13 Mink Street Chapter 272

Karen and Ophelia were following Dorons, but at an absolutely safe distance between them.

In fact, if Cullen was just alone now, he would probably prefer to find a higher ground with a better view, and stand or sit there to observe Dorons' advance and the countermeasures that would appear next.

It is impossible for Ophelia to do this. Her identity is here. Even if she is not crazy enough to rush to Dorons with a big sword, it is impossible to accompany Karen to stand and watch the play from a distance.

The Dark Moon Blade provides Ophelia with a faster speed, and her physical fitness can also provide a better carrier for the Dark Moon Blade to play.

At this point, Karen does not have an advantage. His physical fitness can be said to be good now, but it is only good at the level of ordinary people. Fortunately, the accumulation of spiritual power in his body is very deep, nothing more than a lot. Consume some spiritual power in exchange for the blessing of speed.

However, in order to prevent being seen by outsiders, Karen did not use the dark moon blade to speed up the movement like Ophelia, but alternately used the acceleration spell of order and the black mist.

I have to say that it is really shocking to witness the sight of Dorons crushing everything after advancing. It is not just a vehicle, it is a serious beast.

Where it passed, be it woods, streams, or hillsides, all were razed to the ground.

At this time, a dozen black spots appeared in front of Dorons.

Ophelia slowed down and jumped onto a big tree next to her, and Karen's figure also came to the other side of the big tree.

"It's uncles and elders."

Karen looked further back, and saw that a small army of Dark Moon guards had been organized there, and the formation had already begun.

However, both in terms of number and temperament, although they are mainly cold weapons, they are really incomparable with the Order Knights that I have seen before.

I still remember the terrifying feeling of depression and suffocation when I watched the Knights emerge from the cave that day.

But this is already all the power that Darkmoon Island can gather at the moment. This power is usually used to maintain the security of the port operation and other aspects. Even when the two major gods meet, they can also share it. Sufficient manpower for security.

However, if you want to mobilize them to face this kind of battle, it is a little powerless.

When the Cult of Order was at war with the outside world, the Whip of Order team was only in the third batch. No matter how good the police were, if you let them go directly to the battlefield, the effect would definitely not be very good.

At this time, using a single-point breakthrough method may have miraculous effects. This is a behemoth, but its huge body is its advantage, and it may also become its disadvantage.

Tafman looked at Dorons in front of him. If only his fleet was here at this time, the magic crystal gun on the warship would always be the best way to deal with such a huge existence.

But it doesn't make sense to think about it now. If you don't take action to stop Dorons now, this big guy will be able to crush the town directly!

"Taffman, your injury..."

"It won't affect my battle. The patriarch has already asked the Order God Cult for help. Although the Order God Cult will definitely not sit idly by, we still have to show our role as much as possible.

I believe that the elders will not want our Darkmoon Island to be looked down upon like this! "

"Listen to you, you come to order."

"Taffman, we are at your command."

"Even if you are a dog, you can't be the most useless dog."

"It's very simple, break its defenses, protect Elder Zimar and set up a formation on Dorons' head, let's go!"

The order was given very briefly, because Tafman believed that each of these elders had rich experience and could make their own choices according to the situation. Everyone only needed to know a common purpose in their hearts.

The most important thing is that everyone is very unfamiliar with Dorons. There are not many records about Dorons handed down in Darkmoon Island, because Dorons was carrying Philias and his party to Darkmoon Island. Afterwards, Philias arranged for him to fall asleep.

The elders took off their robes, revealing their armors one after another. Some people's armors were inherited from their families, while others were designed and forged by themselves.

Darkmoon Island's forging technology has always been famous, but it's not a trade item exported from Darkmoon Island. It's not that they don't want the weapons and armors they forged by themselves to flow out, but the things they forge need to cooperate with the power of Darkmoon. In order to exert the greatest effect, for outsiders, except for a little collection value, the practical value will be very low.

More than a dozen people, with a dark red sheen on their bodies, started running towards Dorons together.

Elder Zimar consciously walked in the most protected area in the center, and his arms were already covered with scrolls of various formations.

The blood mist around Dorons' body became the first line of defense to stop them. This blood mist had devoured the lives of unknown animals and plants during the march.

The four elders were divided into two columns, forcibly accelerated their speed and separated from the whole. They each took out their knives and swords, and stimulated the dark moon power in their bodies to the extreme, and slashed directly on the blood mist.

The blood mist was directly torn out of huge openings. The four elders, two on each side, continued to open the cracks in the blood mist, opening the passage for the latecomers.

It is not difficult to split this layer of blood mist. The real difficulty lies in maintaining it, which is equivalent to using the power of the dark moon in oneself and the power in this giant beast to fight against each other.

Tafman led the rest of the elders directly into the blood fog.

When the four elders who opened the crack saw this, they withdrew their weapons one after another and quickly retreated. Regardless of whether they were successful or not, they would work together to reopen the crack in the blood mist when the people who went in were about to come out.

Dorons' gaze moved down slightly, as if noticing the scene below him.

But it did not choose to stop to solve them, and the speed did not change in the slightest, and continued to rush towards the town on the island.

