening. Muhadi continued to use psionic energy to communicate, and on the other side, Fahd had already returned to his cabin to prepare his equipment, while Fatoumah surrounded the psychic warlock and asked, "...... You're right, I really don't know anything about the Gisyankees. What weapons do you think I should bring?"

"Your scimitar, plus a bow, will do. I'm guessing the arrows shoot farther here. Muhadi said that he received a reply from Aisha at the same time. "I can feel your mind fluctuating very chaotically, as if you are seriously injured, is there anything I need to do? I can help you!"

“...... I don't think it's better to bring a bow, it's damn low gravity, I always feel like throwing up, and I can't shoot accurately. How about a few throwing knives?" asked Fatoumah.

"There is no doubt that the Gisyankees will die under the throwing knives. The psychic mancer complimented the other. "I'm fine," he interclaimed to Aisha, secretly applauding the other's insight. "Thank you for your concern, though. ”

"I want to join in the fight, too," Aisha told Muhadi in psionic power, as she seemed to outsiders to suddenly take an interest in her feet, and was counting her toes.

"Don't sue me, you want loot too. Muhadi said, convincing Fatumah not to try to wear Templar-style full-body armor.

"I can protect these two elves, Fahd and Fatoumah. "Aisha told Sù Muhadi with her psionic powers.

"They can take care of themselves, don't look at her slender stature, Fatoumah is now strong enough to cut a tree with a dagger. ”

"Well, but the tree won't fight back. ”

"You don't have to do this for me, I know what you think. Mohathir said.

"No," it was a long time before Aisha wrote back. "You don't know anything. ”

"Then it's up to you. "The Psychic Magician decides. "Fatoumah!" he said to the elven maiden. The other looked at him with wide eyes. "The Gisyankees are psychic warriors, they will use the power of psionic energy to assist in battle, and you need a psyker to help. ”

"Isn't it okay to have you?" the girl was puzzled.

"I can't keep an eye on every corner of the battlefield, take Aisha with me, and protect her for me. Muhathir said. "Even if it's for me. ”

"Okay. Reluctantly, the elven finally agreed to the psychic sorcerer's request.

The Trolls stayed in the air to provide support, while the Templars and the other warriors who had joined the Gang Jump fought in smaller magical ships broke away from the mothership and roared into the moon's atmosphere.

The blasphemer mages cast spells so that the warriors could endure the extremely low temperatures and lack of oxygen. As for the Gisyankees, they would apply a strange layer of liquid to the surface of their bodies to achieve about the same effect.

The base of the Gisyankees was built in the middle of the methane sea and looked like a giant spider web. At the center of the spider's web is an enclosed base for humanoids to live in for a long time. The spider silk that sticks out in all directions is the port facility for the magic ship to moor. Three huge astral dreadnoughts, the Supreme Justice, the Destiny Fan, and the Destiny Expansion are anchored here.

Some of the smaller Gisyankee magic ships had risen to fend off, but they were shot down one after another. The Atas magic ships had the upper hand, diving down much faster than the Gist Yankees.

In terms of shipbuilding skills and ship handling, these astral visitors are undoubtedly much stronger than the Atas who left their homeland for the first time. But their magic ship must climb to a certain height if it wants to get a good shooting range. In this process, it is necessary to overcome the potential energy and increase the kinetic energy. According to the theory of energy mobility, it was naturally the Atas who had the upper hand.

The larger magic ship takes more time to start up than the smaller one. By the time several large magic ships had taken to the skies, a number of Atas ships carrying Templars had landed in the base of the Gisyankees, and a bloody gang battle was imminent.

A large number of Giss Yankees rushed out of the magic ship that had not yet taken off and fought with the Atassians. Dozens of silver swords were wielded, and many more were armed with spears or swords of various colors, screaming to slaughter the desert people.

The Templars, wearing peaked helmets, fought the Gisyankees without showing any signs of weakness, and for a moment blood was strewn with severed limbs and entrails. Arrows burning with green flames crackled and shot into the camps on either side, the flames tumbling and emitting a strange flickering light. The Gisyankees roared loudly in an unfamiliar language, like thunder from ancient times, sending shivers down the spine.

In the melee, it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, as the warriors on both sides bit into each other's formation. A high-ranking Templar blows his horn: "Oh, oh And the Gisyankees responded, not a single horn, but dozens of them playing at the same time, mixed with the sound of many drums and flutes. We're coming! The Girth Yankees declare that we will kill all your warriors, destroy your ships, and take possession of your women!

Fatumai wielded two knives to split through one enemy after another in his way. The blood of the Gisyankees splashed on her face and body, but the maiden did not care. The sound of steel biting into the gaps between the bones and then the soft entrails was heavenly and ecstatic. A Gisyankee Psychic Samurai tries to use the power of his abilities to defeat the elf who incarnates the Killing Storm, but is stopped by Aisha, and the Seven Holes fall bleeding.

Fahd followed a group of Templars towards a Gisyankee magic ship that had not yet taken off, and a large samurai armed with a silver sword was blocking them. A little farther away, a magical ship has been captured by the Athas. In the air, more Templars are landing in support.

One after another, the Giss Yankee Magic Ship left the base, either taking to the skies to meet the battle, or simply sailing into the methane sea, away from the harbor. At this moment, a dazzling light illuminated the entire battlefield, and the people in the melee only saw that a sun seemed to suddenly rise in the direction of the horizon, and the sudden flames created a wasteland full of smashed stones and countless corpses.

