book of old days

Chapter 62 Magic Body Protection, Invulnerability

"Today, we will let the blood of the Bretons stain this land red. Tonight, I will drink with you in the temple of the gods! I will send the soul eagle to take away the souls of those warriors who died in battle, your flesh will rot, but your souls will be with me in the temple of the gods!"

The avatar of Aum stood on the high platform and shouted to the soldiers below. These people around were undoubtedly the most core group of fighters.

In the woods around the temple, there were countless Nords gathered around the bonfire, waiting for the great battle to come.

The guy named Olaf is probably among them.

The priests began to boil the 'God's Blood', a potion made of wolf blood and plant powder. They were sent outside the temple in jars for the Nord warriors to enjoy.

Sean saw all of this in his eyes. In this way, the blood of God really exists, but only one cup is real, and what ordinary Nord warriors drink is just the stimulating drug of the same name.

What made him a little curious was what kind of power the incarnation of Aum in front of him had. With just such a hand of God, if he wanted to turn the tide of the battle, he would undoubtedly have to possess very powerful power.

Fortunately, Alvi followed Aum from the beginning to the end, which made Sean proud to see the final ending of the story.

The war started as I remembered it.

The Nords gathered together, and the Bretons also appeared in the distance in black.

The two armies confronted each other, and the avatar of Alvi and Orm stood together in the center of the Nord army, in the most conspicuous place. Although I don't know how powerful this thing is, but the effect of boosting morale is already very valuable .

With the support of morale, the Nords rushed over roaringly, fearless of life and death, and the fronts of the two sides quickly fought together.

However, Aum's avatar never moved. He looked up at the sky, as if he was waiting for something.

"Can we win? Great Orm." A Nord lord asked nervously. He saw that the Nords were knocked down by a row of guns, and the number was getting smaller and smaller. The battle situation was obviously more serious for the Bretons. Powerful, even if the morale is off the charts, the flesh and blood will still fall in the face of gunpowder and steel.

"We will be victorious," the avatar of Orm said emotionlessly.

He lowered his head, "The Eagle of Soul has found the enemy's leader. The enemy may be powerful, but to kill a poisonous snake, you only need to cut off its head. Now, follow me to charge, warriors! Go to the land of the gods!"

He roared, stretched out his hand, the sunlight gathered in his hand, turned into a golden battle axe, and then rushed out.

The surrounding Nord warriors followed closely behind, and the highest combat power among the group of Nords rushed out together with Orm.

Yaerwei was also among them. She held a two-handed giant sword and followed closely behind Aum.

They rushed into a battlefield, and killed all the Bretons in front of them in an instant. Alvie's sword skills were wide open and closed, but nimble and precise, which was the same as the exaggerated usage in Sean's impression. Different, the use of a two-handed sword is a test of the user's control. Due to the length of the blade, it can often exert great power with a single swing, so there are very few moves that are rounded and slashed. Often, with a light flick of the wrist, the blade swung out at an inconceivable angle, cutting off the enemy's muscles, tendons, blood vessels, and neck, leaving the dying man on the ground screaming.

In terms of killing efficiency alone, it is much more efficient than killing people with one sword.

Sean has to pay attention to the plot while experiencing Alvi's combat skills. He feels as nervous as watching a thrilling movie with subtitles.

However, the real killing machine is the incarnation of Orm. His body is protected by divine light, making him invulnerable. Every swing of the ax is irresistible. Whether it is sword or flesh, it is divided into two.

The group of Nords around Orm's avatar was so fierce that they almost killed several lines of soldiers in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared before the eyes. It turned out that the melee area had been killed. Behind the musketeers in front, an officer riding a white horse suddenly appeared. He was dressed in a gorgeous military uniform and sat on the horse. A row of black-clothed guards, the messenger quickly conveyed his orders to every front, every combat unit, like a precise machine, strangled the flesh and blood of the Nords.

"There it is!" roared Orm's avatar, and he went forward, not caring that there were at least three lines of soldiers ahead.

Some hunters found this group of people, and they began to focus their fire on this side from a distance, shooting several Nord warriors, but Orm's avatar was still invulnerable, Sean saw Orm block one in front of him with an axe Looking at the overturned corpse and the head that had rolled to nowhere, I couldn't help but want to laugh. Isn't this unlucky ghost the Jaeger?
It's kind of inexplicably funny to see my first vest hang up just like that.

The storyline is finally connected, he thought to himself.

Rows of guns shot over, Aum was invulnerable, but the Nord warriors behind him were shot one after another, and the number was getting smaller and smaller. Sean was afraid that Alvie would die like this. Fortunately, this woman seemed to be still rational. Instead of rushing up to die violently like those Nord berserkers, she rushed into a group of musketeers next to her, wielding a big sword to kill the enemy while trying to get closer to her god.

She saw Aum's incarnation smashing through the Musketeer's line, in a true sense, like a god descending from the earth, sweeping away all enemies in front of him.

There are not many Nords left, only Orm's avatar is still advancing, dense bullets shot at him, causing golden ripples, and they were bounced off one after another. The officer on the white horse who watched all this has never stopped. Impressed, until the incarnation of Aum was only tens of meters away from him, the white horse officer suddenly waved his hand, and the row of soldiers behind him quickly moved aside, revealing a row of black muzzles behind him.

Sean was taken aback, and then suddenly realized that the memory of the previous two battles left him with a question, why didn't the Bretons have cannons?It stands to reason that the technological content of cannons is the same as that of muskets, or even lower.

However, Brighton has a large number of musketeers but no artillery at all. He speculated before that it might be because the road is not easy to walk, so he couldn't bring it to the front line. Now it seems that the people of Brighton hid all the artillery It was used as a hole card, did they already know the existence of the hand of God?

Boom boom boom!
Explosions sounded one after another, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and dust flew up. When the smoke cleared, Aum's figure was still standing, but the golden light on his body had dissipated completely, and the armor on his body also had some scratches and damage.

Panting like a dying beast, he looked up at the white horse officer in the distance, but the officer waved his arm again.

There was another volley, and when the smoke cleared away again, the god-like figure had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)