The war continued until nightfall before it finally came to an end.
Unsurprisingly, Dragon City Guards won a complete victory. Since Faceless One was beheaded by Aya, the war actually turned into a one-sided massacre. The Holy Light Believers were completely routed, scattering from the center of the military camp area. Dragon City Guards, under the guidance of the Caliburn, pursued them all the way. Wrapped in the previous resentment in their heart, they didn't let anyone escape. Finally, they chased them for hundreds of miles outside the city before they gradually stopped.
At this point, most of the Holy Light Believers who participated in the war were dead. The elites that Holy Light Religion accumulated in Brettonia for hundreds of years were gone. The city was covered with rivers of blood. The originally neat and tidy streets were now covered with blood, and everywhere were the bodies of priests in holy robes. At the same time, the fierce fighting would inevitably hurt some innocent people — not all the civilians were evacuated from the city. There were always some who suffered undeserved disasters. For a time, the smell of blood assailed the nostrils in Dragon City, and the sound of crying shook the sky.
The nature of war was cruel. No one was surprised by this scene, because if the winner of this war was Holy Light Religion, they would not be lenient to Dragon City Guards, and would certainly set off a great purge. Therefore, even though many people could not bear to see this massacre, they were inconvenient to say anything.
For example, the former Archbishop Rowan, who was in a very awkward situation, fell into a deep contradiction.
As a former Archbishop, he belonged to the church camp, but later on, his identity as a member of the Priory of Zion was revealed, and thus became the sworn enemy of Holy Light Religion. In line with the principle that the enemy of the enemy is a friend, in the final stage of the massacre, Dragon City Guards never aimed at Rowan. Of course, this was also related to Luo Wan's good karma with the Dragon City Guards for decades. In the entire city, Luo Wan's reputation was very good, even the Dragon City Guards were not willing to lay their hands on such an old man.
However, for Rowan himself, it was difficult to accept this leniency, because too many people died. As the regional Archbishop, Rowan has always regarded the believers of Dragon City as his own children. But now, these children have all become corpses.
Did they do something wrong? No, because they never had a choice. When Faceless One's tyrannical power was monstrous, they could not be expected to resist directly. And when the war began, everyone was helpless.
They did nothing wrong, yet they died a violent death. And could this be said to be the fault of the Dragon City Guards? Obviously not. Compared to the Holy Light believers, they were actually more innocent. The holy sword of judgment fell from the sky, and then the Holy Light Religion army surrounded the General Barracks. From the beginning to the end, did the Dragon City Guards have a choice?
Faceless One was naturally the main culprit, and he, as the Archbishop, failed to protect everyone, which was also a great dereliction of duty.
What right did he have to continue living after such a dereliction of duty?
In fact, Archbishop Rowan once thought of suicide. Although the doctrine of Holy Light Religion strictly forbade this kind of behavior, in desperation, he had no choice.
However, a certain young man who claimed to be the spokesperson of the Saintess found him and made him give up on the idea with just one sentence.
"Your life is no longer your own. If you feel guilty, then use your dying years to atone for your sins with practical actions."
Death is just an escape. Only by living on bravely can one better face the dead. Luo Wan sighed and finally had nothing to say.
In addition to Rowan, everyone needed to face the rest of their lives bravely. After a fierce battle, both sides could be said to be mutually wounded. Although Dragon City Guards won, their loss was not much better than that of Holy Light Religion. Only half of the people survived, and many of them had lost their fighting ability forever.
However, the entire Dragon City also suffered a huge loss. In the final stage of the war, countless buildings were destroyed — many Holy Light believers took advantage of the danger to defend themselves, and the response of Dragon City Guards was to directly demolish the buildings along with the people. In the process, it was inevitable that civilians were injured.
That night, Bedivere floated in the air, silently overlooking his city. Although today's Dragon City had not yet fallen into ruins, but … the work of the last few decades seemed to have been done in vain.
"But, in the end, we won." Bedivere closed his eyes. "This is a dream-like victory. I never even thought about what to do next after this victory."
"Hahaha." A hearty laughter sounded beside Bedivere. "The next step is, of course, to continue to win until Brettonia is reunified and Holy Light Religion is completely expelled!"
After half a day of calming himself down, Bedivere has developed a high immunity to such bold words. Not to mention that the person who spoke was not the monarch that he was determined to serve, but a mysterious Nine Regions cultivator.
Therefore, Bedivere didn't show too much respect. "It's easy to say, but Holy Light Religion will not easily give up. The next battle may break out at any time, and we only have a weary army. Looking around, we don't even have a single ally."
This battle was indeed a miraculous victory, but the next situation was even more dangerous. The church has suffered a heavy loss that has never been seen in thousands of years, so how could they be willing to give up? Even if at this time they were in dire straits with the eastern city-states, they would certainly allocate their energy to deal with the rebellion in Dragon City.
Compared to the ruins of Dragon City, which had almost no fighting power, Holy Light Religion had much more abundant resources. After a hundred years of operation, most of the forces in Brettonia have a connection with Holy Light Religion. As long as they promised enough benefits, with the prestige and credibility of the number one church in the continent, naturally, there would be people willing to be their pawn.
