"What's a good move?"

Katerina, whose attention was focused on the battlefield, turned her head: "Father, what are you talking about?" ”

"The conspiracy of the Great Church, I'll talk about that later." Ma Wei looked at the infantry regiment that was charging below and said, "Let's first figure out the magic used by the Wisdom God Cult. ”

Astral magic is a branch of natural magic, but unlike traditional natural magic, it must be triggered by a specific magic circle in order to exert the power of the stars.

There is an ancient discipline that corresponds to it, astrology.

These introductions are included in the surviving texts of the Cult of the Apocalypse, but unfortunately, Mikhail Belinsky did not record the magic array of astrological magic, and the Cult of Apocalypse can be said to have a blank understanding of astrological magic, while the Cult of Wisdom seems to be quite deeply studied.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

The sky was obscured by black fog, the power of the starlight could not be extended, and the magic cast by Archbishop Henry was useless, but he had created enough chaos for the enemy army. Under the command of Duke Yovanovich, the infantry phalanx began to charge towards the slopes of the hill where the enemy troops were, constantly advancing under the cover of artillery.

The battle officially began, the cavalry outflanked from both flanks, the infantry attacked head-on, the roars and gunfire were endless, and with the blessing of the immortal realm, the second army of the Windsor Kingdom was not afraid of guns at all, they were half-kneeling on the hillside, constantly pulling the trigger, and shooting the soldiers who rushed up the hillside.

After they are shot, the injuries will heal quickly, but the pain is unavoidable, the sharp pain from the bullet hitting the body, constantly eating away at their tense nerves, in order not to let the soldiers collapse, the front soldier will retreat to the rear after a round of bullets, and the next row of soldiers will be on top.

The shadow of the queue shooting tactics can still be seen in the formation, but it has improved a lot, at least...

Amid the roar of Duke Yovanovich, the soldiers began to abandon their formation and chose to rush forward to fight the enemy.

They have an absolute numerical superiority, and it is too stupid to shoot at an enemy with advanced weapons, and it is better to fight in close combat.

Under the desperate group charge, even the advanced Delesse bolt-action rifles could not kill the enemy troops all over the mountains, these soldiers who were called gray cattle by the nobles, Duke Yin Wanovich was not distressed at all, as long as their sacrifice could tear through the enemy formation, then his goal was achieved.

The plan was 'beautiful', but the reality was that the soldiers of the Romanov kingdom were no match for the Second Army, whether in hand-to-hand combat or hand-to-hand combat, and they did rush up the hillside, wielding sharp knives, shovels, and bread as hard as stones to fight the enemy in hand-to-hand combat, and then suffered heavy casualties, and the corpses were almost piled up into a mountain.

The enemy is a monster that can't be killed at all!

Just as the soldiers were about to be defeated, the priests of the Cult of Wisdom finally cast their magic.

The chaotic battlefield lit up with the fluorescent glow of the ring, and behind the priest of the Cult of Wisdom, a huge phantom appeared, wearing a crown and armor, and holding a long sword, as majestic as a king, standing in the cold wind.

As the priests continued to chant, the phantom became more and more solid, and finally, the king raised his long sword and pointed it at the enemy, and the soldiers who were about to be defeated suddenly turned red as if they had been beaten with blood, clenched their weapons in their hands, and charged again without fear of death.

The morale of the soldiers of the Romanov Kingdom burst out with amazing combat effectiveness, knotted muscles burst out on their bony arms, exuding heat all over their bodies, even if they were hit by bullets and swords, they could not stop their bodies, and the dancing shovels could easily smash the enemy's heads, and both strength and speed had increased by leaps and bounds.

The stalemate situation was reversed in an instant, and the numerical advantage was brought into full play at this moment, even if the soldiers of the Windsor Kingdom were immortal monsters, they were still afraid, looking at the countless enemy troops in front of them, shouting loudly in an unknown language, they could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts, and began to flee.

"Stop! Stop for Lao Tzu!

！ ”

The commander angrily scolded: "You won't die!" What's there to be afraid of?! ”

In the next second, the commander was thrown to the ground by an enemy soldier, he shot backhanded, and the bullet pierced directly through the opponent's chest, but the other party ignored it, vomiting blood, and smashing his head with a huge stiff black bread, his expression was hideous and terrifying, no matter how many times the commander's head recovered, it would be smashed again by the bread.

After a while, the bread finally stopped falling, and the exhausted soldier fell to the ground, convulsed and died, and the recovered commander gasped for breath with fear in his eyes, and finally, when he saw that there were more enemy troops rushing towards him, his nerves broke completely, screamed, and crawled to join the fleeing party.

"Hahaha!"

Looking at the scattered enemy troops, Duke Yinvanovich, who was supervising the battle in the rear, laughed heartily and asked Archbishop Henry, "What kind of magic is this?" ”

"Ancient magic, King." Archbishop Henry smiled and said, "This is not offensive magic, but it can boost morale and make the soldiers brave death, just like the king himself, and exert their combat power close to the limits of their physical bodies." ”

"Oh... I thought it was the magic of the living dead. Duke Yovanovich twisted his beard and said thoughtfully, "If, I mean if, wouldn't it be better to use morale-boosting magic with the immortal magic of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate?" ”

"You're smart, Duke Yovanovich."

Archbishop Henry bowed his head and said, "This combination can indeed turn soldiers into immortal living dead, and the magic used by the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate is called the Realm of Eternal Life." ”

"Looks like I'm pretty adaptable when it comes to magic."

Just when Duke Yovanovich was complacent, the soldiers who rushed up the hillside suddenly fell in pieces, and the originally good situation changed again.

The realm of death unfolds, and the priests who worship Tilde, the goddess of sin, use their killer skills to summon the seducers from the land of the dead and begin to harvest the lives of their soldiers.

As more and more soldiers rushed up the hillside, more and more soul seducers emerged from the gray mist, but it took time for them to harvest their souls, and there were always fish that slipped through the net, and these fish that slipped through the net...

He had already rushed to the group of priests who were casting the realm of death.

Without the soldiers' resistance, the enemy easily rushed to the front, and seeing that the situation was not good, the priests could only turn and retreat, and follow the fleeing soldiers, fleeing towards the west.

The die is cast.

The first counterattack of the Romanov kingdom was successful, they recaptured the land outside the city of Tyumen, it was a disastrous victory, countless corpses were scattered on the land, almost all of them died were soldiers of the Romanov kingdom, even though they repelled the enemy, but the enemy lost only some weapons and supplies.

"Let's go, Your Highness."

Mavi picked up Yunia, turned on her horse, and said to Katerina, "It's time for us to discuss the next move." ”