Chapter 54

Yes, the seven combat magic ships from the Principality of Gels flew very low.

They had heeded the advice of Gongsun Murong and Narasha.

Once covered by this wave, the magic ships lost their power and fell directly to the ground.

All the magicians, grand magicians, and earth magicians were unable to grasp the contact with the magic waves.

This was the most typical effect of a forbidden magic field.

Someone really spent the money to set it up.

Narasha, who was on the ship, frowned: "I can't control the heaven and earth, and there are 310 people lying in ambush. Can't I have a peaceful day, can I?"

Everyone around her was looking at her.

They were thinking, if you can't control the heaven and earth, how do you know there are 310 people lying in ambush?

Only Gongsun Murong was calm. Narasha was not an ordinary child; her talent sometimes even made him envious.

There were countless good things in the ruins, all belonging to her.

She could improve her strength by sleeping.

As long as you didn't think of bullying her while being by her side, you would feel happy.

It was definitely an influence at the soul level. What was perception?

If not for the strength of his own soul, according to the smart butler, he would have become her slave the moment he opened the coffin.

Who could teach her then?

She might become a terrifying existence, losing herself and impulsively interacting with and controlling living beings.

Perhaps this was fate.

I met her, and she met me.

No one's soul was weaker than the other's.

Of course, Gongsun Murong had never considered Narasha as an opponent. He always thought that Narasha was everything to him.

So at this moment... Narasha obediently stood by her Murong brother's side.

Because she sensed that the battle aura and magic waves were restricted, but the inner strength was not forbidden. Ha, Murong brother is invincible.

"Indeed, the more skills you have, the more ways you have to survive. Everyone gather around my Murong brother, disembark, and form an array." Narasha waved the particle gun in her hand and gave orders.

Gongsun Murong, who had always been unwilling to stand in the front, now had to make some changes for the benefit of the group.

When Narasha's words fell, his inner strength manifested.

In the eyes of others, twenty Counts Gongsun suddenly appeared, each figure so elusive.

When everyone saw Count Gongsun in such a state, it was like a shot of adrenaline.

Everyone immediately rushed out of the ship and joined the people from the other six ships.

The first captain was still in shock.

He muttered to himself: "This... is the strength of the owner of the Sunflower Badge? When all the flowers wither, she still blooms."

A nearby earth magician heard his words and sighed, "Perhaps. Under immense pressure, she still faces the sun. As the legend says, not everyone can have the Sunflower Badge. It represents not just an identity, but also strength and will."

Gongsun Murong didn't care about others' evaluations. He waved his sword, forming a large circle with his shadow, surrounding everyone.

Seeing that someone could still exert powerful abilities, all the people from the Principality of Gels were reassured.

Especially the little babies who were to participate in the selection, they had been terrified.

Living as geniuses in the academy, they had never seen such a situation.

Half of the children initially cried loudly, and after being comforted and threatened by adults, they turned to sobbing.

At this moment, they showed smiles again, with tears still on their faces.

Narasha looked very helpless and said resentfully, "If I had to fight with these children, I would cry to death first.

They should be thrown into the desert of Qishui City for half a year, to understand that in the desert, you can't rely on tears.

Would the sand beasts not eat you just because you cry and are young?

Where is the pity in the eyes of those adventurers? Either they trade cautiously, or one side ends up dead in the desert.

What a happy bunch of babies."

"Narasha, my good partner, I want to go to the desert in the future." Lucia was not afraid but very eager.

"Alright, you'll get used to killing a few times. I'll protect you." Narasha was always nice to those she recognized.

Lucia was overjoyed. Indeed, she was a good partner, but she still asked, "What about now?"

"Wait and see. It's definitely not an ambush for us. We've avoided it." Narasha judged.

The actual situation was exactly as she said. If they hadn't changed direction, they would have encountered an attack, and it would have been even more intense.

Who made them send such a powerful escort?

But human plans are not as good as heaven's. Some people just wanted to defy heaven and forced the team to change its route.

Of course, even if they didn't change the route, the ambushers might not have been the victors. War never has absolute winners or losers.

And money, to a certain extent, indeed represented strength.

Twenty combat magic ships from the Principality of Dubois crashed down, and half of them were immediately scrapped, but they didn't explode.

Because this was a forbidden magic and battle aura field, explosions were prohibited.

Numerous warriors rushed out of the damaged ships, and even from the scrapped ships, strong people wielded weapons and ran towards the enemy.

They were met with a rain of arrows.

Clearly, the ambushers were better prepared.

The ships from the Principality of Dubois also had bows and crossbows, but in smaller numbers.

