To deal with the self-detonation troops, the Holy Religious Army has a way.

And the simplest, undoubtedly, is a salvo.

Flint Torch –

Every soldier of the Holy Cult Army who participated in this expedition was equipped with this weapon of destruction.

If the organization is complete, it only takes one salvo to shoot the vanguard of the monster army, and under the rotation, there will be no suspense at all.

A few more rounds of salvos, and there won't even be a slag left.

pity

As the formulators and executors of self-detonation tactics, the enemy has obviously drawn up countermeasures long ago.

- Disrupt deployments and divide the battlefield.

This strategy was undoubtedly successful, and the people behind the demonic frenzy used some almost uncanny means to rewrite the trend of the mountains and rivers, and split the entire expeditionary force into separate parts, thus directly killing the possibility of the implementation of the salvo tactics at the source.

In the final analysis, the reason why firecrackers are powerful is that they accumulate in small quantities, and if there is no base for a certain number, the deterrent effect will be quite limited.

It's like right now—

It's not that the Holy Cult soldiers around him don't have firearms in their hands, but at this time, no one thinks of using them, of course, it's not that they are stupid, but because of a simple truth that can't be more simple.

Useless.

There are so many monsters that the loss of individuals is no longer in the way.

One person with one firecracker, dozens of people is dozens of firearms, and a salvo can only kill a dozen monsters at most - this is still based on the situation of someone organizing!

Most of the time, it's busy.

There may be places where the Holy Cult is outnumbered and the situation can be overwhelming, but in that case, will the army of twisted and deformed monsters still appear?

This is a problem.

Therefore, it is not realistic to expect others.

All Amy Ulysses could rely on was herself, and the sword in her hand.

But in the process of breaking off the aftermath for others, the Glorious One has realized how weak and powerless his personal combat power is under the crushing of the majestic momentum.

It was only now that he initially clarified the truth about his spatial transfer:

The first to read about the existence of the "self-destruct monster", and made the decision to retreat.

This cannot be said to be incorrect.

However, it was this "right" step that triggered the second trap.

- The trap of space.

Once a large force of the enemy is observed to retreat or flee, the enemy who is behind the scenes manipulating this group of monsters will further expand their advantage by confusing the sense of space and dividing the Holy Cult Army or Sword Bearers who have already been divided in the form of squads in the chaos.

One reason why it is confusing the sense of space rather than teleporting it is obvious is that the difficulty of manipulating a large area and multiple objects is very different.

If you have the ability to randomly teleport so many people together, what do you need to do with so many curves?Just banish them to a corner of the deepest night, lose their baggage, and they will be lost in the blank darkness with limited supplies, even if a few lucky people can return to the city controlled by the Order alive, they will not be able to exert any influence on this war.

Therefore, it is only possible to confuse the sense of space and let them go down the wrong "road" on their own.

But now, even if he knew this, what could he do? What else could he do to turn the tide of the war other than liberating Lucifer?

But is it really going to be done?

Without waiting for him to subconsciously give a negative answer, the situation had already changed one step ahead, and it was a sudden change without any warning-

First of all, there is a striking white light that makes people almost unable to open their eyes.

Then the uplift and the rising mountains, the cracks and the cracked earth, were smoothed out.

Literally smoothed out.

It was flat, with no ups and downs, no fault zones in between, no rivers and lakes, and even the rotten soil and the strangely shaped twisted plants that grew on it disappeared.

On the huge battlefield, only one voice echoed.

—Prepare the way of the Lord and straighten His paths. ”

As for the monsters with twisted shapes.

As soon as the light swung, they burned out in the flames that burned within themselves.

Except for the occasional foul smell, there was nothing left.

And when the entire battlefield was cleansed, his next sentence could not be left behind.

It was a prayer—

There was no point in the prayer, and the voice was rarely a little low, hoarse, and a certain inexplicable emotion.

It's just that those who are immersed in the joy of the reversal of the situation do not have this little dissonance.

Including Amy, just heard:

"Lord, walk your way on earth as you walk in heaven. ”

It's Cassiu Wald.

It took a great deal of effort for the Glorious to recognize his voice—he didn't know much about the great sword-bearer, about the captain of the chants, except that he was a great man, and his power and status were even higher than those of Wyman, Leonardo da Vinci, and even more powerful people in the Order.

But the presence was unexpectedly thin, and during the night of the expedition, he didn't even think of how many times the captain of the Song Band, with whom he had once gotten along and who seemed to be mild-mannered.

Until today –

It wasn't until his voice resounded throughout the battlefield that Amy realized that the middle-aged man, who didn't look very unusual, seemed to be in the expeditionary force all along.

His move represents that the Song Team has finally freed up their hands to interfere and influence the direction of the battle.

Here's the good news,

Good news for a long time.

But before the Glory One could rejoice in this, he noticed that Cassieu Wald's voice was constantly decaying, and even in the process of decaying, his weakness was clearly felt, and it was getting weaker and weaker.

Reflected in the curtain of holy light that had finally shrouded the sky again, it was the continuous dimming of the luster, the continuous reduction of the scope of the envelope, and the phenomenon of flickering and flickering.

This does not bode well.

Amy Ulysses raised an eyebrow, although the ground had been flattened by the eruption of the Hymn just now, but after a round of spatial confusion, he was quite far from the direction of the Singer, and he had no way of knowing what was going on there.

With anxiety in mind, I rushed to the very center where the divine light rose.

Over there

He saw—

Corpse.

A corpse in one place.

Densely packed, people crowded with people, people pierced people's corpses.

Among them were the soldiers of the Holy Cult, and there were those with swords, and there were even more ...... The Chistols.

And what surprised him the most was ......

All the corpses died from the same type of wounds.

Simple, straightforward, one-hit kill.

And the weapon that causes wounds,

He was equally familiar.

Yes –

Hitomi enlarged suddenly, and after a brief hesitation, he exclaimed, "The training sword used by the trainee?"