Blood tax

Medemaya, who commanded a battalion of armored cavalry, saw the deserted village was in chaos. The Canaan reserve army was unable to take down several support points on the front line, and even the Elf Extraordinary was involved in bloody close combat. The ruins were filled with soldiers from both sides, and there was almost no place to hide. It was just a simple exchange of lives. Less than half of the armored grenadiers that Bayerlan had sent in one after another were left, but they fought to the death and held back a large group of enemies in front of them. Several of the Elf's super-heavy cavalry were also killed in the melee.

"Armored Grenadiers, the name given by the Confederacy, are capable of long-range shooting and can also be used as heavy infantry to defend the line. Demolition grenades and battalion artillery can also effectively kill heavy armor and psychic units!" Medemaya praised Ophelia beside him, "How can there be such a unit that can resist everything!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a quick whistle sounded in the deserted village. The super-heavy knights in the Canaan queue led the team to rush into the formation. The grenadiers and dragoons began to use all the anti-heavy armor weapons they could find to engage in a melee with the elf heavy cavalry. The wounded also held their positions and threw grenades and incendiary bombs at the enemies rushing in. However, the combat power of the extraordinary was unimaginable. The dense shotgun shells fired by the 6-pound cannon hit him, but were also blocked by the shield!

The positions were constantly compressed, and some places had already collapsed. The officers blew their whistles urgently, hoping to attract the attention of the nearby cuirassiers, and the sergeants loudly encouraged the soldiers to form small-scale combat groups to continue fighting.

"Armored cavalry, attack!" The opportunity finally came to Medena. The commander of the elves joined the battlefield first, and handed over the control of the battlefield to the Bayerlan cuirassiers who were waiting for the opportunity. The fighting around several supporting points in the center of the battlefield showed a similar situation. The battle between the grenadiers and the dragoons forced Canaan to take the lead in deploying extraordinary combat power!
Commanders such as Medenmaea and Laser launched counterattacks in different locations. Medenmaea led a squadron of cuirassiers and arrived the fastest, attacking Ajax and a dozen of his men from behind in a blink of an eye.

The mighty Ajax was slaughtering people without hesitation, even though the rain of bullets had knocked off his shield, until the shouts of his men caught his attention. He turned around and saw the silver-shining armored cavalry rolling over like a wall.

The wall rider instantly broke the elves' formation. The Elf Beyonder rushed to attack the cuirassiers who rushed to his face, shooting quickly and accurately, and the psychic-powered armor-piercing arrows were fired repeatedly at the cuirassiers who were whizzing by at close range, firing three rounds in less than five seconds. The cuirassiers around Medianmaia were shot down, and the arrows penetrated the visors, and blood flakes flew everywhere.

The cavalry in front was hit by an arrow and fell off his horse, and a cavalryman immediately filled in from the back row. The riders on the wall maintained a neat front, with sharp sabers filling their vision, slashing at the elves head-on.

Ajax was hit hard on the face, his helmet flew off, and the guards around him screamed and fell off their horses. Before he could see the enemy's face clearly, the second knife slashed at his wrist.

"Dang!" The saber broke into two pieces on the extraordinary armor, and Ajax's right wrist lost consciousness. He hurriedly swung the sword with his left hand, and a flash of light flashed before his eyes, and another armored cavalryman swung his sword towards his neck.

"How come it's so fast? It's like a gust of wind..."

Ajax fell heavily to the ground with his mind in a mess. The psychic particle stream enveloped him at an alarming speed. Before he lost consciousness, he saw a majestic armored cavalryman stabbing his eyes with a sword.

There was a loud bang in the air. The extraordinary spirit suddenly turned into a beam of light. Medemaya stabbed the air with a sword. The powerful spiritual energy from the Nebula Temple teleported Ajax back to the White Tower.

"pity!"

Medemaya shouted. Canaan's powerful psychic field had spread to the battlefield, and the seriously injured high-level elves were folded to the back. Almost at the same time, he heard a strange echo, like some complex chanting.