There, there are the most Darkmoon bloodlines, and there is the core of revenge!

"Get on its body!"

Tafman held a knife with one arm. He was the last line of defense for Elder Zimar, and the other elders began to disperse at this time to help block the next danger.

Although Dorons did not stop to deal with them specially, just like some instinctive movements and reactions when the body is bitten by mosquitoes, it is still a terrifying threat to tiny existences.

The scales on Dorons began to fly out automatically and bounced over. Each scale was the size of a room. The Darkmoon elders kept waving their weapons to split them apart. One of them split seven scales in a row. Later, when he was splitting towards the eighth scale, there was a layer of small scales mixed with the broken scales. He could dodge completely at this time, but the consequence of releasing the scales was that the group of people who were being protected all the way up might be killed. The spillover affects the process.

So he chose to use his body to resist hard. In the end, although the scales changed direction, he himself was hit and flew upside down. Before he could adjust his center of gravity in mid-air, his body was overwhelmed. The wind vortex formed during Longs' movement was directly sucked and pulled in, and his life and death were unknown.

Next, when the team was clinging to Dorons' neck, the huge beards kept sweeping over, and every beard fell with terrifying force.

An elder was pumped down, and he didn't know what the result would be after he fell.

There is another, who was attacked by two beards, and was directly blown into a blood mist.

There are actually many ways for humans to face this huge beast, but when the situation is urgent and can only choose the method of close contact, the gap in absolute strength will be particularly obvious.

At this point, the martial artist system on Darkmoon Island is particularly disadvantaged, because they are generally not very accomplished in spells and formations. in an enhanced case.

They are more willing and accustomed to use their bodies and martial arts to fight, magic and formation, just as auxiliary supplies.

Of course, one of the main reasons is that the research and inheritance of spells and formations has always cost a lot of money, and it is not recorded in books that it is inherited. Everyone's learning and experience process, this kind of maintenance cost from generation to generation , which is the biggest cost.

This is also the reason why after the decline of Allen Manor, there is not even a useful teleportation formation in the family.

At the same time, this is also where the orthodox religion is strong. They have the largest reserves of resources and talents, so that they can maintain the longest and richest inheritance from generation to generation, and at the same time, they can develop and develop on this basis.

On the tree, Karen glanced at Ophelia and saw that she was clenching the great sword. Obviously, she really wanted to rush up, but she knew better that rushing up like this with her own strength would only become a burden and burden. .

What makes her even more helpless is that she can't play a role in the newly gathered legion now. She is not good at commanding battles. Although she has read books on this subject and has been taught by words and deeds from her uncle, she has never actually fought. After contact, it is naturally impossible to run over to command at this moment.

Ophelia turned her head to look at Karen, and asked anxiously, "Why hasn't the Church of Order come to help?"

"It will take a while to gather the people," Karen could only explain.

Because today's meeting ended early, and because Order was the victor, everyone was generally mentally slack. Yesterday was fine. Today, there were a lot of people who slipped out and went out in a dashing manner. They sensed it, but it took time to gather quickly.

However, seeing that the guards of Darkmoon Island have gathered into a loose legion, Karen believes that the gathering speed of the Sect of Order will only be faster than them, because each Whip of Order team is from each region. Elite, black crows can find the right location immediately as soon as they fly.

But he could never say to Ophelia:

On our side of the order, we deliberately press our hands, and we want to take action at the most critical moment, in order to show our importance and gain the greatest kindness and gratitude.

You can't tell her:

Our order side also wants to see how capable this newly raised dog is, so let you show up first.

Under the guards of the elders, in the end, Tafman and two other elders successfully escorted Elder Zimar to the top of Dorons.

But as soon as the four of them landed on the top of their heads, Dorons's two long eyebrows swept over, and the two elders jumped up respectively, and each cut off the two long eyebrows, but the long eyebrows that had just been cut off were still in a moment. Scattered and turned into countless chains that were very thick for them, locking them all.

The two elders roared, their bodies deliberately fell, they came to their necks, and they nailed their weapons into Dorons' neck. Dorons' skin was like a rock wall to them, and they were using the generals. Using himself as a nail, he fixed the two long eyebrows here.

"Arrange the formation!" Tafman shouted to Zimar.

"Okay!"

Elder Qimar began to arrange the formation. He is the most accomplished formation in the elders. At this time, he used all the magic scrolls he had accumulated, just to complete the formation as quickly as possible.

At this time, Doroth's huge body has advanced to a very close distance from the Darkmoon Legion.

"At the back is our family, the heroes of the dark moon, muster your courage, we can't step back!"

The elder who led the army formation gave the final order to form the formation.

Although this legion was put together temporarily, and the formation was very loose, it still did not collapse in the face of such a terrifying existence, which was commendable.

When the distance is closer, they will start to attack Dorons with ant attachment, and the damage will inevitably be extremely heavy.

At the rear of the army formation, the urgently dispatched artillery pieces have just been assembled. There are not many artillery pieces, only thirty or so, and they are small-caliber artillery pieces that can only send artillery shells.