Merely these jackals and wolves that might become the church's lackeys made Bedivere not dare to take them lightly. Moreover, Dragon City was too rich. Whether it was the equipment and ancient books for professions, or the gold and silver for ordinary people, Dragon City's accumulation was far beyond the reach of other cities. Now that both sides had suffered in the war, it was simply a naked temptation.
"Right now, if we are even a little bit careless, we will be attacked by a group, and we haven't even dealt with our own affairs."
After a fierce battle, in addition to silently licking their wounds, Dragon City also had to face a critical problem — morale.
In the previous day's fierce battle, Dragon City Guards were basically united. Except for a few people who were coerced by Holy Light Religion into defecting, most of them burst out with amazing cohesion. However, that was an instinctive response to seek self-preservation in a disaster. When the war was over and the crisis was lifted, the contradiction would inevitably be exposed.
People could see the dangerous situation that Dragon City was facing. Right now, Dragon City Guards could be said to have escaped from the jaws of death, but no one wanted to die again.
"Today's battle has repaid the favor of Dragon City for nurturing us. Next, do we need to continue to tie ourselves to Dragon City and wait for death? "
"Yes, I just went out of the city to investigate, and there are already troops from other cities slowly gathering. Seriously, I don't think we can fight anymore. "
Such a voice quickly spread inside Dragon City, shaking the morale of the army. At the same time, for the ordinary people of Dragon City, this was also a restless night.
Inside the city, the bloodstains had yet to disappear, and the murderous aura of Dragon City Guards was still there. In the Cathedral of Holy Light Religion, the light was dim. Outside the city, no one knew how many forces were eyeing them. Although the war was over, it could break out again at any time. The air inside the city was filled with a palpitating smell.
And at this time, someone needed to come forward to stabilize the people's heart and suppress the situation.
Aya stood on the square in the center of Dragon City. Under her feet, there was a tower that was pulled out of thin air by a spell, which allowed her to look down and have a panoramic view of the whole city.
The bleak atmosphere inside Dragon City was also clear at a glance. In this regard, Aya just faintly opened her mouth, but her voice resounded inside and outside Dragon City.
"One hundred and fifty years ago, it was also here that I once … my father once led his own army to prepare for the final battle that was about to come. His opponent is the largest and last great lord of Brettonia. The savage lord has done many evil deeds, and the people are boiling with resentment. However, he colluded with foreign races, his power is monstrous, and his army is at its peak. But my father's army has just experienced three fierce battles, suffered heavy losses, and has become a weary army. "
The clear and piercingly cold voice was like the cold wind at night, which made people forget their troubles and focus their attention on the voice on the high platform, listening to the young girl's speech. At this time, people already knew the identity of the blonde girl, the daughter of the legendary Knight King who died more than one hundred years ago.
Holding the Stone Sword, inheriting the will of the late king, the successor of Brettonia's royal power. These dazzling titles could not really appease people's hearts. In the face of an imminent crisis, the gradually forgotten King seemed pale and powerless. After all, she was just a seemingly fragile little girl. Moreover, shortly after killing Faceless One, she fell into a deep sleep.
Then, the little girl finally woke up. Was she going to speak in front of everyone?
Although this was not a good time to listen to the story, when Aya opened her mouth, the Dragon City Guards could not help but be interested. For most of them, the Knight King's twelve battles to unify Brettonia was just a sentence in the story, and the specific content was not clear to them. And in people's cognition, the invincible Knight King naturally advanced triumphantly all the way, with no enemy under his command. However, at this time, before the last battle, the Knight King seemed to be in a desperate situation?
In fact, the situation one hundred and fifty years ago was indeed desperate. At that time, the Knight King won three consecutive fierce battles to subdue Dragon City and led the army to rest in the city. At this time, the Savage Lord, who had always been entrenched in a corner of Brettonia, took advantage of the situation and proposed the condition of dividing the world equally. If the Knight King did not agree, the Savage Lord's army would submerge Dragon City and eliminate the Knight King. At that time, the number of available soldiers of the Knight King was nearly ten times that of the opponent.
On the high platform, Aya was neither happy nor sad, narrating her own story from another perspective.
"That night, his camp was also filled with all kinds of voices. The spies of the Desolate Overlord who had infiltrated the camp were spreading fear. The soldiers who had followed blindly were panicking and at a loss. The hearts of the veterans who had been through many battles were shaken. Dragon City, which had just surrendered, was watching coldly from the sidelines. Even the Knights of the Round Table began to argue endlessly. Illicit relations, retreat, temporarily avoid the sharp edge, as if there was a bottomless abyss in front of them that they could not advance even an inch. "
Hearing this, many people felt the same way and began to talk about it. Because if it was them, if they knew that the opponent had ten times the number of troops, they would also hesitate and fear, just like … now. In the face of an evenly matched opponent, one bravely moved forward, that was courage. If it was two or three times, it would be suspected of being reckless, but if it was more than ten times, it was simply seeking one's own death!
