On the fifth day …
The Crystal Cluster Giants were still swarming over like a tide. The monsters from the Holy Spirit Plains seemed to be endless, and the strength of the humans … was already reaching its limit.
Arcane energy gathered into lightning storm after lightning storm, and the destructive power kept licking the energy barrier of the Great Shield of Saint Sunil that was on the verge of collapsing. An extremely unsettling low roar echoed within the entire shield, as if thousands of people were roaring, or as if a crack leading to an abyss was opening up in the depths of the earth. The once complete shield was now riddled with holes, and large pieces of shattered noises covered the sky above the city. The noises and the roars that filled the interior of the shield were all reminding the city guards that the shield was about to collapse.
The overly active magic power was accumulating above the plains, and it had already started to affect the weather. It was supposed to be summer, but the entire city was swept by gusts of cold wind. The blue Ansu flag with gold edges fluttered above the city walls, and under the flag, the wounded and exhausted Knight and the soldiers were trapped next to the catapults and large ballistas. They were trapped behind the battlements, looking at the plains below with a kind of numb tenacity.
The stone bombs and giant ballistas used to defend the city were still piled up on the city walls, but less than one-third of the ballistas and catapults were still in action. This was because the mages who added magic to the ammunition had already exhausted their mana.
Mana was something that was more easily exhausted than stamina, and it was also a factor that was more easily affected by the environment. Mages had to be in a relatively stable environment in order to recover their strength faster. However, the entire Saint Sunil City was shrouded in a turbulent magic field. The human mind was not a machine after all, and it was impossible for them to smoothly meditate in such a magic environment. The royal mages tried their best to maintain the firepower of the defense line, but as this unimaginably intense battle continued day by day, more and more low-grade mages temporarily lost the ability to continue controlling their mana. The departure of these mages was the beginning of the inevitable collapse of the entire defense line.
Without the support of the combat mages, the normal stone bombs and ballistas had almost no effect on those Crystal Cluster Giants.
Wales was wearing a patterned armor that was stained with blood and scars. He held the King's Sword in his hand and slowly walked past the southern city wall. The cold wind shuttled between the shield and the city wall, blowing his cape and the hair on his forehead.
He walked past a section of the city wall that had just experienced a fierce battle. The shield of this section had been penetrated before. Powerful arcane electric arcs had smashed a large number of stone bricks and left scorched marks on the ground. The craftsmen and mages had urgently reinforced the ground here and repaired the catapults here. New soldiers had replaced the previous troops who had all died and continued to defend this place.
A Knight in broken armor was leaning against the nearby wall. The emblem of the Royal Knight Regiment could still be vaguely seen on his breastplate. His head was slightly raised, and his face was covered with blood. He was motionless, as if he had been dead for a long time.
Wales indeed thought that this Knight had died in battle. However, when the horn sounded in the distance, and the monsters charged at the shield again, the Knight with his face covered in blood instantly stood up, rushed to the nearest catapult, and began to command the soldiers to counterattack.
The new king looked at all of this and did not say anything. He continued to walk forward, patrolling the city wall that he had sworn to protect.
Another terrifying howl came from the shield, and the entire Saint Sunil City shook violently as if it was enveloped in a giant bell.
A moment later, the sound of wind could be heard. Duke Baldwin, who was wearing the Arcane Eye magic robe, landed on the ground. Franklin rode the wind and landed beside Wales. He quickly said, "Your Majesty, the south shield node has just been burned."
"I heard that howl …" Wales said calmly. "How long can it last?"
Duke Baldwin raised his hand and pointed at the rapidly spreading noise in the sky above the Captical. "… It has already begun to collapse."
The Great Saint Sunil Shield was collapsing. In the past few days, it had endured pressure that far exceeded its design threshold. At this moment, all of the nodes were either half-destroyed or completely destroyed. What was even more fatal was that the magic focus the Captical underground could no longer provide enough energy. The lack of energy was causing a chain reaction of the shield's decomposition, causing its nodes to be swallowed and melted one by one.
