Chapter 268: Magic Council

"Church! Where is the pastor of the church? Why didn't they stop each other's spells?"
The violent and scorching rain of fire did not take care of him because of his dignity. Instead, Prince Gresta and the many ground knights gathered around him caused a larger-scale bombardment. If not for the loyal guards to protect him, I am afraid Will die on the spot.
Even now, it's not much better. Most of the guards around him died in battle, and even he himself was in tattered clothes and embarrassed. The left cheek was charred and carbonized, and his brain was almost ripened.
"This is a delayed fighter. I will sentence them to death and burn them all!"
Prince Gresta roared, almost dead, he could not suppress his anger at all.
The knights with strong melee combat ability, but almost no long-range attack ability can fight, and even the largest power of mages is about to be wiped out. The mages have their own long-range power, that is, the gods cast by the priest legion provided by the Church of Light. To fight against the powerful spells of the wizard.
You must know that although these mages are weak in body, they are not without melee strength. They often cultivate their own knight-level followers, use various movement restriction spells, and even the strong can form their own golem army. Coupled with their far more powerful spells than knights' hand-to-hand combat, it is enough to make any close combat desperate at the same level.
Although the divine art of the Church of Light is single, it is not more complicated than the magic of the wizard, but when the church and the knight are fully integrated, it is the worst nightmare of the enemy.
The combination of knights and priests is an indestructible golden combination on the battlefield. Now the priest legion that should have provided them with cover has not moved at all. The knights that let him have suffered heavy casualties, how can this not make him angry?
"Where's that Ollie? Let him come out and explain to me!"
Seeing that his carefully accumulated wings suddenly lost half, Prince Gresta's heart was dripping blood, and the knife from within was the most hateful. If it weren't for the last trace of reason, he could hardly help drawing his sword behind him. The priest regiment was killed.
"Prince Gresta, Bishop Ollie has his own strategic considerations.
Also, he is not your subordinate, no matter what he does, someone in the church will handle it, and it has nothing to do with you. "
An obese church high-level man wearing a golden priest's robe and meticulously combing his hair came to the battlefield under the protection of a team of church knights. He was very unhappy when he heard Prince Gresta's angry speech.
"Haha, it has nothing to do with me?"
Prince Gresta blushed and said coldly: "Very well, it has nothing to do with me. Then the next time your priest regiment faces an attack by the Golem Legion, it has nothing to do with me. I promise, I and my soldiers We will also look at your screams."
He looked at the vice-bishop in front of him mockingly: "I hope these so-called church knights by your side can protect the life of your fat pig."
"You heresy, you dare to blaspheme the glory of the Lord, you..."
The fat church leaders were furious and wanted to say something, but thought that if these lords did not rescue their fate at a critical moment, they would immediately calm down and throw out a piece of parchment with the seal of a lion.
"We have notified in advance and got the consent of the Imperial Command. This is an order they gave you. You must cooperate with our next actions."
"Order? Why don't I know?"
Prince Gresta picked up the parchment, his face changed, and finally had to say: "I will obey the court's orders."
In the middle of the battlefield, the commander of the Mage Legion turned pale after casting this spell, solemnly took out a palm-sized key engraved with six stars from his arms, and injected his spiritual power into it.
There was a rumbling sound, and the soil on the ground rolled like waves, and smoke was filled. In the eyes of everyone excited, a huge airship appeared in shape. It was bigger than the palace of the palace, and the whole body was black iron color. Two ferocious barrels.
Old Mage Reagan sighed slightly: "This is almost the last card of the Magic Council. The treasures gained from the ruins of the ancient magic empire, I thought I could win or lose on the battlefield, but I didn't expect it to be used to escape in the end. "
"Get on the boat, we still have a chance, with the help of the location of the magic capital, we can defeat these false gods running dogs!"
That's how it is said, but let alone those dejected subordinates, even he himself does not believe it, but what else can he do?
The huge hatch opened, and under the cover of the loyal and impossible betrayal golem army on the periphery, these wizards slowly boarded the magic airship. To Reagan's expectation, the attack of the knight army was more than expected. Among them are much weaker, and the opponent's pastor's troops are strangely not doing anything.
Years of expedition career has made him smell something wrong, but it doesn’t matter. With the resistance of these golem legions and the protection of the magic airship, they can’t have anything to do. The next thing to worry about is that there is little hope Defend the Magic City.
Hum~
The light blue light flashed across the body of the magic airship, and slowly rose into the air. By the landing cabin of the command room, Reagan silently looked at the golem army desperately resisting below, and a heartache flashed in his eyes.
These golem legions, which are almost comparable to the ground knights, are the foundation accumulated by the Magic Council for many years, but now they have to be abandoned here like garbage.
Without the source of magic power provided by the magic airship, these golems can only fight for a few minutes before they become dead without will.
"Teacher, what do you think our end will be?
Was he directly beheaded, or was he tied to a torture frame, and burned to death in the sight of those foolish people gloating? "
Behind him, Arthur, the youngest disciple who temporarily served as the messenger, suddenly asked.
Reagan saw that he was only sixteen or seven years old, but he was already a disciple of the official mage rank, and his eyes were a bit sour: "Arthur, you are a genius above magic. You are my best disciple and a member of the Magic Empire. proud.
However, you were born in the wrong time, the magic council is retreating every day, those barbarians who do not understand magic are despicable and shameless, those lowly common people are not grateful, false gods hold the transcendence and do not allow us mortals to pursue the profound meaning of magic.
There is no way, it is a tease of fate. "
In front of the disciples, Reagan did not hide, the sadness in the words directly overflowed.
Hearing such desperate words, Arthur was still calm, as if he had expected it a long time ago: "So, teacher, have you considered other ways out?"
"Other way out?"
Seemingly sad and fragile, Reagan's face was startled, and he took a little alert: "A way out? What way out?
Do you want to betray the Magic Council to join the church or the lords, even if you have to wear the Forbidden Oculus, and serve those pigs like a dog for life? "
The voice became severe at the last blow, and the magic lock on the magic airship appeared next to Arthur, still with a glimmer of hope: "Say, tell me this is not the case, you just fainted under the pressure That's it."