Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 85 Psionic Artillery and Fortification
Most of the time, when the picture changes from extreme dynamics to instant static, it makes people feel nauseous and want to vomit.

And this time, the beautiful picture above the sky is like this.

The remaining Bretonnian bards on the island of Albion were frantically recording everything they saw, trying to use the most beautiful writing and literary talent to record the feat of the sea elves trying to use the ether sea and their own power to drown the psychic sun in the sky.

Just as they were describing how tragic and heroic the sea elves' fight was, with unimaginable brilliant colors, and even their skin was dyed a bright red, the scene in front of them froze.

Four little golden suns slowly spread their wings, revealing their pure black inner shells.

The 480 guns that were fired in an instant stopped the black wave in mid-air. Because all the soldiers were the most elite soldiers and had been controlled by Leon's psychic power, there was no overlap between the firing range and the splash zone.

The entire sea elf army covering the sky was thinned in an instant. In that round of bombardment, countless sea beasts and elves fell from the sky, losing their glory.

They simply couldn't understand why such a strange thing appeared.

In Kalimdor, they had seen many kinds of aerospace battleships, but they had never seen such a golden and dazzling thing as the one before them, which looked more like a work of art than a battleship.

Moreover, the power of the artillery fire far exceeded the imagination of the sea elves. It was as if the ocean element of the ether sea did not exist at all. The flaming shells exploded among the sea beasts and the elves. All the creatures within a radius of several meters or even dozens of meters were torn to pieces by the terrifying force.

What kind of power is this? The Goblin Chamber of Commerce has never seen anything that can explode like this in the ocean element?
"Everyone, pay attention! The power of those artillery pieces isn't right! We can't stay around! We have to charge in! Charge in!"

The sea elf reacted very quickly and found a sea beast in the sky. After stepping on it, it shouted and gave orders to all the sea elves.

He was very lucky. Although the shell blew up his car, he himself was surprisingly unharmed.

As an excellent commander, he was keenly aware of the enemy's abnormalities.

The strange golden warship was full of cannons, and there was a drop compartment under the cabin. Based on the experience of being a mercenary in Kalimdor and other places, this design was often made to maximize firepower. In other words, this kind of thing must be thin on the outside and big on the inside, and there would definitely be problems if someone got close to it.

Each of the sea elves felt as if their souls were burning. This battle was probably the most exciting and amazing battle in history. Each of them had to sacrifice their lives.

But is this something to be afraid of? Aren't they losing their lives every moment?
The sea elf felt a red courage enveloping his heart.

They were unwilling to accept that their fate and life had become so boring. Even if it was death, landing in this damn old world, even if it was death, they hoped to die in a blaze of glory.

A few seconds later, just as the sea elves were about to charge, the hundreds of artillery pieces roared at the same time again, interrupting the sea elves' charge in the blink of an eye. Once again, countless corpses flew down from the sky, forming a very bloody and beautiful picture.

But the sea elf leader wiped his cheek, looked at the hundreds of cannon muzzles, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The power has been reduced.

In other words, their defenses have been strengthened.

All the sea elves seemed to be covered with an invisible red mist. Each sea elf seemed to have a shield to dodge arrows, and even the damage area of ​​the explosion was much smaller. Why is this? Or is it that they came here for some conspiracy? Such thoughts only flashed in their minds for a moment, and the sea elves quickly put them behind their minds. Every sea elf felt the anger emanating from their souls, and vowed to tear these enemies into pieces.

"Everyone! Form two columns! We will advance alternately and cover each other! The enemy's artillery fire has weakened! Get the biological bombs ready!"

The young leader shouted among the crowd, and the power of psychic energy transmitted his will to the entire battlefield.

The sea elves immediately charged at the four bright golden suns hanging high in the sky with a level of training that was absolutely impossible in the past. In the past, the sea elves, who only knew how to charge and plunder souls, showed amazing combat qualities.

Even though the enemy ships had begun to give up their volleys and were choosing to flank and kill the knights who were charging in the front, the sea elves quickly charged to the front of the ships.

This was something they had never been able to do in the past, but now they have done it.

The soldiers who were originally plundering now seemed to be even more ruthless. They completed the contact within a second, took out the biological bomb, placed it on the edge of the ship, and pulled the ring. After a muffled bang, everyone was shocked by the result in front of them.

"……Why?"

How is it possible that this can't be blown through?
Looking at the gilded shell, the sea elf holding the corrosive explosives looked in disbelief at the arm that was blown back and corroded into a pool of flesh and bones.

In front of him, the slightly corroded pits on the aerospace battleship were beginning to flatten at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, on the shell, the muzzle turned slightly, and the dark muzzle was aimed at the bewildered sea elf. Then, the bright light was reflected in his pupils.

'boom! ’

Along with another round of artillery fire, countless confused sea elves' corpses floated in the air, looking blankly at the young leader with bloodshot eyes, as if silently questioning him why he insisted on resisting to the end.

What made the sea elf leader feel even more desperate was that he seemed to hear a curse from someone in the void against such a solid deck. In the next moment, their courage, their organization, and their anger at seeing death as their own will, all turned into nothingness.

Noisy and painful screams spread across the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

'Save me! I don't want to die!'

"I was just kidding! I don't want to die, no!"

“Why is this happening… Were we God’s playthings from the beginning…?”

'Who saw my arm? Who saw my arm!'

"This is fortification, kid. Your biological bombs can't destroy a fortress. Have a good journey."

A frivolous voice appeared in his mind, and then he saw a flame expanding in front of him, which blew all his dreams into pieces in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)