Chapter 325: Kill you with money (Part 2)

Salin stared at the central army of the Holy See five miles away. The old man in a red robe was the leader of this army, right? If he could mobilize the two level nine magicians to force the attack, Salin would have taken all the strong men around him to deal with that person.

Unfortunately, the ninth-level magician was just guarding the West Town, and he could not let them go into Metatriline City to settle down. The future Metatriline City will be from Srieg Island.

After the central army of the Expeditionary Force, there was a team of 5,000 people. These five thousand people were wearing black armor and were full of murderous aura. Salin was very afraid of this team of 5,000 people.

The strength of this team is not much different from Rex's elite Swordsman Camp. It may be that the combat effectiveness can be equal in terms of equipment.

Moreover, there are more than a dozen high-level magicians in this black armor army.

While observing, Salin saw again that there were three people in the Black Armor Army who were invited by a red-robed magician to the side of the old man in the red robed. Salin could not hear what they said, but could see that the old man in the red robed was very polite to the three people.

At this time, Salin saw the clues. The strength of the three people was probably higher than that of the old man in red. Salin looked very familiar with the characteristics of one of them. If he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember it. Salin had to use the Figaro magic formula to calculate the way this person walked.

After calculation, Salin felt a little creepy. The way this man in black robe walked reached 90% similar to that of a person, and he was Prince Safiros of Holy Rock City.

This person is not a magician at all, but a golden sword saint!

The Golden Sword Saint is too rare in this world, but its combat power is definitely more than that of the ninth-level magician. The restriction on the Golden Sword Saint in Metathrin City is too limited. The Golden Sword Saint can easily fly to the height of the city head and kill wildly on the city wall.

The Golden Sword Saint is afraid of the siege of the Nine-level magician, because during the long-distance flight, the Golden Sword Saint cannot fly to the Nine-level magician. The Nine-level magician's equipment may have holy weapons or even magical artifacts. If you fight alone, the Nine-level magician cannot beat the Golden Sword Saint. However, facing the Golden Sword Saint, the Nine-level magician will definitely choose to attack together.

"Go and invite Uncle Feret!" Salin's voice was a little quick, and Neris felt the fear in Salin's heart.

"All arrow towers, replace them with magic arrows." Salin gave the second order.

"Let Banchagana come over, Diabinas, prepare to take action." Salin immediately issued the third order.

"Zola... don't cherish your weapons. If a strong man rushed to the top of the city, the tears will be destroyed." Salin's heart moved. He originally wanted to invite Elino to come over, but Elino wanted to deal with the Three Kings. Once her skills were exposed, it would be impossible to deal with the Three Kings in the future.

"Nania, go back to the temple."

"Sarin, I won't go back!" Nanya also felt the crisis. She had never seen Sarin so nervous.

"Listen to me, don't disturb the morale of the army!" Salin said sternly.

Golden Sword Saint! Golden Sword Saint! If this man in black is the Golden Sword Saint, then I... can only lose money. I can't beat you, but I can kill you with money.

In the central army of the Holy See, three black-clothed slaughterers came to Archbishop Nicholas and barely bowed. They were also embarrassed. It seemed that Archbishop Nicholas could not only not defeat the city, but also could be wiped out.

"Three, the one in front... is Metatriline City. I'm afraid I can't do anything about it. Should I do it for three?" Nicholas stumbled and was in a state of uneasy.

"Sir, the battle has just begun, and the enemy situation has not been clearly observed. If we attack rashly, the jailers will suffer a lot." The three killers told the truth this time, and they also felt that this city was difficult to attack. If they were 100,000 jailers, they would naturally have confidence. The number of jailers in their hands is only 5,000, and the regular army is only 25,000.

The remaining 70,000 people can only fight to this day by fanatical faith. However, if you want to conquer the city of Metattering, you can't rely on faith.

"Okay, I'll arrange another attack. When it's dark, I'll ask the three to take action in person. How about it?" Nicholas made a very reluctant request. The three killers nodded.

"Sir, try to use soldiers to get rid of the tired enemies. When they are tired, the three of us will take action at the same time."

The conversations between these people fell in Salin's eyes, but Salin couldn't speak Tanggulas. He could only look at the lip shape and could not calculate what they were saying. Salin thought, in the future, I would learn more languages ​​and I could know from a distance what others were saying, which was easier to eavesdrop on than wind magic.

Salin was still giving orders casually, but now he refused to go down the city wall. Judging from the expression of the opponent's commander, he might be fighting for trapped beasts.

Among the three men in black, one was the Golden Sword Saint, and the other two were probably magicians or magicians. There were magicians in the Inquisition, but they rarely left Purgatory. If these people left Purgatory, they might be killed by other magicians.

The Feretts and his wife soon arrived at the top of the city. Salin asked his left and right to retreat, leaving only his confidants. Then he said to the Feretts and his wife who sat down: "Uncle Ferett, Aunt Lanni, I want to know, how many level nine magic scrolls can you release in a row?"

