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Soon, an Italian merchant took the lead in recruiting soldiers from the refugees, and got a musket force consisting of one hundred Italian fellows and six hundred refugees. After a little training, he immediately went to the Spanish kings to show them his weapons - Your Majesty, don't worry about the holy war. Many people are willing to fight as long as the price is right. Look at my seven hundred brothers. If you give me ten eight-riel silver coins each every month, I will take them to help you fight the Muslims, okay?

The King of Aragon agreed without hesitation. He had made a lot of money from the New World trade in the past ten years. What he lacked was not money, but the inability to convert money into combat power in a short period of time. The heavy shackles of the nobles, feudal constraints, and other heavy shackles restricted them from reforming. Now it seems that hiring veterans is a good way. The first month's 7,800 riels of silver coins were issued. Of course, the Italians could get the full set, and the refugees could only get 10%, and the remaining 90% was swallowed up.

And this is just an ordinary, even somewhat poor Italian businessman making money here.

Those wealthy businessmen could easily come up with equipment to arm a force of three to four thousand people without mortgaging their assets for cash. They could even unload the artillery from their merchant ships and use it as field artillery. These businessmen rushed to Iberia and recruited refugees in the name of holy war and revenge. After training, they sent them to the front line to die. They then took the commissions stained with the blood of these people and continued their primitive accumulation of capital.

No one will do something that loses money, but if you don't do something that goes against your conscience, there are plenty of people who will do it.

And those mercenary groups that were already active in Italy could get sky-high salaries in Spain. These Italian mercenaries were already famous, and with a series of previous military exploits as a guarantee, the Spanish kings were more willing to spend money on them. After these people joined Iberia, each person could get hundreds of eight-real silver coins as monthly military pay.

Their way of making money is even simpler - organizing refugees, letting them fill the numbers and do logistics. The money they receive each month is only a few copper coins.

But when the royal family wanted to pay commissions, these refugees suddenly became regular mercenaries - these people were all veterans from Northern Italy, our half-brothers!

Chapter 487: Gonzalo

Although Aenarion said that he would not participate in the holy war, he still had to send spies. It would take them about a week to pass the news from the Iberian battlefield front back to Egypt, so that their emperor would know how terrible the current fighting in Western Europe was.

Thanks to the excellent geographical environment, a large number of Italian merchants first landed on the coastline of the Kingdom of Aragon, where they recruited soldiers and horses. They soon raised a large army of mercenaries for the King of Aragon, and then launched a counterattack. More than 20,000 mercenaries led by twelve merchants entered the battlefield in a mighty manner. They lacked horses and had no means of reconnaissance, and the same was true for the enemy - the desert cavalry were fighting with the Habsburgs in Portugal, and Aragon was the second battlefield with only a few Janissary instructors and a large number of jihad cannon fodder. When both sides discovered the enemy, they were too close to avoid fighting.

An extremely bloody and brutal encounter broke out in an instant. Except for the very small number of Janissaries and North Italian mercenaries, tens of thousands of people on both sides were poorly trained farmers. The mountains and plains were filled with bankrupt and helpless Christian and Muslim farmers.

They formed into a skirmish formation, holding muskets and shooting at each other, accompanied by the endless sound of explosions, sparse flaming barrages whistled across the entire battlefield and passed through the equally loose enemy skirmish formation. Only a small number of unlucky souls were torn to pieces by the bullets and fell in a pool of blood, while the others continued to load gunpowder and shoot at each other, causing limited damage.

The Janissaries who were commanding the operation were surprised at the sudden surge in the number of the enemy. This was not their main attack direction, and the quantities of various supplies were limited. A large number of weapons and supplies were first supplied to the Portuguese battlefield. How could they allow these people to be wasted like this? In order to save gunpowder, the commander immediately issued an attack order, and everyone put on bayonets and charged.

The Italian mercenary leaders were not short of supplies, but they were stingy with money. Do you know how expensive a bullet and the corresponding gunpowder are? Ten bullets are equivalent to a silver coin! The effect of long-range projectile firepower to break up the formation is not good at all.

Well, you guys have terrible aim, stop shooting, charge! Charge!

"For the Virgin Mary!!!"

