I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 282 - 269 Our Real Enemy is the Almighty... God!

Chapter 282: Chapter 269 Our Real Enemy is the Almighty… God!

“Hell… hell has descended…” “God… save your devout Believers…”

On the chaotic battlefield, shouts and screams intertwined, and some even knelt to pray, hoping for God’s salvation, but it was all in vain…

Rickman and others in his group were particularly targeted, with ten airships continuously bombing their location relentlessly.

The nobles, who before the battle had fantasized about how to please the new King, now only regretted, wishing the horses beneath them grew six legs to carry them out of the range of the fiery rain…

Joyce was no exception, seeing the dire situation, he took his bodyguards and fled!

Even so, he couldn’t outrun the fiery rain falling from the sky, which soon landed on him. Some fell on his sturdy armor, while some seeped through the gaps where the armor joined, penetrating his body.

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A surge of intense pain and burning sensation washed over him, twisting Joyce’s face in agony, but he forcibly endured it, as his will to survive overpowered everything else.

The horrific condition of the soldiers earlier had made it clear to him that this fire could not be extinguished by ordinary means; now, his only choice was to flee from the range of the fiery rain and then find a way to treat his wounds.

Joyce gritted his teeth against the burning pain, but the horse beneath him couldn’t bear it any longer, letting out a piercing neigh, it flung the great Earl off its back, then twisted its body and galloped away without looking back…

“My horse, my horse!”

Joyce, dazed from the fall, shouted hoarsely, scrambling to get up from the ground, but a hand tightly grabbed his thigh, dragging him back.

Turning in shock, Joyce then realized that Duke Rickman was right behind him, having also fallen from his horse, albeit in a worse state, with a bloody, mangled back as if trampled by the horse…

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“Joyce… you bastard, despicable traitor… Hattar’s dog!” Rickman’s eyes were bloodshot, his expression ferocious as if he was about to devour Joyce alive.

“Let go, let me go!” In a life-or-death moment, Joyce no longer cared about the other’s status, frantically kicking at Rickman’s head.

Rickman clung desperately to Joyce’s thigh. His spine had already been broken, and with the bishops and priests preoccupied with their own survival, he had no chance of escaping the range of the fiery rain.

Even if he managed to escape to the royal capital, this shameful defeat would ruin him completely.

After all, the loss of over ten thousand armored soldiers and two thousand cavalry, nearly half of the kingdom’s elite forces, meant that neither the King nor the Crown Prince, nor the Church, would ever forgive him.

And in Rickman’s view, all of this was caused by Joyce intentionally withholding information about the Wizards; he would drag him down to hell even if it killed him…

“Get off me!” Joyce yelled frantically, pulling out his longsword from his waist and severing Rickman’s hand that was grabbing his thigh.

The delay from this melee allowed the next wave of fiery rain to drift down from the sky…

“Join me in hell, Joyce…” Rickman screamed madly.

“The one who should die is you!” Joyce dragged Rickman over, intending to use his body as a shield to evade this wave of attacks, but how could Rickman let him succeed? The two high-ranking nobles wrestled on the battlefield, and were engulfed by the descending fiery rain…

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“Such terrifying power…”

From a distance, Philip watched the battlefield shrouded in dense smoke and covered in flames, unable to help but click his tongue in surprise. Although they had tested this weapon on magical beasts before and had a rough understanding of its effects, he had not anticipated how terrifying it would be when used against people.

Lowen, as the commander of the musketeers, also felt an immense sense of emotion. He had previously not believed that a war could end without any casualties.

The scene before him was undoubtedly the best proof. Lynn had truly taught him a lesson on how to conduct war when one possessed absolute firepower.

However, these weapons were perhaps too horrifying…

“This is war, where mercy to the enemy is often cruelty to oneself!” Lynn said with an unchanged expression, obviously having anticipated this.

White phosphorus was somewhat inhumane, but it was indeed the best method they had for crushing the enemy’s morale.

Lynn did not know exactly what Divine Arts those priests were preparing, but since these men had not chosen to retreat, it must mean that Earl Rickman believed they still had a chance to defeat them.

In that case, even if they ultimately secured victory, it would inevitably involve significant casualties.

“Lord Lynn, should we pursue them now?” Ryder hurriedly asked. He had not fought many battles, but it was clear to anyone that now was the ideal time to chase and expand their victory.

Several of the Wizards seemed to have no intention of giving orders, which made him somewhat anxious.

“No, there’s no need to continue the chase. A part of the cavalry has already escaped; we probably can’t stop these people from relaying the situation here to the capital,” Lynn shook his head and countered.

The most important point, which he did not voice, was that the smoke was highly toxic!

Stepping into it before the dust had settled could mean death without even knowing how it came… This thing did not differentiate between friend and foe!

Moreover, this army had already suffered heavy losses and lost the ability to fight again; fear would forever be rooted in their hearts.

“It seems that this war is not as difficult as the councilmen thought,” Orlando said in a relaxed tone.

In the past, during the Wizard conferences held in Greenrayl, those councilmen always looked worried, as if a great catastrophe was about to befall Wizard Land, and some even proposed finding a new haven at sea, just in case.

Now it seemed that the Empire was nothing more than a matter of having more numbers; nothing remarkable. If they equipped all the over twenty thousand new troops within Wizard Land, these men would just be chickens and dogs.

This victory would surely greatly boost morale…

“Don’t be too careless. This time we merely caught the opponent off guard, but the battles to come will likely not be so easy,” Lynn cautioned. More importantly, their real adversary was not these soldiers armed with swords, spears, and crossbows, but that supreme being… God!