Four-Armed Divine Emperor

"boom!"

Al crossed his arms across his chest, and in front of him, a translucent hand burning with a layer of flames clenched into a fist. He punched Xerxes' soldier in the chest, knocking him away, leaving a large charred hole in his chest, and the edge of his clothes was still burning.

"Boom!"

When Al was about to use the Mage's Hand to throw a second punch, the second soldier fell to his knees with a thud.

"Holy, Holy Witch, Lord Holy Witch!"

The remaining soldiers did the same and gave up resistance.

The scene before them was shocking to them.

The impact of the flaming hand that emerged from the void on them was the same as when Ansuna and the others saw El use his psychic power to blast the mind and repel the Devangel warriors.

A living apostle of the White Tower, the Mystic Sage, stood before them.

Yes, they don’t even qualify to be “stopped”.

They just happened to bump into the path of the "Holy Wizard". Many soldiers have not yet realized that the wizard in front of them is their enemy. In the country of the Zoroastrians, the respect and worship of the "Holy Wizard" is very exaggerated. If the wizards in the western hinterland of Tartarus are "almost like gods" is just a description, then in the eastern territory of Alan, these people who possess magical powers are really worshipped "like gods".

A Holy Witch's position here:

They don't have to bear any responsibility for killing civilians, whether it's using living people for experiments; having affairs with young and beautiful women; or raising some strange mutant monsters that run into residential areas from time to time to cause destruction and eat living people alive - they will not be blamed at all, let alone punished. Even the lords have to cater to their wishes in order to meet the demands of the holy witches.

If they like, they collect them. If they like to conduct experiments on living people, they will specifically offer large numbers of slaves or even civilians as consumables.

Highlight the supremacy of a mage.

Even many princes and nobles within Alan, and the "Priest Kings" of the countries established by the Zoroastrians, when tracing their bloodlines, are often descendants of a great wizard who once left a great reputation, but they may not have inherited his magical talent.

The oldest families can even trace their ancestry back to the legendary "Wizard King" of ancient times.

In such a social atmosphere, especially since the Xerxes had actually come into contact with a "holy wizard", when Al stood in front of them and revealed his identity as a wizard, they did not even dare to think that "he was an enemy". They gave up any resistance on the spot, gave up any gesture that might create "hostility" and "disrespect", and knelt down smoothly.

The soldiers who were chasing after them soon saw El, who had stopped the last group of deserters. The hooded figure and the magical hand burning with flames in the air seemed to them to be more morale-boosting than the victory of this battle.

"Long live Lord Aiel! Victory belongs to us!"

"Long live Al!"

They cheered and soon came to El with a pilgrim-like mood. They saluted respectfully first, and then took the captives into custody.

After witnessing this battle, Al also had a preliminary understanding of the secular military power of both sides.

To be fair, the combat effectiveness of the regular legions of the Devangel and Blaeo people is stronger than that of the Xerxes people, including discipline, training and bravery. The only difference between the two sides is morale.

This is also the reason why the Zoroastrians, despite having a larger population, have been in a long-term stalemate with Blaeo, which was established by the remnants of Asta.

The female knight took off her disguise and put on the armor that El had previously thought looked more like a sexy cosplay. However, after El's intervention, the female knight added some extra decorations, making her look much more conservative, at least not exposing so much, and she also wore a cloak on the outside.

That outfit was a popular outfit that became popular in the floating city. It was designed by a wizard and had some wonderful spells and defensive functions attached to it. Ansuna saved money to buy an ordinary style and then returned to the Devangel Territory.

"The camp is taken, my lord."

In front of everyone, the female knight still calls El "Sir", but in private she calls him "Master".

Ansuna first touched her chest respectfully and saluted, and El's eyes could see the depth under the ravine.

"Going out this way, you will reach the Wall Plain. The land there is flat and there is no hiding place."

In other words, we have to attack by force.

El's psychic power can conceal himself and others, but it is too exaggerated to march invisibly for more than 4,000 people. He knows without even thinking about it that he can't do it now. With this strength, he feels that he can attack the city alone.

"What do you think?"