There were also people on the city wall who noticed the collapsing shield, but no one left the line of defense. Wales also calmly watched the scene of the shield gradually collapsing. A few seconds later, he softly said, "We should listen to Duke Victoria's suggestion and expand the scale of the magic net, connecting it to the shield."
"Too many people have doubts about Cecil's technology. Now, it's time to pay the price."
Wales did not say anything. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the Cathedral of Holy Light.
A majestic light was gushing out from the top of the ancient cathedral, filled with an endless solemn and vast aura.
The Great Saint Sunil Shield could not last until reinforcements arrived. This was to be expected, but after the shield collapsed, before the gap was filled with lives, the Saint Sunil Shield still had one last layer of defense.
"The Theocracy has been entrenched in the Captical for so many years. It's time for them to fulfill their duty."
The God's Descent Ritual had already reached its final critical stage. The Bright Hall had already turned into a sea of holy light.
The Cloud of Holy Light that had been floating at the top of the hall all year round descended to the ground, just like the divine vision before the arrival of the Kingdom of Heaven in legends. Under the nourishment of the Cloud of Holy Light, every pillar and every statue in the Great Bright Hall seemed to be wrapped in a layer of crystal-like shell, allowing the 'City of Light' described in the sacred scriptures to descend to the mortal world. In this sea of Holy Light, bishops wearing luxurious robes and crowns were devoutly praising the power of the God of Holy Light. Layers upon layers of prayers surged together with the Cloud of Holy Light in the hall and continuously converged toward the pope standing in the middle of the hall.
Saint?? Ivan III stood there, holding the platinum scepter that symbolized the Theocracy. He raised the scepter high in his hand and slammed the scepter heavily on the ground for the first time.
"Praise the name of the Lord. May your will be carried out on the earth, bathe the earth in grace, and all living beings will be protected and forgiven!"
Light poured out from the pope's facial features as if a powerful light source was filling his body and trying to break free from the shackles of this flesh and blood.
Amidst the praises of the bishops, he slammed the scepter on the ground for the second time.
"Praise the name of the Lord. May your will be carried out on the sky, illuminating the world with light. Evil will have nowhere to hide, and darkness will have nowhere to hide!"
Light flowed on the pope's body, condensing into an even taller and vaster virtual image. This virtual image vaguely had the pope's face, but behind it, there were even more overlapping shadows. It was as if the faces and bodies of countless people had gathered together, forming a brilliant giant image.
Finally, he slammed the scepter on the ground for the third time.
"Praise the name of the Lord. You are the first protector in the darkness, the first hope that mortals seek. All living beings will always seek the light, just as you will always protect all living beings. You are the beginning and the end. You are eternal and everlasting. We pray that you will descend upon this world under your protection. It was so in the past, and it is so today …"
A holy and illusory bell sound exploded, overwhelming all the prayers and praises in the Great Bright Hall. The bell tower of the entire Holy Light Cathedral also rang, the real and illusory bell echoing each other.
Amidst the bell sound, Saint?? A bright and dazzling mirror image suddenly separated from the body of Ivan III. This mirror image overlapped with the radiant giant standing behind him. The two quickly merged and abruptly grew taller.
In the sky above the Holy Light Cathedral, a hundred-meter-tall giant slowly stood up.
The God's Descent Ritual was a success.
On the city wall of Saint Sunil, Wales?? Moen quietly watched the radiant giant stand up from the city, watching the light he released quickly spread in the direction of the city wall. He could not help but be moved.
"Is that the power of God …?"
Amidst a sigh, the great shield that had shrouded the Capital until now finally reached its operating limit. Along with a series of bizarre whistling and tearing sounds, large patches of noises rapidly covered the shield and shattered in the very next instant, turning into radiant particles that filled the sky and sprinkled towards the Capital. Almost at the same time that the shield crumbled, the giant made of light opened its hands as well. Streaks of crystalline walls of light pierced through the turbid clouds above the plains, protecting the entire city wall in layers.
