He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 42. The Lightning Trident, the God among Gods in a Thunderstorm!
The sacred trident fell downwards, followed closely by a thick bolt of lightning.

In the blink of an eye, the trident flew back as thunder slew the demons.

Hundreds of high-level undead knights were wiped out.

Before the Mind Flayer officers could react, the Mind Flayers, with bloodshot eyes, saw the terrifying trident falling from the sky, accompanied by thunder.

Thunderbolt brings down the gods’ wrath, and three halberds slay thousands of demons!
At this moment, God's grace is like the sea and God's power is like a prison.

This is fully demonstrated in Ian.

In the eyes of Layar and the Winged People, Ian is the benevolent, sacred and majestic God of Dawn.

In the eyes of the demons, Ian is the god of thunder with angry hair and murderous intent.

But no matter what they thought, Ian felt relieved.

His purpose was achieved.

The demons were powerful and attacked the Winged Clan. Although the Winged Clan fought desperately, the huge gap in strength and numbers still left them with no hope.

The momentum also collapsed again and again.

On the other hand, the demons' momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

On the battlefield, this is a taboo.

These three spears successfully undermined the morale of the demons and boosted the fighting spirit of the Winged Clan.

This is the most important thing.

It’s worth it for Ian to bring out his most proud work.

A fully enchanted trident.

Actually, it was Lecia who reminded herself of this, and she was lucky today as she caught a thunderstorm.

A trident with piercing, channeling, experience repair, durability, and loyalty enchantments.

On normal days, it is more powerful than a diamond sword, but it is comparable to today's thunderstorm weather.

This lightning-enchanted trident is the best of all gods!
Forget about the demons and the winged tribe, just look at Lacia and the others who spend every day with Ian.

At this moment, his eyes were shining with golden light, and he had a look of shock and admiration.

It can be seen how refreshing this trident is.

"Master Ian... or the God of Thunder?!"

Lecia let out a low cry, and the look she gave Ian became even more indescribable.

At the critical moment of the war, she was still able to think of things that could not be broadcast. It seems that Lacia really has a big heart.

Ian didn't have time to care about what Lessia said. He turned around and whispered:

"action!"

"Yes!"

The next moment, Layal's figure left a shadow and disappeared in an instant.

"Dad! I'm back! I'm back for help!"

In the silent battlefield, Haniya transformed into white lightning, rushed to the Wing Clan leader, and said excitedly:

"Father! I have invited the great Dawn Cult, and the benevolent Pope has personally led the troops to suppress the demons!"

"Our Winged Clan is saved!"

The Winged Tribe leader came back to his senses and looked at Haniya in astonishment.

"Haniya? When did you... forget it!"

The Winged Tribe leader wanted to ask Haniya when she ran out to seek help, but at this critical juncture, he didn't have time to talk about it.

Looking up at Ian with gratitude, the Winged Tribe leader raised his arms and cheered.

"Warriors! His Holiness the Pope has come personally to cheer us on. Seize the opportunity! Charge with me!"

But before he could finish his words, Layal was already standing beside him.

"Don't charge!"

The Winged Tribe leader looked at Layal in astonishment, as he had completely failed to catch the trajectory.

This is a master, stronger than him!

"Father, this is Archbishop Leyal!"

Haniya quickly introduced it, and Leyal nodded and said:

"From now on, the battlefield will be taken over by our Dawn Cult. The elderly, the weak, women, and children must evacuate. Bring your strongest warriors to the Pope. He will teach you what to do."

"But……"

Before the Winged Tribe leader could retort, Haniya pulled his arm and flew into the sky.

"Father! Listen to the Dawn Cult. Only under the protection of the Dawn can we achieve victory!"

Before the Winged Tribe leader could react, he had already been taken by Haniya to the floating island in the sky.

Looking closely, there is a square road here, one end of which connects to the edge of the Eastern Rift Valley.

I just don't know why such a huge floating platform just floated up like that.

Moreover, as the knights continued to throw out some square objects, the floating island continued to expand.

The Winged Tribe leader didn't have time to care about these things at the moment and looked at Ian.

Compared to him, he was not tall, but rather thin. However, at this moment, holding the trident, he looked so sacred and awe-inspiring.

"Father!"

Haniya pushed the Winged Tribe leader, who came to his senses and quickly stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"Greetings to Wu Lier, the current patriarch of the Winged Tribe..."

"Okay, this is an emergency, let's not talk about this."

Ian turned around and pointed at the boxes that had been piled up on the ground at some point.

"On the left is a bow and arrow, on the right is an arrow of very special quality. Let your Wing Clan's most elite warriors come. The Wing Clan should not have forgotten to shoot, right?"

Wu Lie'er was stunned for a moment, then clasped his fists in surprise.

"I dare not forget! Although we cannot make bows and arrows, over the years, all the elite warriors have practiced archery with the only nine bows left in the tribe."

"Every day, I long to get my bow and arrow back and take revenge on the demons!"

Ian nodded.

"Then hurry up, grab your bows and arrows, and fight back! Buy us some time!"

Wu Lier didn't ask how much time they were trying to gain. He just clasped his fists in gratitude and then loudly called out to all the Winged Warriors.