"Should we attack the city directly, or should we continue with the previous method and send troops disguised as merchant caravans to infiltrate the city, or should we seize the city gates?"

El walked down the hillside, followed by the female knight. Devangel's soldiers were interrogating the prisoners. When they saw El coming down, they immediately stopped torturing the prisoners and dragged them aside.

"If you weren't here, I would have chosen the latter. I would have found a way to seize the city gate and then march into the city with my army."

Ansuna replied, and then a hint of fanaticism appeared in her eyes: "But with you here, we don't need to use these deceitful methods to tarnish your reputation!"

"When you demonstrate your power to the Xerxes, any reasonable person will realize they are no match for a White Tower sage! The wise will surrender immediately and cede the city. If we, however, attack from the shadows, the Xerxes will panic and then become angry, believing we are too weak to resort to such a tactic."

"They will fight to the death, and you will have to expend more energy."

Al nodded.

"Then let the soldiers rest and prepare for the attack."

"Capture Muten and destroy the Xerxes legion in the city, and our goal in this war will be half accomplished." El used the power of psychic energy to say this, and only Ansuna could hear it.

Chapter 9: Entering the City, Mu Teng

A rare vast plain lies here. In the complex terrain of the Thurso region, such a rich territory is enough to support a population of more than 100,000.

Mu Teng.

Today, this is the outpost where the Xerxes expand westwards and seek revenge on the remnants of Astra who have been entangled with them for thousands of years. It is the spoils of war that the prince seized from his old enemies during his westward expedition!

With the help of the Holy Sorcerer (magician), the Astar warriors, who had hindered the Xerxes' army countless times in the past and thwarted their advances countless times, were simply vulnerable.

Even a phalanx composed of the bravest and most powerful warriors would be easily torn apart by the huge elemental waves raised by magic power, and the formation that was once unshakable in the eyes of the Xerxes would be easily torn apart.

The heavy armor created by the Asta people's smelting technology allowed these brave warriors to almost ignore the swords of the ordinary Xerxes. With the assistance of knights and light infantry, they could kill people everywhere in the enemy's front line. However, in the face of the power of magic, they were no different from a piece of scrap metal.

In the battle half a year ago, the decisive battle took place outside the city of Muten.

Because the city was surrounded by plains with no strategic locations, if they sat back and defended, the Xerxes could easily complete the encirclement with their superior military strength, and attack the huge army of 12,000 people in total, including regular troops, conscripts, family warriors, noble private soldiers and mercenaries, which Devenger had gathered together, and the whole country's strength. A bloody battle broke out between Prince Xerxes and his nearly 20,000 men.

Even today, broken swords and armor, and the rotten and dried remains of warriors can still be seen from time to time on the vast Wall Plain.

The scene of that battle still remains in Ansuna's mind: the scorching fireballs, the lightning snakes leaping among the crowd, the storms and the acid missiles... Ansuna only remembered that the Xerxes surrounded a hooded figure, who raised his hand and turned the most elite warriors of the Devngels into corpses.

Devangel lost the battle, but fortunately the wizards did not attack at the beginning. In the early fighting, they also severely damaged the Xerxes and killed a large number of their mortal soldiers. In the end, the Devangel army withdrew from the Wall Plain. Prince Xerxes also chose to cease fire because of the heavy losses he suffered in this battle. The two sides used the natural hills of the Wall Plain, which had actually been brought under the control of the Xerxes, as the boundary, and the area west of the hills still belonged to Devangel.

But judging by the envoy's provocation this time, as well as the many times in the past when Xerxes' marauding cavalry plundered the territory of Devangel, it was clear that the prince was not satisfied with this.

Since it has been proven that the enemy cannot defeat us, the ceasefire is nothing more than a gap to digest the spoils.

The Xerxes were already sharpening their swords, but what they had not expected was that their enemies would act before them.

......

Tatus Behenam is a decorated centurion who is usually in charge of the gate guards of Muten.

The position of centurion can be said to be a high and powerful position in the Western Prince's territory where the regular military force is only about 10,000 people, in the local city.

Tatus had two wives and four concubines. One of his wives was the daughter of a noble family in the territory, and the other was his sister.

Legitimate relative.

