Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 632 Yuanchu, Divine Protection

Looking at the countries on the continent, the architectural style of Ao San Emma is unique.

Since 707, Valentine I established the Ostem Emma Empire. After the efforts of the subsequent "unifiers" Jiyan I, Raymond I, Valentine II, III and other emperors of the Valentine dynasty, the Arcadia was tempered from a country of many cultures into a unified empire.

In the Toril dynasty that began in 932, the "Northern" Toril I injected a rougher spiritual core into the empire, and the growing self-esteem of Saint Emma made most of its buildings tall and majestic.

Although there were some revisions in the subsequent Paris and Solago dynasties, the will of "big is good, good is big" has always been passed down in the spirit of the people of Ao San Emma.

This also extends to every aspect of the country, including the military.

Just like the huge ship that tore through the fog and docked on the sea at this moment.

Providence-class dreadnought transport ship.

In front of this tens of meters tall behemoth, the cruiser Napoleon was as fragile as a hand-operated paddle boat. It seemed that it only needed to move a little, and the waves it set off could swallow the Napoleon inside.

The pure black hull exudes a faint metallic luster in the misty night, and Cyril looked up at the giant ship, and couldn't help admiring it in his heart.

On the other hand, Captain Drake seemed to be stupefied, and finally made a sound after a while, tremblingly said: "Damn it, who said that the people of San Emma can't build boats? What the hell is this?"

"Perhaps the people of St. Emma really don't know how to build ships?" Cyril said.

"Can't make it? Then what is this thing floating in front of us?"

"Do you think this thing looks like a ship?" Cyril joked, "This is clearly a fortress!"

Connor Drake was stunned, and after a while he showed a helpless smile: "It seems... that's really the case."

"Don't rush to marvel, there's more to come."

So Captain Drake raised his head again in Cyril's voice. He squinted his eyes and looked at the rear of the ship, and he could vaguely see a piece of darkness—— at some point, the darkness replaced the fog and formed a long line. Long corridor.

"Wait a minute, isn't there more than one of the Osan Emma... Isn't this the Archon? This is the Providence-class dreadnought transport ship you said?"

After receiving Cyril's affirmative answer, Drake couldn't close his jaw. He kept blinking, and asked after a while: "My lord, is it too late for me to seek refuge with the people of Ao San Emma? I think a They need a skilful captain to handle these big guys..."

"Captain Drake, do you think that these dreadnought transport ships came all the way from O'St. Such a blatant launch of a ship of this size, the South China Sea of ​​La Rochelle should have been sealed off and martial law long ago."

"Didn't it come here?"

He watched the young earl stretch out his hand a little forward, and saw a slender ship with a shape like a U docked beside the Paladin-class dreadnought ship that was originally sent by the Orsan Emma on their left hand side. Boat--

Although its size is also huge, it belongs to the category of normal ships after all, not as outrageous as those huge guys parked behind.

"This ship is the Consul class." Cyril said calmly, "Its function is to guide the direction and determine the coordinate points."

"Are you sure... the coordinate point?" Cyril's words were beyond Drake's comprehension.

And Cyril didn't intend to explain more to the captain, he seemed calm, but his heart was already surging.

At first, he didn't know exactly what Pelaggios was bragging about, but when he saw the Providence-class dreadnought transport ship, he immediately understood that these ships were absolutely impossible to be the people from Osan Emma. Came from the sea.

What they use is a technology that will gradually expand its application after the emergence of the magic plain:
"Directed long-distance space teleportation".

The teleportation array that is only used by players in the game is actually the implementation of this technology.But this is just an early type of space technology, the layout requirements are strict, and a huge amount of mana is required to activate it, so unless it is urgent, the teleportation array will definitely not be activated easily.

But the seven Providence-class dreadnought transport ships on the sea at this moment... Leaving aside how the Osan Emma people set up the space teleportation point, as we all know, the larger the volume and mass of the object teleported through space, the more magic power it consumes. more power.

So how much money did the people of St. Emma spend on this trip to Port New Orway?