"Allah! Hu Akbar!!!"

Under the orders of the commanders of both sides, tens of thousands of peasants charged forward in a loose formation, or rather, rushed to their deaths, engaging in close combat on a long front of several kilometers.

Both sides held a deep hatred for the enemy and had nothing to lose, so the fighting was extremely brutal. Bayonets pierced into each other's chests with unmatched ferocity, and blood flew all over the sky. Scimitars whistled as they cut off necks, and bloody heads rolled all over the ground. The soldiers in the front row maintained the battle line, while those in the back immediately loaded gunpowder, placed the barrels of their guns on their compatriots' shoulders, pointed the muzzles at the enemy's faces and pulled the triggers!

The flying lead bullets and flames made the enemy's big face explode into a fleeting bloody epiphany with a sharp loud noise.

The entire battle line was in a crisscross pattern. Several Janissaries used flying skills to overlook the battlefield from the sky and found that the entire battlefield was like two torrents of color colliding and entangled together. Some peasants who were eager to fight found that there were enemies on all sides, and their enemies looked around and saw the same scene. All formations and queues were invalid at this moment, and they fought bloodily like gangsters.

The commanders wanted to withdraw some people and try to outflank the flanks or break through the center, but their tactics were simply impossible to execute on these soldiers: let alone the operating space, they didn't even know where the lower-level officers had gone, and there was no one to convey the orders. Even the flag bearer stuck the flag into the ground, drew his sword and rushed to the front line, roaring for revenge for his dead relatives!

A Janissary saw a bunch of Christians near the flag of the infantry regiment. They didn't know what was the point of capturing the flag and continued to fight. Another halberd company's flag was a bunch of desert longbowmen. They frowned. They couldn't find the officers and troops, and the orders couldn't be passed down. The commanders of both sides were confused and could only bite the bullet and continue to fight. The precious Italian professional mercenaries and Janissaries didn't dare to go to the battlefield, fearing that they would be gone in a flash.

This bloody battle lasted a whole day, until the sun went down. The battlefield was pitch black and nothing could be seen. Both sides slowly retreated, and then fired several rounds of volleys without being able to see anything. The scarlet flames from the muzzles lit up the entire sky. They fought in the dark for another half an hour before both sides stopped fighting. At the end of the day, 20,000 Christians were killed or wounded, and the same number was true for Muslims.

The Janissaries cursed and called for troops to be dispatched from the rear, saying that they had encountered a strong enemy in the direction of Aragon. They could defeat them for the time being, but there were heavy casualties and they needed reinforcements.

The sudden increase in the task of increasing troops forced the Janissaries, who were training troops in the back, to send more untrained farmers and cannon fodder to the front in order to meet the quantity requirements.

The Italians didn't care even more. They sent out suicide squads to clean up the battlefield, and after taking back weapons, they continued to recruit soldiers in the war zone. If the young and middle-aged men were gone, they would use the old men and children. If that didn't work, they would use women. Anyway, we are just looking for cannon fodder to pull the trigger of the musket, and then go to the Spanish kings to collect commissions. It's all the same. If they are women, they can even work part-time as camp prostitutes to satisfy the soldiers' desires.

If the front line is pushed northward by the Janissaries, it doesn't matter. It means more Christian villages will fall and more refugees will be displaced, becoming cheap or even free sources of soldiers for me to command. Then I can ask the King of Aragon for money every month based on the number of mercenaries. I'm here to make money, not to liberate Iberia. The harder and more tragic the fighting on the front line, the higher the offer I can make to the king.

Look how strong your enemies are. Without our mercenary groups standing in their way, can your own kingdom soldiers defeat them?

With the development of the times, the emerging capital businessmen gradually emerged in Western Europe. They were more happy than ever with the money earned by the soldiers' blood. Good times had come. In the past, hundreds of farmers could not beat a fully armed knight. Even if we brought a group of mercenaries with crossbows, we could not beat the knights of a small castle. We could only let the feudal nobles reap the wealth in our hands.

But now, a farmer with a musket has a chance to kill a knight, and the probability is not low. Those feudal nobles who have been riding on our heads have declined. The Iberian War has proved that the war in the new era is about who is richer, who has more guns, and who can find more cheap soldiers - now is our era.

