The crystals at the top of the turret that were not illuminated by the sun were dim and dull, but when the mage stationed inside began to mobilize the surrounding magical wind and poured it into it, they began to emit a white flash like a small sun.

It can be easily seen for kilometers.

Ten bright spots like small suns lit up at the same time, causing the first batch of Khorne believers who were charging to close their eyes.

Even the elf soldiers standing on the city wall with their backs to the top of the tower felt that the light around them was terrifying, let alone those facing the turret.

They are like vacuum cleaners, violently sucking the surrounding magical wind into their bodies, constantly filling the energy storage chambers carved by the archmages inside these crystals.

Ten percent...

Fifty percent...

Seventy percent...

One hundred and twenty percent!

When ten real little suns were formed, and Carter could see a trace of doubt in the eyes of the charging Khorne believers even from two or three kilometers away, he knew the time had come.

"Fire!"

The moment Carter's voice was transmitted to the magic turret through the communication crystal, the ten turrets that were ready to launch fired ten blue light balls with tail flames.

They easily crossed a distance of 2.5 kilometers and landed exactly where the stormtroopers were most densely packed.

The moment they touched the body of the fallen, these magic missiles blended with the eight winds exploded instantly. They were not like fire but were better than the high temperature and magic effect of fire, directly tearing the Chaos believers within five meters into pieces, no matter how solid they were.

The armor was still muscle like stone, and was instantly torn into hundreds of pieces of flesh and iron filings.

The ones farther away were directly blown dozens of meters away, falling to the ground like a piece of rag. If you look closely, their limbs and heads are already distorted.

The coverage effect of these magic missiles is not great. It is only about ten meters when fully hit. However, as long as the enemies within this range can hardly escape the fate of death, the enemies in the five-meter core area will be killed suddenly.

Otherwise, they will be blown away by the explosion, and they will be seriously disabled even if they don't die.

Ten magic missiles fell, instantly killing more than two hundred Chaos believers, which was almost one-tenth of the number of people in the first wave of charging troops!

Ordinary mortal troops, suffering such a blow, would probably have collapsed and fled back. However, the followers of Khorne, whose morale is extremely high and almost always determined to never be defeated, will not be defeated unless they see a big demon being killed by an elf in front of their own eyes.

Defeat, otherwise there is almost no reason to stop once the attack is launched.

Khorne does not favor the defeated, and even a trivial failure cannot be tolerated by it. Therefore, once you embark on the path of the Blood God, you will never have a chance to look back. You can only continue to kill and sacrifice everything.

Visible flesh and blood can barely satisfy the blood god's expectations.

Once there are no enemies, the followers of the Blood God will have to fight each other. The rest of their lives will be tied to eternal killing and war. The moment of failure and death is when they fall into the eternal abyss.

…

The missiles fired from the crystal on the top of the turret are not only extremely powerful and will surely kill any enemy within the killing range, but the rate of fire is also astonishingly fast.

Ten seconds after the first round of bombardment ended, the magic crystal filled with energy fired another round. Almost at the moment when the last magic missile finished its killing, the second round was fired into the charging team.

"Boom!" x10

"Ah!"

Waves of flying broken limbs and falling bloody viscera fell on the still living followers of Khorne, but this could not scare the followers of the Blood God.

The various laser weapons and large-scale magic used by the eldest sons of the ancient saints in Lustrcia can take away an entire legion of Chaos believers every time they are launched. Even the fifth- and sixth-level demons are like rats.

They were crushed to death at once, but even so, they still lined up and rushed towards those ancient cities.

A team that has experienced that kind of battle will not be easily deterred by an attack of this level.

When the remaining two thousand followers of Khorne rushed two kilometers away from the city wall, ballistae and ballistas joined in the bloody massacre.

Like raindrops of loose stones, crossbow arrows and missiles fell on the most densely populated areas, taking away the creatures that fell into the outer path one after another.

The neat and clean floor was soaked with their blood.

The three thousand people who charged in the first round did not even reach the city wall, and were slaughtered by the mages and engineers in the magic turret. The few lucky ones who were brave and flexible and successfully reached the city wall two to three hundred meters were killed.

The longbowman who has been waiting for a long time kills him with precision.

When the last charging believer screamed and fell to the ground, shouting unwillingly, before the elves could give out a shout of victory, the Chaos army five kilometers away began to send out uniform prayers.

"Blood, dazzling blood, the source of life. When the blood comes out, I surrender. When the blood flows, I live. When the bleeding stops, I die!"

"The dream of our generation is to sacrifice all the creatures in the world with blood and sword. Only in this way can its kingdom come!"

"Please accept the humble sacrifice of my skull!"

Like a whisper from hell, tens of thousands of people speak a sentence at the same speed and tone, and can be easily heard even from miles away.

Although they don't understand, those who are not strong-willed have a trace of fear deep in their hearts.

"How can we win the final victory if we can't kill something we're afraid of?"

A young man from Avalon couldn't help but feel confused when he heard the firm tone of the distant shouts.

A veteran who followed Carter all the way back from the outer ring heard his words and patted his shoulder gently:

"Using everything we have, as if we want our children to pass on our Assur civilization, no matter what the cost, we must defeat them! Don't be afraid of children, Assur's pride does not allow us to be timid here.

"

As the deafening prayers became louder and louder, another group of Khorne believers rushed out.

But before they could run away, a third group, a fourth group, and even giant beasts followed their footsteps and rushed over.

The battle-hardened demons understand that they must launch continuous waves of attacks to avoid turning the battle into a fueling tactic.

But even so, this kind of attack, which can add up to tens of thousands of people, is actually just a test attack.

They are testing the firepower and trump cards of this fortress little by little, preparing for the final battle.

Only demons from the subspace have the capital to consume tens of thousands of warriors capable of destroying or founding a country as cannon fodder under such a strong city.

"Isn't this ridiculous? What you just said is not even an appetizer. Boy, be prepared. You can do whatever I tell you. If you don't obey, I won't be sad for you even if you die."

The veteran just chuckled and said to the Avalon recruit assigned to him next to him.
Chapter completed!