What are they spending so much money on?
Cyril turned to look back at Blake Evans, but this instance of transcending the concept of current technology was beyond the expectation of even the seasoned Foreign Secretary.

He took a deep breath, swallowed all the horror into his stomach, and said lightly: "Qihang, keep up with the consul in front."

The Napoleon left the port slowly.

The Consul-class seemed to be docking with the Paladin-class dreadnought, and when the Napoleon sailed to the stern of the Consul, Cyril happened to see Pelagius Hercules leaning against the side of the stern and looking towards them. Reese.

"Lord Adrian—"

He shouted loudly beside the side of the ship, and his voice came faintly: "How do you feel?"

"It feels great." Cyril raised his head and replied neither humble nor overbearing, "How does His Highness Herris plan to send these guys to the front battlefield? Do you want to do another space teleportation?"

The voice of the second half of the sentence was sent straight into Pelaggios' ears by the wind. Pelaggios' expression changed, and he looked at Cyril a little more strangely, but he quickly recovered and said :

"Count Adrian, rather than caring about these things, I advise you to prepare your subordinates for battle earlier—"

"Because the main battlefield is now in front of us!"

Cyril raised his eyebrows. At this moment, he didn't understand what Pelaggios meant, but in the next second, he understood what he was talking about—

In the distance, the black corridor built by the Providence-class dreadnought transport ship is like a steel barrier stretching across the sea. They were all pitch-black before, and they stopped silently on the sea.

But a few seconds after Pelaggios' words fell, on the transport ship closest to them, a beam of light suddenly rose and went straight into the sky!

The majestic magic power fluctuated as the beam of light soared into the sky, causing the sea below to hum.The bright beam of light was so dazzling in the fog of the dark night, it dispelled all the surrounding fog.

But this is just the beginning.

The second ship, the third ship, the fourth ship... until the seventh transport ship, the dazzling beam of light rose high at the same time, reflecting the entire ocean surface like daylight.

The sudden surge of magic power was almost suffocating. They swayed in the air and collided with each other to form a terrifying vortex, swallowing all the magic power in the surrounding area.

Cyril opened his mouth wide, maintaining the balance between his own magic power and the outside world. He looked at Pelaggios again. At this time, the future Emperor of Saint Emma was opening his arms and raising his head in enjoyment, as if these Dazzling beams of light are fireworks for his enthronement—

This is the foundation of Ao Sheng Emma, ​​and this is the glory of the empire!
The seven Providence-class ships are launched simultaneously, and the highest-ranked Primordial God, the gods protect them!
The crew members of the Palatine class, the Consul class, the Providence class, and the Napoleon class are all on the deck at this moment. They look at the beam of light that illuminates the sky with reverence, and worship repeatedly.

The people of La Rochelle and the people of St. Emma believe in the Primordial God together, and the protection of the highest level of the Primordial God that appeared in front of them at this moment is enough to make them cry with excitement.

"Crazy, completely crazy..." Cyril couldn't help muttering as he looked at Pelaggios, who was almost insane from the scene he had created.

He finally knew what Pelaggios' plan was: to use the protection of the highest level of gods to cause a huge magic vortex, and lure out the giant beast hidden in the mist——

But what kind of ancient giant beast needs to pay such a price to be able to attract it?

Cyril didn't want to think about it, he didn't even dare to think about it.

He only felt that the portrait was burning hot again in his clothes pocket, and this time the palm of his hand didn't have the slightest gentleness, expressing his dissatisfaction strongly.

He turned his head, and saw Miss Elf walking behind him at some point, staring blankly at the beams of light protected by the gods, as if recalling something.

And the brightly illuminated, empty sea surface finally reacted at this moment.

A white line gradually emerged from the end of the line of sight.

"Lord Adrian!"

On the stern of the Consul class, Pelaggios' hair was disheveled, like a drunk son, with his hands in front of his mouth in the shape of a trumpet, he shouted loudly to Cyril:
"It's time to do it!"

