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Knights in oriental attire reined in front of the battle. He stopped, turned, raised his arms, faced the crowd, and gave orders.

"Concentrate all on me and switch to the Iron Wall Formation!"

With the order, the cavalry contingent stopped, firing in array.

From time to time, horses were shot, some were able to catch up with the team again with the help of magic, skill or luck, and some were lying on the bridge forever, leaving only their horses to neigh quietly.

But the bullets had no effect on their comrades, showing the disciplined and well-trained nature of the team. The roar of artillery resounded around them, and at present, a total of more than two hundred guns of various colors were bombarding them.

This doesn't make sense. In the general land warfare of this era, it was impossible to waste the firepower of so many shells on such a group of cavalry.

Even Emperor Gustav Huukmann's First Imperial Guard may not be able to pull out 300 artillery pieces at once, which means one or two thousand horses and more than 3,000 artillerymen.

This anomaly is due to the fact that their enemy is not an ordinary army, but a naval warship with an artillery battery for every ship in the navy. Ships of the Age of Sail, each one was a huge combat unit, loaded with men, food, and artillery.

This squadron of cavalry is on the greatest magic bridge in the entire civilized world, flanking the fire network of more than a dozen undead naval gunships.

These wooden medium frigates were bombarding the bridge frantically with their guns, completely ignoring the fact that there were "friendly forces" on the bridge who were responsible for blocking this cavalry squadron.

Subordinate to the great undead navy, it is the misfortune of these poor "armies". There was at least one mid-level necromancer of the third or fourth rank in command on each ship, and in the eyes of these big men, the undead of the dozen companies on the bridge were just consumables, and the living friends of the undead, the sailors who had been drafted and the mercenaries hired for money were just waiting for the raw materials to be transformed into the undead. The use of the Servant Army as a consumable is also a fine tradition inherited from the Old Elven Empire, and these units are more reliable when they are undead than when they are used as a Servant Army.

Under the threat of such heavy artillery bombardment, despite the heavy shelling of friendly troops, the bridge should have been crossed quickly, but the cavalry stopped.

Because they can't move on.

In front of them, there were four two-deck frigates, and a three-deck, mountain-like battleship. The five giant ships cut through the bridge deck and trapped everyone here.

It sounds unreasonable that the giant ship cut off the bridge deck: the bridge on which the team is located is one of the greatest engineering marvels of human civilization, the Phase Bridge.

The green-glowing bridge was not physical, but rather a behemoth supported by magical engineering bastions at either end of the bridge. The bridge does not need piers, cables, or arches, and it cuts across the Intre Channel, allowing people and vehicles to walk directly above the invisible deck, but at the same time, ships can also pass horizontally. Normally, these ships would smash ordinary bridges to pieces and crush themselves on the piers, but on this magical bridge, battleships can also be used as barricades to stop the army.

Now, the enemy ships on the flanks are trying to approach the bridge in exchange for grapeshotball, which is more threatening to the army, and the frontal access is even worse, having been completely blocked by five large ships.

"This is going to be a desperate situation......"

Someone in the group whispered. The one who is so worried is the elderly bishop from the church.

The cavalry was grudgingly cobbled together by three forces: bishops affiliated with the Protestant Order, young officers from the Wehrmacht, and Marines under the command of Marshal Wei Taiping of the Seventh Fleet, led by his son. A more accurate description might be that Wei's private soldiers.

In the face of this imminent annihilation of the whole army, there were only two groups of outsiders who seemed panicked, but Wei's private soldiers were very calm and calm, like an order, lined up in a tight formation, they believed that the young marshal Wei Buwu would definitely have a way to solve the crisis here.

But people on the other two sides are really hard to believe in this kind of thing. If it had been the marshal of the Seven Seas, the bishops and officers might not hesitate to join the ranks, but now they were worried and dissatisfied with the unplanned assault at present, and many wanted to retreat to Westport: the guns of Westport looked safer than the gunboat trap in front of them.

These people's eyes are cast on the other "leader" of this team.

If Wei Buwu is the leader here, relying on his status and wealth as the young master of the Wei clan and the young marshal of the fleet, then Nemensoledon can surpass these big men of the phase port and become the leader of this team because he represents the system of the free nations.

At the age of more than thirty, Wei Buwu's position as vice marshal of the entire Seventh Fleet was already terrifying, and the "conqueror of the Dao Kingdom" Nemen Soleton was much more exaggerated than him: this young man, favored by Generalissimo Fox and Admiral Wei Taiping, represented the will of the Fortisburg Shogunate and the capital of the Republic, Far South City, in this city, and he could even mobilize the troops stationed here of the new Dao Kingdom.

