paranoianovel Chapter 798 War
Chapter 798 War
Chapter 798 War
The blood magic circle set up by Fringilla covers the entire city of New Basilicata. Every tower is the center of the formation and an extension of her will.
After a brief trial at the No. 2 turret, Fulin felt that she was about to fall in love with this feeling of being omnipotent. If those British spellcasters had not used a special holy weapon to break her blood field, everyone would have died in her sea of blood.
Texas's family was not actually wealthy, but due to the scarcity of spellcasting talents, the spellcasting materials obtained in Texas over the years were not sold in large quantities for fear of arousing the covetousness of others, so a large amount was accumulated and all used by Fulin.
The wolf spellcasters followed Fulin all the way, helping and learning, and gained a lot. At least after Fulin left, they could maintain the magic circle well so that it would not explode due to disrepair due to the loss of the master.
In the British camp.
The officers of the Debon Advisory Group were concentrating on watching the airships taking off in a formation of three, heading towards the top of the enemy.
"Each group of British airships consists of a battleship and two frigates. A fleet has three groups. They can send out four formations of this size at a time, nearly forty armored ships."
An air force general from the advisory group could not help but exclaim in amazement that, at present, the entire German newly established air force fleet did not have so many airships combined. And this was the number after the British army had suffered heavy losses before.
"Do you think the Texans still have a chance to turn the tables?"
"No hope, unless they have another dragon."
"What about magic?"
"I'm afraid not. There aren't many spellcasters in the wolf tribe. Moreover, many of the new British airships are equipped with anti-magic armor. Now is the end of the law era. It's too much to expect them to use magic to fight against the airships."
The Dharma Ending Age mentioned by the Debon consultants does not refer to the extinction of magic, but to the fact that weapons made by humans, except for the top level, are completely superior to magic in terms of destructive power.
The wizards who once held high positions could only become the royal lackeys.
In the minds of the officers of the advisory group, the power of the magic dragon was like the last swan song of the 19th century that shone with extraordinary afterglow. It also represented that the real industrial era was about to begin. The protagonists of this era were obviously the German Federation, Tsarist Russia, the British Empire and the Franco-Spanish United Kingdom.
The rest, like the Ottoman Empire and the Great Eastern Dynasty, are all remnants of the old era. They are aging and declining. In this world of great strife, they can hardly maintain their independence, let alone get a seat at the table.
Accompanied by terrible roars, in the afterglow of the setting sun, a number of huge airships slowly sailed over the No. 3 and No. 4 turrets, with dark cracks appearing under their huge bellies.
On the London, Colonel Brown held a cup of fragrant coffee and said with a smile: "It's time to give those Texans gifts from the gentlemen of the British Empire. Send a message to the frigates, the London is about to start the first round of bombing."
The airship troops, which have always been regarded as a high-level military force and received the best treatment among the three armed forces, have been unable to attack in previous battles and have been looked down upon for this.
At this time, the natural enemy has disappeared, and the air force soldiers who have reoccupied the sky are eager to fight, and they can't wait to show the style of the king of the sky so that those army soldiers can see what a groundbreaking weapon of war is.
The observer looked at the city below and couldn't help but sneer: "Look, these Texans built so many towers on the city walls. Do they think this is still the Middle Ages?"
"Once we blow up these forts, we will go to that city."
"Blast those evil demons that live together with wild beasts into the sky!"
"Revenge our fallen comrades and wash away our shame!"
The loaders screamed in surprise as they loaded huge bombs into the bomb bay. Through the observation holes below, they could clearly see huge mushroom clouds blooming below as the bombs fell.
For this kind of high-powered aerial bomb, there is no need to consider the caliber of the gun barrel. The power of any one of them is comparable to the few siege cannons in the camp.
This feeling of comfort made the loaders, who were engaged in mechanical labor and were baked in sweat by the engine, feel as if they had drunk three large glasses of ice water in the hot summer. Some of them even made bets, guessing when the Texans would raise the flag of surrender.
The fierce bombing swept away all the frustrations that the airship troops had been feeling for days.
In order to strike more accurately, the commanders of these airships even parked the airships above the artillery positions. They were certain that these "indigenous" small American countries had no air defense capabilities at all, and even if they did, it would be difficult to penetrate the armor of the floating airships.