So how did the Knight King solve the problem at that time? Ten times the number of enemies … Could it be that he used some means to delay the time and recuperate before pressing forward with his army?
Although people were also very clear that with the Knight King's character, he would never easily compromise with the enemy, let alone the Savage Lord who believed in evil and killed countless people, but what else could he do if he did not compromise? If the situation at that time was really as bad as Aya said, there would be no chance of winning in a frontal battle! Unconsciously, people were deeply attracted by Aya's short story and began to be immersed in it.
Perhaps, this story was really too immersive.
Looking at the countless pairs of vacant eyes under the high platform, Aya gently raised her head to hide her eyes filled with emotion.
One hundred and fifty years had passed, but everything seemed to have happened yesterday. The situation was exactly the same.
After restraining the agitation in her heart, Aya slowly opened her mouth. Her voice carried a faint majesty that made people's hearts palpitate.
"Who are we? Are we stray stray dogs? Or are we scavenging vultures? Are we the cockroaches lurking in the sewers? Or are we the stooped mice in the dark? No, we are the proud lions, the warriors blessed by the Bretton Dragon Clan, the Brettonia Knights that will always stand in the land of glory! Our principles are unity, courage, unbending, and unwavering uprightness! We will never negotiate with the demons, and will never bow to the Savage Lord! Because if we abandon our code, we will betray all the friends who bless us and protect us. We will betray the comrades who paved the road to victory with their lives in the past war! Because we have promised them, and even promised ourselves, that we will always face forward, bravely move forward, even if there is a bottomless abyss under our feet! "
"But, my knights, do not be timid, do not despair, because under our feet is the glorious road to victory! We are the chosen masters of Brettonia! The brilliance of the Caliburn guides us forward! The earth is our shield, the sky is our armor, and the wind, rain, and thunder are our weapons! Knights, cross the abyss, and ahead is the endless smooth road! "
In Dragon City, Aya's cry continued to reverberate. As time went by, in the silence, it gradually turned into a low buzzing sound, stirring people's hearts.
Even if the story has passed for one hundred and fifty years, and today's Dragon City Guards were not the faithful knights under the Knight King, similar feelings continued to surge from the bottom of people's hearts. As the people of Brettonia, there would always be similar elements flowing in their blood.
That was the thirst for glory. Once upon a time, the development of Holy Light Religion in Brettonia was in full swing. A large number of foreign priests and Holy Knights poured in to abuse their power, yet they still received the forbearance of the people of Brettonia. After the Knight King left, the people subconsciously wanted to find something to fill the void. However, it was not until this time that people found out that although Holy Light Religion was more powerful, larger in scale, and also had its own light, but compared to the shining light of the Knight King, it was nothing.
The spirit of disregarding everything for the code in their heart was the glory that they truly yearned for. For this, they did not hesitate to die!
Of course, one hundred and fifty years later, even if people were not familiar with the history, they knew that the result of that battle was the victory of the Knight King. The heroic sacrifice of the Knights was not in vain, in exchange for an unprecedented high degree of unity in Brettonia. However, people were still impatient to hear Aya's story.
"In that battle, my father took the lead. The Caliburn crushed the eight great witch doctors of the Savage Tribe and beheaded the Savage Lord. The morale of the Knights of the Round Table was like a rainbow as they broke through the enemy's formation with irresistible force. The battle lasted for three days and three nights. The Knights burned their life and soul to persist until the last moment, killing the enemy that was ten times their number. Three days later, the whole army cheered heartily to celebrate the victory! "
Under the high platform, there were countless pairs of shining eyes.
Standing on the high platform, Aya has clearly felt that the city seemed to be ignited with a raging flame. Therefore, she held up the Caliburn, and a golden beam of light soared into the sky, illuminating the Dragon City as if it was daytime.
"One hundred and fifty years ago, my father used the Caliburn to cut through the endless darkness and despair, establishing an unprecedented feat in Brettonia. Today, the Caliburn is still guiding us on the road to victory! At this moment, I can clearly hear the cry of the Caliburn. Victory is in front, and will always be in front! The darkness around us is not our destination, the last bit of afterglow in the city is not our destination. Our destination is only to go all the way forward, cutting our way through the thistles and thorns, cutting our way to the light! "
"Some people ask, what is in front? What are we going to fight for? The warriors of one hundred and fifty years ago, even in the deepest and most desperate situation, still have a clear and firm belief. They believe in the spirit of chivalry, believe that Brettonia will definitely move toward unification and prosperity. And now, in the face of the fragmented country, in the face of the aggressive invasion of Holy Light Religion, I want to say, this is the abyss that we have to cross, this is the powerful enemy that we are about to face! "
"I am the daughter of the Knight King, and my heart adheres to the same belief as the previous Knight King! I firmly believe that this land is the land of Brettonia, the land of chivalry! "
Aya's voice was like a gale, like a tsunami. Her impassioned emotion swept through everyone's heart.
"In the name of the Caliburn, I declare that the war for the restoration of Brettonia begins here! Anything that stands in the way of this road will be crushed! We will step on the ladder of victory to reach the shore of eternal glory! "
"Long live Brettonia!"
"Long live Brettonia!"
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