The opinions he put forward, even Wei Buwu had to carefully consider what these people thought.

But Namen Soleton did not intend to retreat along with these people's opinions.

He knows the depth of Webster's heritage, and perhaps knows better than the people of Hong Kong.

Being able to command a county in Jiangnan Province, the richest territory of the Eastern Empire, may be far more powerful than a Grand Duke of the Empire. Just the kind of arrogant style that casually took out the high-level rune sword "Star Shooting Sword" is not something that ordinary people can imagine. What's more, since the opposite side can use the fleet to block the front, it can naturally use the fleet to block the return journey.

"The people on our side are not familiar with the Iron Wall Formation of the Young Marshal. Is it a breakout formation like a 'triangle formation'?"

"This is not the time for nonsense, try to follow behind our army as much as possible. We will ram the enemy ships in a dense formation, so please follow closely and do not doubt. ”

Wei Buwu, who was facing everyone, turned grim, threw his hand forward, that is, behind everyone, and threw the second "Star Shooting Sword" in his hand. The silver rune sword turned into starlight and swept over people's heads. Before their faces could change in shock, a terrible scream sounded among the undead pursuers behind them, mixed with the screams of three or five undead friends.

He used his actions to inform everyone that there was no way back.

Nemen Soleton's expression was solemn, and he said in a somewhat jerky oriental language, "I hope the young marshal will do his best!"

The young marshal of the Wei clan did not answer, but only turned around.

Facing the battleship that blocked the way and was as tall as several floors, he ignored the grapeshot bombs that kept exploding around him, and made a fist with his left hand, and struck a forward blow.

"Wood for pulp!"

The huge ship, which was originally cut in front of everyone, suddenly shook strangely, and all the planks immediately began to soften. The hard black wood, oak hull and planks quickly softened and decomposed, turning from solid to fluid, looking like black-gray slime, slowly flowing down.

With a flick of his left hand, Wei Buwu changed a spell casting gesture to expand the spell's area of influence.

More of the ship's planks began to liquefy and melt, and the cannons, which had been facing their bombardment head-on, lost their balance and stopped firing. A cannon even rolled forward from the porthole, hit the side of the liquefied ship's plank, and ricocheted into the sea.

The sailors and sailors on board panicked.

Exactly, the part that still had intelligence panicked, and the vast majority of the skeleton and zombie sailors just looked around, wondering why the ship was shaking.

Wei Buwu withdrew his left hand, lifted the reins of the horse, and kicked the horse's belly with the spurs under his feet, and launched a charge. His right hand pinched a spell in the air and replaced it with another spell. Normally, though, this spell and the previous spell he used were considered two phases of the same spell.

"Pulp for paper!"

With a dazzling light and a loud sound, the magic hit the softened, liquefied planks, instantly turning into a rain of paper!

It was as if there was a storm that had just passed in front of the young marshal Wei Buwu, blowing up thousands of gray, black, and white pieces of paper. By the power of magic, the impurities in these papers were rapidly receding, revealing the gray and white colors of their finest wood pulp paper. These newly made papers fluttered in the wind, casting a peculiar bookish air on the entire battlefield.

Just a moment ago, these pieces of paper were the bow, sides, and decks of an impregnable third-class battleship!

People finally saw the secret magic that Ling Yangwei had chosen to represent this great family.

Papermaking.

"That's like ...... Papermaking, huh?"

"Why is it ...... Papermaking?"

Seeing the effect of these two magics, even people who could not understand the Chinese language of the Eastern Emperor knew what kind of magic this was, which made everyone stunned and lost their voices for a while.

That looks like papermaking.

Recognize it as papermaking.

The incantation sounds like papermaking too

"There is no doubt that this is 'papermaking' at all!"

After the Taiping Dao conquered the west and the Koman people recovered the Intre Islands, this was no longer a particularly secret magic.

Almost every Eastern Confucian used this spell, and due to its convenience, most of the new generation of Western magic users also learned this spell as an alternative to the well-used but expensive leather-like paper such as sheepskin. This spell was first entered by the Coman civilization circle as a spell in the fifth rank, but after many generations of scholars have been optimized, it has been reduced to the second rank, and even Naimon can be used after preparation and study.

In the East, this spell was one of the required spells for all the "scholars" who were equivalent to a mixture of nobles, mages and priests of the Koman kingdoms.

