Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 32 The Counterattack of Winter City
With the disappearance of the cracks in the abyss, the blood-red sky was once again occupied by dark clouds as black as ink, and the light became increasingly dimmer.

Thick night shrouded the dilapidated Winter City.

Large areas of collapsed building ruins, raging fires, crying crowds, and ferocious monsters looming in the shadows.

All intertwined and gathered together, forming a miserable picture in every corner of the city.

Roar!
Abyssal ghouls exuding stench are driven by endless hunger and thirst. They stick out their scarlet tongues and show their bloody fangs and claws, wandering in groups in various ruins.

blah blah blah!
The constructed stone golem, which is more than three meters in size and weighs about 2000 pounds, is taking heavy steps, flickering slightly with the various runes carved around it.

Two powerful fists seemed to cut through the thick night, sweeping towards the surrounded abyssal ghouls with a turbulent wind.

bump!
Click!

The continuous impact was mixed with various crackling sounds of bones breaking, and a group of abyss ghouls were paralyzed on the ground like dead dogs, struggling hard, but unable to move an inch.

The stone golem's eyes shimmered, and it once again took heavy steps towards the distance.

The pustules-covered quasimoths on their green skin screamed, waving their sharp claws and poison-stained scorpion tails, attacking the scattered crowd in groups in mid-air.

"Evil one from the abyss, get me down!"

When a group of quasai were about to rush towards the two residents who were struggling to escape, they were suddenly interrupted by a loud shout.

A temple priest in heavy armor stepped out from the corner of the night.

In his right hand he held a heavy mace covered in red and white, and in his left was a silver holy emblem engraved with a blank scroll.

The priest of the temple looked at the quasimobs with slightly cold eyes, and immediately took out an exquisite wooden flying bird sculpture, gently threw it on the ground, and then crushed it with one foot.

Accompanied by bursts of high-spirited spells, the flying bird fragments quickly melted away, and the silver holy emblem in the hands of the priest of the temple shone with light.

——"Three-ring magical technique: Airflow drops!"

A group of quasimoths flying in mid-air were strangely wrapped in a hazy gray mist.

—In an instant!

The hazy gray fog suddenly turned into a raging air wave.

Whoosh whoosh!
The Quasaimo group was hit by a strong airflow, falling like overripe persimmons, and the Quasaimo's fragile body was slammed on the hard ground, torn apart.

The strong smell of blood immediately permeated the surroundings.

The priest of the temple with a cold look in his eyes looked at the abyss gnoll in front of him, his figure flashed, and then disappeared into the night.

The top floor of the wizard tower.

Wizard Kaladna looked calmly at the crystal ball floating in front of his eyes.

The gnolls in the crystal ball were filled with blood-red eyes, facing the dense rain of arrows and brilliant magic.

They fearlessly launched wave after wave of attacks on the walls of Cold Winter City.

A cold light flashed in the cloudy eyes of Wizard Kaladna, and then he said lightly: "Use the most powerful magic crystal superconducting pulse cannon to carry out radiation strikes!"

Tarling's cold mechanical voice sounded:
According to the regulations on the use of magic crystal superconducting pulse guns of the Arcane Empire in ancient times, No. 20 stipulates that it is forbidden to use radiation strikes with energy exceeding 50% anywhere on the main material plane!
"I can't care about that much anymore, besides, the arcane empire in ancient times has long since disappeared, so the regulations have also been abolished! Continue to use the most powerful radiation strike!"

Kaladna looked at the wildly charging gnolls in the crystal ball, and said resolutely.

50% of the radiant energy is simply not enough to wipe out most of the gnolls outside the city.

When these jackals from the Great Sword Scar Mountain Range invaded the city, the consequences would be disastrous.

Tarling:

The magic energy crystal superconducting pulse gun is starting!
Launch Radiation Strike!

Enable 100% energy!

caveat!

Full-power radiation strikes will be activated soon!
The magic energy crystal superconducting pulse gun is charging...

20% 40% 70% 100%
Charging is complete!

emission!

Roselet, the lord of Winter City, stood on the wall of the west gate, frowning slightly as he looked at the inexhaustible gnolls below.

There are too many gnolls!
Since their god incarnations were killed, these ferocious and evil humanoid creatures seemed to have been dazzled by anger, facing death without fear.

Those jackals who rushed up the city wall with the help of ladders waved their sharp claws and fangs frantically, even before they died, they would forcefully take away a piece of flesh and blood.

"As expected of our ancestors, if you leave a mess, just let it go!" Roselet sighed helplessly.

Then look at the wizard tower behind.

Jackals are continuously attacking the city tower, and the soldiers defending the city are about to be exhausted. At this time, it has reached a precarious situation.

And the only thing that can instantly open up the situation and restore the disadvantage is the wizard tower.

The voice just fell!

At the top of the wizard tower, a terrifying energy gathered and formed.

Immediately afterwards, a dark blue beam of light about 1 meter in diameter shot out from the top of the wizard tower.

Terrible energy pierced the space, and the air flowing around burst into bursts of explosions.

bump!
When the dark blue beam of light reached the densely packed sky above the gnolls, it suddenly exploded!
It turned into countless tiny beams of light, like a deep blue meteor shower, covering all the wolf men under the city wall.

The tiny dark blue beams of light, like countless threads, passed through the body of every wolf man on the ground, and the terrifying energy quickly melted the body of the wolf man.

Ow!

One after another miserable roar mixed with deep fear rose and fell with each other.

Blood soaked every inch of the ground!
……

Somewhere in the wilderness outside of Winter City.

"What a beautiful blue meteor shower!" Anderina stroked her messy hair, looked at the scattered dark blue streamer in the distance, and couldn't help but exclaim.

However, when she just finished saying the three words Meteor Shower, her bright eyes gradually dimmed, as if some memory had been touched, and a sad look slowly appeared on her delicate face.

"That's the energy fluctuation emitted by the magic crystal superconducting pulse gun. As long as it gets a little bit on it, if you fail the physical immunity, the body will melt quickly. It's more terrifying than strong acid, like an unknown dark matter energy."

Thorn retracted his gaze and explained casually.

This method of converting elemental energy into dark matter energy is also one of the pinnacle masterpieces of the Arcane Empire in ancient times.

It is said that this terrible destructive energy can even threaten the body of the gods and break the shield of the divine power field.

However, these introductions were all seen in some miscellaneous materials that Thorne inadvertently read when he was in the library of Winter City.

It is impossible to verify whether it is true, because among all the major historical events in the Toril world, there is no clear record of the feat of slaughtering gods during the Arcane Empire.

From the energy fluctuations scattered just now, Thorne could feel that the maximum power emission was obviously turned on.

Then soon the druids in the Emerald Garden in the Black Pearl Forest couldn't stay idle.

This transformed dark matter energy has strong radiation.

Terrible dark matter energy will destroy all organisms and soil in the surrounding area, resulting in no grass growing in recent decades.

If there are other intelligent creatures living nearby, the body will gradually be affected by radiation, and some deformed mutations will occur.

But fortunately, only the area near the west city gate is covered, and the impact is not too great. At worst, the city gate will be closed, and entry and exit from here will be prohibited in the future.

If it is a certain forest or wilderness, even if Winter City escapes this disaster, it will suffer the ruthless natural judgment of the druids.

And it's still the kind that never dies!
(End of this chapter)