"Level 9 reel?" Feilete was stunned for a moment. Salin quickly took off the white crystal ring in his hand and handed it to Feilete.

"Wear this, you can release four, and then it will take at least an hour to restore all your mental power. Your aunt... can release two in a row. If you release three, we will never have the ability to protect ourselves."

"Six level nine magic should be enough. Uncle Ferett and Aunt Lannie, there is one of the enemies, maybe the Golden Sword Saint. I have a piece of equipment that only has one blow, but even a level ten strong man cannot resist it head-on. But this equipment... I can't use it to lock the enemy for attack. It's a straight-line attack similar to the ancient magic cannon."

When Feret and Lanni heard that there was a Golden Sword Saint among the enemy, they were startled at first, and then they heard that Salin had a piece of equipment that could release attacks to kill a level ten strong man, and they were shocked again. Salin had given them a lot of surprises, and this time, it was undoubtedly the strongest shock.

"If we can't kill him, we will all die." Salin made a quiet statement.

“How much time do you need?”

"It will take half a second at most. I just need to let him pause for half a second, and I can kill this guy." Salin answered affirmatively. The power condensed in the family badge can actually be emitted instantly, but it still takes a little time to capture the target and aim. It takes half a second, Salin takes half a second.

If it is not a level nine magic, the Golden Sword Saint can break it at will, and the movements may not be much slower, let alone being trapped and unable to move. At least six level nine magics are required to keep the Golden Sword Saint motionless.

"I will send Neris, Tris, Zola to protect my uncle and aunt." Salin gave the strongest people around him to the two in one breath, because no one except them and his wife could release so many level nine magic scrolls.

Six level nine magic scrolls, Salinshe could not find out, he just wanted to use money to smash his opponent.

He also had to send someone to protect the Fellets because they released so many level nine scrolls in succession, and the mental power of the two people was almost exhausted. As a magician, without mental power, even if the magic string did not consume at all, they could not release magic. If the Fellets and his wife helped him kill the Golden Sword Saint and died, Salin would suffer a great loss.

"Okay." Feilett also knew who was around Salin. Neris and Tris, plus a Silver Sword Saint, should be able to protect himself and his wife's safety.

Salin handed them six level nine magic scrolls on the spot, and then said to Shika: "Don't leave me, the other two are the Fallen Mages."

"Where are Diabinas and the others?"

"Unreliable." Salin answered briefly.

When encountering this kind of pressure, Salin basically firmly decided to remove the three kings. Because when he was in a real crisis, the three kings became a burden. He wanted to send the strongest people around him to protect the Ferrets because he was afraid of any abnormal movements of the undead king.

Salin also prepared dozens of Level 6 magic scrolls to prevent accidents. Most of the magic scrolls he had accumulated over the years were blank scrolls, which had been made, and many were brought out from Srieg Island.

The Vatican Expeditionary Force continued to launch an attack, and the second wave of attacks was still driven by steel arrows and the city wall shooting at each other, trying to suppress the bows and arrows at the city wall.

Five thousand soldiers changed their armor and rushed towards the wall of Metatlin. This time, the Expeditionary Force did not prepare a ladder or use large equipment to assist. Instead, the soldiers of this regiment rushed under the wall with only weapons.

When five thousand people arrived under the city wall, a thousand people had died in the attack of bows and arrows. Salin did not even use magic stone cannons. These soldiers were wearing light metal armor to defend against bows and arrows. However, these undead spirits of Salin all drove large bows, and the weight of feather arrows exceeded that of ordinary humans. When they were ejected, their penetration was also extremely strong.

The soldiers who came to the city used the steel spikes on the city wall on their gloves, trying to climb up with the force. However, the walls of Metatlin were extremely smooth and there were no sunken parts. The steel spikes were slapped on them and broke them one after another. The soldiers of the Tanggulas Empire immediately changed a pair of gloves from the leather bag they carried.

The situation immediately changed. The soldiers' new gloves had a layer of mucus, and the mucus had a reverse animal mane, which gave the gloves a strong adhesion. A layer of mucus was applied to the soldiers' boots, and then climbed up along the slightly tilted city wall.

Fireballs were thrown down on the top of the city wall, but this time there was no ladder. A few soldiers fell down, and more soldiers continued to climb up. Unlike the last time, the soldiers shot by arrows did not fall down this time, and white light flashed on each soldier. Before they set off, they had already been blessed with magical techniques and had no idea of ​​the pain. As long as they did not die, these soldiers would climb up desperately.

The same is true for those who are cruel to themselves. Salin had no mercy and ordered Diabinas to let the undead pour tinder oil under the city wall. A layer of tinder oil made the city wall extremely slippery, but the mucus on the soldiers' gloves was unknown. It could decompose the tinder oil and still attached to the city wall without retreating.

"ignition!"
Chapter completed!