Chapter 381: Break the line
The Holy Knight's self-destruction is almost the most powerful attack method that the traversers currently have.
It has to pay a huge price, not only the cooling time is very long, but also the loss of a lot of experience points, and it will also cause all professional skills to fall into a long cooldown. Low-end skills such as "theological knowledge" take about ten days, those The most high-end may even take about half a year. During this period of time, the traverser was not so much a paladin as a warrior—and a reduced version of the warrior with only general skills.
For the undead transmigrators, this price is too great, so great that no one has used it a second time except the panda used it once.
But today, here and now, is the most suitable for using this skill.
There are enough enemies, enough evil, and the whole world will be cleansed in one blow. It's also important enough that it's worth spending a few months in the castle for it.
So Victor took a decisive shot, and the effect was outstanding.
The holy light gradually dissipated, and the Thracian torches scorched by the holy flame were still acting as illumination.
Because of the shock brought by the "scourge", almost all the Thracian soldiers near the entrance of the barracks were in shock. They panicked and didn't know what to do. They clearly saw the panda and the others rushed in, but they also stood there dumbfounded. Anything to stop it.
Panda rushed in front of a dumbfounded Thracian officer, without even looking at the other side.
To put it in the past, this not-weak Thracian officer must draw his sword to fight, even if it can only be delayed for a while. But now, he has no fighting spirit at all, and his heart is full of frustration and fear.
Among all the good gods, the God of Light is considered to be the most aggressive faction. Wherever the Holy Light goes, even if you don't get hit, just looking at it from a distance will make the evil person tremble with fear, and your hands and feet will go weak.
Just like this officer, even though he knew that he should fight, he couldn't bring up the slightest courage, so he could only stare blankly at the panda and the others as they swaggered past him like a fool.
As for those who aren't evil enough... Nima has been exposed to the Holy Light, don't you have any pressure in your heart? Even a blind man can see what he has done recently. Now that retribution is imminent, and it is too late to be ashamed and introspective, who would be nervous to stop the heroes who fight for justice?
They didn't turn their guns to deal with their former colleagues, but they were full of integrity and loyalty!
The traversers didn't think so much. They only knew that Victor had even used it to self-destruct, and everyone must not live up to his sacrifice. So they took big strides one by one and hurriedly ran towards the center of the barracks.
Along the way, more than one powerful Thracian expert looked at them with complicated expressions, but not a single one came up to stop them.
As for the weaker Thracian soldiers, many of them couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands. When the pandas and the others passed by with murderous intent, more than one soldier let go of their hands subconsciously.
Along the way they rushed past, the sound of weapons falling to the ground was chaotic.
Soon, the travelers came to the center of the Thracian military camp and saw the altar.
At this moment, there are still many people lying on the altar, but there is no one on the altar. The great magicians are not blind. Even Marquis Henry can recognize the "God of Light Church" style "God of Light". How could they recognize it? not out?
They have no sense of justice and no conscience, but they have brains.
Under what circumstances would a paladin use "scourge"?
Two conditions must be met. The first is that the situation is very urgent, and only divine scourge can break the crisis and win hope; the second is that after the sacrifice of the paladin, either the evil can be annihilated, or a reliable comrade-in-arms can follow up. Their sacrifices were not in vain.
Is the situation urgent enough? They are not sure. But they can be sure that the paladin who used Divine Retribution does have a group of teammates.
This group of teammates doesn't need to be particularly strong. As long as they are similar to the legendary paladin, they cannot be resisted by the current Thracian army.
It is true that the legendary powerhouse is not invincible. As long as there are enough soldiers to fight to the death, the legendary powerhouse can even be consumed to death by human life.
But why do people want to fight with you? As long as he avoids the real, the imaginary, a legendary powerhouse is enough to contain tens of thousands of troops!
... Of course, these great magicians never imagined that what they faced this time was really a group of guys who were already passionate and full of only the word "death".
At this time, in the guild hall of the castle, the traversers who hung back were already muttering.
"Dude, did we fight a little too recklessly this time?"
"Reckless... Isn't our style just reckless, what's wrong?"
"I mean... Actually, we can think about a strategy or something... For example, get a joint spell, get a big stone ball to roll over, or we just set up a battle to consume them slowly... Anyway, we have fewer people and consume Low, it is immortal, if it goes on like this, no matter how we look at it, we will win, why should we force their way?"
"...you seem to be right..."
"Actually, we don't need to gather together to push a wave, just three or five people, harassing and attacking every once in a while, so that they can't even sleep soundly. At most five or six days, they will collapse."
"Fuck! This method sounds great!"
At this moment, Victor shouted: "Hey! Have you considered another question? That's cool!"
"Cool?" Everyone looked at him.
"Yes! It's cool!" Victor laughed, "It's so frontal, so tough, so self-destructing... When I was punished by the gods and slammed their neat formation into a big hole, Not to mention how cool it is!"
He clenched his fist and waved it vigorously: "Have fun!"
The paladin, who had just staged a super powerful self-destruction, looked around and met everyone's eyes, smiling like a novice player who had just exploded with the best equipment.
"Those of us, who are not afraid of death, and do not know how to go back, are not interested in power and status... in fact, we may not have any interest in talking about it. So apart from being happy, what else is worth pursuing?" he asked out loud.
Everyone, look at me, I look at you, thoughtfully.
The discussion in the guild hall soon spread to Sanyu, who was rushing through the barracks with the panda and heading towards the central army tent.
"Panda, in our battle this time, there are actually quite a few problems." Sanyu said.
"It's good to win, if there is a problem, I'll correct it next time." Panda replied nonchalantly.
"Well, when Marquis Henry is killed, let's have a post-war discussion."
"no problem!"
While speaking, they rushed to the entrance of the central army tent, wielded their weapons, chopped down the guards who were loyal to Marquis Henry, and then rushed in.
The tent was empty, and the unique fluctuations of teleportation magic were still oscillating in the air.
Generally speaking, at this point, the battle is over, but the traversers obviously don't think so.
Eric, who had been using spells to speed up and barely kept up with the team, walked up and looked at the magic circle carefully. After a few seconds, he smiled.
"His teleportation location is one hundred and fifty kilometers away, it should be..." He thought for a while, comparing the map of this area he had remembered before, "Northwest of the Norma Mountains, near the sea."
"Okay!" Panda nodded and posted this message in the chat channel.
There was a whistling sound in the sky, and the traversers who were able to fly took off one after another and flew in that direction...