There are many neo-priests who are fond of the coarse paper that is naturally made by this spell, and they like adjectives such as "pure", "natural", and "elegant", and use all kinds of natural plants and trees to make their own paper. There are also many traditional scholars who scoff at this custom, and they think that what "rush grass paper is suitable for side poems", "green bamboo paper is suitable for Yongzhi poems", and "copying serious should use four grass and five trees to line the mean paper" is purely new learning poison, not worth mentioning.

But one way or another, no one would think that "papermaking" is a serious combat magic.

"No wonder no one has ever gone to what the Wei family's secret magic is......"

If it was "papermaking", it would have laughed off the big teeth of all the listeners. No, it may be used as evidence of the vassal elegance of the wealthy merchant family Ling Yangwei among the Orientals. According to the rumors that Naimon had heard, in that vast Eastern Empire, it was always better to be an official than to do business.

However, when this magic actually showed its fangs, everyone had the same thought: it was definitely worthy of the spell that Wei Taiping had chosen for his family.

If papermaking could have such strength and scope, then all the wood-based creations in the world, nay, all the plant creations, would be as fragile as straw paper!

"This kind of scope and effect has at least six or seven stages...... It can't just be papermaking. ”

Naimon took the reins of his horse and followed closely behind Wei Buwu, the magic in front of him still spinning in his head.

"There must be some other magic mixed in with this spell, or there's a follow-up. ”

The first ship was broken through without resistance. The massive third-class battleship lost its center of gravity and balance, and the sea water kept pouring into the ship through the rifts that had turned to shredded paper, and an entire shipload of undead sailors and mages watched as the team rushed towards it. The pursuers behind were also shocked by the ferocity and speed of the blow, and were stopped behind by the ship, which was beginning to tilt.

The guns of the second battleship did not fire: the first battleship collapsed too quickly, beyond the expectations of the captain, whose guns were still being prepared.

Wei Buwu didn't stop at all, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and his left hand was clenched into a fist again, and he struck forward in the air.

"Wood is pulp. Article 2. ”

Although there was no strong wind or magic on the Splitting Fist, and the transformation magic should not have these effects, everyone on both sides felt as if a strong wind was blowing in front of them.

This formless, colorless, and massless wind acted in the middle of the second ship's hull, and its area of action looked like a huge cube, enveloping the entire middle of the boat.

"Pulp for paper!"

Raised his left hand again, twisted in the air, and swept his fingertips, just like the first time.

The melting pulp turned into a curtain of paper that obscured the sky and the sun, and was sprinkled on the phase bridge. The planks of the two boats turned into tens of thousands of pieces of paper, which were spread on the invisible magic bridge, as if a light-colored carpet of the bridge deck had been laid on the bridge.

The fate of this second ship was even more tragic. This ship was not as large as the first one, and its format looked like that of a shallow water battleship before and after the First Freedom War, if not older, with an elongated hull and even a deck with a paddle hand. Although this slender ship has been modified and strengthened by necromancers, it is still extremely vulnerable to the destruction of this savage transformation magic.

Slowly but surely, the boat split from it, broke in two, and slid into the sea. The paper flying in the air made this scene seem strangely dignified, but no one bothered to watch this scene. The Free Army and the men of the Seventh Fleet, taking advantage of this time, frantically advanced along the Phase Bridge, while slashing the enemy forces that had fallen into disarray.

"Jump Bang! Jump Bang Now!"

Seeing the defeat of the first two ships, and realizing that the range of papermaking on the opposite side was too large to resist with ordinary techniques, the undead captain on the third battleship gave the order in a fit of rage. He blessed all the living with featherfall magic, and the undead were left to his ship's mages to deal with at will. As a six-rank spellcaster, the captain was one of the most reliable spellcasters in the fleet, second only to the lich on the flagship behind him.

The undead creatures of the brigade, as well as the officers commanding them, panicked and jumped to the deck of the phase bridge, dodging the ships that were about to be destroyed. A quarter of the zombies crashed into the phase bridge, turning into a cloud of blood, and a third of the skeletons failed to smash on their zombie colleagues, smashing into the bridge deck and shattering to pieces. Thanks to the efforts of the necromancer, some of the skeletons were reawakened and struggled to get up.

In the midst of the storm of paper across from them, Wei Buwu was moving on.

