Seeing that the other party's commander did not put the Ejyptian army in his eyes at all, Amon did not want to lose morale and coughed lightly. Meidan understood what he meant. He waved his hand and signaled for the guards to separate. Then he drove Amon's chariot out of the battle formation.
When the chariot stopped, Amon stood up and bowed slightly. He looked at Gilgamesh and said, "Governor of Uruk, a hero revered by the people of the continent, I have always admired your achievements. But today, you have led your army to invade the land that does not belong to you and harm the people of a foreign country. Why? This is not a place where your army should be. I welcome you as a guest, but I will not tolerate such aggression. Please withdraw your army immediately. "
Gilgamesh also stood up and bowed slightly. "Is it Amon? We have met before. You killed the serpent on the Euphrate River and saved the people of Uruk. I thank you for your heroic act. I heard that you have captured King Hittite alive and facilitated the peace talks between the two countries. I admire you even more. But today's war is not between you and me. I have come under the guidance of the oracle to punish the cruel King of Eygut. "
He paused and smiled. Then he said in a mocking tone, "If you are talking about a retreat, your army has already withdrawn from the border to here as I requested. I am very grateful for your warm welcome."
The soldiers behind Gilgamesh roared with laughter. They were laughing at the Eygut Army for abandoning the border and fleeing. This was an open field where tens of thousands of soldiers were facing off against each other. Their voices weren't loud, but every soldier present could hear them clearly.
The laughter of thousands of people gathered together like rolling thunder, but Gilgamesh's voice suppressed the rolling thunder, still sounding so clear. He unfurled the parchment in his hand and began to read it aloud. Amon had already seen the contents of the parchment. It was a declaration of war issued by the Uruk legion. The style of the declaration was like a hymn to the gods.
Every time Gilgamesh read a sentence, the soldiers cheered. In the end, the cheers turned into passionate shouts. By the time the declaration was finished, all the soldiers behind him had reached the peak of morale.
Gilgamesh was a ninth-level supreme mage, and there were differences between different people who had achieved the same level of ninth-level. For example, Amon was a seventh-level sorcerer, but his magic was profound and his means were far superior to the average seventh-level mage. Gilgamesh, on the other hand, had obviously reached the peak of the ninth-level.
While reciting the declaration, he quietly used what was almost the most brilliant mind control magic in the world to boost the morale of the army. And when his voice reached the Ejyptian army, it carried a kind of shocking power, making people feel invincible and irresistible. Imperceptibly, there was a feeling of doubt and wavering in their beliefs. The army had not officially charged, but the battle had already begun.
Amon began to speak. His voice was deep and carried a strange vibration. It was as if he had suddenly spoken right next to everyone's ears, giving them a feeling of being startled and suddenly coming back to their senses. In terms of magic alone, Amon was naturally not as good as Gilgamesh, but he was not bad either.
The commander-in-chief of the Eygut army sneered. "You read too many names just now. I'm sorry, I didn't remember them. Is there no one else in the Kingdom of Bablon? Do you need dozens of people to write a poem? Dear governor, there are no flowers or wine here. This is not the place for you to recite poems. If you want to fight, fight. Behind me are heroes like you. "
At the end of the declaration, he praised Marduc's title. Amon's words were obviously disrespectful to this god. Gilgamesh closed the parchment and glanced at him from afar. He seemed to want to laugh, but then his face darkened and he raised his right hand and waved it forward. The army behind him moved. At first, the speed was not very fast. The orderly chariots and the heavy cavalry on both flanks rumbled towards the Eygut army. The earth trembled slightly, with a heavy sense of oppression, as if knocking on everyone's heart.
The sense of oppression in the army's advance was also a psychological impact. If the Eygut army stood still, as the speed of the enemy's chariots increased, they would inevitably be at a disadvantage. Facing the most powerful army on the continent, some of the Eygut soldiers' calves were already trembling slightly.
Standing on the chariot, Amon raised his left hand to the sky, and the sound of war drums came from the army behind him. The supreme mage George personally beat the drums, and the sound of the drums seemed to have a strange power that could awaken the confidence and courage of the soldiers.
Amon pointed his hand forward again, and the battle formation of Eygut also moved, slowly meeting the enemy's battle formation with the sound of the drums. As they approached, the sound of the drums became more and more intense, and the speed at which the battle formation advanced also became faster and faster. The impact of the chariots gradually broke out, and would reach the climax when they collided with the enemy formation.
The accompanying mages formed a large magic formation in the camp. Julien flew high in the sky with his staff in hand, and the sound of chanting constantly came from the sky, as if to encourage the charging soldiers to forget all fear. The two sides pushed forward, and at the same time, the chariots of Gilgamesh and Amon were drowned.
The bright swords and spears were dazzling, and it was impossible to see each other clearly. At this moment, everyone on the battlefield heard Gilgamesh's soft shout again: "Shameless and cowardly man of Eygut, how dare you slander me for assassinating the so-called Adoratrice of the Temple of Isis, please watch carefully my arrow!"
