Hmph!" Medici glanced at Amon, "Do you want to guess or not?"
After that, he said nothing more, stood up, and walked out of the tent.
The moment Medici walked out of the tent, the entire army became quiet. If the previous army was scattered and composed of people.
Then the army now is a whole with only one will.
Medici looked around, and at this moment, all he saw were his enemies, whether they were ordinary soldiers or those true gods who looked down on him in the star realm!
"All troops attack! Defeating Fenet within a day!"
Medic's voice was as exciting and high-spirited as the collision of steel, and under his will, a steel army moved with a bang, rampaging across the land, launching the strongest offensive against Fenet!
"Enemy attack!" The Fenet army discovered the movement of the Solomon camp at the first time, and the shrill whistle resounded through the sky.
The Fenet army is mainly composed of the Castilla family army and the army of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" church.
In such an army, the "wisdom" of tactics is particularly prominent, and its strongest means are also modern tactics implemented in conjunction with "mystery weakening, reality enhancement".
"Mystery weakening here, reality enhancement!" An angel from the Castilla family descended directly on the battlefield, weakening the extraordinary combat power of all attacking armies in an instant.
And Fenetort's side used improved artillery and firearms, weapons of war that ordinary people can use, at the first time.
However, there are too many forces involved in this war. Medici's full-army attack this time ignited the fuse of the gunpowder barrel, and the battlefield exploded directly...
The Loen army reacted at the first time and launched an attack on Fenetort at the same time.
Fenetort occupied the advantage of the terrain, but the lethality of the two armies was too terrifying. Fenetort quickly fell into a disadvantage and was almost beaten.
The "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" Church also decisively started the angel war, pushing this war to a terrifying level.
"I'm here." A middle-aged man dressed in aristocratic clothes, dressed very seriously, and with a majestic look in his eyes appeared above the battlefield.
His appearance even made the battlefield fall into silence.
One of the reasons is that the powerful rule power on him almost reduced the mysterious power below the angel to the bottom.
The second reason is because of his identity.
Few people know his name, and the world calls him "Castia" instead.
His status is equivalent to William Augustus of Loen. He is the founder of Feynaport and the ancestor of the Castilla family.
At the same time, he is also the "Hand of Order", the first sequence of the "Judge" path.
"Who of you wants this characteristic of mine?" The angel had no awareness of being deeply trapped in the quagmire of war. Instead, he looked majestically in the direction of the Solomon Empire and Loen, as if rebuking the subjects who made mistakes.
The "Hand of Order" characteristic on him is the last characteristic that has not been obtained by William Augustus.
Whether it is for the Augustus family or the Solomon family, his importance is self-evident.
Even this war is to kill him and obtain that characteristic, but there is only one characteristic, who should it be given to? !
Castilla's appearance directly made everything clear, and the cooperation between the Solomon Empire and Loen was directly broken.
After all, there are irreconcilable contradictions between the two. With a little guidance, Fenaporte's situation will be much better now.
"So you think I will stop? Or eat Augustus as you wish?" Medici appeared above the army, with the momentum and strength of the entire legion, and completely suppressed Castilla as soon as he appeared.
"Of course I dare not presume to speculate on the Red Angel's mind." Castilla looked at Medici and his pupils shrank.
"Heh." Medici didn't mean to talk nonsense, and put his hand on the bloody sword.
Swish!
The wind and clouds changed silently, and the whole battlefield was in a terror like the end of the world.
"Kill!" Medici's legion issued a deafening shout and directly broke through the "mysterious weakening" field.
Their will can even forcibly reverse the celestial phenomena!
"Of course I don't dare to fight the Red Angel face to face." Castia knew the gap between himself and the strongest Angel King, so he quickly backed off.
"So it's me." A strange voice appeared on the battlefield.
Medici's body was shocked, and he turned his head to look at the source of the voice.
The gray-white color was spreading, and the black clouds surging in the sky seemed to have a real texture at this moment.
"Chik?!" Medici's voice was full of doubts and confusion.
As a competitor of the adjacent path, Medici and "Origin" fought more than once in the Third Age, so he was naturally familiar with this voice.
"It's just a container of God's descent." Medici's eyes seemed to burst out with real light, penetrating the space and seeing the witch.
On a hill outside the battlefield, the Pope of the Witch Cult led three demigods to set up a ritual array to pray for blessings.
One of the witch demigods walked into it safely and took out a sapphire ring.
This is the ring that Triss has been wearing on her hand since she was chosen!
Klein's pupils shrank outside the battlefield and he looked at Triss. He actually ignored this ring!
The essence of this ring is the relic of the "Original Witch", and it is not certain whether it has corresponding characteristics.
And now Triss's status is only higher than this ring, not lower, and she no longer needs it to embellish herself.
Klein's attention was on Triss before, so he ignored it.
"I am the best vessel for God's descent, but not the only one." Triss explained.
"It's just that this method consumes too much energy. Each time can only last for a short time, and its price is a demigod."
"'Original' seems to have foreseen your appearance a long time ago. You are here to stop me, and I am here to lock you up." Triss gently apologized to Klein.
The demigod in the magic circle pressed the ring against his forehead with the most pious attitude.
The ring melted like metal, and half real and half illusory flowed into the witch's head.
Three seconds later, the witch demigod opened her eyes, and it was dark.
Her hair rose up one by one, becoming as thick as a small snake. Their outer layer was slippery and evil, with black and white eyeballs or snake-like heads on the top, mouths slightly open, spitting out tongues.
The witch demigod was dead, replaced by the consciousness of the "original witch"!
The dark eyes looked at the battlefield and saw Medici wearing armor and holding a sword.
He could only exist for a short time, but it was enough.