Someone came out, an elf who came aboard with Fahd and joined the battle at this time, muttered, "God is merciful, oh, oh, oh, oh, God is merciful......"

The massive Astral Plane began to take off, and the tail flame of the thrusters seemed to be brighter than the sun. The sky was chaotic, and the magic ships belonging to the two sides trembled at each other, leaving countless exhilarating white trails. Like a mad giant, a messy painting left behind after being drunk.

Every now and then, a magical ship was completely destroyed, dragging long black smoke and falling to the ground, before disappearing in a shiny explosion. The ballistas shot their projectiles and screamed, the Giss Yankee warriors roared loudly, and the soldiers on the ground shouted and whistled, mixed with the roar of the elves.

Of all the sounds, the salvo of cannons from the Astral of Stars and the Trolls of the Sea was the most powerful. The servants stuffed the cannonballs of ten people into the chambers, and the blasphemer mages fired them out with a near-self-inflicting burn. Every shelling was as loud as a landslide, and even people on the ground could feel the ground shaking slightly during the shelling, as if there was a muffled thunder tumbling inside.

In the shadows cast by the Astral Dreadnought and the Giant Troll, the Templars and the Gisyankees, with their helmets pierced on their heads, fought to the death, like two nests of fighting ants. Natural selection, brought about by the harsh environment of Atas over thousands of years, has made the Atas stronger, taller, and more agile. But the weapons of the Giss Yankees were more advanced and more numerous.

A huge fireball suddenly exploded in the air, and the dreadnought, the Supreme Justice, was sunk by the Witch King's magic. The massive hull of the mountain disintegrated in the air, and the remaining parts burned and fell downward, as if a meteor shower had fallen. When the wreckage of the giant ship fell into the methane ocean, the waves were hundreds of feet high, and the white crests seemed to be enough to touch the sky.

The Giss Yankee magic ships, which had not had time to take to the skies, sailed on the methane ocean, lined up in a long battle line, facing the base with their sideboards to fire a salvo. Those magic cannons set off huge waves on the surface of the ocean as they fired, and the neat sound of the cannons was like a symphony of Wagner.

Black smoke filled the air, almost obscuring the sky. Only in the gaps in the black smoke could the dazzling light from the explosions of the magic ships be projected onto the ground. It was like pillars of light, sweeping across the cruel and desolate battlefield. The Giss Yankee base built on the island no longer had a flat piece of ground, and explosions and magic had made it look like the surface of the moon, full of circular craters.

Little by little, the Atas took the initiative in the battle, compressing the line of the Gisyankees. The desperate Ghiss Yankees are becoming more and more frenzied, and none of them have spoken out to surrender, even at the cost of their lives to commit suicide attacks. The Atas warriors were equally unrelenting, picking up a weapon from the dead body and continuing the fight, even if the scimitar curled the blade.

Muhadi stood in the center of the battlefield, in control, blood and flames making his figure look so tall and hideous. His abilities repeatedly gave the Templars the upper hand, and they became more and more courageous as they fought.

The Gisyankees lacked mages, and it didn't seem to be too strong individually. The Psychic Warlock noticed why such a large army had no legends at its disposal, and that if there were one or two legendary mages or psionics, the Gisyankees would not have been defeated.

One way or another, a victory is a victory. This base has a complete range of life-sustaining facilities and ship facilities that can repair and build magical ships of all sizes. Capturing this place is a big boost to your own strength.

Muhati looked up and saw that yet another Astral Dreadnought had been battered by the Witch King's spell and was falling. When the Manifest Destiny Expansion ship sank into the methane ocean, its stern was still above the clouds, as if a flaming mountain was falling.

These magic ships can also be used, and they can be salvaged and repaired after the battle is over. Muhadi contemplated plans for the aftermath of the war.

An earth-shattering bang came from the air, and the explosion blew away the cloud of smoke formed by the burning, and the ground suddenly became much brighter.

Seeing that the tide was turning, a Gisyankee magic ship crashed into the main thruster of the Giant Troll, triggering the explosion.

The Templars watched in amazement as their mothership fell from the sky, and if the Giant Ocean Troll were destroyed, they would be trapped forever in this distant world.

But it's not too accurate to say that, they won't live long in this distant world without food.

Fatoumah was wounded in the arm, and bright red blood ran down his forearm, from his fingertips. Now she was standing beside Muhadi and asked in a worried tone: "Look!

"When there's no lift, objects usually fall off, and you're right. The Psychic Warlock furrowed his brows slightly, but he didn't look worried.

"Aren't you worried about the ship's wreck?" the girl asked curiously.

"There's a base facility left behind by the Giss Yankees, and I think it's enough to repair the Giant Troll. The Psychic Warlock said. "As for us, we won't be stuck here for long. ”

"But if it doesn't get fixed, how can we get back to Atas?"

"I'm sure the Witch King Malik won't be able to cast even a portal spell. Muhathir said. "And in the center of the Outlands there is a city, which is called the City of the Gates. There, there are portals to all planes, to all crystal walls. ”

"I promise you, it won't be long before we can be back in Atas. The psychic soothed the girl's hand comfortingly.

--------------------------------p.s. This moon has an environment similar to Titan. But Attas only has four planets, so it's closer to the Sun and brighter than Titan. In this way, the Saturn of Atas is located within the icing line. It seems unlikely that it could be a naturally occurring giant gas planet, so you should think of it as a captured exoplanet.

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