This was a war.
Of course, Sir Maryland knew that this was a war. He knew it from the beginning, but he still could not understand what Gwen meant. Was there anything special about war?
The nobles made declarations, handed in letters, official documents, and letters of challenge according to etiquette, summoned the Knight and the recruits, agreed on a time and place, set up formations, charge, fight, capture captives, and exchange benefits. When necessary, decided everything with a glorious duel and oath. Was this not war?
The Pioneer's Sword that was as legendary as the Founding Duke once again slashed his Knight's Sword. The burning flames on the blade almost made people breathless. The burning black blade reminded people of the dark and corrupted Gondor wasteland. The flames on the blade were like the lights that illuminated the wasteland seven hundred years ago. But at this moment, Sir Maryland did not have any extra energy to think about this.
It was said that the strength of the Founding Hero had decreased after his resurrection and was in a temporary period of weakness.
It was said that the sword had completely lost its magic after seven hundred years of slumber. Now, it was just an ordinary sword made of legendary materials and was extraordinarily strong.
It was said that Gwen who had come back from the dead?? Duke Cecil almost never left his territory. The reason was that he had not recovered from the hidden injuries he suffered seven hundred years ago and was still unable to set foot on the battlefield.
Bullshit.
The power of the black sword was astonishingly powerful. Every slash and stab was just right. Gwen?? Cecil's moves couldn't be said to be magnificent. In fact, they were as simple and plain as the most common soldier in a battle formation. Other than a few basic knight skills, this Grand Duke didn't use any of the so-called "legendary forbidden techniques". However, it was such a simple and plain fighting style that caused Sir Maryland to break out in cold sweat.
Unlike the Noble Knight who had undergone strict training and rigid dogma, Gwen?? All of Cecil's combat experience came from the battlefield. It was from fighting against the Mutants. The Mutants did not have the etiquette of the Knight, and there were no subtle changes in moves. There was nothing that could be called a routine. The battle with those inhuman things could often be simplified to the most basic sentence: hit the enemy before they hit you, and ensure that the attack was so powerful that the enemy could not launch a second attack.
This kind of pure 'battle' made Sir Maryland very uncomfortable.
He had experienced battles with all kinds of powerful enemies. It was not the first time that he had challenged enemies who were stronger than him. When he was young, he even took only eight Knights from his family to wipe out the largest exiled Knight group on the Holy Plains. Those were all mercenaries and Knights who were ruthless and broke their oaths.
But it was clear that all this could not be compared to the Demonic Tide seven hundred years ago.
If a general from the eastern border was here, he might be able to do better than Sir Maryland.
Gwen found that he had almost completely integrated and absorbed the Gwen?? Cecil's experience. Although his control of this body had not yet reached the peak, it was not far off.
After more than a year, he finally recovered to the legendary level. Perhaps it was only at the beginner level, but defeating the high-grade Knight in front of him was not a problem.
But when facing this high-grade Knight named Maryland, he could not help but think of another enemy he faced last year.
The Fallen Druil of the All Things End Society was called Bard Wyndham. He was Wendell's man, the former Wolf General of the Typhon.
Although Bard Wyndham? Wendell was eventually defeated by Gwen due to the difference in absolute strength, his swordsmanship that came completely from the battlefield and was tempered by battle left a deep impression on Gwen. Although the high-grade Knight in front of him retained a complete supernatural ability and surpassed Bard Wyndham in terms of pure strength, Wendell was still a little bit stronger than Bard Wyndham. But it was a pity that their combat experience and awareness were not on the same level.
After all, one was the strongest "Wolf General" of the Typhon Empire in a hundred years, while the other was only the commander of the Ansu fortress. This high-grade Knight named Maryland had done very well.
The surface of the river was gradually filled with a layer of fog. The battle between the two Transcendents had caused the temperature of the water nearby to rise, turning it into a thick fog. Due to Gawain's deliberate control, all the shockwaves of the battle were limited to a safe distance between the two warships, and even the thick fog did not spread out.
In a brief moment, Maryland and his opponent, the Grand Duke, brushed past each other. A tremendous force pressed down on his sword-holding hand, causing his Sword of Knight to almost fall out of his hand. When he regained his balance, he found that Gwen was no longer in front of him.
In the next moment, he noticed that the fog around him suddenly stagnated. The fog that should have been formless and intangible had been controlled by the power of the legendary duke at some point, and like steel, it was a huge cage. The armor on his body cracked inch by inch under the heavy pressure of the steel fog, and the Sword of Knight in his hand gradually twisted under the heavy pressure.
He struggled hard for a moment and then stopped. The black Sword of Pathfinder was already on his shoulder. There was no burning flame on the blade, but there was a suffocating pressure.
The thick fog dissipated, and so did the pressure that seemed to be cast in steel. Maryland looked up and saw that the two destructive arcane torrents were slowly sweeping across the sky. At the end of the torrents, the shield of the Rock Fortress was turning into scattered light particles with a series of roars and shrieks. And the torrents of arcane spells had penetrated the deactivated shield and cut a huge, shocking crack on the black wall that had stood for a century.
On the Second Highland, Knight Philip witnessed the collapse of the magic shield of the Rock Fortress with his own eyes. He did not hesitate to give the order to open fire. "The target's shield has disappeared. All cannons, start firing!"
The single powerful 'Justice I' accelerator cannon and the fierce 'Persuader I' accelerator cannon let out a deafening explosion at the same time. Hundreds of pale green bullet marks once again streaked across the sky. After crossing the vast battlefield plain, they heavily bombarded the wall of the black fortress.
This time, Cecil's' Skyfire 'had finally been activated.
