readytorunbook Chapter 483: The Elf God's Spell Changed
Chapter 483: The Elf God's Spell Changed
Taking advantage of the complex terrain of the forest and cooperating with the oak giants, the Gis people finally blocked the invading cavalry.
The bloodthirsty fighting spirit hidden deep in their blood had long been aroused, and the silver swords in their hands were like heated butter knives. No cavalryman could escape their sharp blades.
At this time, the swarm of drones in the air also began to join the battle.
Countless [Dispelling Magic] poured down, constantly weakening the cavalry's defensive shield.
Although the effect is not significant, it does help the Gis people save psychic energy loss in disguise.
In order to make the silver sword have the effect of breaking magic, it is necessary to infuse it with spiritual energy.
The Kegis had not been chopping melons and vegetables for long before they found that the enemy before them had become extremely difficult to deal with.
The weapon in his hand was equally strong, able to withstand the sharpness of the silver sword;
The armor on his body is also very light, and even the most skilled Gis warrior with the strongest swordsmanship would find it difficult to hit the opponent.
The key is the spells that come out of nowhere from time to time, the divine spells and arcane spells are endless, making it difficult to defend against.
The Ghis troops, which had just emerged, began to suffer casualties.
The defense line that had been stabilized once again became precarious.
Alvin now regrets his arrogance.
Originally, he thought that only alien creatures like half-dragons needed to be dealt with using shells made of magic metal.
Unexpectedly, these human cavalry also have the defensive ability to ignore ordinary metal.
He desperately threw his spells downwards.
These mutated spell effects of his seem to be quite useful to those turtle shells.
But he alone could not deal any fatal blow to the enemies who were pouring in like a tide.
Three giant tree men have been knocked down, and the life or death of the druids and Gith hiding on them is unknown.
Xiuman was standing with the Gis people, bombarding the opposing cavalry with his sorcerer's magic power.
The city lord's maid was also jumping back and forth in the shadows.
But her weapons had absolutely no effect on the enemy.
I was too confident. I really was too confident.
Ivan's spellcasting movements increased several times.
He wanted to inflict as much damage to the enemy as possible while he still had enough magic reserves.
He gradually began to become flustered and at a loss.
Suddenly, a row of spells shot out from the sky and fell into the enemy's formation.
Those spells emitted an orange-red light and looked exactly like the fireball spell.
Alvin thought it was a surprise attack by a swarm of drones in the air.
It is impossible to break the enemy's defense with those ordinary spells.
Just as Alvin sighed with some regret, the fireball that fell to the ground suddenly surprised him.
The fireballs that should have been isolated by the pale golden shield flew straight into the center of the formation, and the flames and explosions swept over an area of forty to fifty feet.
The enemy hit by the spell first becomes larger as if inflated, then shrinks rapidly and is torn to pieces by the high temperature and air waves.
Looking at the deep pits on the ground one after another, Alvin was a little slow to react.
"Explode... expand...
Isn't this the effect of my Fireball spell?"
Just as he was staring in amazement, the sound of pulling bellows was heard in the air.
"Well? I was right!
As long as we believe that this guy is perverted enough, the spells we cast will also have such perverted effects!"
The white-robed skeleton was floating in the air, followed by Labelas who was still making a spellcasting gesture.
The silver-haired old elf raised his eyebrows twice, seeming to be somewhat displeased with Rillifane's words.
Then he looked at Ivan with a strange expression.
More elven gods began to fly into the air and bombarded the opposing cavalry with this mixed spell.
The situation began to reverse.
The cavalry, who relied on their strong defensive power to launch the charge, immediately suffered heavy casualties.
As the number of people sharing the damage decreased, the drone's [Dispel Magic] and the mortar shells on the tree man regained their effectiveness.
Like a domino effect, the decline of the human cavalry became more and more serious.
When several male elf gods flew past Ivan, their expressions were very complicated.
They were avoiding this human being as if they were a plague, and were willing to use up all their divine power to quickly pass by him.
Especially the tall Solonor, who covered his private parts with his hands one after another as he flew past.
The female elf gods who passed by Ivan all looked at him with curiosity, with uncontrollable smiles on their lips and flames seemed to be burning in their eyes.
Ivan, who was already confused, became even more confused.
"Clam?"
He slapped away Rillifane's hand on his shoulder and asked in a somewhat unfriendly tone:
“Old Skeleton! Did you say something weird to them?
Why do people look at me differently now?"
Rillifane, with soul flame floating in his skull, froze in place.
His light blue soul flame was shaking violently, and it was hard to tell whether he was excited or trying to hold back a laugh.
"Aha! No!
I just told them the story you passed down in the druid settlement."
“Stories passed down by word of mouth?
Old Skeleton! Can you please stop talking about Lal all the time?
That joke is over now, isn’t it? "
"Lal? I didn't mention Lal!
I'm talking about the story between you and that bald Bol...
That little girl named Senna was talking so enthusiastically at that time!"
"..."
After all the elven gods had joined the battlefield, Angris flew over slowly.
She looked at Alvin with some pity and spoke to him earnestly.
“Ivan…well…I don’t agree with your behavior, but I…uh, I can probably understand it.
Don’t let Xiling down…”
Then, he stretched out his hands towards a large oak tree growing at the edge of the forest and reawakened an oak giant.
The schizophrenic goddess ignored Ivan's puzzled look and flapped her little wings to rush towards the Gis defense line, waving the sword in her hand and fighting with the group of troublesome soldiers in the battle formation.
"Old—skeleton—"
Ivan turned around with gritted teeth, but the old skeleton next to him had already run away.
Countless fireballs appeared on his palms again, whizzing towards the opposite side like a rainstorm.
In an instant, this human used the three-ring [Fireball] to produce an effect comparable to the legendary spell [Meteor Burst].
The elf gods who were fighting hard in the center of the battlefield turned around together, and their evaluation of Ivan's perversion rose to a higher level.
"So the human Ivan is so good at this in private... Oh, my fireball has become even more powerful!"
"is not that right!
It turns out that the ambiguous stories between him, Xiling, and the goddesses of the human race were all just a trick of his...
Oh my god! My healing skills can actually regenerate severed limbs!"
For a moment, the battlefield was extremely lively.