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Chapter 666 Sand Giant

"It seems that my warning has no effect."

Lothar looked at the corpse collector who was cautiously approaching the city wall in the crowd.

With his current mental strength, even though the caster's concealment was clever, his astral body, which was far more powerful than that of an ordinary person, was still as eye-catching as a firefly in the night sky.

"give it to me."

Viviana bit her lip, pulled out the knight's sword from the sheath, and placed it horizontally in front of her. A row of white magic candles appeared on the sword, and the figures under the city were reflected in the flickering candle flames.

She let out a light breath, and the flame of the spirit candle quickly burned downwards, with the dripping candle tears piling up into a small hill.

Lothar could sense that as the candle flame burned, the figures reflected in the candlelight, and the vitality of the spellcasters hidden under the city, were also burning rapidly, as if the moment the candle took shape, it would ignite the lives of the reflected enemies.

Is this the candle burning and the shadow extinguishing? Isn't it a light and shadow spell?
boom--

A series of torches exploded in the crowd. The spellcaster with the strongest mental power had a very wide range of explosion, which directly affected more than ten people nearby, and scared the corpse collectors so much that they ran away.

"You are really good at this candle magic. It's not just a simple fire magic. Is it passed down from the Hohenzollern family?"

Viviana shook her head: "Not entirely. The spiritual candle spell passed down in my family is incomplete. No one in my family uses this spell except me. My spiritual candle spell was completed by myself."

What a genius!
Lothar couldn't help but praise: "As expected, you are the Candle Knight who can be on par with the Radiance Knight."

"You flatter me."

Viviana shook her head, her face pale.

After all, she was only a magic warrior, not a magician, and could not control the aftermath of the spirit candle spell.

She wouldn't feel too much psychological burden in killing the spellcaster, but as for those corpse collectors, many of them were just civilians who were forced to be conscripted to the battlefield.

As for the more sophisticated swordsmanship, it was simply impossible to eliminate these enemies in time.

Losa subconsciously wanted to pat her shoulder, but he pulled his hand back halfway.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do anything right now."

So far, what Lothar has shown is his extraordinary swordsmanship and physical strength, making him a powerful warrior. He has even only displayed a small part of the fire magic he learned from Anna. He neither hides his abilities too much and arouses Mahamu II's suspicion, nor makes him think that he is a threat.

The enemy is in the light while we are in the dark, this is our opportunity.

The corpse collectors retreated, and most of them retreated safely, not because Lothar was too merciful, but to save ammunition.

No one was notified, but everyone knew that the ridiculous armistice agreement was over.

The defenders on the city walls quickly stuffed the food into their mouths and hid behind the battlements and towers, waiting for the emperor's orders.

Accompanied by the roar of artillery fire, a new round of brutal offensive and defensive battles began.

The whistling shells were like Thor's hammer.

Lothar and Viviana did not hide. They stood side by side under the four β flags.

Several stone bullets flew past him, carrying with them a whistling airflow, and hit the city wall.

At the beginning, Losa felt that Viviana was very similar to Lavinia. Both were idealists, dedicated to their duties, kind, and just. It would not be an exaggeration to use all kinds of beautiful words to describe them.

But now I feel that they are completely different.

Lavinia is used to seeing darkness, but still sticks to the light, while Viviana has been exposed to very little of the dark side.

"If you still feel the psychological burden is heavy, just treat this as a real test."

Does the world of simulated warfare really exist?
Lothar tends to think so.

But no one can step into the same river at the same time. Losa believes that a time node, after being changed by an outsider, will form a clearly parallel time and space with the original timeline.

The time paradox of traveling back in time and killing yourself while still an infant is something that will never happen.

Viviana looked at him with some doubt, as if she wanted to confirm whether what Losa said was true.

Lothar did not directly respond to the other party's doubts, but just said: "I have participated in such a trial with the Knight of Glory before. We failed the first time and succeeded the second time."

Viviana breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm sorry, I will try my best to overcome it."

The artillery fire gradually subsided. The impact of these long-range siege weapons on the defenders was very limited, and the duration of each bombardment gradually shortened.

Those huge siege towers covered with iron sheets and fireproof formations were pushed out again. Behind the siege towers and shield carts were densely packed Ottoman soldiers under the bunkers. They were wearing lamellar armor, chain mail, pointed helmets or turbans, and were obviously no longer the cannon fodder in the attack the day before.

boom--

The earth suddenly shook.

Huge figures appeared in the distance. They took seemingly slow steps and soon crossed a distance of several thousand meters and arrived at the Ottoman camp. The Ottoman carriages and soldiers hurriedly made way for these behemoths.

Although these huge figures appear as small as children compared to the majestic dragon crawling on the ground like a small mountain, a quick comparison will reveal that they are actually giants with a height of more than ten meters and huge bodies.

A golden light flashed by, and the figure of the Ecumenical Patriarch appeared on the city wall. His lips trembled a little: "Your Majesty, it's the sand giants! It is said that as long as they touch the city wall, they can turn it into sand and collapse."

Lothar frowned: "The Theodosian Wall will also be there?"

"This...probably not."

The Patriarch was not sure either. He was not an orthodox spellcaster, and the use of holy light was not the same as spells. Moreover, even if he was an orthodox spellcaster, he would not understand how strong this wall could withstand.

"No matter if they can or cannot, try not to let them get close to the city wall. Use crossbows and small artillery to bombard them. If they get close, it's time for the church's spellcasters to take action. Try to stop them."

The Patriarch did not refuse, but nodded and said, "As you wish, Your Majesty."

The sand giants look very similar to the earth giants that Lothar had seen before. They both have a heavy aura about them, but their aura is looser. However, it does not mean that their strength is weaker.

In Lothar's perception, the strongest one among them had an aura that was clearly more powerful than the demonic giant with divine power that he had killed in Turin and almost caused chaos.

Wherever they passed, the land showed obvious signs of desertification.

They were originally just walking slowly, but when they were halfway there, they just raised their hands, condensed huge boulders made of gravel, and threw them hard towards the Theodosian Wall.

whoosh-

Compared to artillery and catapults, the giants' stones are like targeted bombs.

Flying sand and gravel can even become a deadly weapon.

The old spellcasters under the jurisdiction of the Orthodox Church came to the top of the city wall under the protection of their servants. In recent years, with the decline of Roman power, the number of spellcasters under the jurisdiction of the church has also been declining.

The Ecumenical Patriarch also raised the scepter adorned with pearls and gems.

A small-caliber cannon accurately hit a sand giant, but the shell only passed through the sand giant's body. Not even a drop of blood flowed from the wound. Countless sand and gravel surged, and soon it returned to its original state.

"Vivianna!"

Lothar looked at the female knight beside him with a solemn expression.

She nodded slightly, then took a slow step, like a fluttering white flower, and flew down to the city wall.

At the same time, those aging Orthodox spellcasters also launched their offensive. Colorful spells flew like fireworks towards the seemingly unstoppable giants.