I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 42: Lightning-Drawing Trident, God of Gods in Thunderstorms!

The holy trident plummeted, followed closely by a thick bolt of heavenly lightning.

In the blink of an eye, with the thunderous expulsion of demons, the trident flew back.

Hundreds more high-level undead knights were obliterated.

Before the mind flayer officers could react, the mind flayers, their eyes bloodshot with rage, saw the terrifying trident descending from the sky, wrapped in lightning.

Divine wrath descended with a thunderclap, and three strikes annihilated thousands of demons!

At this moment, divine grace was like the sea, and divine might was like a prison.

This was vividly displayed on Ian.

In the eyes of Layal and the winged people, Ian was the benevolent, holy, and majestic God of Dawn.

In the eyes of the demons, Ian was the enraged and murderous God of Thunder.

However, regardless of what they thought, Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

His goal had been achieved.

The demons were powerful, attacking the winged people. Although the winged people fought desperately, the huge difference in strength and numbers still made them see no hope.

Their morale was collapsing again and again.

On the other hand, the demons' morale was like adding oil to a raging fire, growing more and more intense.

This was a major taboo on the battlefield.

These three strikes successfully dampened the demons' morale and boosted the winged people's fighting spirit.

This was the most crucial thing.

It was not in vain that Ian brought out his most prized creation.

A fully enchanted trident.

Speaking of which, it was Resia who reminded him, and today was also considered lucky, as they encountered a thunderstorm.

A trident enchanted with Impaling, Channeling, Mending, Unbreaking, and Loyalty.

On ordinary days, it was already stronger than a diamond sword, but now, in this thunderstorm weather.

This Channeling-enchanted trident was the God of Gods!

Not to mention the demons and the winged people, just look at Resia and the others who were with Ian day and night.

At this moment, their eyes were shining with golden light, with an expression of shock and reverence.

It was evident how uplifting this trident was.

"Young Master Ian... is he also the God of Thunder?!"

Resia whispered, her gaze towards Ian becoming even more indescribable.

In the midst of a great battle, she could still think of things that shouldn't be broadcast, Resia certainly had a big heart.

Ian didn't have time to pay attention to Resia's words, turned his head and whispered:

"Action!"

"Yes!"

In the next moment, Layal's figure flashed and disappeared instantly.

"Father! I'm back! I've returned with reinforcements!"

In the silent battlefield, Hania transformed into white lightning, rushed to the side of the winged people's patriarch, and said excitedly:

"Father! I have invited the great Dawn God Church, and the benevolent Pope himself has led the team to suppress the demons!"

"Our winged people are saved!"

The winged people's patriarch came back to his senses and looked at Hania in astonishment.

"Hania? When did you... Never mind!"

The winged people's patriarch originally wanted to ask when Hania ran out to seek help, but at this critical moment, there was no time to chat about these things.

Gratefully looked up at Ian, the winged people's patriarch raised his arms and shouted.

"Warriors! His Holiness the Pope has personally come to cheer us on, seize the opportunity! Follow me to charge!"

But as soon as the words fell, Layal had already stood beside him.

"Don't charge!"

The winged people's patriarch looked at Layal in astonishment, completely unable to capture his movements.

This was an expert, stronger than him!

"Father, this is Archbishop Layal!"

Hania quickly introduced, Layal nodded, and then said:

"From now on, the battlefield will be taken over by our Dawn God Church, let the old, weak, women and children retreat, you take the strongest warriors to find His Holiness the Pope, he will teach you what to do."

"But..."

The winged people's patriarch was about to refute, but Hania had already grabbed his arm and flew towards the sky.

"Father! Listen to the Dawn God Church, only under the protection of the Dawn can we achieve victory!"

Before the winged people's patriarch could react, he had already been taken by Hania to the floating island in the sky.

Looking carefully, there was a square road here, one end connected to the edge of the Eastern Great Rift Valley.

It was just unknown why, such a huge floating platform, actually floated up like this.

Moreover, as those knights kept throwing out some square things, the floating island was constantly expanding.

The winged people's patriarch didn't have time to care about these things at this time, and looked at Ian.

Compared to him, he was not tall, but rather thin, but at this time, holding the trident, he seemed so holy, making people awe-inspiring.

"Father!"

Hania pushed the winged people's patriarch, the latter came back to his senses, and quickly stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"The current patriarch of the winged people, Uriel, has met..."

"Alright, the situation is urgent, don't say these."

Ian turned around and pointed to the boxes piled up on the ground at some unknown time.

"The left side is bows, the right side is arrows, the quality is very special, let your winged people's most elite warriors come, the winged people shouldn't have forgotten how to shoot, right?"

Uriel was stunned for a moment, then turned to joyfully clasping his fists.

"Dare not forget! Although we cannot make bows and arrows, for so many years, all the elite warriors have used the only nine bows and arrows left in the clan to practice archery."

"Every day, we yearn to take up bows and arrows again to avenge the demons!"

Ian nodded.

"Then hurry up, take the bows and arrows, counterattack! Buy us time!"

Uriel didn't ask what time to buy, just clasped his fists gratefully, and then loudly greeted all the winged people's warriors.

He couldn't wait to open the box himself, ignoring the strange characteristics, and directly took out a bow.

