Chapter 779 It’s Not a Loss if You Die Today

This is an abandoned castle, and its former owner is like the iron gate that is so rusted that it seems like the wood will peel off when touched.

No one still remembers the past scenery here, just like the barren grass in front of the castle, everything is covered and buried by the dust of time.

In just a few years, a glorious family with thousands of years of glory can be buried, but ten or even a hundred knights who have received divine canonization can also be born.

Although the mercenaries come from all over and have different purposes for gathering here, for now, they all gather under the banner of the gods and carry out the oracles of the gods.

Their record of success was remarkable. Not only did they upset the Caucasian White Wolf tribe, but they also managed to escape unscathed. So far, they have not failed once.

Because they have a wise, wise and powerful leader - Jace.

If he has divine help, he can always anticipate the enemy.

He is invincible and can always sweep the battlefield.

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Although the cooperation has not been long, everyone understands that Jace has a bright future. In the future... no, he will soon be rewarded by the gods and become a holy knight.

This is more noble than the knights canonized by the secular kingdom. Wherever he goes, he will receive superhuman courtesy, especially in this situation where the gods are coming and miracles are becoming more and more frequent.

Everyone knows Captain Jace's next plan - he wants to capture a city to serve as the base for his mercenary group.

He will definitely succeed!

Some people in the small and medium-sized mercenary groups began to wonder whether to merge into Jace's mercenary group as a whole.

I would rather be a chicken head than a cow queen. In the past, in this troubled world, strength came first, and face was secondary. Only by embracing the thickest thighs can you become the person who lives the longest.

Although there are many thick thighs in the world, Jace seems to be the only one around him.

But soon, they changed their minds.

Because the barbarians arrived and were overwhelming.

"Reporting to the leader, we are surrounded by Caucasians. All directions and roads are completely blocked. The Caucasians are absolutely out in force."

"Captain, our whereabouts have always been secretive, and there are sentries hundreds of miles away. It is absolutely impossible for the enemy to reach us silently. There must be a traitor among us."

After hearing the report from his subordinates, Jace's three-folded eyelids twitched slightly, his thick Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, and his mouth still felt dry.

He picked up the leather bag on the table impatiently and took two sips of wine. The hot wine rose from his lower abdomen and rushed to his face in an instant, making his eyes suddenly red.

I don't know if it's the alcohol or the blood.

Everyone could feel the panic and fear emanating from Jace. When this aura spread to them, it was immediately amplified tenfold. No matter how brave they were, they couldn't help but fight at this time.

After all, if the White Wolf tribe went out in full force, they could pull up five million young and strong dog cavalry. Adding in the elderly, women, children, and children, the number could reach tens of millions.

As for the mercenary group, dozens of teams put together amounted to less than ten thousand.

What's more, there is a barbarian air force in the sky.

But at this time, the red color on Jace's face was replaced by blue-white light, and Jace's messy hair floated upward and swayed without any wind.

The blue-white light emerges from the soles of the feet like mercury, flowing in all directions, following invisible tracks to outline strange patterns.

Magic circle!

But Jace's close associates knew that this was no ordinary magic array. The magicians in the mercenary group copied the array diagram, but they couldn't understand a single symbol.

No, there is no symbol on the magic array at all. The entire array seems to be drawn in one stroke without any pauses or interruptions.

However, the complicated lines and fine threads make people have headaches and eyesight.

Buzz!

The light of the magic circle rose upwards, like a pillar of light, enveloping Jace. The layers of light were like substance, coating Jace's body with layers of blue-white thunder and lightning power.

Each layer has lines that are ten times more complicated than the magic array, but the thickness of each layer is not even one-tenth of the cicada wings.

In just a few breaths, Jace's body was coated with thousands of layers of electric light.

Just like body painting, special patterns are drawn on Jace's body, and then layer by layer, quantity changes lead to qualitative changes.

When the light dimmed, a strange and strangely shaped armor appeared on Jace.

It's like the full-body armor worn by knights, but it's different. As for the difference, I can't tell.

But when they saw the armor on the leader's body and the sledgehammer in his hand, everyone forgot their fear and anxiety, and in an instant they became high-spirited, even fanatical.

It seems that there is nothing in the world worth fearing.

They believe that even if there are tens of thousands of enemies, the leader can still lead them to fight a bloody path.

Jace lightly buttoned his helmet, and a blue light flashed out, forming a visor, protecting the last exposed skin on his body.

However, Jace's voice came out clearly.

"Gather the troops and prepare to fight!"

"Tell those mercenary groups not to take chances. Today, the only option is to fight to the death!"

After saying this, Jace put the sledgehammer on the ground, knelt down on one knee and began to pray.

This was a habit he had developed for decades, but it was only last month that it changed.

The posture is still the same as before, but the object of prayer has changed from the God of Light to the God of Thunder.

He would never forget that day when a bolt of thunder crashed from the sky, hitting dozens of meters in front of him and creating a huge crater in the ground.

The blue-white electric light is like a spider web, covering every corner of the pit. Countless small and large electric lights are like flowing water, swirling and flowing turbulently.

Jace was just curious and took a few steps forward. As a result, a ray of light snaked around him like a python, and then nothing happened.

When he woke up, it was already several days later.

He didn't know what happened in the past few days. He only knew that when he woke up, he held a delicate hammer in his hand.

With this little hammer, he broke through the limits and created miracles time and time again. From an unknown little mercenary, he became the leader of a mercenary group with hundreds of elite soldiers and generals.

However, it was precisely because of this small hammer that he fell into today's desperate situation.

Jace is not an idiot.

When he led the mercenary group to snipe the White Wolf tribe, all he killed were insignificant servants.

These people are simply cannon fodder. No matter how many times they die, they will not be injured, let alone the bloody revenge of the Caucasians.

However, the Caucasians came in full force and brought barbarians with them.

Jace didn't think he had the cards to enjoy such royal treatment.

Therefore, it can only be the god behind him.

But Jace has no regrets.

He knew what it cost to be the bearer of God's will.

Even if he could risk his life for a gold coin, he didn't feel that his life was very precious. A hundred lives would be enough for all the enjoyment he had enjoyed before.

Today, it’s just a fight to the death.

Not a loss!

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