The little resistance of the second boat had been shattered by the crowd that followed him. Seeing that the third boat had organized resistance, a disdainful chuckle appeared on the face of the young marshal Wei. The number of seamen collected from a single ship can exceed five hundred, but in a hurry, there is not even a hundred who can stop in front of him.

He pulled out his talisman sword, and the light of the tip of the sword lit up in the night. A flash of light from the tip of the sword danced rapidly, volleying out six sword runes. Each sword sigil was a cursive Oriental script, unrecognizable with Naimon's limited knowledge of Oriental script, but fortunately, Wei Buwu chanted the pronunciation of these six characters at the same time, saving him from being semi-literate.

"Fighting in the array!"

All the papers around him were instantly reconstructed, combined, and folded, turning into countless half-human-tall paper figures and paper horses, and there were more than five hundred of them at a glance. More paper figures could no longer stand on the bridge deck, so they simply transformed into paper kites, suspended above everyone's heads.

Six sword runes glowing with silver light lingered in the air for a long time. Wei Buwu's rune sword was raised, and behind the six sword runes, a new layer of six sword runes was stacked. The glyphs of these six new characters look similar to the previous six, but with subtle differences.

"The forerunner is coming!"

As soon as the six sword runes began, hundreds of paper figures, paper horses, and paper kites began to charge.

The resistance of the third boat was fleeting. The paper soldiers charged, all face to face, the sword slashed, and the stars were sprinkled like rain. Blood and black rotten water flowed on the phase bridge, obscuring the green fluorescent light on the bridge deck. The pulp is reassembled in the ashes of the undead to form a new legion.

After that, it was the same as before. After the third battleship was reduced to pulp and sprinkled into the sea, the fourth was the flagship.

The Lich Commander on the other side was no mean, he and his flagship sailors were already in full formation, six hundred, or eight hundred, accompanied by supernumerary spellcasters. With the roar of the ancient elves, three walls of fire were erected in front of the flagship, blocking the footsteps of the paper soldiers and people. The tallest wall of fire was more than two people high, and it was inevitable that a layer of skin would be burned if it was not fatal to rush through it. Behind this lineup, yes

A group of paper men and paper horses that rushed quickly fell into the wall of fire and turned into ashes in an instant. The generals under Wei Buwu's command restrained their horses in front of the wall of fire, and some of them smiled at the corners of their mouths, not worried at all.

They knew that the famous "nine-character mantra" could form eighteen characters in the form of positive and negative loops, and finally six more.

Wei Buwu raised his head and threw the talisman sword in his hand high. His other hand was in the air, and the sword drew the last six runes in the air.

Those six words are exactly what the cultivators of the Eastern Empire are all known for, "all the formations are fighting and marching"!

The front soldiers are all arrays, those who move forward are in front, and the arrays are all fighting soldiers.

A universal mantra for controlling "Daojutsu Summons".

The army of paper, which had been blindly charging, suddenly stopped, began to form an array, and no longer disappeared into those walls of fire.

Then, Wei Buwu turned his head and ordered the sailors and fleet mages behind him, "Disperse the wall of fire!"

Nemen Soleton, who had been behind him all along, also turned around and repeated the order aloud to the Phaseport garrison and priests: "Disperse the wall of fire!"

Both sides disperse and rebuild the area of the wall of fire at the end of each other's range. Paper-making armies dance between the cracks of the wall of fire, seizing at every crack in the wall of fire to advance and retreat, far more nimble and tricky than human armies, let alone the slow and stupid armies of the undead.

Seeing that the paper soldiers could no longer be blocked by the wall of fire, the lich on the opposite side saw the opportunity and hurriedly began to adjust their tactics.

"You cover the front row with fireballs!

Without hesitation, the flagship commander sacrificed the front row and replaced himself with long-range magic. As an undead lich commander who may have been "alive" from the time of the Elven Empire to the present, he has a wealth of decision-making experience. From the beginning, his army had cannon fodder undead in the front row, and the backbone of the army was the judging living of sailors, mercenary marines, and friends of the dead, and the back row was handed over to high-ranking ghosts, zombies, and knights who were loyal to himself.

He saw at a glance that the advantage of the opposite side was the ability to convert wood for his own use, and the weakness was fire, so he arranged his tactics accordingly. The mages of the second line of defense have replaced the walls of fire that have been gradually dispersed with fireballs, and those with muskets, cannons, and extended range magic have begun to try to shoot at the Free Army's ranks. Due to the distance, these attempts failed to cause casualties, but they had slowed their advance.

