Salin stared at the central army five miles away. That old man in a red robe was the leader of this army, right? If he could mobilize the two level-nine Magic Shooters to attack, Salin would have already brought all the experts around him to deal with that person.
Unfortunately, the level-nine Magic Shooters only guarded West Town. He couldn't let them settle in Metatlin City. In the future, Metatlin City would belong to Serrig Island.
Behind the central army of the expeditionary army was a team of five thousand people. These five thousand people wore black armor and had a murderous aura. Salin was very afraid of this team of five thousand people.
The strength of this team was not much different from Rex's elite swordsman battalion. Perhaps in terms of equipment, their combat power could be equal.
Moreover, there were more than a dozen high-level Mages in this black armor army.
As he was observing, Salin saw that three people in the black armor army were invited by a red-robed Mage to the side of the red-robed old man. Salin couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could see that the red-robed old man was very polite to the three.
At this time, Salin saw some clues. The strength of the three people was probably higher than the red-robed old man. Salin looked very familiar with the characteristics of one of them. After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't remember. Salin could only use Figaro's magic formula to calculate the way this person walked.
After the calculation, Salin felt a little creeped out. The way this black-robed man walked was 90% similar to a person. It was Prince Sephiroth of Sacred Rock City.
This person was not a Mage at all, but a Gold Sword Saint!
Gold Sword Saints were too rare in this world, but their combat power definitely surpassed that of level-nine Mages. The no-fly zone of Metatlin City was too limited for Gold Sword Saints. They could easily fly to the height of the city wall and kill crazily on it.
What Gold Sword Saints were afraid of was the siege of level-nine Magic Shooters. In long-distance flight, Gold Sword Saints couldn't outrun level-nine Magic Shooters. The equipment of level-nine Magic Shooters might be holy or even divine. In a one-on-one fight, a level-nine Magic Shooter couldn't beat a Gold Sword Saint. But against a Gold Sword Saint, a level-nine Magic Shooter would definitely choose to attack together.
"Go and invite Uncle Felrett!" Salin's voice was a little hurried. Neris could feel the fear in Salin's heart.
"Equip all the arrow towers with magic arrows." Salin gave his second order.
"Tell Banchagana to come over. Diabinas, get ready to act." Salin immediately gave his third order.
"Zola … don't treasure your weapon. If an expert rushes to the top of the city wall, the Tear Stain will be destroyed." At this point, Salin's heart skipped a beat. He had originally wanted to invite Eleanor over, but Eleanor had to deal with the Three Lords. Once her abilities were exposed, it would be impossible to deal with the Three Lords in the future.
"Nania, go back to the temple."
"Salin, I'm not going back!" Nania also felt the danger. She had never seen Salin so nervous before.
"Listen to me, don't disturb our morale!" Salin said sternly.
Gold Sword Saint! Gold Sword Saint! If this black-clothed man was a Gold Sword Saint, then … he could only lose money. I can't beat you, but I can crush you with money.
In the middle of the Church's army, three assassins from the Judgement Court dressed in black came before Archbishop Nicholas and bowed reluctantly. They were in a difficult position. From the looks of it, not only would Archbishop Nicholas not be able to take down this city, he might even be completely wiped out.
"The three of you, the city in front … is Metatlin City. It's a pretty good city, but I'm afraid I can't do anything. Shouldn't the three of you act? "Nicholas stuttered, feeling uneasy.
"Archbishop, the battle has only just begun, and we haven't clearly observed the enemy's situation. If we attack rashly, the prison guards will suffer great losses." The three assassins spoke the truth this time. They, too, felt that this city was difficult to attack. If they had a hundred thousand prison guards, they would naturally be confident. But now, they only had five thousand prison guards and twenty-five thousand regular soldiers.
The remaining seventy thousand had relied on their fanatical faith to fight until now. But to take down a defense like Metatlin City, faith alone was not enough.
"Alright, I'll set up another attack. When it gets dark, I'll invite the three of you to attack personally. How about that?" Nicholas made a very reluctant request. Not long after, the three assassins nodded.
"Archbishop, try to use the soldiers to tire out the enemy. When they're tired, the three of us will attack at the same time."
The conversation of these people fell into Salin's eyes, but Salin did not speak Tanggulas. He could not calculate what they were saying just by looking at their mouths. Salin thought to himself, I'll learn more languages in the future, and then I'll be able to know what others are saying from afar. This is even easier to eavesdrop on than wind magic.
Salin was still giving orders casually. Now, he refused to go down the city wall. Judging from the expression of the other party's commander, he was probably going to fight like a cornered beast.
Among the three men in black, one was a Gold Sword Saint, and the other two might be Mages or Mages. There were Mages in the Inquisition, but they rarely left the Purgatory. If these people left the Purgatory, they might be killed by other Mages.
Soon, the Feliots all arrived at the top of the city wall. Salin asked his subordinates to step back, leaving only his trusted aides. Then, he said to the Feliots, who were sitting down, "Uncle Feliot, Aunt Lani, I want to know, how many level-nine magic scrolls can you release in a row?"
