"Commander!"
Erin's lant was the last mory of Savis's life.
Although honored as the commander, he was only strong in organizational ability, adept at balancing various forces, but individual combat capability was not his forte.
After the battle began, command authority was not even with him, but it belonged to the three generals like Vios.
These three generals were all excellently trained commanders, who, despite being ambushed, were not flustered in the slightest, skipping the process of exchanging opinions and each leading their respective battalions to resist.
Apart from the three battalions, there were also the combat priest team and the ascetic team.
After Erin displayed the power of the Goddess, these two teams gathered around her without hesitation and set up a defensive line.
The three battalions were on the offensive, while the combat priests and ascetics were responsible for defense, support, and assistance.
The brief advantage brought by the sneak attack caused only minor casualties and did not cause the Divine Punishnt Legion to collapse directly.
After a brief chaos, the Divine Punishnt Legion quickly organized an effective resistance.
As their formation stabilized, the casualties on the attacking side kept increasing.
Since the landing forces were already entrenched with the defenders, ship artillery could easily cause friendly fire, so it was temporarily halted.
In terms of individual combat power, the elental people of the Divine Punishnt Legion could fight one against three or even five, quickly gaining the upper hand.
Catherine, who was commanding the navy, felt a bit uneasy and sharply looked up at Roland.
Is the combat power really enough? Was there a misjudgnt?
She felt a bit of trepidation.
Offense is inherently more difficult than defense, and the Divine Punishnt Island, which has been fortified by the Divine Punishnt Legion for nearly two thousand years, is a bastion they know intimately, where night only causes difficulty for the attackers.
Seeing Catherine's panic from the corner of his eye, Roland's lips slightly curved upwards.
If he couldn't foresee even this bit of difficulty, he should hang himself on the gallows as a commander.
He forcefully slamd down the Holy Light Shield, using the recoil to soar into the sky; Lisa's cast of the Floating Skill took effect naturally, drastically slowing his descent, like a feather gently falling.
Roland did not miss this perfect timing and released the [Strong Holy Light Skill].
This skill is not offensive; its primary uses are illumination and comfort.
The present Divine Punishnt Legion soldiers were devout Light Believers; even the highest-damage Holy Light Elent skill could hardly harm them.
Roland used the Strong Holy Light Skill not with the intent to kill enemies; he rely aid to guide the bombardnt direction.
Catherine swiftly put on sunglasses, observed the enemy positions, and her brain worked rapidly calculating the artillery setup.
This was a piece of cake for her.
In less than three seconds, she marked the densest locations of the combat priests and ascetics.
She quickly issued orders to adjust the artillery's positions.
The frontline combat zone cannot be bombarded, or the frontline's morale would collapse.
But the enemies behind the line are all targets to harvest.
The artillery released a piercing whistle, with orange-red flas erupting from the cannon mouths, sending nurous projectiles screaming skyward and slamming down hard.
This salvo wasn't loaded with explosive shells but with specially crafted heavy projectiles.
With speed constant, the greater the mass, the greater the kinetic energy.
The physical constitution of combat priests and ascetics is indeed much stronger than ordinary humans; they are not even carbon-based lifeforms, yet ultimately composed of fundantal elents of the universe, far from being unshakable.
Though these shells rely entirely on faith for accuracy, their power is formidable, inflicting death or injury upon impact.
Screams and wails sounded one after another.
Seeing the effectiveness of the bombardnt, Catherine did not hesitate to give the rapid-fire order.
"Do not spare the life of the gun barrels! Pound them hard, this is the decisive battle!"
Even if all the fleet's cannons are worn out, and the ship gunners suffer heavy losses, so what? This is a life-or-death battle, allowing no hint of rcy.
As long as we win, all losses can be replenished.
If lost, everyone involved in the raid will die, none will survive.
The Divine Punishnt Island is seven thousand miles from the nearest land, with no retreat if defeated.
Catherine stood on the bridge, calmly issuing one order after another.
The fleet's artillery was fierce, but the shore batteries also recovered and began a vicious counterattack.
Catherine remained expressionless, ordering damaged warships to imdiately beach themselves and continue firing madly as beachhead batteries.
Even when the beached warships beca sitting ducks under artillery fire, she was unfazed.
"Those who fight to the end will have their families receive double the compensation; those who desert will have their families punished as well!"
At this point, she directly resorted to the most brutal yet effective oversight system, demanding each soldier fight to the death.
Roland, lighting up the sky as he descended, noticed the highest artillery platform on Divine Punishnt Island.
This platform was composed of more than thirty elental people and several thousand slaves.
This is a perfect opportunity!
He blew a whistle and turned his gaze toward Sif.
Sif and his tacit understanding transcended language, a glance was enough to convey intentions.
Assault the highest artillery platform, turn the cannons to bombard below.
Having the enemy's artillery bombard their own Holy Hall, now that is the most devastating blow.
Sif unhesitatingly grabbed Munina, who was still imrsed in the singing performance, and leaped towards the highest platform like a rocket.
Each of her steps could leap tens or even dozens of ters.
Before the enemy could react, she had already reached the summit.
Erin noticed the highest artillery platform under attack and imdiately redirected the nearest first battalion for support; the attackers, too, charged madly toward the highest platform.
The warriors participating in the battle were mostly Transcendents or elental people with comparable combat strength, their mobility far surpassing ordinary soldiers.
Within just a few dozen seconds, both sides completed their deploynt, fighting fiercely from the mountain foot to the peak.
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