It was here that Wei Buwu encountered a noteworthy obstacle for the first time. As soon as he raised his hand, the paper kites lined up in a large group and flew over the enemy's makeshift fire wall and fire area, as if a goshawk had fallen straight out of the sky!

Papermaking is a soldier, calligraphy is a sword, the truth is the king, and the art of war is in the heart.

That is the secret technique of the Ling Yangwei family. Although it was just a paper-making technique, in the hands of Wei Buwu, it was even more threatening than those gorgeous high-level spells!

The tactics used by these paper kites are completely different from those of paper men and paper horses. They resemble weapons made of paper with the power of runes that turn into explosions of positive energy when they hit their targets. These paper kites flew past the layers of defenses and flew straight at the commanders and high-level mages of the undead army.

Three paper kites pounced on the lich's face one after another, exploding three white flowers of positive energy. This explosion wasn't enough to hurt a lich. The commander of the undead detachment was blown off his face by the explosion, revealing a blue-gray skeletal face like a dead man below. From his status and magic power, if he improves a little more, he may be able to restore his appearance as an elven nobleman.

He shook his head, pushed the mask back into place, and began to prepare for the magic to intercept the paper kites in the air.

"It's not very powerful, but it's enough to interfere with spellcasting......"

The lich's instincts, which had gone through hundreds or thousands of years, suddenly woke up, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. Of course, these paper kites couldn't have killed him.

"Interfere with the ...... of casting"

He suddenly came back to his senses, only to see a majestic sword light, slicing through the flames of the entire combat zone, heading straight in front of him!

That's exactly what Wei Buwu did on the other side of the magical fire blockade.

"Survival!

He stood up from his stirrups and called out the real names of his pair of flying swords. As the first upstart family of the Eastern Empire, the power of the Ling Yang Wei clan extended from Muleiman to the Xinzhou Continent, and their mastery also traversed all factions in the Eastern magic world, from Yin Yang, Danding, Fu to Flying Sword. "Survival" and "Succession" are the names of his pair of natal flying swords.

Naimon secretly asked Anne's memory bank in his mind about the meaning of the names of the pair of flying swords, and the memory bank of the part-time universal translator gave him the answer.

"To survive is to 'save a nation that is about to perish,' and to succeed is to 'inherit knowledge that may be lost.'" ”

By the time the memory bank was unraveled to Naimun, the pair of flying swords had already been attached to the shoulders of the young master of the Wei clan. The pair of flying swords swept the entire battle zone at a low altitude with his indescribable speed, only to reach the undead lich who was looking at the paper kite in the air!

As the commander of the detachment and a high-level spellcaster, the lich of the revival elven empire has its own talisman magic. Although his attention was distracted, it was more than a single raid could kill

If the opponent on the opposite side is not the young master of the Wei family.

On the tips of the pair of flying swords, a bamboo slip was burning. It was the high-level law-breakers of the Eastern Empire, that is, the "Great Confucian", who followed the ancient method of writing the so-called Confucian mantra.

"The child is silent......"

Wei Buwu whispered the famous Confucian saying.

"Blame, force, chaos, God!"

Each word slammed into the lich's protection like a bronze printed type. These seven Eastern words were heard by everyone on the battlefield.

"What does that mean?"

"The Great Mentor forbids talking about monsters, magic, chaos, and ghosts. ”

In the solution of the memory bank, the commander of this undead detachment, along with the life box he placed on the flagship, turned into snow-white ash.

The flagship of this detachment, after this blow of Wei Buwu, melted into the sea as pulp. The middle and low-level undead who were left behind lost their command and were destroyed by the rest of the people.

After the fourth battleship was no longer blocking the way, they found that the road to the east coast ahead was unblocked.

The fifth ship of this detachment had already fled.

A whole detachment, five well-coordinated light and heavy battleships of all classes, and more than 3,000 troops, collapsed in front of Wei Buwu alone!

Most of the people present were seeing the members of the Wei family who controlled the Seventh Fleet for the first time exert their true strength.

With the true strength of one enemy and one fleet.

More than one bishop and officer privately pondered such a question in their hearts: the heir is already so good, what kind of demeanor should the governor of Lingyangmen Port, the head of the Wei family, the commander of the Seventh Fleet of the Free Navy, Wei Taiping = Marshal Piswayne himself?

In this premonition, they approached the bridgehead on the east coast, which was in full swing. If a whole detachment and five warships can't stop them, these undead marines can't either.

There was a vague premonition in people's hearts: maybe on this very night, they would see the living legend turn the tide of battle.

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