By the time everyone heard this, Gilgamesh's arrow had already been released. A shrill roar came from the wilderness, like the roar of thousands of wild bulls. Even the speeding chariots of both sides stopped for a moment. Gilgamesh shot an earth-shattering arrow in the midst of thousands of soldiers. The bow he used was made from the tusks of Humbaba and the tendons of a snake.
Amon had been watching Gilgamesh's movements, and he had long been ready. When the other side drew his bow, he also drew his bow and nocked an arrow. Gilgamesh hated rumors on the continent the most, and today he would use this method to get his revenge. Looking at the arrow, Amon subconsciously compared it to the arrow shot by the assassin in the square that day.
He remembered that the assassin shot a black crossbow arrow, five feet long and as thick as a wine cup. It was like a spear. The crossbow arrow was blocked in the air, making a roar like waves crashing against the reef. It only paused for a few seconds, and then continued to fly towards the target at the same speed and direction. The crossbow arrow itself must have been a very precious magic artefact, with energy magic attached to it. It was incredibly powerful.
Gilgamesh's arrow, though precious, was much more common. It was made of Damasc steel, plated with heavy silver, and engraved with magic patterns. The arrow was two feet long and as thick as a finger. It looked like a silver bolt of lightning under the sunlight. A terrifying roar echoed in the wilderness. It was Humbaba's angry roar.
Amon also shot three arrows in a row. The arrows he used were almost the same as his opponent's, and the bow was made from the tusks and tendons of the two-headed serpent. Every arrow that was shot out carried a sharp whistle that cut through the air, hitting Gilgamesh's arrows. The two arrows collided in the air with a loud explosion, and Amon's arrow was immediately shattered into several pieces.
The roar in the wilderness seemed to weaken a little, and Gilgamesh's arrow only paused for a moment, then continued to fly at the same speed and direction. The three arrows collided in the air, and the result was the same.
Amon shot three arrows in a row, but failed to block Gilgamesh's arrow. Gilgamesh's arrow was already in front of the formation, and the roar of the arrow caused a strong blast that overturned the two chariots in front of Amon. Amon did not move, nor did he dodge. He just stood there and raised his iron staff.
At this time, Medanzo, who was driving the chariot, let out a roar, pulled out his heavy sword, and leaped high with a dazzling silver light. A silver light silently exploded in the air, and Medanzo was shaken down. The arrow pierced through the silver light and continued to fall towards Amon.
At this time, there was another clear shout, and a heavy shield flew out from the right side of the formation, smashing towards the arrow with a gust of wind. Gabriel also made a move. She was a little far away and couldn't block in front of Amon in time, so she threw out a giant shield with all her strength. There was a deafening sound of metal colliding, and the door-sized shield was instantly torn apart. The arrow paused for a moment, then continued to fly towards Amon.
At this time, countless rays of light fell from the sky, forming a colorful shield to protect Amon's figure.
Julien was floating in the air above Amon, presiding over the magic formation in the formation. At this time, seeing that the commander was attacked, of course, she had to use magic to protect him. The earth-shattering arrow finally slowed down, continuously breaking through the various shields, sending out waves of rippling shock waves. The roar in the wilderness also gradually subsided.
Amon raised his iron staff and pointed at the flying arrow. It strangely paused at the tip of the staff, and so it was fixed in the air by Amon's final spatial magic. Amon put away his staff, and the arrow fell, and he reached out and caught it firmly. The silver arrow was scorching hot, as if it had been burned in a raging fire.
Regardless of how the arrow was shot, the soldiers around him cheered when they saw the commander-in-chief catch it firmly. But Amon himself was shocked. Gilgamesh had used a standard magic arrow on the battlefield, but the power of this arrow was clearly greater than the arrow shot by the assassin that day.
Although the scene looked threatening but not dangerous, and he also caught the arrow with ease, the situation was different. That day, the assassin had shot an arrow out of the blue, and no one present had expected it, so there was no need to take any precautions. But today, Gilgamesh had shot it out from the battle formation, and all the experts were already prepared for it.
The cheers of the soldiers around him immediately turned into horrified cries, for a burly figure high in the sky swung his golden fist and was hitting the supreme mage Julien.
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Too many things happened on the battlefield so fast that people could hardly react. After Gilgamesh shot the arrow, he closed his eyes and sat down to take a deep breath, as if it was very exhausting. At this moment, Enkidu suddenly jumped out of the chariot, and the ground made a loud bang, smoke and dust rose, and then he jumped high into the air.
Why did this supreme warrior jump so high? No matter how high he jumped, he couldn't fly. Looking at the arc of his jump in the air, he should have landed just in front of the charging army. Did he want to lead the chariot army in a charge on foot with his bare hands?
The army charged, and the soldiers were highly nervous, concentrating only on the oncoming enemy formation, waiting for the flying arrows and spears, no one looked around or looked up at the sky. So when Enkidu leaped high into the air, almost none of the Ejyptian soldiers on the opposite side noticed him. Moreover, his speed was too fast, and his figure was like a blurry shadow.