The indifference of both sides caused the quality of soldiers to further decline and battlefield casualties continued to increase.

In half a month, the two sides fought two major battles and dozens of minor battles on the front line, with more than 50,000 casualties on the battlefield. The casualties of civilians in the affected villages could not be counted at all. The battle line was always changing, and the Christians and Muslims living in this generation were completely unable to live a good life. They were forced to join the army and take up arms to fight for their country, religion, and other people's money and ambitions. As a result, no matter how heavy the casualties on the front battlefield were, both sides had no shortage of reinforcements, and their poor quality would only make the next battle more difficult to control.

The battlefield in Castile was similar to that in Aragon. A large number of Spanish merchants who made their fortunes in the New World followed the Italians' example, selling their land, mortgaging their assets, leveraging their assets to buy hundreds of guns, and then pulling the people who couldn't survive on the Castilian front to form mercenary groups.

Work as a mercenary for nearby nobles and kings and earn huge profits.

Just as the battlefield between Aragon and Castile intensified, the corpses and blood of hundreds of thousands of people dyed the land of Iberia red. The former Venetian merchants switched to mercenaries to make money, making the industry more and more competitive, and some people who joined later changed their strategy.

We will not look for refugees, but directly look for local residents: Look, the Muslims are right before our eyes, and are about to massacre your villages and rape your wives and daughters. Your king's free conscription order will probably come down soon - under the feudal fiefdom system, both knights and common people have to fight for the lord for a certain period of time without compensation. You cannot cultivate this field well.

Rather than being used as cannon fodder unconditionally by the king, you might as well buy my musket. It is not expensive, the price of two oxen. You can pledge your land, or owe it to me first and then pay me back slowly after you get the military pay - just pay a little more interest.

Then, I will introduce you to the nearest mercenary group. I will take an extra portion of your monthly salary as an agency fee. In this way, you can take the best musket and a salary to the battlefield to protect your land and your children.

If you don't make this choice, your lord will conscript you into the cannon fodder camp for free, and you will be sent to the front line with a spear and a shield to die - the environment is so fucked up now, you can make your own choice, be conscripted into the army for free by your feudal lord, or join us and at least get some money.

The Iberian people, who have been repeatedly tortured by war and religion, have no choice but to join in and use their lives to fill this war that seems to have no end.

In Portugal, Alaood al-Din and Abaddon led two armies to advance rapidly. Abaddon's Black Legion fought all the way to the capital of the Kingdom of Portugal: Lisbon, and then nothing happened. This place had long been turned into a bastion, with well-trained soldiers and sufficient food in the city. Maximilian's previous loss to Abaddon was only a problem of insufficient reserve troops. It was not that easy to defeat him.

Now, after seeing how unkind the Italian and Spanish merchants were, he began to do the same in Portugal. When the Habsburg family's support was unable to supply subsequent troops, he recruited Portuguese peasants to rise up in rebellion.

Alauddin pushed all the way to Cordoba, an ancient capital of the world on par with Constantinople, Baghdad and Chang'an, but he ran into a bastion. Gonzalo de Cordoba, a general of the Kingdom of Castile, led the country's last remaining troops to resist the Ottoman offensive in this ancient city.

The emergence of cannons should have made the war less difficult. No city wall could withstand a salvo of cannon fire. If it could, then just fire another round.

However, the emergence of the bastion brought the times back to the difficult era of two armies fighting each other across the city walls. The difficulty even became higher than before. The duration of the war was extended indefinitely, and the cost of the war began to grow exponentially as time went on.

The two Islamic jihad armies had no choice but to dig trenches, deploy artillery positions, and build fortifications outside the cities of Lisbon and Cordoba, and were engaged in a lengthy siege. The deafening artillery fire resounded through the sky every day, and the waters of the Atlantic Ocean were rippling with death in the artillery fire that covered the sky.

Chapter 488: Shinra Heavenly Expedition

The intensity of the war in Iberia was already terrible, but compared with the war on the border between Shinra and France, it was somewhat insufficient.