He couldn't wait to open the box, ignoring its strange characteristics, and took out a bow and arrow.

As soon as Uriel got the bow and arrow, he was overjoyed.

"What a good bow! It's more powerful than the fine bows of the dwarves and elves!" But when he picked up the arrow again, Uriel couldn't laugh anymore.

The combined weight of a bow and an arrow is more than 300 kilograms.

The weight is not that big, but to fully draw the bow and attack, you need more than just 300 kilograms of force.

There are more than 4,000 people in the Winged Tribe, and only a little over 1,000 of them are strong and healthy.

In addition to the heavy casualties in the previous battle, there are probably only four or five hundred people available at this time.

Among these four or five hundred people, there are probably no more than two hundred who can fully pull these bows and arrows.

But it is undeniable that as long as this divine bow can be pulled to its full length, the demons below, even the Mind Flayers, will not dare to take it head-on.

There are more than a hundred bows and arrows in total, which is just right. One person can pull the bow and when he gets tired, he can be quickly replaced. This way, continuous fighting can be ensured.

Uriel's combat skills are still very high. After Ian observed the maids who were working on placing blocks in various places above the rift valley.

Uriel had arranged two groups of archers to attack in rotation.

Compared to Ian and the others who had to stand on the floating island, the people of the Winged Tribe could just fly into the sky with their bows and shoot without any risk.

For a moment, arrows rained down. With this powerful bow, several undead warriors were pierced with a single arrow.

Generally speaking, if you want to kill an undead warrior, you must break its soul fire, which is in its head.

Even Layal, who practices shooting in MC every day, cannot guarantee that his arrows will hit the target.

But the Winged Warriors can do it!

Coupled with the power of the bow and arrow, as long as it hits the upper body, the soul fire will be shattered together.

At this time, we have successfully seen the trend of a major counterattack.

However, the demons also reacted, and a large number of them began to surround the mountain platform where the Winged Clan gathered.

There are still many Winged Children who have not learned to fly.

Now, Uriel and his men became anxious, and the arrow attacks became more frequent.

"Markov!"

Ian called out, and in an instant, Markov and the other nine knights spread out across the floating island and took out their longbows.

Uriel noticed that the bows and arrows in their hands shone like Ian's trident, and even the enviable iron armor on their bodies was shining.

Magical equipment...

so much!
The Dawn Cult is so rich!
Although there are fewer people coming, with such strength and equipment... we can win!
Uriel felt relieved and glanced at Ian. He put away the amazing trident and ran around the island, placing some strange red blocks in large quantities.

The red block exuded a dangerous aura, but like the island, it was suspended directly in the air above the demon army.

Then, some iron blocks were neatly arranged...

It's quite a waste.

But at this critical moment, Uriel naturally would not say such a thing.

"Zheng!"

The sound of the strings exploded like thunder.

Markov and others shot arrows.

Unlike the arrows of the Winged Tribe, the arrows of the four knights burst into flames as soon as they were shot out, which was truly magical.

As for the other five, they are even more outrageous.

The arrow was shot out without even a trace, and when it landed among the demons, it became a bottomless pit.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the dissipation of a dark light spot, the demons that came into contact with it instantly turned into ashes.

Outrageous!

The so-called sacred bow of the dwarves is not that powerful, right?

Uriel was greatly shocked, and felt more at ease.

He didn't desire this kind of divine bow, as it was obviously a rare item. He was already very happy to be able to use the bow and arrow to kill demons at will after so many years.

On the battlefield below, Lyall was the only one left.

He was wearing a dazzling iron armor and holding an equally dazzling diamond sword.

He charged into the battle alone and killed everyone.

The Winged People were shocked to find that even the various demon spells had no effect on Layar.

Lyall had given up almost all his defenses.

A diamond sword, wherever it passes, all undead creatures including the powerful mind flayer warriors cannot withstand even a single blow.

"Such a powerful human knight... Could it be those from the human race?"

Uriel couldn't help but murmur an admiration.

Just when he was about to lose control of his excitement, he went down to fight alongside Leal.

Suddenly, a streak of white light hit Layal squarely.

Uriel turned around in surprise and found that it was the knight Markov of the Dawn Cult.

"There is a traitor!"

Uriel was furious. The people of the Winged Tribe hated traitors the most.

Layal, who was fighting alone, was stabbed in the back. Uriel immediately drew his knife and was about to kill him.

"Keep doing your work and leave it alone!"

Ian scolded.

"Your Majesty the Pope..."

Uriel was a little anxious.

"That's a regeneration arrow. It won't hurt you, it only heals injuries."

After hearing Ian's explanation, Uriel and the people of the Winged Tribe were stunned.

Arrow of regeneration?

Are there such outrageous weapons in the world?

But when he looked down, Uriel couldn't help but swear.

Layar, who had some minor wounds on his body just now, was refreshed after being shot by an arrow, and all the minor wounds on his body recovered.

Arrow of regeneration?

wrong!
It's adrenaline!
Uriel felt at ease, as the Dawn Cult had endless tricks up its sleeve.

This bag wins!
The next moment, the excited Uriel turned to look at Markov.

"Knight of the Dawn! Please shoot me!"

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