Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Earl Feigen never understood how the other party could throw such a terrifying spell with such huge lethality into his army from a distance of nearly a thousand meters.

He had seen the scene of the caster releasing magic countless times in the past. Whether it was a burning fireball the size of a head or a sharp extremely cold ice blade, the farthest attack distance from the caster chanting the spell to flying out and hitting the target was only two or three hundred meters.

The charge of the knight phalanx was limited by the terrain of the battlefield and the physical strength of the horses. It was not possible to increase the charge speed to the highest level at the beginning. The commander of the army with battlefield experience would generally issue a trot order at a distance of one thousand meters, and then gradually accelerate when approaching the enemy about five hundred meters, until finally entering the stage of a high-speed charge of one hundred meters.

Therefore, Earl Feigen thought that assembling the knight phalanx at a distance of one thousand meters should be an absolutely safe distance. Neither the spellcasters hiding among the enemy soldiers nor the ordinary bows and crossbows could threaten his knights. At the same time, they would have sufficient time and distance to conduct cavalry charge.

Who would have thought that it was this extremely low knight phalanx assembly efficiency that made them completely a living target for the artillery.

The six magic-powered cannons almost simultaneously emitted a humming sound of shooting, and a scorching airflow carrying the magic energy shells flew out of the muzzle at high speed. The moment they left the barrel, the speed was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye, and then it exploded directly in the enemy knight phalanx a thousand meters away in a breath.

Almost as soon as the canned shells filled with liquid magic energy hit the ground, violent energy beams shot out from the iron cans, emitting bursts of piercing whistles. The heavy-armored knights of the Earl of Fegen's family, who were standing closest to the landing point of the shells, had almost no time to react. They were shot into sieves with their horses, their armor and flesh were directly pierced, and the horses under their crotches were disemboweled on the spot, with hot internal organs flowing all over the ground.

The people and horses fell to the ground, and the gravel and mud splashed around frightened the horses outside the explosion range. Many knights who had no idea of ​​the situation were thrown off their horses, and more people kept shouting and pulling the reins, trying their best to calm the restless horses.

Because it was the first volley, half of the six magic energy shells missed the target and fell into the dense forests on both sides of the enemy's target army formation. Commander Pierce was so angry that he turned his head and stared coldly at the soldiers of the artillery battalion.

The mountain cat felt a chill on his back, and quickly completed the shell reloading and shooting aiming procedures as quickly as possible, and the second round of shelling began.

Even if the flesh and blood body was wrapped in solid steel armor, it was forced to expose its fragility and softness under the ruthless bombardment of the magic shells. Once within ten meters of the shell landing point and explosion range, it was almost impossible to escape the tragic end. The limbs that were blown into pieces by the extremely penetrating energy beam were scattered on the ground at will, and there were also bursts of blood mist that suddenly splashed up. Everyone could only faintly hear the hissing sound of some airflow, as if an invisible ghost was wantonly shuttling through the army and madly plundering everyone's lives.

Another round of terrifying magic attacks came, and Earl Feigen finally connected the white lights that lit up in the enemy camp in the distance and the sudden hissing noises in his own army with the inexplicable long-range attacks.

That was not the ultra-long-range cluster magic released by a large number of spellcasters! It was some incredible magic weapon!

The range was far beyond the reach of magic and crossbow arrows, almost as good as the giant catapults that could only be seen in siege operations, and there seemed to be a period of attack intervals, and it was not possible to shoot endlessly.

Thinking of this, the Duke immediately ordered his knights to blow the horn of attack - he could not wait for his side to gather into a neat square before launching a charge, and he had to close the distance with the enemy as soon as possible to make those magic catapults lose their long-range attack effect.

As for how to deal with them later, it would be left to the team of knights of the Judgment Army and the priests of the Church who had just reacted to the attack and sneaked into the mountains and forests on both sides to attack the enemy. I believe they will pull out those despicable spellcasters who hid in the distance and secretly manipulated magic weapons one by one and ruthlessly punish them.

But Earl Feigen overestimated the combat discipline of the knights in his own army. After the attack horn sounded, except for the knights of his family who obeyed the order, the other knights from the vassal nobles were still in a mess and did not listen to the command. Some people heard the horn but could not ride forward, but still pulled the reins and fought with the restless mounts under their buttocks. Some people could not find the noble lords they were loyal to, and drove their horses around in a daze. A small number of people saw the tragic scene of the army being attacked inexplicably with their own eyes, and turned their horses around and retreated to the rear.

In addition, the mercenaries in the rear who had not figured out the situation and rushed forward when they heard the horn, the whole scene seemed chaotic for a while.

