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Jieluo could only hear faint screams and cries of pain in the intervals.

Ahead was a shield formation of Divine Punishment warriors, followed by a slowly advancing Inquisitor—a formation originally drilled to deal with the onslaught of the beast swarm, but the giant shield was just as effective against bows and muskets. A finger-thick iron shield was enough to block a crossbow's fire, and Tifeko's imitation musket could not penetrate it, the only drawback was that it was too heavy for the Divine Punishment Army to carry on its back.

However, now it is ineffective.

From time to time, a samurai of divine punishment was beaten in two by a whistling iron ball, and even the people behind him were also killed, and a burst of blood mist would soon float from the broken hole, and the samurai who were not killed on the spot held their internal organs or hands and feet and wailed in pain, constantly wearing down the fighting spirit of their comrades.

"If this can't go on, let the Divine Punishment Army charge!" the deputy shouted.

"Yes, Master Solly," the other commander clenched his fists, "the iron ball can only go in a straight line, and the speed of the shot is not fast, it is the right thing to do, and we can't be targets anymore!"

"I see, pass my order, spread out the formation, and all charge!"

Gero heard the order to attack from Soli Dahl.

But at this very moment, a new weapon joined the battlefield.

Its sound was like a never-ending raindrop, and it was like the hum of a Jingo clash - the front line was suddenly obscured by the smoke and dust that was raised, and the charging warriors fell to the ground like wheat harvesting, and she could not even see where the attack was coming from.

The commanders' faces turned pale.

Everyone knows that the outcome of this battle is decided.

Suddenly, there was a hissing sound in Jieluo's ear that pierced the air, it was sharp and hidden, like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

Dangerous!

She turned her gaze in the direction where the sound came, and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but remembered that this body did not belong to her.

Unfortunately, Solly Dahl is nowhere near as alert as she is.

An iron ball fell from mid-air, smashed impartially on the ground in front of him, and then leaped high and brushed him by.

Jerry only felt her perspective spin for a while, and then fell to the ground.

Blood poured from Soli's shoulder, and his arm was empty, and he gritted his teeth to keep himself from screaming.

The people around him hurriedly gathered around.

"Your Excellency, Bishop!"

"God, God forbid, your hands ......"

"Retreat, let them all retreat!"

"Take Master Solly and get out of here first, I'll cut it off!"

Memories are interrupted at this point.

When Gerlo opened her eyes, the Divine Stone Prism and the Privy Sanctuary deep underneath her eyes returned.

So that's what happened, she lowered her head and grinned uncontrollably.

In this way, everything makes sense.

This is why Roland Wimbledon was able to go from an obscure frontier lord to the new king of the Grey Keep in a year and a half, and why he was able to defeat the Duke's knights and the second prince's mad army in repeated battles, and even take the royal capital in a single day.

The continuous roar, the smell of gunpowder wafting from the scene...... All of them proved to be a new type of firearm - a replica of a snow powder pipe made by Tifeco, and even the fur of the other party could not be touched.

If it weren't for "seeing it with her own eyes", Jieluo would never have imagined that the Snow Powder Weapon could exert such great power.

Of course, she wouldn't believe that this was a secret of the Wimbledon family's heritage, otherwise Tifeco and Garcia wouldn't have known anything about it.

There is no doubt that what Roland encountered in the border town has led him to where he is today.

Perhaps it was a hermit family who had mastered the ancient secret art - since the collapse of the Federation, some of the builders who helped the locals have lost contact forever, and many of them are skilled craftsmen, and it is not impossible to figure out these intricate tools.

Or maybe it's a relic hidden deep in the mountains of desperation - the history books in the library mention the existence of some strange ruins of unknown origin on the edge of the wilderness, and the reason for the eventual split of the Federation is also due to the discovery of an underground labyrinth.

But she prefers that it is the ability of a certain witch that gives ordinary snow powder an extremely lethal power.

Because of this, the fourth prince changed his previous attitude and recruited witches and helped them clear their grievances.

But your guess doesn't matter...... Whatever the reason, Roland Wimbledon himself must know this.

As long as she can devour Roland, she will definitely grasp the ins and outs of these weapons.

"Jie Luo...... Your Excellency?" the captain of the Praetorian Guard, who was guarding the exit of the cage, couldn't help but be worried when he saw that she had not moved for a long time.

Jieluo suppressed the passion in her heart, and only slowly walked out of the cage until the corners of her mouth were completely calmed, "I'm fine, notify the intelligence agencies and ask them to summon all the pure ones who are still in the Dawn Kingdom." ”

"All?" the captain was stunned, "but ...... the plan you made earlier?"

"The decisive battle is about to begin," said Gerlo, word for word, "I want to see everyone. ”

There was no doubt that the situation in Dawn was nothing compared to what was in Roland's head.

It's powerful, it's incredibly long-range, it's usable to mortals, and you can understand its meaning just by thinking about it.

If this weapon can be assembled on a large scale before the Red Moon falls, the Holy City's victory rate against the devil will be greatly increased.

And she can also get closer to the divine will.

North of the Grey Castle, Glen.

After dinner, Ife returned to the castle bedroom and couldn't help but yawn. In the past half a month, in addition to carrying out the tooth extraction operation, she has not been idle after arriving in the town, first helping the First Army to garrison the camp, and then following Edith and others to the Cold Wind Ridge to transfer the local residents, although it is very busy, but it is quite fulfilling.

When her mood calmed down, she found that those non-combat witches did have their own unique brilliance, and aside from her abilities, she was no different from most ordinary people.

In her daily interactions, she is also little and less accepted by the people of the Witch League, and even when she is on a guard mission, Maisie even greets her for the first time - even though the lightning next to her looks unhappy.

Instead of hoping that the other party will forgive her, Ife intends to make up for the mistakes she has made in the past with her actions, and she doesn't even care if she can finally become a sister in their mouths, all of which is done to atone for her sins.

Atonement for her only friend, Anne.

Just as Ife was about to go to bed, there was a knock on the door.

She opened the door and was surprised to find the leader of the Isle of Sleep, Lord Tilly Wimbleton.

"I'd like to talk to you about the Bloodtooth Society," Tilly sighed, "and Hetty Morgan and ...... Annie. ”