The Rock Fortress, which was built with boulders and cast with metal, was facing the power of the Skyfire for the first time. The wall, which was originally thought to be indestructible, was torn apart in an instant, bursting into broken stones and scorching metal solution. A few soldiers who were still on the wall began to evacuate after the shield collapsed, but there were still some soldiers who were not able to evacuate in time and were directly hit by the cannons or shrapnel and died on the spot. The expected defensive counterattack force was gone the moment the shield collapsed.
The Knight, the officers, and the southern nobles who stayed in the fortress were in chaos. Even if there were still officers who tried their best to maintain order, they could not turn the tide when the fortress was destroyed. And what was even more frightening was that the two terrifying energy beams appeared again after a short silence of less than ten minutes.
They kept sweeping across the sky, and the low buzzing sound became something that terrified the southern nobles even more than the shrieks of the Skyfire. The beams no longer cut the wall for a long time. Instead, they were constantly destroying the mage towers, arrow towers, sentry towers, and the upper areas of the fortress.
All the high-rise facilities that could be used as a stronghold were destroyed one by one.
Mali?? Viscount Orland and Viscount Kanisco ran up the outer stairs of the fortress, desperately trying to escape from this hell on earth.
Explosions and people's cries came from all directions, and the shrieks of the Skyfire and the buzzing sound of the beams sweeping across the sky kept coming from the sky. At this moment, they once again recalled the terrifying memories of Shattered Stone Ridge, as well as the even more terrifying and despairing escape from the wilderness. They no longer cared about the dignity and the most basic etiquette of nobles. All of their attendants were abandoned, and all of their dignity could be given up. They changed into the clothes of the servants and coachmen in the fortress, and before leaving the room, they took away all of the gold, silver, and gemstones that they could see within their sight. Then, without stopping, they ran up the stairs that seemed to have no end.
Another teeth-numbing buzzing sound came from high up in the sky. The short and fat Mali? Viscount Aulen looked back in fear. He saw a dazzling white beam of light slowly sweeping across the tower on the upper floor of the castle. Wherever the beam of light passed, the stone tower was annihilated in a series of explosions, and the remaining parts turned into a "rain of stones" that fell from the sky. And a little further away was the original roof of the castle — it had also been swept away by the beam of light and disappeared.
Although they didn't know why Cecil's men didn't bombard the fortress with Skyfire, and only used the beams to sweep across the upper area of the fortress, Mali? Viscount Orland and Viscount Kanisco didn't dare to think about it at this moment. They were intimidated by the terrifying might of the beam of light, and their only thought was to quickly turn around and continue fleeing towards the north.
They ran past the stairs, ran through a small path, and ran past the already chaotic inner city. They gradually approached the north gate of the Rock Fortress. Here, Cecil's offensive became slightly weaker, because the straight beam of light couldn't sweep across the lower north city after passing through the high walls. Furthermore, Cecil's Skyfire didn't bombard this area, but the two viscounts still didn't dare to stop.
They continued to run forward, panting heavily as they ran. The gold, silver, and gemstones in their arms seemed particularly heavy at this moment. These things should have brought them hope, but now, with every step they took, their stamina was depleted several times over. However, the north wall of the fortress was already in front of them.
A pungent smell rushed into Viscount Conseco's nostrils. While running, he couldn't help but take a quick look around. In his line of sight, thick smoke and flames were rising from several nearby military facilities.
This fire came from nowhere … Someone set fire in the fortress … The fortress, which was already chaotic and on the verge of collapse, would fall straight into the abyss after these flames started burning.
But this had nothing to do with him anymore.
"I … I can't run anymore …" Marion Orson, who already had poor stamina, said. Viscount Aulen said intermittently, his breathing becoming more and more chaotic. "You … Wait for me …"
Viscount Kanisco turned around and looked at Marion Orson. However, he didn't stop at all. He didn't even open his mouth to speak.
If he opened his mouth to speak now, it would be a waste of his stamina to save his life.
The fire in the fortress burned more and more fiercely. Black pillars of smoke rose from more and more places, as if hundreds of people were setting fire in the inner city. Smoke and dust surged in from all directions, irritating Viscount Kanisco's already sensitive windpipe. However, he still persevered in the thick smoke because the city wall was only a few hundred meters away from him.
Only two hundred meters left.
Only one hundred meters left.
A chance of survival was right in front of them. The path to escape hell was right there. At this moment, even Mali, who was beside them, Even Viscount Orson, who was beside Viscount Kanisco, pulled himself together and increased his speed to catch up with Viscount Kanisco.
Amidst the smoke and dust, Viscount Kanisco vaguely saw a few figures standing in front of him. They were standing on the path that he had to pass through to reach the north gate.
When he got closer, he finally saw the face of the figure clearly. That was Luo Peini?? Lady Galen.
This Countess stood there with a slight smile on her face. She elegantly looked at the two viscounts who were wearing the uniform of a coachman and an odd-job worker.
A blonde male elf that he had never seen before was standing beside her. Not far behind the two of them, there were dozens of fully armed warriors.
"Oh Gods above!" Viscount Konsecco was greatly shocked. Due to the influence of the smoke and his own chaotic thoughts, he did not pay much attention to the soldiers not far behind Luo Peini. Instead, he exclaimed, "Countess Glen, so you've already …"
"Viscount Kanisco and Viscount Orson. Greetings." Luo Peini bowed slightly with a smile on her face. Her tone was gentle. Her words were clearly heard by the two viscounts. "What do you think of the fire today?"
Viscount Kanisco's expression seemed to stiffen for a moment. His voice trembled a little. "What do you mean by that …"
Luo Peini ignored him and continued softly, "Is it like the fire eleven years ago?"
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