The flickering flames on the screen illuminated the face of the youngest Legion Commander of the Federation. Silfa pursed his lips and looked at the outer battleships that had already been sent into the sky. He couldn't help but clench his fists and say in a slightly hoarse voice, "Inform the ships to prepare for the attack."
As soon as the notice was sent out, the black-winged battleship he was on began to shake violently. A flying beast the size of half a battleship landed on the deck of the battleship. The flying beast waved its claws, tearing apart the turrets on the battleship. Then, the Burning Legion's combat units continuously jumped off its body. They rode on the flying beast and rushed onto the battleship, and there were many flying beasts like this. These fellows acted as air transports to transport ground troops to the high-altitude battlefield. In an instant, the Alliance's fleet staged an air offensive and defensive battle.
Red warning lights flashed in the black-winged battleship, and the soldiers on the battleship quickly headed to the deck of the ship to confront the enemy who had boarded the ship. Silfa also arrived at the armored platform of the battleship. This place had already become a battlefield, and flames were flying everywhere. The Federation soldiers relied on the turrets and other things on the platform to fight the enemy soldiers who boarded the ship to the death. A school officer became the backbone of the battlefield. They were the nodes that supported the battle line. Almost all of these school officers released their ancestral projections, either to attack or to cover their own soldiers.
"God said, let there be light." Silfer chanted softly. Immediately, with him as the center, a pale golden radiance spread out like flowing water. Anyone who was touched by this layer of radiance would be instantly killed. Whether it was the soldiers or the officers, they were all refreshed, and some of the minor wounds even healed in the blink of an eye.
This was Silfa's ability. His domain could be used both for defense and to enhance the combat strength of his soldiers. Therefore, Silfa had another name on the battlefield.
Saint!
"God said that if you praise his name, you will not be wounded by swords or water or invaded by fire or water."
Another ray of light shone on the platform of the warship, and a faint golden light appeared on the bodies of the Federation soldiers and officers. The light faintly formed the shape of armor and then disappeared into their bodies. Silfa increased their physical defense and resistance to Origin Energy impacts. Then, he stretched out his hand and countless golden particles of light gathered in his hand, forming a gorgeous sword surrounded by white flames.
The young Legion Commander let out a long roar and dragged his giant sword like an angel that had descended to the mortal world, crashing into the Burning Legion. His radiance was as dazzling as the sun, and the soldiers and officers of the Federation all felt refreshed. They followed Silva's footsteps and launched a counterattack.
Silfa cut off the flying beast's head and split its body open. The white flame on the sword spewed out, burning the flying beast's body into countless fluorescent lights. The Legion Commander glanced at the battlefield. Basically, the battle on the battleship was almost over. But at this time, behind Silfa, a dark gray band of light split open in the space, and a long spear fiercely stabbed out, aiming straight for Silfa's back.
The Legion Commander suddenly felt that something was amiss. He turned around like a whirlwind, but the tip of the spear was already very close.
But at this moment, a fist inserted itself between the two and smashed into the side of the spear. The spear swung to the side and almost brushed past Silfa's body. Then, the gray belt of light expanded, and a king strode out from within, sweeping his spear across. Silfa raised his sword and blocked it. Then, someone flashed to the side of the king and punched out like thunder. The man's two fists were filled with purple lightning flames, and when they smashed into the king, they would split into lightning beads.
To Silfa's surprise, this person's uniform was clearly that of a private in the Federation, the lowest soldier, not even a non-commissioned officer. However, the aura he emitted at this moment was no weaker than that of the Legion Commander, Silfa, and was even much higher. Silfa had no time to pay attention to him. He raised his sword and rushed forward to join forces with this person.
A moment later, the monarch's chest was punched through by the man and his head was chopped off by Silfa. Then, the two of them kicked him off the battleship at the same time.
At this point, the battle on the battleship was truly over.
The lightning on the man's fist disappeared and he turned around. When he saw his appearance clearly, Silfa's entire body trembled.
The battleship was still advancing, and the Burning Legion's boarding strategy was ultimately defeated by the Alliance. However, the Alliance fleet had also lost a few battleships, and the fleet was still advancing. On the Blackwing Battleship, technical engineers were repairing the damaged cannons. The battleship platform was bustling with people coming and going. At the end of the battleship, it was very quiet. Silfa stood next to one of the cannons and looked at the man who had his hands on the railing at the edge of the platform.
He took off his combat helmet, revealing a head of short hair that was less than an inch long. He grinned and said, "Don't be so careless next time, General Silfa."
Silfa shook his head. "You shouldn't be here."
