Fly.
The words of the mistress echoed in the mind of the black-haired maid.
This was not an order, but a blessing.
She looked at the two longswords in her hands and buckled them on her belt. Then, she walked toward the edge of the balcony. She walked faster and faster until she was running.
Finally, she jumped down from the edge of the balcony. A gust of wind appeared at the right time, shrouding this jumping figure and lifting her into the sky.
In the fluttering snowflakes, a huge shadow could be vaguely seen rushing toward the sky in the south. However, that shadow flashed by so quickly that everyone who noticed this scene thought that they were hallucinating.
As if riding the wind, the deformed wings could also flap and fly.
Victoria quietly watched the gust of wind that suddenly appeared gradually dissipate into the sky. She looked at the huge body that swept past the gray clouds in the distance. The fluttering snowflakes were reflected in her eyes, and she sighed softly.
"You did not hide it well at all, especially under the premise that the Wilde family and the Holy Dragon Dukedom have been dealing with each other for hundreds of years."
Then, the duchess retracted her gaze from the sky and looked at the walls of the castle area not far away.
Now, it was time to fulfill her responsibility as the Duke Protector.
…
A shocking number of humanoid demons surged from the direction of the Holy Spirit Plains. The terrifying Crystal Cluster Giant army flattened countless fortresses and fortresses along the way. Elrond City, Wind City, and the Valley Corridor were attacked one after another. The temporarily assembled noble army fought in haste and suffered heavy losses …
Bad news came one after another from the southeast. In addition to the reports of attacks that were getting closer and closer and the list of losses that were increasing, the exhausted royal intelligence department was also receiving terrifying news about the appearance of royal army equipment in the monster army and the transformation of frontline soldiers into Crystal Cluster Giants.
Saint Sunil City had already entered the highest level of martial law, and a terrifying and tense atmosphere enveloped the entire city. The fully-armed Knight and soldiers patrolled between the city walls and the outposts all day long, and the citizens closed their doors tightly, not daring to go out on the streets. Almost all the nobles canceled their banquets and hunting in the suburbs.
Every day, there would be messengers wearing blue and white robes riding fast horses running into the city, or there would be Gryphon Knight flying across the sky. Every day, there would be even more soldiers coming in and out of the city gate. Some of them were reserve soldiers that had been summoned in an emergency, and some were from the Knight Regiment that had gone to the frontlines to provide support. Every day, there would be new news circulating in the city.
In the White Silver Fortress, the nobles of the kingdom gathered in the Golden Oak Hall. The urgency of the situation finally made these gentlemen and ladies who were used to speaking in a specific elegant tone give up their reservations. They discussed intensely, coming up with one plan after another and exchanging the latest information. The atmosphere was warm and anxious. Fear and fatigue shrouded more than half of the people.
Finally, when the fire reached Saint Sunil, they became more proactive.
"They have already started attacking the Valley Corridor. Our two fortresses there are being attacked at the same time. Not only are those monsters shocking in number, but they are also far stronger than our soldiers!" A tall and thin noble from the Captical said with a sharp voice. "If we can't stop them in the Valley Corridor, then there won't be any fortresses or fortresses that can stop them!"
Another person stood up and said loudly, "We should send the Knight Regiment of Fort Black Iron and the Knight Regiment of Fort Chanier over there as well. The local Knight Regiment in the Valley Corridor definitely won't be able to stop the enemy …"
"I still say the same thing. We can't send more Knight Regiment out." At this time, the highest commander of the Royal Knight Regiment, Cromwell Baron Bechtel, who had dwarf blood, stood up. Count Bai Shan stood up and said, "We should gather the effective elites together and shrink back to defend Saint Sunil City. This is the only way that we can defend …"
The short and fat Count Bahrain could not help but stand up. "What's the use of defending like this? That's just waiting for death. Do we still have reinforcements? The situation is already very clear. The main force of the kingdom's army and the Mountain Knight Regiment are finished! No one will come back from the Divine Spirit Plains to support us. We have no reinforcements! "
The hall instantly quieted down, and the stifling atmosphere almost solidified. Count Bahrain directly mentioned this obvious fact that no one was willing to face. This made many people who wanted to speak lose their courage to speak.
Cromwell? Bai Shan's eyes widened, and even his beard trembled. However, he also understood very well that Count Bahrain's words were irrefutable. His shrinking defense might indeed be the only effective way to defend the city, but the necessary follow-up to shrinking defense was to be able to wait for reinforcements or wear down the enemy's morale and soldiers. However, the reality now was that the morale and soldiers of those monsters were probably far higher than the Saint Sunil's, and reinforcements …
The main force of the kingdom's army and the Mountain Corps should really be finished.
The captain of the Royal Knight Regiment could not help but smash the table.
Even for him, the best he could do now was to come up with a plan to barely prolong the survival of the Saint Sunil's, and there was no follow-up plan.
At this time, the door of the Golden Oak Hall was suddenly opened, and an officer wearing the armor of the Royal Knight Regiment ran into the hall.
Usually, no one would be able to barge into the Golden Oak Hall so casually, but now, no one cared about this.
Cromwell? Bai Shan recognized the officer who barged in, and a terrible premonition suddenly rose in his heart. "What happened?"
"The Valley Corridor is lost, Count Nois is missing on the battlefield, and Count Baril is dead." The officer's voice was slightly trembling. "The Knight Regiment … The Knight Regiment and the Church Guards that just went to support have all been wiped out …"
There was a sound of gasps in the hall.
Now, they did not have to discuss whether to support the Valley Corridor.
"We … we are defenseless." A nobleman in a dark blue velvet coat placed his hands on the table, sweat beading on his face as he muttered, "The line of defense at the Valley Corridor is also gone. They are only two days away from the King's City …"
"There are really no fortresses or fortresses that can stop them now," another voice said. "The next one is the Saint Sunil."