The Zoroastrians have a tradition of intermarriage, which started from the royal family. Although most of those with spellcaster blood are no different from mortals and have not inherited the talents of wizards, they still stubbornly pursue "ensuring the purity of noble blood", so they have long practiced internal marriage, from top to bottom, and then developed to the common people.

Tatus's family was not prominent, and he was able to become a centurion because of his military achievements. In the last battle, he killed three German Gaelic armored warriors in succession and was promoted based on his military achievements. Originally, he was just an unknown soldier in the regular army.

The days of being stationed in a foreign country were a bit boring for Tatus. Although he was already an officer, as he was on the front line where battles could break out at any time, he still could not ensure the safety of his family after bringing them over. So Tatus only found a local Devon Gaelic woman and signed a long-term "employment" with her as a lubricant and a channel of release for the boring military life.

Xerxes's army had poor discipline.

They value bloodline, and powerful lords do not treat civilians as human beings. The same goes for soldiers. Many people join the army just to make a living or to make money by fighting. Most generals also treat their subordinates as consumables. Insults, beatings, and corporal punishment are common. Naturally, don't expect them to have good discipline.

It was common for Muten's garrison to harass and attack the local Devon Gael residents. Because there were certain differences in appearance between the Zoroastrians and the Ashtar survivors, such as skin color and dress, it was easy to tell who were Xerxes' immigrants and who were the defeated.

Theft, robbery, even murder and house burning were not uncommon.

For the soldiers, being stationed there was boring, so they had to find some fun, and the best people to have fun with were naturally the local "losers" civilians.

But Tatus was different. As an officer, he had certain assets and status. At the same time, he and his sister had spent a lot of time struggling in the dirtiest and smelliest sewers at the bottom of the prosperous city, and they were lucky enough to get to where they are today. Watching his companions and subordinates oppressing the Devon Gaelic people would remind Tatus of his own past, so he chose to try... not to look.

There was no way. He was just a centurion, not a marshal. Military discipline originated from Xerxes' social problems. As long as the nobles and officers did not treat the soldiers as human beings, the soldiers would naturally vent their anger and hatred on weaker people. I'm afraid that no one except His Royal Highness the Prince could restrain this.

Apart from the situation happening right before his eyes, Tatus might try to dissuade the poor people from losing their lives, but there was nothing more he could do.

He's a man with a bottom line, that's all.

In his heart, he longed for another war. If he could achieve more military success, he would be able to advance further. Whether he was transferred to the country or granted a fiefdom, he could reunite with his family and seek greater development...

"S-lord!"

Tatus stood on the city wall and looked into the city, when his subordinates around him suddenly shouted in panic.

"what happened?"

Tatus frowned, and his face, which was no longer young but full of dignity, became stern.

"Enemy, enemy!"

The adjutant shouted, and Tatus turned around and saw a group of cavalrymen galloping towards this place on the road outside the city of Muten. Behind them, a troop with distinctive armor and neat military appearance was heading towards Muten!

"The flag of the Bleo people!"

"How dare they come?!" Tatus was very surprised, but he did not forget his duty. He was about to order alert and notify the whole city at the same time, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of one of the leading knights raising his hands.

"messenger?"

Tatus was confused for a moment, but soon something unusual happened.

The wall beneath them began to tremble and surge like a giant rock that had suddenly gained free will.

Tatus shook twice, and then he pressed his hand on the raised wall before falling down.

"What is this!" He was shocked and terrified, but he could only watch as the solid city wall under his feet was affected by an inexplicable force and "collapsed" into the city like a sapling forced to fall down by a strong wind!

"Mage!" In Tatus's memory, this was the last impression he had of this sudden battle.

The centurion fell from the collapsed city wall, hit a house and fainted. Fortunately, he was not killed directly by the fall or crushed. The surviving subordinates dragged Tatus back.

After the city wall collapsed, the Devengaelic knights could walk straight over the ruins and rush into the city. The slight obstacles were nothing to the mountain horses that were abundant in the Thurso area. The foot warriors followed closely behind and rushed into the city to kill.

The collapsed city walls shocked Xerxes far more than the slaughter by the warriors. Xerxes' soldiers defending the city were divided and defeated before they could even organize an effective resistance.

