OBS Chapter 745 Iron Wall
Chapter 745 Iron Wall
Chapter 745 Iron Wall
The majestic New Basilicata city was built into a giant fortress in less than a week.
There was an endless stream of teams building scaffolding, moving supplies, and felling boulders.
The gun barrels sticking out from the numerous bastions look like hedgehogs, which are intimidating.
Twelve artillery batteries are distributed in a circle on the hilltops, equipped with a total of more than 200 large and small artillery pieces, all protected by solid fortresses. A space has been dug out in the belly of the mountain below that can accommodate several company-level units, and a large amount of food, liquor, medicines, ammunition and other supplies are stored.
As long as war breaks out, these artillery batteries can support each other and provide firepower support to each other. If you want to concentrate your forces to break through any one artillery battery, you will face bombardment from no less than three other artillery batteries.
They had to attack from all sides and pay a heavy price to break through the twelve artillery batteries that looked like the twelve constellations of the zodiac and attack the central city of New Basilicata.
This was due to the fact that Lothar emptied an entire outpost of the British Expeditionary Force. Although he distributed a lot of light weapons to the black rebels, almost all of the heavy firepower was transported back intact by the Texans.
Otherwise, with the strength and foreign exchange reserves of the Texans as an agricultural country, it would be almost impossible to purchase enough new artillery.
Overall, the New Basilicata City has become an extension of Wolfsburg.
Even if the British could drive the Land Cruiser up the mountain, every step forward in the face of such fortifications would come at a cost in blood.
"Are you an idiot? I want human blood, not the same person's. Let each of them release some. I want to act as the medium for the spell."
"You, the one who is as thin as a mummy, don't scribble on my work. You don't have the ability to add to it."
"And you, get out of here. If I see you wasting this high-quality magic stone ore again, I will make you into a construct golem. Even if your head is filled with clay, it is better than a thing like you filled with excrement."
Fringilla has become increasingly irritable recently, and setting up a magic circle in the New Basilicata City is a delicate job like threading a needle.
And this would last for several days. Even the most honest and slowest wolf spellcaster could feel the obvious low pressure in the air. All the wolf spellcasters were silent and kept their heads down to do their work.
On the city wall, hundreds of constructed golems - gargoyles - were performing the drainage function originally named "gargoyles", draining last night's rainwater into the abyss.
Once the battle breaks out, these gargoyle legions will, with the help of large-scale magic arrays, inflict heavy damage on the enemy's air force.
Behind several giant suspension bridges leading to the new Basilicata city, large golems have been erected. These are war colossi used to prevent the enemy from rebuilding the passages. Even if they are killed, their corpses can be used to block the passages.
"Miss, you have been working hard recently."
Kurs was very ashamed. He was promoted from a lower-level vampire and had no talent as a spellcaster. Even though he had learned some spells over the years, he was just like these wolf spellcasters, at the level of a "stupid pig" as Fulin called him.
Fulin's attitude towards Coors finally softened a little.
"I can handle it, but these guys are so clumsy and annoying."
Fulin casually embedded a magic stone into the core of the array, and another golem was activated, its eyes glowing red.
Compared to the last time, the Texans' move was obviously much bigger. At this point, it didn't matter whether the white crystal veins and magic stone veins were exposed or not.
With sufficient magic stones, Fulin became more and more adept at setting up formations and stacking golems.
This is actually a rare training opportunity, which can greatly increase Fulin's attainments in blood magic. However, Fulin is obviously not a diligent person. Compared with the huge workload, she would rather not take this benefit.
"Every time I think about leading a bunch of misfits to fight against the British Royal Mages, it's no different than if I were alone."
"Giuliano even vowed to let me handle all the spellcasters, as if he was giving me great support."
The more Fulin thought about it, the angrier she got. She slapped a piece of magic stone roughly into the body of the golem built by the wolf spellcasters, causing the wolf spellcasters to tremble. Although the magic stone ore is stable in nature, it does not mean that the array pattern in the golem is also stable.
They were afraid that Fulin would break their golem with a slap, and then scold them harshly for their poor craftsmanship, suggesting that they should work as bricklayers for two years before considering starting from the lowest level of small golem puppets.
Fulin, who was looking annoyed, suddenly raised her little head alertly.
In the sky, the dragon cast a huge shadow under the full moon. The people of Texans screamed in surprise. Some people subconsciously picked up weapons, but were quickly stopped by the officers.
"My lord is back!"
Like a dejected puppy, it started wagging its tail wildly when it saw its owner coming home.
The tiredness and irritability on Fulin's face turned into joy, and the wolf spellcasters looked as if they were seeing the princess of the Blood Court for the first time.
The next moment, like a young swallow flying into the forest, Fulin crashed into the arms of Lothar who had just landed, and rubbed her little head against his chest frantically, feeling the powerful blood that would tempt every vampire.
"We haven't been apart for long. Do you miss me so much?"
Losa rubbed her little head and listened to her boasting about her hard work and achievements over the past few days.
I felt very emotional. The little girl has really grown up and become more and more capable.
Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly the whole mountain city seemed to be in an uproar, countless people were running around telling each other, and the cheers were still deafening even from such a distance.
"You are Mr. Losa!"
"Great Iron Destroyer, Dragon Driver, welcome to New Basilicata!"
Several wolf spellcasters who were approaching took off their hats and pressed them to their chests in awe.
Only a legendary figure like Mr. Lothar could make a terrifying Blood Court princess like Miss Fulin show such a girlish side.
Losa was no longer surprised by this. He had so many nicknames that they could fill up an entire table at a banquet.
"It's an honor to meet you all."
Losa also took off his hat and returned the greeting: "Thanks to everyone for tolerating Miss Fulin's rudeness these days. She has a bit of an impatient temper, but she is not a bad person."
The wolf spellcasters hurriedly said they dared not, for fear that Fulin, who turned her head and glared at them, would see the absurdity in their eyes.
Mr. Losa, your definition of a "good person" is probably a bit far from normal standards.
...
Inside Wolfburg.
In the closed training ground.
A deep blue sword was lifted high into the air and stabbed diagonally into the hardened ground of the training ground.
The sharp tip of the sword pressed against the throat of the old man opposite, then quickly moved away.
The man opposite looked pleased: "Nina, you have surpassed me by a lot. In Basilicata swordsmanship and Saluzzo swordsmanship, you are already a master."
Celinina sheathed her swords, her face showing no emotion: "I was afraid you would be embarrassed for losing to me, and I was wondering how to comfort you."
"How could that be? Every father would be pleased with the achievements of his children."
Veneto, who was watching the game silently, fell into deep thought. He tried to adjust his state and forced a slightly stiff "kind" smile on his face.
Wolves have a long lifespan, and although it is far inferior to that of vampires, Giuliano has not fallen to the point of being old and weak. As the former top master of the Basilicata family, his strength has improved very slowly since he became the head of the family, but now he is at a level better than the elite centurions.
In other words, it was the same six-star level with full refinement, but in front of Celinina, it was still reduced to being firmly suppressed from the beginning until the outcome.
It’s not that Cellinina’s hard power is completely superior to Giuliano’s.
The two swords in her hands were at the same level as the weapons in Giuliano's hands. As for the newly acquired King-Slaying Blade, it was a powerful weapon and could not be used lightly.
This result was purely a victory of skill.
Under the martial arts arena, Centurion Leon came running over excitedly: "Chief, Miss, Mr. Losa is back!"
(End of this chapter)