"Then where should I be?" The man laughed. "In the office in the White House? Do you want me to wait for your news across the starry road? No, I can't do that. "
"But this isn't a place where a president should be, sir!"
This man was Mobius, the president of the Federation, but today, he was wearing a private's uniform. If he hadn't been recognized in the battle just now, no one would have known that the president of the Federation had personally come to the battlefield and pretended to be a soldier even after the battle ended.
Mobius spread his hands and said, "There's no such thing as shouldn't be here, Silfa. I've already arranged everything that needs to be arranged, and I've even decided on the candidate for the next president. If we still have a tomorrow, the Federation will continue to exist, so there's no need to worry about that. So, I can't do anything on Earth anymore, so I might as well come here and contribute some of my strength. "
"Don't forget, before I became a president, I was a soldier!"
Silfa still shook his head.
"Alright, you can't chase me back this time even if you want to. You might as well chat with me."
Mobius looked at the fleet behind him. The Burning Legion's aerial troops had launched another attack, but they were stopped by the warships outside. Looking at the intense battle in the air, Mobius said, "I've already been the president of the Federation for almost twenty years. These twenty years, I've actually not had a good time. Before I became the president, I had an ambition. I always wanted to use the sharpness of a soldier to sweep away the luxury of the nobles and tear down those vampires lying on the fat of the Federation. "
"But when I really reached that position, I realized how difficult it was. There are many things that affect the whole situation. On the battlefield, even if I'm a commander, I have to consider how this war is fought. All I have to think about is how to fight this war. But as the President, what I want to see is not only the war in front of me, but also the big and small battles in the future, countless battlefields. "
"Do you feel tired?" Silfa asked.
"Tired, of course I'm tired." Mobius nodded with his back facing him. "There were many times when I wanted to resign, but for the future of the Federation, I had to sit in this position no matter how hot it was."
"I've always believed that the nobles should disappear. If these people always had privileges, there would be no true equality and fairness on Earth. So, from the moment I sat in that position, I placed chess pieces one by one, and in the end, the nobles were torn apart. Unfortunately, I still miscalculated some things, and even had a substitute replace me. But even if I had to start over, I wouldn't regret everything I've done. "
Mobius suddenly sighed heavily. The figure that had always stood tall in front of people seemed to be a little weak now.
"I've been in power for twenty years, and I've had both merits and demerits. In the end, I can't tell whether the merits are greater or the mistakes are greater. I've even always asked myself if I still want to sit in this position. Should I step down and let someone else be the president? Will the Federation become better? "
Silfa said softly, "You've done very well."
Mobius laughed dryly, raised his hand, shook it, and then put it down again. "I can only say that I've tried my best. As for whether it's good or not, I'll leave it to future generations to judge. As for now, to be honest, I'm a little grateful for this cosmic dusk. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't be able to put down the burden of being the president and be a small soldier. "
"That's right. Actually, in my heart, I still prefer to be a soldier."
Mobius turned around. "So today, there's no president of the Federation here, only a private. Do you understand, General Silfa? "
Silfa knew that it was useless to persuade him, so he could only nod.
Mobius put on his helmet again and walked to the front of the ship. "Then let's go and blow up those guys' balls together."
Then he added, "If they have this thing too."
Silfa smiled bitterly and watched the figure leave.
Then, the birthplace was in sight, and the alliance fleet attacked. Including the black-winged warship, all the soldiers on board charged, using their blood and lives to put an end to their military lives.
Less than three out of ten soldiers charged into the formation.
Eboynes, the flames of war were everywhere.
Probably after the Creator created this space, Eboynes hadn't been like today, with battles happening everywhere. The Burning Legion was still attacking the portals guarded by the two empires of Agares. At the same time, the five birthplaces became battlefields one after another. Because it was impossible to know in advance which birthplaces the alliance army would attack, the Burning Legion's forces were extremely scattered.
This made it so that even if they knew that a fleet was heading straight for the Withered Hall, the air units that could intercept it were very limited. Coupled with the fact that there were three Supremes on that fleet, as well as experts like Twilight, who were comparable to the three giants, the interception power was completely insufficient.
They easily broke through the interception and then suffered a few more waves of attacks, but it didn't take long for the Hill of Dusk to finally appear in front of the fleet. At this moment, a fierce aura rushed up from the Hill of Dusk, and the main force led by Gurelio had already set up an army at the foot of the Hill of Dusk and in the sky. Allen looked at the screen in the command hall. The land on the screen was occupied by the army, and even with the size of the screen, it couldn't completely accommodate this army.
In the Withered Hall, sitting on the throne, the Son of Dusk stretched out his fingers and lightly clasped the armrest, saying indifferently, "Are they finally here?"
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