Chapter 470
The corpse sea outside the college wall was turned into flesh mud under the magic bombing, and the whole height was sharply reduced in an instant!
The exterminators in the war were shocked. Before they could get back to their senses, a silver light came down from the sky and fell on them. A warm power swept away their fatigue in a flash. Their strength, speed and perception doubled in an instant!
Everyone looked up in surprise and saw
On the high wall of Imperial College, there are a lot of green back figures. All the students who escape from it unconsciously return to the high wall!
The students of the magician's branch held up their magic wands and sang complicated magic in their mouths, leading the thunder to come down and sweep the endless corpse sea.
The young people in the vicar's branch chanted the blessing technique continuously, and they held the holy light on every one of the exterminators. Almost every one of the exterminators was blessed with at least eight kinds of blessing techniques!
The archers pulled open the long-standing bowstring, and each of them had a faint halo in their eyes. They concentrated their mental power in their eyes, and put the arrows on the strings. When their fingers were released, the flying arrows shot at the raging demon army like rain.
Swordsmen and knights, armed with weapons, stood firmly on the high wall and kept the edge of the wall. Their weapons were aimed at every demon family who wanted to cross the wall and enter the college.
In a flash, the red blood was boiling in the young body.
They may not be strong enough, they may be too green, but this time, they forget fear, forget fear, overcome their cowardice and timidity, return to the front line of the battle, and guard the college that taught them all with their best ability.
The students of pharmacists' branch didn't walk on the high wall. They went back to the branch at the first time and resisted all the drugs that had been refined before.
A batch of magic potions and battle potions were sent to the battlefield, constantly replenishing each student's rapidly expended magic and physical strength.
Some of the students rushed between the branch and the gate, carrying a continuous stream of potions. Most of the students stayed in the medicine room. Like the devil, they grasped every minute and second to refine more potions.
They don't have any combat power. The only thing they can do is to support their comrades as much as they can.
The number of students in the alchemist branch is the least, and in the previous event of Meihu, eight students were lost, making the rare number even less.
However
In the real battlefield, the alchemists' combat effectiveness has been given full play to.
"Junze, take these things to the gate, please!" Sisnon, with a pale face, trembled in the roar of the beast, but his hands turned an alchemy bomb into Junze's hands.