House Witch

  Chapter 472 471. Fantasy that shines into reality

  War is always cruel, even if you use any slogans and reasons to whitewash it, this is always an unchangeable fact.

   At the gate of the city of sin, blood flowed like a river on this day.

   This is not an adjective, but a genuine and realistic description. At this time, the earth has really faintly glowed red, which is the color of blood.

On the earth, the church's expeditionary army and the "villains" who sounded the horn of resistance were strangled together at this time. As a church that symbolized light and justice, the armor of the priests was mostly silver-white, and the rebels The mechanical armor they wear is not so fancy, almost all of them are painted in black.

  This black and white are intertwined once. If you look down on the entire battlefield from above, the two sides are like the black and white dragons biting each other on the Go board.

  At this moment, the chess players on both sides are also nervously waiting for the result of this game.

   After all, neither of the two who are now caught in the strategic balance situation dare to move first. They are all waiting for their reinforcements to win, so as to help them out of the predicament.

Sophilia's mood was a little more nervous at this time. After all, she thought that the church's regular army she brought could quickly complete the suppression of such a motley army composed of mortals, but the reality was not as she expected. Things went so smoothly, and the army of the church fell into a bitter battle at this time.

If we only look at the individual quality or personal strength of the two sides, then there is no doubt that the church army has an absolute advantage. All the priests are genuine old-fashioned superhumans, professional fighters, and rich combat experience. Far from being able to compare with this group of mortals who have just entered the battlefield.

But war is not a one-on-one duel. In fact, total war is more about cooperation, consumption, logistics, etc. In a total war, unless it is the kind that can fight alone Monsters, otherwise personal force is really not that important.

  But the church's expeditionary army was a regular army after all, and they didn't make any mistakes in terms of team coordination, logistics supplies, etc., but even so, they still fell into a hard fight, because the opponent's strength was somewhat beyond their expectations.

This opponent doesn't look like a motley army at all. The cooperation between them is too tacit. Who is in charge of defense, who is in charge of attack, who is in charge of cover, etc. The division of labor is very clear. Of course, the war just started. At that time, the group of rebels was still a little flustered for a while, but then their cooperation became inexplicably smooth, as if an invisible hand suddenly took control of the overall situation, bringing all of them together. Same.

   And it’s okay to just cooperate with each other tacitly, the key is that the guys on the opposite side are really too rich.

Well, that's right, as the representative of the world's top armed forces, the Church's army has always been famous for its high salary and generous spending. Their military pay is the highest, the military rations are the best, and all benefits such as weapons and equipment are also provided. In the past, the church was always envied by the opponents, but now, the soldiers of the church suddenly found that they seemed a little poor.

After all, let’s not talk about how in this era when steel is a scarce commodity, how did the rebels on the opposite side manage to have a set of steel armor per capita, and it’s not an ordinary armor, but a mechanical armor with weird power. At first glance, the gadget is much more advanced than the knight armor worn by the priests.

And it’s just that the armor is good enough. These guys all carry full potions with them. When the paladins managed to break the sturdy and scary armor on the opposite side, thinking that they could seriously injure the opponent, they suddenly looked at it. A mechanical sound suddenly came from the strange armor of the rebels.

  【It is detected that the host’s vital signs have declined, and the emergency mode is automatically turned on. 】

After such a sound sounded, a needle suddenly protruded from the armor's neck, and then a pure healing potion was injected into the wearer's neck, and the worker who should have been seriously injured immediately became slightly injured. Even under the stimulation of drugs, he became a little more brave.

   This made the priests of the church a little confused.

After all, potions are more precious materials than metal armor. The deployment of this thing is very troublesome, the price is very expensive, and it needs special channels to buy, and there is a shelf life. It cannot be passed down for generations like weapons and equipment. .

As professional soldiers who lick their blood to make a living, the clergy will grit their teeth and buy a potion or two as a means of saving their lives. Of course, because potions are too precious, they are actually reluctant to take drugs unless they have to. .

   But on the other side, it doesn’t matter if you take drugs for serious injuries, but you also take drugs for minor injuries, and what level of potion is this potion? Why doesn’t the potion I bought work as quickly as yours?

The clerics who were also hurt and took drugs were very angry at this time. They all doubted whether they had bought fake drugs. Not only does the potion not strengthen the combat power, but the pure healing effect is not as fast as others. How can it consume more than the opposite side?

  Maybe melee is not enough, we can try long range?

   Well, after all, the clergy are all supernatural beings. They have supernatural powers that ordinary people don't know. Naturally, they all have some abilities to hurt people from a distance.

However, when the clergy with such thoughts really pulled away and prepared to cast spells, they saw that the rebels on the opposite side also put away the swords in their hands, and then raised their arms. A short hollow metal tube protruded from the mechanical armor.

   then

   Bang bang bang.

  The crisp gunshots resounded across the battlefield, and also taught these medieval clergymen what it means to be "My lord, the times have changed."

  Although supernatural power is beautiful, but instant magic, instant magic and so on are not for everyone.

  Of course, even though the rebels have such good equipment and supply advantages, in fact, the church has always had the advantage throughout the war. After all, the gap between the regular army and the motley army is not so easy to bridge.

  Even if the rebels have tried their best, but for now, the battle damage ratio of the two sides is almost one to three, with the church one and the rebels three.

Seeing that the death rate of the rebels soon reached 30%, judging from the experience of the priests, the morale of the enemy army at this time should have declined greatly. After all, don’t look at the percentage The statistic of 30 doesn’t seem like a big deal, only three out of ten were killed, and it feels like it can still be fought, but for the current large-scale war of hundreds of thousands, 30% already represents the real corpses littering the field , Blood flowed into rivers.