Darkmoon Island Offshore Fleet has extremely powerful firepower output, but by the time they return, the town has already been crushed many times.

There are also large-caliber artillery artillery and magic crystal cannons on the island, but they are all arranged in the port where it is easy to land. Because there has been almost no war on the main island of Darkmoon Island in the past 100 years, all threats are cut off by their own fleet in the open sea. Such military equipment may be All have issues of disrepair and poor maintenance, but even if they weren't, it wouldn't be too late to move them here.

It takes time to disassemble the large-caliber artillery artillery. After the magic crystal artillery is transported, it needs to rearrange and engrave the internal array pattern before it can be used. It is simply too late.

As for the pier and the military installations on the shore, it is impossible to hit here. Dorons was sleeping on the island and did not land on the sea.

Karen has seen the catapult that the Knights of Order carried when they went on an expedition. Although it looks much more primitive than the artillery, you must know that each catapult is engraved with a space array, and it just looks a little bit. Retro, but the attack effect and strike ability in actual combat are higher than the magic crystal cannon.

In the "First Day War", the reason why the Knights of Order was able to break through the holy places of the Reincarnation God at such a fast speed, in most cases, the catapults fired several salvos, and the defensive formation of the opponent's holy places was directly destroyed. The rest is that the army of the knights crushes in and destroys the resistance of the other party.

"It seems that after this time, Darkmoon Island will definitely ask us to buy some war weapons, and they are crying and begging us."

Hearing the words of a bishop next to him, Wofron nodded and said, "Yes, but the outsourcing of war weapons involves too many things, mainly depends on the opinion of Lord Kress."

Cardinal Kress, who was sitting there, did not speak, but quietly watched the huge figure in front of him approaching.

Behind this group of bishops, the Whip of Order team has assembled most of them. At the same time, two bishops specializing in formations on the two wings have already arranged the formations with their improvised hands.

In terms of efficiency, it is not much higher than the previous Darkmoon Island. Moreover, the expressions of the priests of order are also very calm, and they can even point at the scene in front of them without much panic.

You must know that they are a negotiating delegation. From a group of negotiators, you can easily find a professional who arranges the formation. This is the terrifying background of the religion of order.

But as Karen had guessed, the Sect of Order was not in a hurry, and the behemoth was still some distance away from the town anyway.

Cardinal Kress slightly twisted his neck twice, and then, as if he was too lazy to look at the situation ahead, he lowered his head directly, as if dozing off.

Outside, Patriarch Weiner didn't cry out or plead hoarsely, he just knelt there, motionless.

His heart is at peace,

He was also very helpless.

"How long?" Tafman shouted.

"Come on, come on!" Zimal replied.

At this moment, with him as the center, a large-scale detonation formation has been arranged, and he is now embedding precious formation materials into the formation to enhance the destructive power of the formation after it is activated.

The teleportation scrolls were constantly burning in his hands, and the precious materials he treasured were constantly being teleported. During the whole process, he did not feel any heartache or slowness.

Usually, the Presbyterian Church is a place where factions compete for power and profit, but in the face of the threat of their hometown being crushed, everyone can achieve the same hatred.

At this time, Dorons seemed to sense the threat from the position above his head. He breathed out a hot breath from his mouth. In an instant, white high-temperature smoke completely wrapped the top of his neck, and people outside could not perceive everything inside. , and the person inside only perceives that he is in the oven.

Immediately afterwards, Dorons began to shake his head.

The terrifying inertia and the surrounding winds formed a great obstacle to the elder Zimar who was arranging the formation.

Seeing this, Tafman exuded the power of light, bent down, and put his palm on the "ground".

Seeing this scene, Elder Zimar was stunned.

"Continue to arrange the formation!" Tafman yelled at him.

Elder Zimar immediately continued to focus on arranging the formation.

And when Tuffman exuded a bright breath, Dorons, who was shaking his head, suddenly became quiet. Although his figure continued to push towards the town, he stopped shaking his head and seemed to enjoy it very much. The feeling of being touched on the top of the head by the power of light.

After he woke up, he made a rare low voice, as if echoing the Tafman above his head, telling him his thoughts from his heart.

Because there is light as the medium, at this time, the two sides communicate with each other, which is more straightforward and pure than words.

Taffman burst into tears as he continued to exude the power of light ~www.mtlnovel.com~.

On the hillside in the distance, Neo shook his head:

"Oh, it's so embarrassing for you to do this, tsk tsk. If it is done, it will not only be boring, but also regretful, and even... disgusting."

He stretched out his hand and looked forward, and a holy light pattern appeared. When the light pattern was activated, a phantom in a white robe appeared in the center of the water pool in the center of Dorons' tortoise shell.

This is the mental imprint that Philias left on Dorons. It was used to communicate with Dorons. After all, it is so big, even if you are sitting on its back and want to shout to it, It's like shouting across the mountain.

The white figure maintained the exact same stance as Neo on the distant hill.

Neo spoke up,

The white figure also spoke simultaneously:

"Dorons, the man above your head has betrayed the light, be careful with the top of your head."

Chapter end