On the chariot, however, Amon could see it clearly. He had just caught an arrow that fell from the sky and was looking up in that direction. As soon as he saw the speed and height of Enkidu's leap, he immediately drew his bow and shot an arrow. It was Gilgamesh's arrow. This arrow was not aimed at the sky, but at the front of the Uruk legion, where Enkidu was about to land.
This arrow did not hit Enkidu, but it could not be considered a miss either. The silver arrow pierced straight into the ground, and with a loud boom, a surging force overturned the two oncoming chariots. The frontmost soldiers of Eygut's army cheered. Gilgamesh's arrow had overturned the two chariots at the very front of Eygut's army. Now that their commander-in-chief had returned the same arrow, it looked like they were evenly matched.
Amon had already shot four arrows, and when the last arrow left the bowstring, he felt his whole body go numb, and for a moment he felt very weak. This kind of archery was not as easy as eating beans. It was a fusion of willpower and strength, and his spirit was tighter than the bowstring. He needed to catch his breath to recover. But at this moment, Amon's mouth opened wide in shock.
Amon's last arrow did not hit Enkidu. Where did this supreme warrior go? Just as Amon drew his bow and nocked his fourth arrow, Gilgamesh, who was sitting in the distant battle formation, suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and made a shooting motion with his bow.
There was no real arrow on his bowstring, but an invisible arrow condensed from energy magic. The target was actually Enkidu in the air. When Enkidu leaped to the highest point of the parabola in the air, Gilgamesh's invisible arrow hit him in the back. Enkidu's snake scales exploded with a distorted light, and a huge energy shockwave spread out silently.
The light and shadow distorted and seemed to blend into the background of the sky, and the burly figure of the supreme warrior became blurred. He suddenly accelerated and flew diagonally upwards, instantly appearing in front of Urhiya's eyes, waving a golden fist in the distorted light and shadow.
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The arrow that Gilgamesh shot from the bowstring not only contained powerful energy magic, information magic that distorted light and shadow to hide the figure, but also spatial magic that transformed energy into speed. The flesh and blood of mortals could not withstand this arrow at all. Ordinary people would probably mistakenly think that Gilgamesh was going to kill Enkidu, but this ninth-level supreme warrior wearing snake scales took the arrow head-on, and then suddenly appeared in front of Julien high in the sky.
No one thought that the two of them would play like this. The tacit understanding between them was simply indescribable.
After Gilgamesh shot this silent second arrow, he put down his bow and sat on a chair, closed his eyes, and meditated, entering a deep state of meditation. These two arrows were not easy, and he also needed to take a breath to recover. He seemed to be indifferent to the battle ahead and Enkidu in the air, as if he was full of confidence.
It took a long time to describe, but this series of changes happened extremely quickly. Julien operated the magic formation to protect Amon's figure, and felt that something was wrong. As soon as he raised his head, Enkidu had already arrived. It was not that he was not vigilant. Who would have thought that a supreme warrior could fly from the enemy's formation so fast in front of him?
An eighth-level supreme mage could instantly cast supreme magic. As soon as he thought of it, a harsh scream came from high in the sky. This was an extremely brilliant sound barrier magic, which was both a strong defense and a sharp attack. The high-frequency tremor could smash boulders into powder, but it could not stop Enkidu's flesh and blood.
Enkidu did not even slow down. His huge fist came straight at Amon, and a deafening sound rang out in the sky. It sounded like countless pieces of glass being shattered. The sound wave barrier came to an abrupt halt as soon as it was cast. Enkidu did not take any weapons. His giant shield and broadsword were still in the carriage. At this moment, he only wore a pair of very thin golden gloves.
Gloves were not gloves. When the fist was clenched, the palm of the hand was empty, only protecting the back of the hand and the external joints of the fingers. This pair of gloves was made of the hardest snakeskin on the back of Humbaba's nine forked snakeskin. Enkidu punched at an incredible speed in the distorted light and shadow. His fist was like a meteor, and the gloves glowed with a golden light with a tail flame.
Julien held the staff in his right hand and took out two scrolls in his left, but it was too late to unroll them. At such a close distance, almost face to face, unrolling the scrolls was also an attack. It was better to just commit suicide. Moreover, it took some time to unroll the scrolls. For a supreme mage like him, it was better to use his own instantaneous magic in a timely manner.
Julien shook his staff and activated the Air Elemental Armor. The air around him seemed to solidify into a thick layer of transparent armor. The outer layer was sticky, and the deeper it went, the harder it became. The innermost layer was as hard as steel. This was the most advanced elemental defense magic, and it was most suitable for use in the empty sky.
Then there was a cracking sound, and the staff in Julien's hand broke into several pieces. There was another muffled bang, and the air turbulence surged. The body of the supreme mage dispersed into a cloud of bloody smoke with the explosion of the Air Elemental Armor.
Julien's Air Elemental Armor had not been fully unfolded before it was smashed by Enkidu's punch. His casting was abruptly interrupted by a powerful force, and the staff in his hand was also destroyed. The power of this punch was almost indescribable. The Air Elemental Armor burst. How could Julien's body withstand such an impact? He immediately turned into a cloud of blood in the air.
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