great-warnovel Chapter 391: The War Begins!
Chapter 391: The War Begins!
Chapter 391: The War Begins!
A biting wind howled high above, striking the black ship's magical barrier with a sharp, knife-like sound.
The clouds were heavy, with an eerie dark green hue, and everything around seemed to be plunged into a deep, dark hell.
Hermione stood on the ship carrying Regulus and his squad, her form obliterated.
Looking around, there were more than a dozen black longships of the same design. None of them were as big as the one that had helped Hogwarts, but they were numerous and easier and cheaper to build.
Having broken through the obstruction of the clouds, more than a dozen black ships have arrived over Volgograd.
To protect the last remaining bloodline of the Black family, Hermione also secretly boarded the black ship. They would board the ship after the ground forces began their battle.
Protected by the invisibility barrier, the fleet in the sky was not detected by the Muggle garrison. Even with goblin technology, it was impossible to send out an alarm from such a distance.
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"
Far away on the other side, from a massive black flagship, came a sharp cry.
Hermione saw a strong, shirtless wizard blowing a horn inscribed with runes.
A deep hum descended from the sky, like the sound of the Last Judgment.
The black shaman from Africa howled and beat a war drum made of human skin; the heart-stirring rhythm made everyone's blood boil.
There is no need for such incitement. Every member of the UMNO party and every soldier of the Fiery Army is already caught up in the fanaticism of revenge.
"The war has begun." The witch stood like an invisible figure among the fanatical black wizards, gazing into the distance from the deck.
As the deep bugle call echoed across the plains from the sky, the soldiers in the Volgograd battle fortress looked up and saw a dozen or so black longships emerging from the shadows.
Apart from Regulus and Sven's two ships, the other ships also became targets for enemy fire.
"Enemy attack!"
The alarm was sounded immediately, its piercing siren echoing through the city.
The earth shook violently, and the small hills that had been used for hiding were suddenly blown apart, with dark mist overflowing from the cracks in the earth.
Like a rift in hell, heavy, dragging footsteps echoed through the spreading black mist.
Groups of vulvas emerged from the black mist, crawling coarsely out of their burrows with empty eyes, some even dressed in Soviet soldiers' uniforms.
They made their own clear mark and marched slowly but steadily toward the fortress.
"Fire!" Without another word, the soldiers stationed here had long anticipated the coming war.
The heavy machine guns spat fire fiercely, and the mortars in the fortifications hurled grenades into the air.
But the next moment, an invisible barrier appeared above the heads of the yin beings, except for a few fairies with silver bullets.
Most of them were intercepted, while the powerful shells were detonated in mid-air.
Old Nagil, leaning on his cane, emerged from the black mist with the Fiery Legion behind him.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he stood at the very front of everyone with a thin but straight back.
"My compatriots! The time for revenge has come!"
"For the glory of wizards! For my compatriots who died in the nuclear bomb! And for my son!"
The old man's hoarse roar ignited even greater fury among the Lihuo Army, and the pitch-black, curse-filled mist surged towards the fortress ahead like a tidal wave.
"Tank units! Heavy Titan combined arms brigade! Push forward! We can't let them force us under the fortress!"
The war machine sprang into action, and amidst the piercing sirens, civilians took refuge underground, while troops poured out like ants from every hole.
In the sky, from the black ships, thick wooden stakes engraved with runes were thrown down one by one, their sharpened ends like nails, piercing the thick bunkers of the three fortresses.
This is one of the weapons of war developed by the Malays. After taking root, the cursed pillar full of black magic will randomly release various vicious curses on the surrounding area, such as house decay, mental confusion, fear shock, and sores all over the body.
They absorb the negative emotions around them to generate more curses that radiate outwards.
In past wars, if a dark wizard were to sneak into a Muggle settlement with this thing, he could easily destroy a large resistance force. Without the help of goblins, ordinary people would be almost unable to deal with this thing.
However, creating such a cursed pillar is quite difficult. It requires a highly skilled dark wizard to devote himself entirely to carving runes onto suitable wood, and to have a profound understanding of runes, curses, and magical materials.
Even with our best efforts, it would take half a month to produce just one.
To prepare for this war, the UMNO went all out, even using up its reserves, just enough to cover the costs of such a major battle.
But this time, the cursed pillar, on which so much hope was placed, failed to achieve its full effect.
The Muggle fortress seemed to be protected by a barrier. As these dangerous black magic stakes passed through the invisible barrier, some dark red power appeared out of thin air, scraping off a layer of runes from the stakes like squeezing a sponge.
When the cursed pillar actually struck the fortress and the ground, the runes on it were already rusted and only had a dim glow left. Before it could truly expand its influence, it was destroyed by Soviet soldiers who arrived with rockets.
"Damn phenomenon stabilizer!"
Under pressure from the frequent infiltration and disruption by wizards, the latest technology developed by the fairies has almost irrationally suppressed the effects of magic.
Rumbling tanks and troop carriers rolled out of the war fortress, followed closely by towering steel Titan mechs with heavy strides.
Amidst the deafening roar of engines, fighter jets took off urgently, their self-identification being the black ships slowly flying in the sky.
"Release the herd!" Old Najjar commanded calmly.
The Fiends, wearing towering wizard hats, silently carried out their orders, with huge chests floating around them, containing all sorts of terrifying weapons.
pat, pat.
The lock was opened, and a series of horned beasts, poisonous horned beasts, and various other strange and large mutant beasts with bluish-black bodies rushed out of the box.
They were all dead, but the shamans used black magic to bring them back to life.
There are too few wizards. Every person who can use magic is a precious asset and cannot be easily lost in such a war.
Death is the best companion of black magic. Every battle and every death brings the shamans an inexhaustible supply of soldiers.
Their boxes contained countless bodies dug out of the nuclear rubble, as well as the remains of countless animals from the destroyed forests.
After being transformed by dark magic, they became fearless and valiant soldiers and chariots, unafraid of death.
With their withered yet resilient bodies, they charged forward against the guns and tanks.
"Air column take off! Protect the fleet!" Krum's voice rang out from another ship.
Such a great battle was also the best way for him to gain merit. Even though he had not yet graduated, he still led a group of air cavalry to participate.
Their primary mission was to protect the slow-moving Black Ship and engage the fighter jets.
Although slightly slower, it excels in agility and the diversity of spells, making it a formidable force in coordinated operations.