"Receive God’s judgment, sinner!" the Griffin Knight shouted, raising the warhammer in his hand towards Hammy and the others.
In just a few seconds, the distance between them had closed to about twenty meters, while on the airship, Hammy and his companions were hurriedly loading their ammunition.
Obviously, such a powerful alchemy device was not capable of rapid fire!
He was determined to claim the first victory of the day!
A smug look appeared on the face of the Griffin Knight, but in the next second, he saw Hammy suddenly discard the musket in his hand, pull out a vial containing an odd liquid from his pocket, and smash it directly towards him.
With the speed of their charge, dodging was clearly too late. The griffin beneath the Knight let out a sharp cry, and with a flap of its wings, a gust of wind transformed into a wind blade, slicing the incoming vial of liquid right open.
However, this was exactly what Hammy had intended, as the reagent was the latest creation from the Alchemy Research Institute, a magic potion called Cold Wind Breath!
Of course, Lynn had coined that name to align with the Wizards’ ways of naming. In actuality, it contained liquid nitrogen!
As the container broke, the nearly minus two hundred degrees of extreme cold instantly demonstrated its devastating power. A white vapor rapidly expanded, enveloping the Griffin Knight and almost immediately, a thin layer of white frost appeared on his head, hands, and armor...
The griffin below was no exception. Its powerful life force and magic resistance allowed it to struggle for an extra second before it crashed headfirst into the cockpit’s shield and then turned into an ice sculpture, plummeting from the kilometer-high sky...
The other Griffin Knights, eager to claim the glory for themselves, quickly changed direction upon witnessing their comrade’s fate, rapidly gaining altitude and beginning to attack the prominently visible gasbag above the airship.
The gasbag was made of very tenacious camel beast leather, but under the claws of the griffins, it was no different from a thin sheet of paper and was soon scraped into cracks.
Large amounts of hydrogen gas from within started to pour out...
The reason for using hydrogen, which is more dangerous than helium, is naturally for convenience when it comes to self-destruction!
Hammy and the others’ resistance soon reached its limits.
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This airship wasn’t equipped with anti-air firepower, after all, a cannon is quite difficult to hit an enemy that’s rapidly moving in the sky, and not even as useful as the muskets in their hands.
After experiencing the power of the muskets, the Griffin Knights didn’t even bother to be on the same plane as them, flying higher or lower to launch their attacks.
"Everyone, this is the last moment," Hammy said gravely, looking at the people around him. "They haven’t continued using that powerful Divine Arts to attack, so there’s only one possibility: they want to capture us alive and commandeer this airship! If they succeed, endless torture and humiliation await us..."
In response to him was silence; no one spoke, but their eyes were filled with determination.
Hammy pressed a wooden button, and the bottom of the airship’s cabin opened up, revealing a series of dark, head-sized cluster bombs filled with gunpowder and white phosphorus, possessing incredibly strong ground firepower.
The airship had limited aerial capabilities, but was tremendously powerful against ground targets. If it had been an advanced force of less than a thousand men crossing the border, this single airship could utterly crush them...
But now, it had become a means to an end!
Everyone silently lit their torches, deciding their fates with their own hands.
At that moment, Dewade was sabotaging the airship with several Griffin Knights when a vague premonition of danger, honed through long-term combat on the battlefield, arose in his mind. Dewade trusted his intuition implicitly and immediately commanded the griffin beneath him to leave the area, shouting loudly.
"Spread out... everyone spread out!"
The rest of his comrades faithfully executed his command, but unfortunately, they were a step too late. With five torches thrown down, a violent roar resounded through the sky a kilometer high!
Hundreds of shrapnel bombs exploded at the same time, and the massive airship disintegrated from the inside, eventually causing the hydrogen-filled balloons above to burst. The surging wave of fire instantly swept up a dozen nearby Griffin Knights...
Continuous agonized wails filled the air, as if it was raining fire from the sky. Those Griffin Knights who died instantly in the first wave of explosions were even considered lucky, in contrast to those merely touched by the firestorm, who faced true despair.
Dewade was among them, and with his exceptional sixth sense, he successfully escaped the core area of the explosion, but his body was still ignited by the sweeping flames.
It was an indescribably intense burning sensation. Dewade struggled to pat out the White Phosphorus Fire on his body but to no avail, his hands even started to burn.
The griffin beneath him went crazy, frantically shaking in the air performing all sorts of stunts before it was wholly ignited, turning into a fireball as it plunged towards the ground.
Having decided on a major effort to reclaim the kingdom, the Church naturally didn’t just deploy aerial units; even the most elite Divine Punishment Army was sent.
After Dewade and the griffin beneath him crashed to the ground, the surrounding bishops immediately gathered around, casting the Water Healing Technique, trying to extinguish the flames by manipulating the water molecules in the air. However, the situation did not improve, and Dewade continued to howl in agony as the flames seemed to burrow into his flesh, burning from the inside out.
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Just as the bishops looked startled and at a loss, a voice rang in everyone’s ears.
"Stop! This Hellfire was summoned by a Wizard, and can’t be cleared by ordinary means..."
The speaker was a middle-aged man dressed in a red and gold robe, wearing an iron mask.
"Lord Edwell!" The people present promptly bowed, and then respectfully asked, "Then how should we deal with it?"
Edwell looked directly at Dewade and suddenly said, "Hold your breath!"
Dewade had been tormented by the terrifying White Phosphorus Fire to the brink of losing his sanity, but upon hearing Edwell’s words, he clenched his teeth and held his breath.
"First, strip away the air, for that is the primary condition for combustion..." Edwell raised his hand, and a gentle light enveloped Dewade, immediately suppressing the dreadful White Phosphorus Fire.
"Next, remove the affected flesh to prevent it from drawing sustenance... Lastly, proceed with healing!"
As Edwell spoke, the gentle white light suddenly transformed into a lethal weapon!
A layer of flesh was stripped from all over Dewade’s body, almost leaving his bones faintly visible. His eyes widened, nearly passing out from the pain, but thankfully, the agony only lasted a few seconds. The lost flesh soon regrew under the effect of the Divine Arts...