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The mountain cat stood on tiptoe and saw the enemy in the distance slowly advancing towards him. He immediately followed the commander's instructions, reloaded the shells and adjusted the shooting angle, then shook the height of the cannon bracket and moved the muzzle downward.

Another short bird whistle sounded in the sky...Through the holes in the shooting scale, the metallic luster of the knights' armor reflecting the setting sun could be clearly seen.

The third round of bombardment began.

After the low humming sound ended, the artillery group had no time to observe the hit results, and directly started to repeat the new round of shooting process.

They didn't need to worry about the hit rate at all. The countless experiences gained from live-fire shooting training told them that at a distance of about 500 meters, the hit rate of the magic-powered cannon can reach almost 95%, and there is no possibility of missing.

In the six-man artillery group, the four artillerymen responsible for auxiliary observation and vigilance immediately took off the magic guns on their backs, took off the metal shields placed on the gun carriage and plunged into the soil, bent their knees and half-crouched to hide behind the shield cover, aimed the muzzle at the enemy not far away, and formed a battle cover for the two comrades who were operating the artillery.

This is just a prescribed action in daily training. In fact, there are not many times when they are really used, because there are more than 500 battle-hardened Northern Army soldiers in front of the artillery battalion position, and they have been eager to fight.

The order to fire volleys was almost immediately given to the soldiers crouching in the trenches. The energy beams from the magic guns sprayed white light like raindrops at the enemy. When the knights who had completed the acceleration rushed to a distance of 300 meters, they were instantly covered by this rainstorm of magic. Both the people and horses burst into blood and fell down neatly like wheat being cut.

The knights who rushed to the back and were lucky enough not to be covered by the magic barrage had no time to slow down their horses. They could only bite the bullet and continue to sprint. After finally approaching the enemy's army, everyone had only one idea in their minds-as long as they broke through the weak defense line made of sandbags in front of them, the civilian soldiers who didn't even have armor hiding behind the defense line, and the evil magic weapons in their hands would lose their effectiveness.

When the warhorse was rushing at high speed, the distance of 300 meters could almost be said to be reached in an instant. The knights who had roughly figured out the enemy's attack method cleverly lowered their bodies and desperately used the spurs equipped on their heels to poke the warhorse's abdomen to increase the speed to the highest level.

But this short distance, which only takes ten breaths to reach, somehow became an unreachable natural chasm. The almost uninterrupted volleys of magic guns completely destroyed the fighting spirit of this group of elite knights.

In the last hundred meters, the shooting penetration of the magic guns was brought to the extreme. Each energy beam shot could almost penetrate two or three enemies who were charging one after another at the same time. The knight officer who rushed to the front of the team was almost shot into a sieve with his horse. He fell heavily to the ground with his warhorse without a sound.

The charging knight team inevitably collapsed.

The fear of death and the deterrence brought by the evil magic weapons made them ignore the lords they were loyal to, and they turned their horses and scattered to escape from this area that seemed like the arrival of the god of death.

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The wave of defeat completely swept the noble coalition that Count Feigen had finally put together. The mercenaries who had come to plunder the battlefield were even more vulnerable. Seeing that the knights in front of them were defeated in an instant, they immediately threw away their armor and weapons like birds and beasts, shouting and scattering into the mountains and forests on both sides.

The situation soon became completely uncontrollable. The crowds squeezed forward and backward and fled. As long as they were squeezed to the ground, they would be trampled to death by horses immediately, but no one had time to care about others. Fleeing to the back or to the hillsides on both sides was a good choice. They only hated that they could not grow two more legs to run faster.

But soon they fell into despair again, because a large number of neatly lined enemies appeared in the mountains and forests on both sides at some point. They seemed to appear out of thin air on their own escape route, wearing strange-colored clothes that almost completely blended into the surrounding environment, and mercilessly shot at the group of collapsed deserters. Every time the white light from the muzzle of the gun would quietly harvest a living life.

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The two spellcasters who had been floating above the battlefield using flying magic were none other than the “Eye of Illusion” Kim Gavin and the “Astrologist” Melissa Peña stationed in Jackdaw Town. They spotted a team of judges who had circled to the side and rear of the battlefield, and immediately warned the Northern Army soldiers below.

The two then looked at each other, and then sneered as they dived towards the group of sinister church charlatans.

The Bloodline Warriors Special Operations Team on the ground who had received the warning also reacted almost instantly, following the direction of the high-level spellcasters in the sky at an extremely fast speed, and pounced on the group of church enemies who had extraordinary powers like themselves.

Next, it was a life-and-death battle between the extraordinary people.