However, what makes the clergy terrified is that the rebels on the opposite side really do not play their cards according to common sense, and each of these guys is not afraid of death, even if the comrades around him are dying, only the One person, but that person still dared to launch a desperate suicide charge. This is true, so that these church masters can't understand.

You want to say that this is really not afraid of death, but it doesn't seem to be the case, because when charging, many of the "lonely" rebels trembled. Obviously they were afraid, but they were obviously afraid of it. If you don't run, why fight?

Seeing that the battle armor on his body was broken, with more than a dozen weapons stuck in his body, the enemy who was already on the verge of death was still crawling forward desperately on the ground, and then used his last strength to bite the foot of a priest in front of him. , causing the opponent to make a mistake, and then was taken away by the surrounding rebel comrades. The rebel finally swallowed the flesh and blood of the enemy with a mouthful, and then closed his eyes with a smile.

  This scene made the clergymen who witnessed it terrified.

And this is not an isolated case. Most of the rebels did not choose to run away when they were seriously injured and dying, and there was no medicine to save them. Instead, they continued to charge and used their last strength to give the people around them Teammates create kill chances

   "Damn it, why, why don't you run away."

   "Don't come here, you untouchables must be possessed by the devil"

   "Enough is enough, this is definitely the power of the devil, this group of untouchables is controlled by the devil, they are all possessed"

   "No, I don't want to die, I."

Slowly, when the battle loss rate of the rebel army has reached 50%, the battle loss rate of the church army has also reached 30%, but their morale is not as strong as that of the opposing rebel army. At this time, many church troops have already A rout began to appear.

They are really scared. After all, the clergy are also human, so they will naturally be afraid. Facing the enemy, they will die, even if they die, they will die with you. If you don’t lose one, you can earn two blood. Their inner line of defense really couldn't hold it anymore.

   Seeing the teammates around him being replaced one by one by the opponent, how can the masters of the church not panic, how can they not run, and if they don't run, they will be overwhelmed by the "demons" on the opposite side.

Most of the clergymen who can join the most elite troops of the church are noblemen or sons of wealthy businessmen. They turn to the church only because the church can bring them wealth and power, but you make them really die for their beliefs. Few people are willing to do so. .

  I don’t really think that the clergy are fanatics who can dedicate themselves to their faith.

  As more and more priests fled, the advantage of the rebel army began to gradually expand.

  Dorothy looked at the comrades below who were gradually gaining the upper hand, but she was really not very happy. After all, even if she was in the sky, she could clearly see and smell the corpses all over the ground and the **** smell soaring into the sky.

  Even though she knew that this was just a fantasy in Witch Night, and that the corpses all over the floor were just npcs made up of afterimages from the past, the house witch still felt a little panicked at this moment.

  After all, even if the person is fake, but this trust, this awareness of voluntarily throwing her head and blood because she believed her words and thoughts, is real.

   And can I be worthy of this awareness? Can she really afford this expectation?

  Dorothy didn't know, she thought she could do it before, but looking at the wreckage all over the ground, she felt more and more that her previous awareness might seem a little shallow.

   Again, the player cannot really empathize with the npc.

  Dinisha, who was beating Michael at the side, also looked at the wreckage all over the ground with complicated eyes at this time, as well as the rebels who were desperate and still charging.

  Dinisha never really regarded these mortals as comrades-in-arms. Everything she did before was purely for her younger sister, Dorothy, and because her younger sister wanted to do it, she carried it out.

   But now, Miss Shepherdess' eyes flickered.

She had been betrayed by her flock before, so she no longer trusted the new flock, but now, she could understand a little bit what Dorothy said to her before, "Man and sheep are not the same thing." same" means.

  Everything she did was for Dorothy, and these mortals below were so brave, it must be for their "Dorothy".

  Dinisha thought so in her heart.

  At this moment, the mind of the future Miss God King changed a little bit.

  The flock is not worth looking forward to, but these comrades, she may be able to look forward to it a little bit.

On the other hand, Sophilia's brows were tightly furrowed, although the strong belief of all the fanatics erupted from the rebels had already prepared her mentally, knowing that she might not get any cheap this time .

  But when she saw that her regular army was demoralized by the motley army on the opposite side, she still found it hard to accept.

  After being surprised, she was slightly confused. After all, she had never encountered such an enemy army before, so naturally she didn't know how to deal with it.

In the past, she has always been a schoolmaster who memorizes all the disintegration formulas. No matter what difficulties she encounters, she just needs to apply the formulas, and she will win without knowing it. But now, this question She has never seen it before, and there is no formula for her, what's the matter?

It's not like she hasn't seen brave enemies before, but most of those enemies' bravery is the effect of medicine or magic, as long as the medicine or magic is dispelled, but the root cause of the rebel army of Missy It's not those external forces, which cannot be dispelled.

  For a while, Angel Pure White was at a loss.

   Fortunately, she calmed down quickly. Now is not the time for her to panic. At this time, everyone can panic, but she, the main general, cannot panic.

   Sophilia's body flashed with a few magical lights, and she forcibly regained her composure. After she calmed down, she looked at the defeat again, and she suddenly thought of something.

   "Could this be the legendary Master of Miracles?"

  She remembered the records she had seen in a certain book, which was a legendary army that she regarded as a fantasy in the past, and in this way, the fantasy seemed to be reflected into the reality.

  The angel is meditating

   Alas, I only hate that the writing style is too hot, I can’t write that kind of feeling, it’s uncomfortable.

  (end of this chapter)