As soon as the bow was in his hand, Uriel was overjoyed.

"Good bow! It's stronger than the fine bows of the dwarves and elves!"

But as soon as he took the arrow, Uriel couldn't laugh anymore.

A bow and an arrow, the combined weight was more than 300 kilograms.

The weight wasn't that much, but to draw the bow fully for an attack required far more than just three hundred kilograms of force.

Of the Winged Tribe's four thousand plus members, only about a thousand were strong and able.

Adding to that the losses from the recent battle, the combat strength was greatly diminished, probably leaving only four or five hundred capable individuals.

Among these four or five hundred, perhaps no more than two hundred could fully draw these bows.

But undeniably, as long as they could fully draw these divine bows, even the Mind Flayers below wouldn't dare to face them head-on.

The number of bows, at most, was just over a hundred, which was perfect. One person could draw the bow, and when tired, quickly switch with another, ensuring continuous combat.

Uriel's combat skills were still very high. By the time Ian finished observing the maids placing blocks in various locations above the rift valley,

Uriel had already arranged two groups of archers to rotate attacks in formation.

Compared to Ian and the others who had to stand on the floating island, the Winged Tribe members could simply hug their bows, fly into the sky, and shoot without risk.

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In an instant, arrows rained down. With these powerful bows, a single arrow could skewer several undead warriors like candied haws.

Generally speaking, to kill an undead warrior, one had to shatter its soul fire, which was located in its head.

Even Lyall, who trained shooting every day in MC, couldn't guarantee every arrow would hit its mark.

But the Winged Tribe warriors could do it!

Adding to the power of the bows, as long as the upper body was hit, the soul fire would be crushed along with it.

In this short time, they had successfully shown a trend of a major counterattack.

However, the demons also reacted and began to gather in large numbers towards the mountain platform where the Winged Tribe was concentrated.

There were still many Winged Tribe children there who hadn't learned to fly.

Now, Uriel and the others were anxious, and the arrow attacks became even more frequent.

"Markov!"

Ian called out, and instantly, Markov led the other nine knights to stand in formation at the four corners of the floating island, taking out their longbows.

Uriel noticed that the bows in their hands, like Ian's trident, shimmered with light. Even the iron armor they wore, which was the envy of others, was glowing.

Magical equipment…

So much!

The Church of the Dawn was so rich!

Although fewer people had come, with such strength and equipment… they could win!

Uriel felt confident and glanced at Ian, who had put away the amazing divine trident and was running around the island, placing strange red blocks in large numbers.

Those red blocks exuded a dangerous aura, yet, like the island, they directly floated in the air above the demon army.

Then, he neatly arranged some iron blocks…

Quite wasteful.

But at this critical moment, Uriel naturally wouldn't say such things.

"Zheng!"

A string sound like thunder exploded.

Markov and the others fired their arrows.

Different from the Winged Tribe's arrows, the arrows of four of the knights were blazing with flames, which was truly magical.

As for the other five, they were even more outrageous.

The arrows they shot were so fast that even the afterimages couldn't be seen. When they landed among the demons, they created bottomless pits.

Immediately afterward, accompanied by the dissipation of black light spots, the demons that came into contact with it instantly turned to ashes.

Outrageous!

Even the dwarves' so-called nation-protecting divine bow wasn't this powerful, right?

Uriel was greatly shocked, and his heart became more at ease.

He didn't crave such a divine bow. It looked like a rare item. He was already very happy to be able to use bows and arrows to kill demons wantonly after many years.

On the battlefield below, there was only Lyall at this time.

Wearing shimmering iron armor and wielding a similarly shimmering diamond sword.

He charged into the enemy formation alone, slaughtering in all directions.

The Winged Tribe people were shocked to find that even those various demon spells had no effect on Lyall.

Lyall had almost abandoned all defense.

Wherever his diamond sword passed, all undead creatures, including the powerful Mind Flayer warriors, couldn't withstand even a single blow.

"Such a strong human knight… Could it be one of the humans' elites?"

Uriel couldn't help but whisper in admiration.

Just as he was about to get excited and go down to fight alongside Lyall,

Suddenly, he saw a streak of pure white light hit Lyall squarely.

Uriel turned his head in astonishment, realizing it was the knight Markov from the Church of the Dawn.

"There's a traitor!"

Uriel was furious. The Winged Tribe hated traitors the most.

Now, Lyall, who was fighting alone, was actually stabbed in the back. Uriel immediately raised his sword and was about to rush over.

"Continue your work, don't interfere!"

Ian scolded.

"Your Holiness…"

Uriel was a little anxious.

"That is the Arrow of Rebirth. It won't hurt people, it will only heal injuries."

Hearing Ian's explanation, Uriel and the Winged Tribe people were dumbfounded.

Arrow of Rebirth?

Does such an outrageous weapon even exist in this world?

But looking down, Uriel couldn't help but curse.

Lyall, who had some minor wounds on his body just now, was invigorated after being shot by the arrow, and all the small wounds on his body were healed.

Arrow of Rebirth?

Wrong!

It's adrenaline!

Uriel felt relieved. With the Church of the Dawn's endless methods,

This battle was guaranteed to win!

The next moment, the excited Uriel turned to look at Markov.

"Knight of the Dawn! Please shoot me with an arrow!"

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