A high-pitched strange sound appeared in the Canaanite army. The specific source was unclear. It was like the chanting of monks, complex, repetitive, and unclear. This chanting became more and more unbearable. The mental torture spread to the body, and the fingers, joints, and even eyes began to numb.

Medemaeus and the armored cavalry seemed to have become puppets, with only a vague will lingering in their minds, repeating: "Become one with me."

This is Canaan's extraordinary person, a Sequence 6 collector with the ability of mind control! He is hiding somewhere in the crowd, sending out thoughts to seize the minds of all hostile creatures within a radius of 100 meters. This thought has been blessed by Canaan's wishing device, and the speed and effect of its effectiveness have been amazingly improved.

Just as Medena was about to become a mindless puppet, a ball of scarlet lightning struck from the sky. The lightning tore a dark fault in the air, covering a large area of ​​the Canaanite army.

Ophelia took action. She spontaneously combusted under the protection of her friendly forces, burning into a huge red ball of lightning, similar to the caster's deformed sphere, but the color of the light ball was a shocking scarlet, filled with amazing oppression. "You hid very cleverly. I won't be able to find you in a short time," Ophelia waved her hand, "Then I will kill you all!
"Crushed by the Dark Archon's psychic power!"

The extraordinary elf hiding in the army and trying to conduct group mind control is the genius of the Amon family, Nolos Amon. The Wishing Instrument gave him special favor when it came, and because of this, he was able to use Ajax's troops as bait to hunt down Bayerlan's elite troops and heroic units.

In just five seconds, no, three seconds, he would succeed. At this moment, a pupil that seemed to come from the abyss stared at him. A terrifying red ball of light appeared on the battlefield. It looked like it had just been fished out of the cauldron of hell. The surging plasma energy gushed out from Ophelia's fingertips, guiding the psychic energy of the virtual world to smash down on the Canaan army and Nolos's head.

"what--!"

The blood-like strong light swept past, and the shields on Nolos and the elf troops around him were boiling. He sensed a twisted will, and in an instant, a vast universe surged out, and a terrifying psychic vortex exploded above his head, ignoring all the defenses of shields and armor!
The black and red psychic flames were rolling, and an indescribable aura was screaming and echoing.

"Darkness Overpowering!"

Nolos exploded with a bang. Psychic lightning tore him and the troops around him apart, and all living things turned into flying blood foam!
……

Brutal fighting ensued. The scattered soldiers, regular troops, extraordinary people and heroes of Canaan and Bayerlan continued to fight, risking their lives for the final game!

Galadilla was watching the projection of the bloody battle on the Nebula Temple, with a group of elders watching her from the side.

The wishing vessel had taken shape. To Galadilla's surprise, she saw a floating phosphorescent light. The light was so strange that just a glance at it made her feel as if doom was approaching. This feeling was beyond her imagination.

A pure color also appeared in the space near the Nebula Temple. It was not a gas, nor did it have a physical body; as it moved, it looked like a shimmering, amorphous mass of color flowing, shimmering in dim shadows. This color was unlike any color in the known spectrum, flowing on the ground like water and flying through the air like a living being. When it touched some elves, their skin and faces would emit a similar shimmer.

The light was invisible, but the elves could still feel it when it came into contact with their bodies. They screamed as if they had touched poisonous gas or molten lava; the readings on the psychic detectors were an explosion of phenomena they had never seen before. As time passed, the strange color no longer just shimmered, but gushed out, gathering into a well of water in the Nebula Temple. When this substance composed of unrecognizable colors left the well, it seemed to flow directly into the sky.

The elders, who were almost insane, were ecstatic. They held hands and chanted the ancient secret language:

"The will of the virtual world,
"The Lord behind the veil of shadows,
"All things are one,
"Lord of the Spellcasters, the destination of all matter,

"Endless reincarnation,

"...

"We abide by the contract and recite the 12 secret words." (End of this chapter)