The French king divided his troops into two groups. While the southern army invaded Provence, the northern army sent troops to declare war on the Kingdom of Burgundy. This shameless Grand Duke of Burgundy not only established a kingdom, but also incorporated Burgundy into the Holy Roman Empire. You know that Burgundy has been an inseparable part of France since ancient times, right?

The Habsburgs were also tormented and had no choice but to promise to divide the land of France among other princes in the face of two endless fronts in Iberia and France. At the cost of giving up centralized power, they let their vassals come over to fight. Finally, the princes of the Holy Roman Empire responded and joined the war under the temptation of interests.

The Elector of the Palatinate, the Elector of Saxony, and some scattered princes of northern Germany entered the Kingdom of Burgundy to assist their colleagues.

The Empress of Holy Roman Empire personally brought the loyal Grand Duke of Bavaria and Grand Duke of Savoy to Provence, and fought fiercely with the French army in a sea of ​​purple lavender. Holy Roman Empire had more cannons, while the French artillerymen were veterans tempered in the Hundred Years' War, with a higher hit rate. With smoke billowing and flesh and blood rotting, the magnificent and dazzling purple sea of ​​flowers was instantly blown into a scarlet hell of flames by cannon fodder. Even the sky over the battlefield was rendered a horrifying scarlet color by the dazzling flames from the muzzles.

The French, who had also been tempered into an iron-blooded army by the Hundred Years' War, formed themselves into skirmish lines, marched forward on the sea of ​​flowers, and met the enemy with muskets in their hands. They were wood elves, half-elf hybrids born of wood elves and humans. In the new era, they naturally abandoned their longbows and embraced muskets. Their shooting accuracy was frighteningly high. Some extremely good snipers could even blow up the heads of enemy flag bearers and company commanders from a distance of two hundred meters, forcing low-level Shinra officers to wear the same clothes as soldiers.

After a round of artillery and musket fire and indiscriminate bombing, the French Knights of the Imperial Order appeared.

Land dragons as big as houses, wearing blue robes, appeared on the battlefield roaring. The sound of dragon claws trampling the ground seemed to ring in the hearts of every Shinra soldier.

Some French soldiers who were close to them would even be shaken to the point of losing their balance and falling to the ground. The various monsters were no different from dragons except that they had no wings, could not cast spells or use dragon's breath. The smallest land dragon was an astonishing ten meters long, and when its head was raised high, it was a full three or four meters high.

"Get the knights out! Get ready to charge!!!"

At the command of the Queen of Shinra, a large number of land dragons also rushed to the front line of the battlefield carrying Shinra knights. However, the robes on these dragons were colorful, with all kinds of family emblems, and none of them were uniform. There was a kind of colorful chaotic beauty. The knights of France were equipped with uniform equipment. All the sea blue dragon robes were printed with the same golden irises.

At the beginning of the charge, the Order Knights and Shinra Knights, wearing the best full body plate armor and the most colorful and huge feathers on their helmets, sat on the saddle on the front shoulder of the dragon. They held giant dragon spears of seven or eight meters in length and stared at the enemies in front of them. With the speed of the charge getting faster and faster and the enemies getting closer and closer, they tried their best to dodge the enemy's dragon spears while trying to send their seven-meter-long dragon spears accurately into the enemy's chest!

"boom!!!"

The land dragon knights of both sides collided heavily with each other. The seven or eight meter long dragon spears directly pierced the enemy's armor under the accelerated charge and knocked the knights off the dragon saddle one by one. They fell to the ground like fallen leaves, dragging trails of blood. The loud sound of the armor colliding with the ground announced the death of an elite knight.

Some dragon spears pierced the land dragon's head. The giant beasts roared miserably after being hit hard. Broken dragon scales and blood splattered in all directions. However, they were too big and their vitality was extremely tenacious. It was difficult to kill the land dragon with a single dragon spear charge. The following close combat was a real bloody battle.

With the shaking earth and the roar of dragons, the giant beasts fought bloodthirstily. The dragon claws swept across, the bloody teeth bit fiercely, and the broken scales and dragon blood mixed with broken cotton cloth fell from the sky like a rainstorm. Under the command of the master, the sub-dragons fought fiercely like wild beasts! Some sub-dragons that lost the control of their riders tried to escape, but were captured by their respective mages, and this eternal mount continued to be passed down.