Cyril was stunned for a moment, but he heard a sudden "boom" on the deck beside him, and a sticky mass jumped out of the sea and onto the deck.

The knights had already resumed their stance of preparing for battle, and when the mass appeared, they immediately drew their swords and slashed towards it.

But this ball seems to be invulnerable to swords and guns, and it does not hide from the long sword, only to see that there is an additional depression on its body as the long sword cuts in, and the sword is contained in it, and then it squirmed a few times, but heard " With a sound of "click", the sword actually broke from the root of the sword!

"My sword!" The knight screamed, and the group of enemies squirmed several times, and immediately swallowed the broken sword into their body, never to be found again.

Seeing such a strange situation, the knights who were about to attack immediately did not dare to attack rashly.They turned their eyes to the young earl at the bow for help, but before they called for help, they only heard the sound of a bright long sword being unsheathed behind them.

Ice crystals spread out from under their feet in an instant, extending to the feet of the thing, wrapping it tightly; then the captain of the half-elf guard in silver-white battle armor strode forward, as if with his back and wings Soaring into the air, he punched the ball heavily and smashed it back into the sea with a "bang".

"Attention everyone, a team of three faces the enemy, and the blade must be equipped with magic power when attacking!"

Heloise yelled swiftly, and at the same time gave Cyril a glance at the bow, and then threw herself into the battles in various areas on the ship—those things had already jumped onto the deck in groups of three and four, and were Constantly compressing their standing area.

Cyril originally planned to use his sword to clear these things. He could perceive that the magic power of these things was not high, and it was absolutely impossible to reach the professional level.

But at this moment, Heloise was acting as her substitute, and her command was limited, so he put the drawn sword back into its sheath, and looked at the sea ahead again.

The white line seemed to be not far away from them, but after a long time, it seemed that it hadn't moved an inch—maybe it was because it was too large, or it might be because it was too slow.

"The battle before the boss battle...?"

he muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, on Eufre Island.

Stanley Clemens stood on the top of the mage tower, looking at the seven beams of light that seemed to be inextinguishable, clenched his fists tightly, his face extremely gloomy.

Beside him was a dark copper-colored prison cage, and a figure in the iron cage was sitting close to him, making hoo hoo sounds from his throat.

And the port of New Orway.

Qing Evans, Sugar Winkler and others have just jumped onto the deck—this is a ship specially prepared for them by the Second Fleet, equipped with fog-dispelling lights, which can ensure progress on the foggy sea .

Lady Serviala sat on the horn bones of Kindred's mask, swinging her legs leisurely, humming in pleasure and ease.

However, in the next second, when the beam of light from the protection of the gods illuminated the sky, she put away all her relaxed expressions, stood up with the hands of the horns, and stared at the place where the beam of light appeared.

"God's protection? Did Stanley make it? No, this is not Urella's aura...Is this Danya's aura?"

"The people from Sant'Emma? Have they come to the Port of New Orway?" she called in a low voice, and Cassandra Auditore beside her immediately replied:
"Yes, Ms. Sevilla, it's time for the New Orway Port Council to change, and the people of Ao San Emma have also come to New Orway Port..."

But before she finished speaking, the air suddenly twisted, and then several beams of light shot up into the sky. In an instant, the night was like day——

"Protected by the seven gods?"

This time, Sevilla uttered a loud cry. She slid down and sat on the tip of Kindred's mask, grabbing the edge of the mask and shaking it vigorously: "Little girl, do you understand what this concept is? The seven highest gods plus Guardian, that means there are at least seven statues of Danya that the bishop's soul rests on the sea..."

"The people of St. Emma, ​​what on earth are they trying to do?"

In the next second, the expression of the goblin Ms. Sevilla was completely confused.

She turned her head suddenly, stepped on top of Kindred's head, and looked in the direction of New Aowei Harbor.

The dark mountains in the distance are also illuminated brightly at this moment.

Can faintly hear the roar of the mountains.

　Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, with a slap on the forehead, it will become big!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)