Cromwell? Bai Shan said with a deep voice, "We should immediately withdraw our forces and strengthen the Captical's defense."
"But staying here is not the way to go, Your Excellency," said a noble wearing a white wig and a brown coat. "Perhaps we can move to the west, and then rely on the strength of the Western Region and the remaining fertile areas in the west of the Holy Spirit Plains to regain our footing, and slowly plan for the future..."
"Moving to the north is also a way. The cold north might be able to stop those monsters, and there are mountains in the north …"
"The Western Region Army is already on their way to the Captical. With them, it's still too early to give up on the Saint Sunil …"
Bai Dewen? Duke Franklin did not say a word. He seemed to be thinking about a possible defense plan or weighing the suggestions of giving up on the Captical. No one could guess what this Duke of the Western Region was thinking from his deep and reserved expression.
Deep in thought, he looked up and saw Wales. Moen sat at the head of the long table with a gloomy face. This crown prince seemed to be quietly watching all of this. His eyes were deep and expressionless. No one could guess what this crown prince was thinking.
Even Bai Dewen? Not even Franklin.
On both sides of the long table, the people who really held the Captical power and the rest of the kingdom's army did not participate too much in the noisy discussion.
Some of them were focused on Bai Dewen. On Franklin, there were some people who were paying attention to Wales. Moen.
Outside of the castle, a team that was supposed to head to the Valley Corridor stopped before they exited the castle. A team of knights from the Holy See who had been silent also stopped because of the sudden order.
No one knew what the fate of the Captical would be in the future. They only knew that its darkest day had arrived.
At the same time, in the Great Bright Hall of the Cathedral of Holy Light, the muffled prayer had come to an end. The brilliant holy light was still rippling in the resonance of the energy. In the holy light cloud that shrouded the dome of the hall, the faint holy and ethereal voice did not stop for a long time.
"We have lost a large number of knights and battle priests of the Holy See," an archbishop with white hair and beard said to the Holy See in the center of the hall after praying. "They are the best and most devout believers, the most loyal and fearless warriors of the Lord. Your Holiness, we should make an exception and award the most outstanding group of martyrs the title of saints."
"Their glorious martyrdom is the greatest respect to the Lord. They have fulfilled their oath to the Holy Light and protected the kingdom and people of the Lord. They do deserve the title of Saint." The old voice of Pope Ivan III came from the Holy See. "Go and draw up the list. Their loyal and pure deeds should be made known."
Another bishop came forward. "Your Holiness, the blasphemous army is approaching this holy city. How should we deal with it?"
"The Lord has inspired me to fight to protect it," Pope Ivan III said. There was almost no hesitation in Ivan III's voice. "This is a test of our loyalty and faith. The dark days have come, and the first holy light shines in the darkest moments. Now, we should fulfill our oath to the Lord."
The bishops in the Bright Hall suddenly said in unison, "The first Holy Light shines in the darkest moment … Fulfill our oath to the Lord."
On the Holy See in the center of the hall, Pope Ivan III. There seemed to be a layer of illusory light on the old face of Ivan III. His eyebrows drooped as he prayed softly, "It's time … to be loyal to the Lord …"
Beside the pious pope, Veronica Moen just stood there silently. She seemed to be praying silently as well. The light pouring down from the cloud of Holy Light surrounded her, brighter and more glorious than before.
"When it's dark enough … it'll be bright enough …"
The Holy Princess opened her mouth slightly and whispered in a voice that only she could hear.
…
Ansu had fallen into a near-annihilation disaster.
But the trade line between Cecil and Typhon miraculously started on schedule and developed rapidly from the beginning.
This was a very strange thing in the eyes of Typhon's Emperor, Rosetta.
It seemed that the wonderful "dukedom" had completely resisted the man-made natural disaster that happened around them and even entered a state of rapid development in the war caused by this natural disaster. Their merchants, machines, vehicles, everything was continuously crossing the border and entering Typhon's territory through specially opened trade channels. And the massive amount of cotton textiles and industrial products that Typhon exported to them was completely swallowed by them.
The repair project of the Magnificent Wall that Typhon was in charge of had ended early, and Rosetta had returned to his capital. Sitting in the study of the Obsidian Palace, the talented and bold emperor was carefully looking at the intelligence collected by the advisory team. It accurately and clearly summarized all the key data in the trade process between Ansu and Typhon, as well as some information that the intelligence personnel obtained from Ansu with great difficulty.
"Industrial production has developed rapidly due to the stimulation of war …
"The reason is that a large number of industrial industries are linked to the military. They have generally used magic machines in the war field, and the military demand stimulated the entire industrial system …
"Cecil's territory doesn't seem to be involved in a direct war. They are fighting outside their territory …
"Cecil has swallowed an astonishing amount of cotton textiles, but we don't know where they use these things. We can only be sure that some of them are used in battle …
"The cheap daily magic products made by Cecil's people are very popular in the Empire …"
Rosetta? Augustus put down the information and had a contemplative look on his face.
The trade between the Empire and Cecil's people had developed unexpectedly smoothly, and the momentum was good.
The Empire seemed to have reaped the expected huge benefits in the process. They exported a large amount of cotton textiles, and the textile factories in the Oldenheim area benefited greatly. The Empire also obtained the advanced transportation technology of Cecil's people, and recently, the Association of Craftsmen had made great progress in the project of making imitation magic cars …
Everything seemed to be developing in a good direction.
But Rosetta? Augustus vaguely felt a quagmire, an invisible quagmire.
At this moment, an attendant's voice came from outside the door. "Your Majesty, Master Daniel has arrived."
Rosetta? Augustus immediately adjusted his expression. He put the information aside and cleared his throat.
"Invite the master in."
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