When the sun set, Leinster City, which had been reduced to ruins within a day, also ushered in its own dusk, as if heralding the end of the city.
After the initial exodus of residents and the continuous battles and massacres, the entire city, except for the inner city, had turned into a ghost town. The Saint Heroes Society was exterminated as expected by the higher-ups, and the Brotherhood of Redemption had also suffered a great loss. The chaotic streets were littered with corpses, and the stench of blood and decay filled the nostrils, making people nauseous.
Occasionally, there would be some survivors who had survived the turmoil, but even these determined and courageous people could not hold on any longer. Under the setting sun, they were either in despair or had gone mad.
As the night breeze blew, a layer of eerie blood scent floated out of the city. The darkness that wriggled in the remaining buildings began to release innumerable kin. The black-armored soldiers were prepared to begin today's pilgrimage under the leadership of the clergy.
This was a city that had already fallen into despair, but it was also a city that still had some hope.
On top of the walls of the inner city, countless warriors and students looked at the swaying darkness in the shadows with pale faces. However, even if their bodies were trembling, they did not flee. That was because in the academy behind them, a small number of teachers were organizing refugees under the lead of the elves into the Misty Forest to seek refuge. Many of the residents who ran into the forest were their relatives.
Pregnant women and children who were still ignorant of the world were all behind them. When the waves of destruction swept over, as the elite warriors of this era, compared to running away in panic, they wanted to leave behind a blurry back view that they were holding on to something for the future generations rather than running away in panic.
Protection and sacrifice, despair and hope, this was the theme of this era. When this theme played in their ears, the warriors might still not be able to face death with equanimity, but even if they were trembling with fear, they would never lack the courage to look it in the eye.
Because there were too many things that needed to be defended with their lives.
Under the dusk, Antonio looked at the palace where Estrella was. Various emotions flashed across his eyes. The feelings that had existed since he was a teenager surged in his heart after many years of precipitation, and finally turned into a fearless chuckle.
Pulis was still wearing his black robe. His skinny body seemed to be hidden in the darkness. But compared to yesterday, the Cursemancer King, who was walking among the monsters, didn't look good today. The strange green light illuminated half of his face. His green pupils were hidden in his eye sockets. His expression was no longer as gentle as it used to be. Only coldness remained.
Looking at Pulis now, even the most ignorant people had already known his choice. And the old man did not care about it. After all, for him, everyone in the city would turn into unspeakable corpses in the future. It did not matter if he knew the truth in advance.
The pale green light flickered in the wind. Following the light was a hazy mist. As the burning light flickered, more and more figures emerged from the mist. It was as if the black-armored soldiers from the other side had walked out of the mist silently. Sensing the presence of the oil lamp, the scattered soldiers and clergy in the city seemed to have found the direction and began to gather.
Looking down from the city wall, there was already a wriggling darkness around Pulis. Faint whispers came with the wind, and the warriors on the city wall frowned. Amidst the blasphemous chanting, the old man in the black robe gently raised the oil lamp and beat the war drum.
There were no flags fluttering, no horns sounding. The dark sea rushed towards the inner city under the guidance of the light. Hundreds and thousands of warriors on the city wall responded.
"Ready, fire!"
Amidst the shouts, under the last rays of the sunset, the defenders drew their bows and nocked their arrows in unison. A cloud-like rain of arrows enveloped the enemy. There was almost no suspense in the outcome.
Amidst the rain of arrows, a large number of monsters fell like wheat being cut down. The arrows shot by the Extraordinaires easily penetrated the armor of the Black Armored Soldiers and pierced through their hearts. With the remaining force, they fell to the ground and kicked up a cloud of dust. The defense of the Black Clergy was even weaker. Their heads directly exploded under the attack of the small missiles like arrows. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
The first round of attacks by the defenders had achieved significant results. That was no doubt inspiring. At the same time, it also exposed the biggest weakness of the monsters, which was the lack of long-range attacks.
Other than the black-robed clergy who could shoot out Chaos curses, most of the ordinary black-armored soldiers did not have any long-range attacks. Having fallen into madness and lost their intelligence, they naturally did not have any tactics to speak of.
The defenders returned fire with their bows and arrows. The students of the academy cast long-range curses together. Amidst the fluctuation of the curses, the sky seemed to be boiling. Rolling magma fell from the sky, and the rain of fire sprayed over the vast area outside the barrier. Any monster that came into contact with the fire would be turned into a blazing ball of fire.
However, even with such a large scale of damage, it was still a little powerless in the face of the endless number of soldiers. Thousands of black-armored soldiers fell under the arrows. The tenacious individuals struggled in the blazing fire. However, the monsters behind them continued to surge forward calmly.
As time passed, the inventory of arrows was constantly depleted. The faces of the students who cast the curses also turned pale. The heavy breathing on the city wall was getting louder and louder. However, the disgusting murmurs were getting closer and louder.
However, in the face of such an unfavorable situation, the exhausted warriors did not despair. Instead, they looked at their commander in anticipation. Under everyone's gaze, Antonio's body did not move at all. It was only when the blasphemous whispers began to become unbearable that the young man calmly gave his order. The structure of the monsters' armor was clearly visible to the eyes.
"Activate [Cross Blade Light]. Cover the area vertically. Fire the flare."
"Flare!"
Amidst the shouts of the soldiers, the curse-powered flare on the city wall rose into the sky one after another. For a moment, the city of Leinster was as bright as day. Along with the order to activate, the sound of the defense machinery operating rumbled. The magic elements inside the colorful stones that looked like decorations began to rapidly activate. Under the stimulation of the curses, the colorful killing lights flickered in the stones and gradually turned into a shining cross.
"Fire!"
Amidst the shouting of the order, hundreds of cross lights erupted at the same time. The vibration of the volley forced the soldiers on the city wall to support each other. The light of destruction began to spread out from the bottom of the city wall. The torrent of magic elements plowed the ground like a knife and quickly spread out into the distance.
The dazzling torrent then rushed into the black sea. Countless monsters were cut in half before they could even react. The foul smell of blood continued to explode and spread, and the vast battlefield was filled with crimson marks that looked like the claw marks of a giant beast.
Under the power of the fortress' curse vessel [Cross Blade Aura], the outside of St. Freya Academy was almost raised by a layer. The scene of corpses everywhere was probably unsightly in normal times, but now it was a blessing for all human warriors.
"Oh-!"
After a long time of forbearance, the warriors who used the curse vessel to inflict a lot of damage to the enemy raised their swords and cheered. The students also showed excited smiles, but Antonio's cheeks looked grim under the light of the fire.
From the beginning of the battle, he knew that the outcome of this war did not depend on these black monsters. The young man's gaze was not only on the battlefield, but also on the old man holding an oil lamp in the distance. The battlefield now seemed fierce, but before Priest made his move, it was no different from before the battle began.
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