"Level-Nine magic scrolls?" Feliot was stunned. Salin hurriedly took off the white crystal ring on his hand and handed it to Feliot.
"Wear this, and you can release four. Then, it will take at least an hour to recover all your spiritual power. Your aunt … can release two in a row. If she releases three, we will no longer have the ability to protect ourselves. "
"Six level-nine magic spells should be enough. Uncle Feliot, Aunt Lani, one of the enemies might be a Gold Sword Saint. I have a piece of equipment that can only attack once, but even a level-ten powerhouse can't block it head-on. But this equipment … I can't use it to lock onto the enemy and attack. It's like an ancient magic cannon, a linear attack. "
When Feliot and Lani heard that there was a Gold Sword Saint among the enemies, they were shocked at first. Then, when they heard that Salin had a piece of equipment that could release an attack that could kill a level-ten powerhouse, they were shocked again. Salin had surprised them many times, but this time, it was undoubtedly the most intense shock.
"If we can't kill him, we will all die," Salin stated quietly.
"How much time do you need?"
"Half a second at most. I only need to make him pause for half a second, and I can kill this guy," Salin answered with certainty. The power condensed in the family crest could actually be released instantly, but it still needed some time to lock onto the target. Half a second. Salin needed half a second.
It wasn't a level-nine magic, and the Gold Sword Saint could easily break it. His movements wouldn't be much slower, not to mention being trapped and unable to move. At least six level-nine magic spells were needed to make the Gold Sword Saint immobile.
"I will send Neris, Trish, and Zola to protect Uncle and Aunt." In one breath, Salin handed over the strongest people around him to the two of them, because other than the couple, no one else could release so many level-nine magic scrolls.
Salin was willing to spend six level-nine magic scrolls. He wanted to use money to crush his opponents.
He also had to send people to protect the couple. Because they had released so many level-nine magic scrolls in a row, their mental strength was almost completely exhausted. As a mage, without mental strength, even if the Magic String didn't consume any energy, they still couldn't release magic. If the couple died after helping him kill the Gold Sword Saint, Salin would suffer a great loss.
"Alright then." Filet also knew what kind of people Salin had around him. With Neris, Trish, and a silver Sword Saint, they should be able to protect him and his wife.
Salin handed the six level-nine magic scrolls to them on the spot, then said to Sicar, "Don't leave me, the other two are fallen mages."
"What about Diabinas and the others?"
"Unreliable," Salin replied briefly.
When faced with this kind of pressure, Salin was basically determined to get rid of the three Lords. Because when faced with real danger, the three Lords would instead become a burden. He had to send the strongest people around him to protect the couple, because he was afraid that the Undead Lord would make a move.
Salin also prepared dozens of level-six magic scrolls, just in case. Most of the magic scrolls he had accumulated over the years were blank scrolls that had already been manufactured, many of which were brought out of Seriger Island.
The Church's expeditionary army continued to attack. The second wave of attack still relied on the steel arrow carriages to shoot at each other, trying to suppress the arrows on the walls.
Five thousand soldiers changed into armor and charged towards the walls of Metatlin City. This time, the expeditionary army didn't prepare ladders, nor did they use any large equipment to assist them. Instead, they had this group of soldiers carry only weapons and charge to the bottom of the walls.
By the time the five thousand reached the bottom of the walls, a thousand had already died to the arrows. Salin didn't even use magic stone cannons. These soldiers were clad in light metal armor in order to defend against the projectiles of arrows. But Salin's undead all used large bows, and their arrows were heavier than the equipment used by ordinary humans. When thrown, their penetrative power was also very strong.
The soldiers at the bottom of the walls used the steel spikes on their gloves to hit the walls, trying to use the force to climb up. But the bottom of Metatlin City's walls was abnormally smooth, and there were no depressions. The steel spikes broke when they hit the walls. The soldiers of the Tanggulas Empire immediately changed into a pair of gloves from their leather pouches.
The situation immediately changed. These soldiers' new gloves had a layer of mucus on them, and there were inverted animal manes in the mucus, giving the gloves a powerful adhesion. The soldiers also smeared a layer of mucus on the front of their boots, and then climbed up the slightly slanted walls.
Fireballs were thrown from the top of the walls, but there were no ladders this time. A few soldiers fell, but more continued to climb. Unlike the last time, the soldiers who were hit by arrows didn't fall. White light flashed on every soldier's body. They had been blessed with divine spells before setting off, so they didn't feel any pain. As long as they didn't die, these soldiers would desperately climb up.
The people who were cruel to themselves were the same to their enemies. Salin didn't show any mercy, and ordered Diabinus to have the undead pour kerosene down the walls. The layer of kerosene made the walls extremely slippery, but the mucus on the soldiers' gloves could dissolve the kerosene, and they stuck to the walls without flinching.
"Light the fire!"
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