Arrows flew through the sky, and the people from the Principality of Dubois resisted tenaciously.

One by one, they fell, but they still relied on their numbers to counter-charge.

Gongsun Murong's team was three kilometers away, and the children couldn't see it.

But Gongsun Murong deliberately opened a long-range live broadcast device to show the images to the children.

Every roar, every charge, every swing of a weapon, every three-edged arrow piercing the body and sizzling with blood, was clearly shown to the children of the principality.

This was a small-scale, small-range war, but it was still a war.

Charging figures continued to fall, and the archers, even facing flying arrows, still aimed and fired steadily.

Blood stained the ground red.

Some children were scared and cried again, while others opened their mouths but made no sound.

Among all the children under ten years old, only Narasha remained calm.

Her brief career selling water in the desert had taught her a lot. Only by being strong could one have a happy life.

"Why, why?" Lucia, who had experienced the ambush, still couldn't understand.

"The enemy has reinforcements, 400 people, forming an array. Half are in front of the left side of the Principality of Dubois, and half... behind us, prepare for battle."

Narasha's perception had never disappeared. As her words rang out, the combat personnel with shields and crossbows immediately took their positions.

Those with long spears were also aiming.

Those with twenty handguns hid behind the shields. If it came to close combat, they would rush out and inflict significant damage on the enemy.

After all, everyone had no battle aura or magic.

What could be compared was only the physical strength and the quality of armor and weapons.

Clearly, they were very strong, their arms had power, and they had undergone simple test shots.

As long as they performed steadily, they could certainly aim at the enemy's head.

Narasha and Lucia herded the children participating in the selection back into the ship, and the two of them poked their heads out, aiming their particle guns outside.

Only Gongsun Murong stood still with a sword in hand.

He really didn't care about the enemy's close combat and cold weapons.

Just by standing there, everyone was reassured.

Soon, the 200 ambushers from an unknown place behind them appeared.

"Prepare, 1500 meters, aim." Gongsun Murong temporarily commanded, holding a rangefinder.

The guns he provided could actually shoot up to 2000 meters, the effective range.

But he was still worried about the users' arm strength, and attacking from too far would waste bullets.

The guns also had sights. Once a certain distance was reached, as long as the vibration was not too great, they could definitely hit the target.

This was the best time to see how a team performed.

The people sent by the Principality of Gels were definitely elite.

As Gongsun Murong's voice rang out, ten people lying on the ground simultaneously slowed their breathing.

The shield bearers adjusted their positions, the crossbowmen held their crossbows level, and the archers half-drew their bows, ready to aim.

All the magic users found safe places to hide.

Such a team, in any race's war, would be what the enemy did not want to face.

Whether they were strong or not was not the issue; their discipline already showed what kind of opponent they were.

"1200 meters, long spear bearers ready, single-shot, free fire, three, two, one, fire." Gongsun Murong's voice was steady, each word clear.

"Bang, bang, bang" the long spear bearers attacked. The powerful arm strength made the bullets fly out of the gun without any trembling.

Almost ten people on the opposite side fell simultaneously, not in the posture of clutching their chests and falling backward.

But they instantly fell flat during the charge, tumbling forward. This was the real battlefield.

Unlike the old movie clips Gongsun Murong had seen from the smart butler, which were artistic renditions, this was real combat.

Suddenly, ten people falling did not slow the ambushers' speed; instead, it spurred them to run even harder.

The gunfire continued.

The people holding the guns clearly saw the enemy getting closer through the sights, but they remained as steady as mountains, even losing personal emotions.

In their minds, there was only aiming, firing, aiming again, and firing again.

Gongsun Murong smiled. He liked the current team and was grateful to the Grand Duke of Gels.

Even if he had a bit of unwillingness to acknowledge it, he still had to give a cheer.

The Grand Duke of Gels seemed to really value these children. A race that cares for its children is never a weak race.

Understanding how to protect and cherish gives true goals and ideals.

The children hiding in the ship stopped crying. They carefully looked out through the windows, seeing their side, the defense formation of the Principality of Gels.

Seeing the warriors standing still, waiting for orders, they were reassured.

"Grand Duke Grandpa really sent the strongest team." Narasha praised.

"Yes, Grandpa said the hope of the principality is on me and the other babies. The escort is really steady. The enemy has already fallen over sixty people." Lucia followed.

"Sixty-seven, sixty-eight, seventy, closest 860 meters." Narasha said, pressing the trigger of the particle gun.

On the opposite side, a person charging at the front, who could actually use a shield to block bullets, was pierced through the shield and head, falling down.