On the hillside, Admiral George, who was observing the battle situation from the artillery position, looked at the artillery position engulfed in flames in the twilight and couldn't help but sneer:
"Sure enough, without the dragon they are nothing."
"Pass my order to Colonel Brown of the London and have them return in an hour and drop all the ammunition on the enemy's batteries as soon as possible. When they attack again tomorrow, they must aim at the enemy's main city."
After giving the orders, Admiral George returned to the camp without looking back.
It was getting dark, and he planned to warn Marshal Julian to be careful and alert to prevent the Texans from taking the opportunity to attack at night - the losses they had suffered today were already heavy enough, and many soldiers were on high alert.
A night attack would likely result in a terrible camp roar. Even without the dragon, the Texans still had some terrible and treacherous methods that could cause severe damage to the morale of ordinary soldiers.
If the Texans really succeeded, Julian's plan of "quick victory" would be doomed to fail.
Thinking of this, Admiral George couldn't help but sigh. To be honest, with the battle going on to this point, he no longer had any prospects for his future career.
Even if everything went smoothly from now on and they won the battle, based on the losses they had suffered, he felt that there was a high probability that he would be exiled overseas.
In fact, it was not that he was unwilling to leave his homeland. If he could serve as the governor of a place in the North American territories and govern a region, he would be able to realize his dreams. However, he felt that the probability of him being exiled to Australasia was greater than that of the North American territories.
Australasia in this era was a completely barren land. It replaced the original America and became the place of exile for all criminals and political prisoners. The total population of all territories was only more than two million.
If you were really exiled there, even if you were given the title of local governor, you would only be a farmer for the rest of your life.
But at this moment, a loud roar sounded behind Admiral George.
A guard stuttered and reminded: "General, you...you look!"
George didn't think there was anything wrong at first. After all, the power of the white crystal bomb was so terrifying. But when he looked back, he found that what exploded was actually an airship!
"What happened? How did the enemy do it?"
Admiral George said angrily, and soon the enemy gave him the answer. A blood-red beam of light flew out from the tower of the New Basilicata City, like a straight sword, and pierced into the belly of a floating airship.
The magic shield glowed on the airship, but in a blink of an eye, blood-colored pollution was seen spreading rapidly on it, and then the entire shield exploded into countless pieces like glass.
Immediately afterwards, the blood-red beam of light pierced through the anti-magic armor of a battleship-class airship like a whirlwind.
boom!
There was another explosion.
The ammunition compartment of the airship exploded, as if it had been ripped open, with flames spurting out from the "wound", burning the crew members, and countless steel parts.
The airship fleet responded quickly. They first maneuvered and made evasive moves. Then, one by one, the spellcasters on board walked out of the airships. Some of them held up shields, while more of them pointed their wands at the towers.
The colorful magical light hit the tower, but only caused ripples.
"Damn it, the towers built by these Texans are basically wizard towers. These towers share the attack, and it is impossible to destroy just one of them. Where did they get so many spellcasters who are good enough to run a wizard tower?"
A mage consultant following Admiral George couldn't help but exclaimed.
Admiral George couldn't help but ask: "Why doesn't our anti-magic armor work?"
"The enemy's attack is not an ordinary elemental spell, and it is very powerful. It should be the method used by the witch that Master Mormont and his team encountered before."
To this day, this small American country located in a remote area has brought too much shock to their mighty British Empire and world hegemony.
Admiral George ordered in a serious tone: "Immediately pick up Colonel Brown, and the airship fleet will return immediately. Do not fight with the Texan magic tower. Tomorrow during the day, there will be magicians accompanying the army to cover their battle!"
When the British airship fleet left behind two wreckages and sailed away in disgrace, the entire New Basilicata was plunged into a sea of cheers.
Even without Mr. Lothar's two dragons, they still have something to rely on. Even if these are gone, they can still rely on themselves to fight until the last moment.
On the other hand, the morale of the ordinary British soldiers was not affected much - the enemy's dragon did not take off, which meant that the news claimed by the superiors that both of the Texans' dragons had fallen was most likely true.
As for the enemy's spells - don't we have our own royal mages to deal with them?
Could it be that those wizard masters would waste their precious magic power on these small fry?
(End of this chapter)