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Text Chapter 148: Spiritual Light Killing Formation!

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    At this time, some cavalrymen were stumbled by the suddenly moving crampons, and then were trampled into a puddle of flesh by their galloping comrades.  But it didn't cause any big problems. The extremely fast horse speed quickly dodged all these crampons behind him.  Xilang sneered, and with a move of his hands, the entire battlefield began to be filled with thick mist, as thick as milk.  Even so, the human cavalry still rushed towards Palestine Castle quickly.  In the thick fog, the light of the spiritual veins continued to flicker, as dazzling and colorful as the aurora in the polar regions. And the most amazing thing is that these spiritual veins came up from the ground, and one of them illuminated dozens of people.  Miles high in the air, it looks spectacular and intimidating.  Immediately afterwards, Silang, who was standing on the top of the crystal tower, continued to play the golden thread on his crown as if he were playing a harp. As the golden thread shook, it was connected to the underground layer of Palersburg.  The thirty connected spiritual veins all trembled.  At first, the human cavalry didn¡¯t take it to heart, and the forwards even started to fight with the orcs in front of them.  These orcs seemed to have not eaten for a long time. They had no strength at all and only had strong fighting passion. Even some orcs who looked very strong were vulnerable to a single blow.  When the cavalry rushed through, they cut down the orcs one by one like wheat.  But within three breaths, the pulsing light of the spiritual veins suddenly became a little different. The light ejected from the spiritual veins was no longer harmless, but began to carry magical power, and all of it was  Negative magic.  Weakness, broken defenses, blindness, etc., thirty kinds of negative magic are like rain on these high-speed human cavalry, just like the twelve movements of the legendary assassin artifact Ragnarok.  The twelve movements of Ragnarok are only twelve kinds of negative magic, but these thirty spiritual veins have prepared 30 kinds of negative magic for the human cavalry.  After another three breaths, the speed of these human cavalry all slowed down. They were already out of breath, like emphysema patients who had run for another five kilometers. They were sweating like rain, their faces were pale, and they looked completely different.  He looked like he was about to fall to the ground and die.  Even the elite war horses under their crotches seemed to be ten years older at this moment, and they were as tired as the ten mares who had just had sex, and they really couldn't run anymore.  The cavalry has lost its speed, which is inferior to even elite infantry. Once it stops charging, the cavalry must find a way to leave the battlefield and start moving again.  Thoris was already under a lot of pressure, so he naturally issued an order at this moment, asking everyone to leave the battlefield quickly and regroup.  "Command everyone! Break out due west!" Torris's deputies loudly conveyed Torris's order!  In the thick fog, the semaphore was no longer visible, and the order could only be conveyed by shouting loudly.  Just when Toris reluctantly urged the war horse under his crotch to move forward, the luster of the spiritual veins changed again.  The light emanating from the aurora-like spiritual veins no longer looked like soft ribbons, but turned into blades, waving them, creating dazzling blades among the human cavalry.  Many cavalrymen lowered their heads in surprise and saw that their upper bodies were slowly sliding down. They wanted to reach out to hold them up, but found that as soon as they raised their hands, their arms and forearms struggled. It turned out that this part had also been cut.  After a while, bright red blood spurted out crazily.  The pale face coupled with the bright red blood makes people feel a strange sense of beauty, and makes people feel like they are in the devil's palace in hell.  When the spiritual veins turned into sword lights, the human cavalry began to panic. They tried desperately to run out, but found that the sword lights transformed from the spiritual veins were also in constant motion, and even the light from some spiritual veins could still  Appear randomly in a certain location.  The atmosphere of despair and terror permeated the battlefield. On the west side of the battlefield, the human cavalry was breaking out according to the commander's order. Blood was flowing on the glacier under their feet. On the invisible thousand-man pit somewhere, the ground was filled with blood.  The bound spirit finally absorbed enough of the last negative energy and soul. Kabakaba broke out of the light cocoon and scattered the light cocoon on the ground, covering the Thousand Man Pit.  This earthbound spirit looks like a snowflake the size of a millstone. In the middle of the snowflake is a single eyeball without eyelids, looking indifferently at the human cavalry desperately fleeing below.  If you look carefully, you will find that the main body of the snowflakes around the Earthbound Spirit are twisted and struggling souls. They are constantly flowing, but they can never escape the control of the Earthbound Spirit.  They opened their mouths and howled, but no sound came out.  The thick fog and thirty kinds of negative magic made it impossible for these rigorously trained human cavalry to face it calmly. At this moment, their formation was already showing signs of collapse.    Seeing this scene, Xilang first stretched out his spiritual veins and slashed the earth-bound spirit with his sword.  Generally speaking, the Earthbound Spirit cannot leave the place where it is. Once it leaves the place where it was generated, it will gradually fall into extinction due to insufficient magic power or lack of resentment.  This knife directly cut off its connection with the underground thousand-man pit, and the earth-bound spirit began to float swaying, and the magic symbols in its eyes flickered, which were Gu Gua's unique mark.  Gu Gua, who was dozens of miles away, naturally felt this change. As soon as his heart moved, the earth-bound spirit, which had been cut off from the ground, quickly flew over. In almost two seconds, the earth-bound spirit had already covered the valley.  The head of the melon.  Gu Gua raised his right hand and sucked the earth-bound spirit into his palm.  There is no suitable place to raise it now, so we can only let it fall into dormancy to avoid death from consumption.  Seeing the earthbound spirit leaving through the sky, Xilang knew of course that it was made by someone else. After thinking about it for a while, he understood which kobold made it.  "Hmph! That little little head is not dead yet Then just wait to be caught by me and be used as a sacrifice!" Silang whispered.  Then, the sight turned to the battlefield.  More than a thousand human cavalry have died in the chaos, and the roots have not been injured yet.  The blood of more than a thousand people and the blood of war horses flowed on the glacier, and the wounded who had not yet completely expired were wailing in pain.  Xilang pressed his hands on the crown and began to chant a powerful spell in the language of the devil.  Suddenly, from the top of the crystal tower, two big hands seemed to stretch out and penetrate deeply into the ground below the mage tower. The light belts formed by thirty spiritual veins all circled around Pillersburg.  It became a huge altar, and the human cavalry in this altar was exhausted and exhausted.
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