The land dragon fought extremely ferociously, and the riders on it were no less afraid. One by one, the knights took out their spare seven-meter-long spears and swung the scary big things as easily and swiftly as if they were wielding small daggers, continuing to stab at the enemy on the dragon's back. The two dragon spears entangled with the bumpy dragon's back like two entangled metal venomous snakes, fighting evenly.

When the spare dragon spears were also broken, the dragon knights of the Holy Roman Empire and France took out their special flails: a two-handed wooden handle, and an iron ball covered with spikes, connected only by a six or seven meter long thick iron chain. They swung these special flails with a whirring wind, and swung them round and smashed them directly at the enemy's head! One by one, the knights of the Imperial Order and the nobles of the Holy Roman Empire had their helmets smashed, and they fell off the dragon's back screaming.

If the two flails are entangled together, the fight between the knights becomes a tug-of-war of strength. Once pulled off the dragon's back, these knights, whose strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, can really throw another strong man wearing plate armor and weighing more than 100 kilograms into the sky through a more than ten-meter-long chain.

The knights knew very well that the land dragons had only one weakness. Without the order of their masters, these creatures had intelligence equivalent to that of wild beasts and would not take huge risks to attack their equally large peers just for a bite of food. The efficiency of killing dragon knights was always higher than that of killing these giant dragons.

The battlefield on land was at a stalemate, and both sides began to seek advantages in the sky. The Queen of Shinra appeared in person, and three super-giant true dragons, whose sizes were not inferior to Indrognir, rose rapidly into the sky at the Queen's command. The black one among them was ridiculously large, like a dark god of death, overlooking the entire battlefield. The shadow of its wings prevented four or five thousand people from seeing the sun's light.

The King of France was not at all afraid and also sent out his best troops. Trumpets sounded and a large number of royal knights riding on vultures rose into the sky roaring. They rode a kind of four-hoofed monster that was a mixture of a horse and an eagle. They had an eagle's head and wings, and eagle-shaped front claws the size of a horse's hooves, while the hind half was the same as a horse, with a horse's mane, tail and hooves.

Although this thing is not as big and powerful as a dragon, it is faster and there are more of them. The Queen of Shinra controls the black dragon to spit out dragon flames. As a result, a knight of the imperial decree shows off his superb riding skills and commands the hippogriff to fly, rotate, and move forward around the dragon flame column. The dragon's agility is completely unmatched! When facing this thing, the dragon is like a clumsy giant swinging a heavy hammer to swat a group of damn flies.

After a few dragon breaths, not a single hippogriff knight was killed. Some even flew onto the dragon's back, used the hippogriff's charge to straighten their spears, and stabbed the Queen of Shinra fiercely, vowing to kill the enemy leader for their country!

Then, the knight was hit with a disintegration spell by the Queen of Shinra at close range. In a terrifying green halo, both the man and the horse were torn into pieces that were invisible to the naked eye. Daenerys roared and fought fiercely on the dragon's back. She used the power of earthquakes, ice, lightning, and magma to tear teams of Order Knights into pieces, forcing them to unable to get close. They turned around to harass other dragons and poked their eyes with their lances.

Even more troublesome is that the French knights suffered heavy casualties in the Hundred Years' War. Many of the current Knights of the Charter were promoted from ordinary soldiers, or had their territories destroyed by the British. They are desperate to regain their ancestral heritage, and these people have no concept of chivalrous honor. Some of the old soldiers who survived the battlefield have not even much moral concept left after fighting the immoral British for more than a hundred years.

I saw some knights installing a small enchanted scorpion crossbow on the back of their vultures. Several ghostly hands pulled the heavy crossbow strings at the speed of one arrow every three seconds and loaded spear-sized ammunition. Every crossbow arrow fired burned with dark blue arcane flames, powerful enough to tear dragon scales apart.

Some knights relied on the high-strength carrying capacity of the vultures and were equipped with portable artillery similar to the ogre tiger squat cannon, which forced Daenerys to build an ice barrier for defense. Some people went even further, their vultures flew barrels of gunpowder into the sky and threw them into the mouths of the fire-breathing dragons, causing shocking explosions to detonate in front of the dragons' mouths! One dragon was so badly blown that all its teeth fell out.

