Blessing from the goddess at the beginning, technology VS magic

The city wall was lost, monsters poured into the city like a tide, and countless screams and wails filled the sky. The people in the royal city had nowhere to escape and could only resist desperately, but their weapons and magic were unable to deal with these powerful monsters. Some people choose to commit suicide, some choose to surrender, and some choose to resist, but the result is the same, death or slavery.

A young soldier, his name is Keton, he is an ordinary archer, he has no special skills or talents, he is just a civilian. He originally wanted to be a knight, but he didn't have enough money or background, so he could only join the kingdom's army and serve the king. He once dreamed of being rewarded on the battlefield and becoming a hero, but now he just wants to live.

He watched his companions fall one by one, feeling fear and despair. He thought about his parents and sister, who lived in a small house in the city, and wondered if they were still safe. He wanted to find them, but he knew that was impossible. The monsters had occupied every corner of the city.

He could only hope they could escape, or at least die a quick death. He picked up his bow and arrow and fired at the nearest stone troll, but the arrow bounced off its thick petrified skin. The monster discovered him and rushed towards him. Jack drew his dagger and prepared for the final battle.

Blood splattered everywhere, and a head that had been embedded with a helmet fell to the ground, with unwillingness in his eyes.

There is also a middle-aged woman, she is an ordinary tailor, she has no special skills or talents, she is just a hard-working mother.

She originally wanted to give her children a happy life, but now she just wants to protect them. She looked out the window at the blood and chaos, feeling panic and helpless. She thought of her husband and son, soldiers of the kingdom, fighting monsters on the city walls.

She didn't know if they were still alive, maybe they had died, maybe they were still holding on. She wanted to find them, but she knew that was impossible. The city wall had been breached and the road was full of dangers. She could only hope that they would return safely, or at least die with some honor. She hugged her daughter and infant son and hid in the closet. She heard the sound of someone passing by outside the door, and she nervously covered her and her children's mouths.

The footsteps became louder and louder, and a man in black robes stood in front of the door, his eyes flashing with fanaticism. He is a cultist, he is the messenger of the great devil, he uses dark magic to control the monsters in order to realize their supposed destiny!

He felt that there were still people hiding here, and he could feel the weak magic power of those people. Although the magic power was insignificant, no matter how small a fly was, it was still flesh.

This royal city has a total of five million residents. If the magic power of these people is extracted, the magic power consumed by the 'Tao' can be replenished quickly, and there may even be excess.

The cultist kicked open the door and entered the house. He saw a bed, a table, some clothes and other sundries.

He didn't see anyone.

"Strange? Is my feeling wrong?"

The cultist muttered to himself, holding his hoarse throat.

The middle-aged woman and her children covered their mouths tightly with their hands.

The cultist walked to the closet. He heard faint breathing inside, and he smiled evilly. He opened the closet and saw a middle-aged woman, a little girl and an infant son, all hugging each other tightly and looking at him in horror.

He has no mercy or sympathy, only greed and cruelty. He reached out, grabbed the woman's hair, and dragged her out of the closet. Women struggled and screamed, trying to protect themselves and their children. But her power is too small to compete with the cultists. The cultist threw her to the ground and stamped on her chest with his foot. He drew a symbol on her forehead with his finger, and then recited a spell:

"My King Balzac, I pray in your honorable name to make this soul return to you, make this body your slave, use the soul as a tomb, use the spirit as a coffin, make all living beings slaves, and make all heavens the king's land! I am your loyal believer, your fanatical pursuer, and you are an insect.

Soul-eating technique! "

The cultists' spells became louder and louder, and the woman felt that her soul was being torn apart bit by bit, her eyes became hollow, and her skin became pale.

Her heart was filled with fear and despair. She thought of her husband, her children, and her home. She was not willing to die like this, she was not willing to let the cultists succeed, and she did not want the children to lose their mother. She wanted to call to the children, but no sound came out of her lips.

She could only look helplessly at the cultist's smile and the dagger shining with black light in his hand.

The last remaining bit of consciousness was stripped away, and in a pure white dream, she seemed to see her children.

Such tragedies are staged every moment in the royal city. The prosperous city is burned to the ground, and the royal palace, which symbolizes power, also falls to the ground...

"Master Wade, I'm back"

In just three days, a black castle was built on the ruins of the palace. The whole body of this black castle was made of broken rocks, with strange black light shining at the joints.

The person who came was the cultist who killed the woman. While he was speaking, he knelt down on one knee and rolled up his sleeves. The writing on his arm was inadvertently revealed - there were four petals.

"Dunn, get up."

"Yes, my lord!"

After getting up, Dunn still faced Wade respectfully, and before Wade could speak, he began to know what he wanted to ask. The two seemed to have a tacit understanding.

"Sir Wade, all the residents in the city have been transformed into soul tombs. When the magic power in their bodies turns into black magic power, they can be harvested."

Wade nodded with satisfaction: "In this way, we can capture a few more towns before the alliance reacts, and our goal will be accomplished, hahahaha.

This time I want to see what else that loser Moses has to say. "

"Master Wade is a genius. Among the thirteen people, apart from Master Ken, you are the strongest!"

Wade snorted coldly: "Ken? He is just an old man, that's all. Now my army is overwhelming. In another half month, the magic power to resurrect the Demon King will be collected. By then..."

"My lord, you should not be careless. If there is news, the alliance will gather its troops. I am afraid that the next battle will not be easy to fight."

"Why, do you also believe that guy Moses' lies? Are you afraid of the alliance's new secret weapon? They really should have brought it out a long time ago. Don't worry, everything is under my control!"

Wade said confidently.

To the north of the Dikwa Church, the multinational coalition forces have been assembled. The Stephen Empire has stationed troops on the northern border to prevent the cultists from going south. When the coalition forces attack, Stephen's army will set off again to form a pincer attack on the cultists.

There are dark clouds over the church, and a big battle is coming.