The attack power of the light-cruiser and commander-level mass-produced Oracles was not strong. In addition, they were weakened after descending to the Main Plane. Even if they used their most powerful attack, the "torpedo," a frontal attack could only make the high-level adventurers take a few steps back. But if one attack was not strong, what about ten attacks? What about a hundred attacks?
The accumulation of quantitative changes could lead to qualitative changes.
At least ten Oracles participated in this wave of attacks. They were not stingy with their ammunition. They all threw away all their torpedoes in one breath. Of course, these torpedoes could be recovered by consuming magic power, but it would take time. Each Oracle had at least six torpedoes, and at most eight or even twelve. When more than ten Oracles attacked together, it was nearly a hundred torpedoes.
Because of Lion's command, these nearly a hundred torpedoes hit the magic shield covering the position of the Church of the God of Aristocracy almost at the same time. This was equivalent to at least seventy or eighty high-level adventurers attacking at the same time, and these attacks were all concentrated in a small area.
What would the result be? There was no need to think to know.
There was only a loud noise. From this loud noise, one could tell how accurate the timing of the attack was. Nearly a hundred torpedoes only made a long sound instead of a messy rumble. The seemingly solid magic shield shook violently. Like a soap bubble that had been poked by a needle, it collapsed and disappeared without a trace.
At the same time that the magic shield disappeared, at least twenty clergymen of the Church of the God of Aristocracy changed their expressions. Blood spurted out of their noses and mouths as if they were acting in a movie stunt. The worst one spat out blood from his mouth almost two meters away. In the blink of an eye, his whole body also became thin, becoming skin and bones. He fell straight to the ground and looked like he was about to die.
This was the backlash of magic. The more powerful the magic, the greater the backlash after it was destroyed. The magic shield covering the divine position was jointly set up by everyone. Since it was broken, the backlash was naturally divided equally among everyone. But the legendary strongmen were fine. These high-level clergymen, who were not even high-level, could not withstand such a backlash!
Even the Legendary powerhouses felt dizzy at this moment. They felt as if there were 365 ducks quarreling in their heads, or two groups of aunties arguing in the market … In short, it was the kind of noise that made them want to go crazy, but they could not do anything about it.
If Sui Xiong knew this, he would probably say, "Isn't this the legendary 'there is a fly buzzing in your ear' …"
In fact, that was more or less the case.
Fortunately, the Legendary powerhouses all had strong physiques and willpower. In the blink of an eye, they suppressed the discomfort and quickly recovered their combat power.
But at this time, the Oracles had already rushed to a place very close to them.
The mass-produced Oracles were not strong, but no matter how weak they were, when they went all out, they still had the strength of a high-grade adventurer. They had an overwhelming advantage over the clergymen of the Church of the God of Aristocracy, who were injured and dizzy because of the spell recoil.
Those thin, seemingly delicate barrels could also blast out a fatal attack that was enough to hurt people.
Such an attack had no effect on the Paladins, who were fully armored, but Little Ao, who was lurking in the vanguard, knew what to do when he saw the situation. He ordered his companions to ignore the Paladins and to direct all the firepower at the clergymen, who at most only had medium armor.
As for the mages who were not wearing armor … they had already been killed in the first place.
But at this time, they also met a tough bone.
The three legendary strongmen made their move.
The first to make a move was the tall, thin old man. He was a ranger, and although he looked thin and weak, he was actually very strong. Seeing that the God's envoys were closing in, and the cannon fire was about to hit him, he sneered and took out a bow and arrow from the storage bag. He didn't even need to aim, just drew the bow and shot the arrow straight out. Seeing the arrows shooting out like raindrops, in just a breath's time, there were six or seven God's envoys hit by the arrow.
This old ranger's archery was superb, and every arrow was naturally shot at a vital point. If he was facing a group of ordinary people, it was almost impossible for anyone to survive under the arrows. But although the Oracles looked like young girls, they were essentially aggregations of Divine Power. They did not have the concept of "vital points" at all. Whether it was an arrow piercing the heart or an arrow cutting the throat, for them, it would not be more serious than an arrow piercing the arm or thigh.
So, when the old ranger saw that an Oracle had an arrow pierced through her head and was still alive and kicking, not affected at all, he knew that he should retreat a little and give the leading role of the battle to someone else.
Of course, it was not that he did not have the ability to fight in close combat, but to fight in close combat with this kind of person who was completely indifferent to being shot through the head? Wouldn't that mean that he had lived his life like a dog?
The other two legendary strongmen's battle records were a little better than his. The burly man was a berserker. Seeing that the enemy was approaching, after a roar, his body glowed with scarlet blood, and then he swung his big axe and rushed over.
His axe was extremely heavy, probably heavier than an ordinary person. When such a heavy weapon was brandished, the power was naturally great. The Oracle nearest to him only had time to fire a cannon at him before he was cleaved in half from shoulder to hip by the hatchet.
There was no doubt that this was really a dead man, even if the Oracle did not have a vital point.
And although the hasty cannon also hit him, it was blocked by the bloody aura on his body like armor, and almost had no effect.
The burly man killed his opponent with one axe, and with a sneer, a little madness appeared in his eyes. He swung the axe horizontally, and with another roar, his whole body spun like a top, and the big axe naturally turned into a whirlwind of sharp blades, sweeping across the area.
As for the woman who was dressed gracefully, she was a legendary mage, especially good at space magic. Of course, she would not foolishly approach the enemy. First, she quickly made a space jump, and retreated at least 20 steps away. Then, with two rings on her right hand, white light lingered, and four crescent-like rays of light flew out, shooting towards the charging Oracles.
Her attack was the weakest. It wasn't as fierce as the burly man's, nor was it as sharp as the old ranger's. However, her attack was actually the most dangerous, because those crescent-like rays of light were actually pieces of broken space.
As long as one was hit by these seemingly harmless rays of light, regardless of where it hit, it would quickly collapse, causing great damage. Most of the Oracles basically lost their combat power after being hit by this attack, and some were even killed directly.
Of course, there was still an endless stream of mass-produced Oracles rushing over, and with the resources that Kabala had stored, it would not be a problem to summon them over a hundred times.
Moreover, these Oracles who were charging were not fighting alone. They had reliable comrades behind them.
About a second or two after the three Legendary powerhouses attacked, Lion had already received the battle situation report, and made corresponding adjustments.
Her adjustments were to let the battleship level Oracles turn their cannons, and aim them at the three Legendary powerhouses and fire.
"Fire!" She waved her scepter, and commanded loudly, "Suppress them!"
At her command, a series of roars sounded, and crimson flames fell from the sky, covering the three Legendary powerhouses in the range of the cannons.
Of course, such an attack could not kill them directly, but it was enough to suppress them, so that they could not free their hands to fight back.
Under such circumstances, the three Legendary powerhouses put up a little resistance, and unanimously chose to retreat.
Of course, they could still take the risk to hold on for a little longer, but what was the point? It was better to retreat quickly and rendezvous with the main force.
With their retreat, the frontline clergymen of the Church of the God of Aristocracy were naturally annihilated, and the Church of the God of Knowledge basically won the battle of the outpost without any setbacks.
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