Some knights' wooden barrels contained not only gunpowder but boiling gold juice and poisonous acid water, which they threw at the head of the Queen of Shinra.

There were also some knights with royal decrees who simply modified the saddle so that a civilian musketeer could sit behind the saddle. A belt was put on the belly of the griffin and a musketeer was hung on it to increase the air firepower. A griffin carrying three people in battle made the Shinra knights' blood pressure rise - you knights let civilians sit on your saddles???

Although it was very dishonorable, it was very useful. In front of these skilled royal knights who had no chivalrous honor and moral pressure, Daenerys could not gain advantage in the sky. In half a month, Shinra and France fought two battles in Provence, and there was no winner due to heavy casualties.

Chapter 489: The Power of Chaos

This holy war gradually evolved into a European war, while Aenarion continued to study the scroll given to him by Mortarion in Egypt. He comprehended the secrets of the Chaos Scholar and adjusted and optimized his profession through the secret techniques of the White Tower of Constantinople, transforming some Psions into Chaos Scholars. After all, there is only one prerequisite for the Demon Hunter profession: there must be a demon sealed in the body.

After completing the study and replacement, he finally upgraded to level 17 and learned three spellcasting abilities recorded by chaos scholars that touched the essence of chaos.

Aenarion

Level 17 (1st level Psion + 10th level Demon Hunter + 6th level Chaos Scholar)

Level 17 (Level 17 Death Knight)

Health 116, Mana 513

Spear of Dionysus: Hit +28, Chaos Damage 15~30

Kane's Sword Hit +38, Chaos Damage 25~40

War Staff Hit +28, Chaos Damage 15~30

Sword of Change x3 Hit +24, Chaos Damage 11~26

防护42（巨龙鳞甲+13、敏捷+7，惰性护甲+11，优雅绝伦+11）

Strength 14, Agility 24, Constitution 10

Intelligence 20, Wisdom 8, Charisma 32

Chaos Magic: ∞

[Chaos Surge]: Each time you cast a spell, there is a one-quarter chance that the effect will be weakened by 50%, a one-quarter chance that the effect will remain unchanged, a one-quarter chance that the effect will be increased by 50%, and a one-quarter chance that the effect will be increased by 100%.

[Favor of Chaos]: Once per day, lasts up to 102 seconds. You can upgrade your flesh and blood into a mysterious chaotic form. All attacks launched against you have a 20% chance of missing. Even True Seeing or similar effects cannot offset this effect. When judging Chaos Surge, your spell effects will never weaken. The chances of unchanged effects, 50% amplification, and 100% amplification will be increased to one third.

[Secondary Chaos Rift]: You tear apart reality, allowing the essence of chaos to seep into the physical world. The rift takes 6 to 24 seconds to fully manifest, during which time it continuously releases colorful light, violent winds, and loud roars. The world within a six-meter radius of the rift will be affected.

When the rift is fully revealed, everyone in the range will have a chance to lose control and backfire on themselves when casting magic or psychic power, but you are not affected by this, and the cost of all spells is reduced by 50%. You can trigger 17 secondary chaos rifts per day, and when the rift is fully revealed, it can last for up to 102 seconds.

After completing the upgrade, Aenarion finally touched the realm of the Nine Rings and chose two Nine Rings psychic powers.

[Nine Rings Protection·Mage Disintegration]: Consumes 17 mana points. Within the 13-meter radius of the explosion, all magic effects will be destroyed, all magical items will be restored to ordinary items, and there is a 17% chance of ignoring the anti-magic field effect, and the anti-magic field will be broken together.

This thing is a table-turning spell. Even if you defeat the enemy with this move, you won't be able to get any spoils because they will all be smashed to pieces by you. But then again, if you really encounter a spellcaster as powerful as Perturabo, you will have to use this move. Not to mention getting the spoils, it's even a question of whether you will be killed by the spell.

[Nine Rings Protection·Mana Plunder]: Consume 17 mana points and try to remove the magic effects on a target or an area, but you can choose to transfer each successfully removed magic effect to yourself.