Everything happened too quickly, from the moment Xerxes discovered the enemy attack from the fog, to the collapse of the city walls, to the entry of the Devangelical coalition into the city.

Even Al had not expected that the offensive would proceed so smoothly. The talent of element manipulation had some reduced effect on the formed matter, but with the help of psychic power, Al still achieved his goal.

Overturn the city wall!

He entered the city with the knights, and then except for the twenty or so guards on his left and right, the others led their teams to kill the Xerxes everywhere. In this kind of urban melee, the Devengaelic people, who were better equipped, more disciplined and had higher personal bravery, were obviously more dominant. What's more, they came prepared and caught the Xerxes off guard.

Many Xerxes soldiers did not even have time to make a decision between "fighting" and "surrendering" before they were slaughtered by the Devengaelic warriors who came with great momentum and full of vengeance to regain their glory. Aiel's journey into the city was like a picnic, with infantry leading the way and knights surrounding him. There were some surrendered Xerxes and local residents on both sides of the road. The Xerxes all had fear and awe on their faces, while most of the local residents had happy expressions on their faces. However, the battle was not over yet, so it was not appropriate to celebrate openly and welcome the "royal army".

They had been badly bullied by Xerxes, and without a safe and hidden place, they dared not leave the city rashly, otherwise they might suffer even worse consequences if they encountered Xerxes' soldiers in the wild or the countryside.

There were shouts and screams everywhere, and they were advancing towards the center of Muten at a very fast speed. The warriors came prepared, with a planning value bonus, and moved swiftly. Any armed Xerxes they encountered would be killed immediately.

Ai'er walked forward along the avenue and encountered several teams of Xerxes' elite who seemed to have come out of the city. They were fighting back and forth with the advancing Devngel soldiers. He then went out in person and threw a few fireballs to clear the way, just like in the previous battle, when the Xerxes' mages easily crushed the Devngel heavy infantry regiment. The appearance of magical power was a great deterrent to the enemy both psychologically and in actual use.

Then the road was smooth and Al had no problems, arriving at the City Hall as if on a parade.

There were corpses all over the ground, and the strong smell of blood made Al frown.

A nobleman with a sword came running over, panting heavily. His visor was covered in blood and there were many marks on his armor, but he seemed to be fine.

"Sir Al, please give me a little more time. We will be able to take over the city government soon."

Al nodded. This commander also seemed to be charging into the battle personally. Although it was a surprise attack, the Xerxes regarded Muten as their forward base after all, so it was impossible for them not to station elite troops here. Even if they thought that the Devegaels would not take the initiative to attack because they had the support of the wizard, they would not lack some necessary standing forces.

He doesn't understand military affairs, so he doesn't give remote commands and just talks about military operations on paper.

Ansuna, who was following El, dismounted and frowned as she asked the sword-wielding noble, "How many people are there?"

"A few hundred, probably around three hundred people!" the man said a number.

"They are all elite warriors in full body armor, including Faris and Askari warriors!"

There were a large number of conscripts and poor people who joined the army to make a living in Xerxes' army. In the eyes of generals and lords, equipment was more valuable than the lives of the lower class, so a large number of soldiers had very poor equipment. Whether a Xerxes legion was elite or not and how powerful it was could be seen at a glance from its appearance.

Faris and Askari were two ranks in Xerxes' army. Faris was a brave general and could also be a commander, while Askari was the guard of the noble lord. Both were very elite fighting forces.

"Whoosh!"

As he was speaking, an arrow suddenly shot out from the front, targeting Ansuna who was talking to the warrior... and El who was next to her.

The female knight was startled and was about to step forward to stop it, but a giant translucent hand burning with flames appeared from the void, intercepted the arrow, and it turned into a pool of molten iron dripping under the scorching flames.

Al took off his hood and looked in the direction where the arrow came from. He saw a warrior on a high platform in the central mansion, holding the longbow in his hand and forgetting to put it down. Behind him stood two servants, who were as dazed as their master.

The person their master just shot with a bow was, was he, a mage? ! !

Chapter 10: The Queen of the Xerxes