This is a super magic removal, priest nemesis,

When a priest with seventeen layers of amplification magic rushes towards you with a hammer, you can use Mana Loot to absorb all the seventeen layers of his magic if you are lucky.

The psychic's enhancement has almost reached its limit, and the Death Knight has also entered the ninth ring. Aenarion is speeding up to learn the ninth ring knowledge of the three series of necromancy, transmutation, and conjuration.

The first is [Nine-ring Undead·Breath of Weakness]: consumes 17 mana points, adds the power of death weakness to your dragon breath, and causes 2 to 8 negative levels to all targets affected by the dragon breath.

This is an excellent debuff spell. To put it simply, if a level 17 warlock is hit by dragon's breath and fails the immunity, if he is lucky, he will temporarily drop 17 levels from level 2 to level 15. If he is unlucky, he will gain 8 negative levels. Then the actual combat effectiveness will be directly reduced to level 9, which is very fatal. Moreover, this is a large-scale group skill. The size of the range depends entirely on how wide the impact area of ​​your dragon's breath is. For Aenarion, who has the breath of a five-colored dragon queen, the range of his dragon's breath is even more outrageous.

The second is [Nine Rings Change·Time Stop]: consumes 17 mana points, completely stops time, and solidifies for 6 to 24 seconds.

This thing is the same as the psychic [Time Acceleration], both speed up one's own time flow, making oneself extremely fast, so that everything around slows down as if it is still, but this spell consumes more mana, and the stop time is more random and less fixed. With Chaos Surge, the ability to increase by 100%, it may be possible to extend the time stop to 48 seconds.

Finally, there is [Nine Rings Spell: Disaster Black Blade]: Consume 17 mana points, materialized disaster and destruction cut through space, and appear in front of you in the shape of a pitch-black long sword. This sword flies to the enemy you want to destroy according to your will, attacks once every six seconds, hits 28 (17 basic hits + 11 charm bonus), causes 34~204 magic damage, and if the six rings disintegration spell is normal, the opponent will be reduced to ashes, lasting 102 seconds.

This thing can be considered to supplement the attack surface, although there are many problems, such as it has a physical body and can be attacked, destroyed, and dissolved.

However, this black sword can last for 102 seconds, which is equivalent to consuming 17 mana points. Slowly firing 17 shots requires consuming 289 mana points to perform Disintegration. A simple and crude way to save mana.

After finishing his training, Aenarion looked at the latest intelligence from the front line, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper. The Western Europeans were fighting more and more outrageous. Before, he thought it was just a regional friction, and it was very far away from him, so he had no interest in getting involved.

But now, how come half of Europe is involved in the war? The Muslim fleet of Hayreddin on the Iberian Peninsula even engaged in a naval battle with the Venetian fleet in the waters of Tripoli, and the wreckage and wounded drifted to their own province of Cyrenaica.

Aenarion felt that he needed to reconsider and assess the severity of this war. Not to mention how terrible the battle between the Shinra and France in Provence and Burgundy was, the Iberian Peninsula was also terrible. The total population of the entire peninsula was eight million at most, and now the number of soldiers killed on the battlefield exceeded 100,000, and the fighting was getting more and more fierce. Did I miss something? How did you mobilize so many soldiers in the feudal era? ? ?

Chapter 490: Triumvirate

While Aenarion was thinking about the future situation, the Holy Roman Empire and France had already fallen into a protracted stalemate on land. After both sides found that the tactics of artillery bombardment, cavalry charge, and infantry sweep could not break the opponent's defense, they had no choice but to fight a defensive war and a war of attrition. The King of France also learned from the princes of the Holy Roman Empire and built a damn bastion on the border.

When neither side is able to destroy the other and the situation is deadlocked, victory will depend on who has better logistics, greater financial resources, and who can mobilize all the country's resources to compete and consume them on the front line.

The Holy Roman Empire was in great trouble. If it had only dealt with a French night raid, it would not have been so passive. However, its most outstanding Crown Prince Maximilian and a large number of Spanish Habsburg members were still in Portugal, trapped in Lisbon by Abaddon. The Venetian navy was protecting a large amount of resources and rushing towards Portugal, but was blocked in Gibraltar by Hayreddin's navy, and could not get through. No supplies could be delivered to their own people.