The irrational crystal monsters were not afraid of the power of God at all. Instead, they were excited by the sudden appearance of this huge energy, and they began to roar wildly, their attacks becoming even crazier. Countless giants bombarded the 'new shield' with lightning, with their bodies, and even with self-destruction. However, the giant made of light only maintained the posture of opening his arms, and the shield wall that covered the entire city remained motionless.
This is Saint?? Ivan III's God's Arrival, the 'Kingdom of Heaven on Earth' that could put the entire Ansu and the Captical into a temporary state of invincibility!
Bai Dewen?? Franklin stared at the giant made of holy light that protected the Captical and could not help but sigh softly. "What a pity. If Saint Sunil was twenty years younger … No, even ten years younger, God's Arrival would have lasted more than three days, and Saint Sunil would have been able to hold on until reinforcements arrived … "
Wales didn't respond to Bai Dewen's words. He only furrowed his brows and glanced at the southern city wall. Countless exhausted soldiers were recovering their physical strength under the Holy Light's baptism. Wave after wave of encouragement caused them to enter a state of joy and gratitude. The soldiers all took out their Holy Light talismans and began praying. Even those who didn't believe in the God of Holy Light couldn't help but praise the God of Holy Light's name.
He took a deep breath, raised the longsword in his hand high, and said, "Take the time to rest! Eat, drink, check weapons, don't waste time!
"God's Arrival has a time limit! When it ends, only our flesh and blood will be left in Saint Sunil's defense line!
"This is our last chance to rest and reorganize. Take advantage of it and hold on until reinforcements arrive!"
Amidst the king's shout, the soldiers who were immersed in their gratitude to the holy light suddenly woke up. They realized that the safety in front of them was actually quite short. The Great Shield of Saint Sunil had already collapsed, and the entire defense line was being maintained by the divine power released by a decrepit old man. After realizing this, everyone on the city wall immediately moved, starting to drink and eat, taking the time to rest and adjust their state to prepare for the final challenge.
In the Cathedral of Holy Light, in the corridor before the entrance of the Bright Hall, Veronica was quietly looking at the closed door alone.
In order to ensure that God's Arrival was foolproof, all the attendants and low-level priests had been dismissed. At this moment, only a team of ascetics and a team of Knight were guarding outside the building, and she was the only one in the corridor leading to the hall.
"God's Arrival, huh …" Veronica softly said. A solemn and sacred aura kept spreading out from behind the door in front of her, faintly resonating with the holy light on her body, but at the moment when they were about to merge, they clearly dispersed. "This time, it's really the purest sample in seven hundred years …"
As she softly muttered to herself, this' Saintess Princess' walked toward the door in front of her unhurriedly, then casually pushed open the door of the Bright Hall without a care.
The turbulent holy light instantly filled Veronica's vision, and wave after wave of light surged toward her, but all the light turned into light streams when it got close to her and silently dissipated.
In the hall, the devout praying bishops did not seem to sense that someone had entered the space at all. Every bishop in the state of prayer maintained the same posture, as if they were puppets that were operating on their own. Only the pope in the center of the hall reacted to Veronica's appearance. This' spokesperson 'who had faintly merged with the holy light and had countless streams of light flowing through his body slowly raised his eyelids and said in a slow voice as if he had been rusted, "Veronica … why did you … suddenly … come in …"
"I'm just here to inform you that this experimental project is over."
The pope's mind was obviously in a very slow state. "Experimental … project?"
Veronica smiled slightly, put her hand on the holy staff of the Holy Staff of Holy Light, and slowly put her hand on the holy staff of the Holy Staff of Holy Light. In the hand of Ivan III, she said softly, "Yes, a project about the nature and operation of the gods."
"What … are you doing …" The pope's voice finally recovered a little bit of a human texture. He seemed to be trying to break free from this slow state of mind, and some kind of panic appeared in his tone. "You will … destroy all … this city …"
Veronica held the platinum scepter and slowly turned it from Ivan III. Ivan III pulled it out of his hand. "No, God's Descent will continue, and this city will not be destroyed, but that has nothing to do with your god."
As the platinum scepter was taken away, Ivan III. His voice finally became fluent, and his tone was full of shock and anger. "Who the hell are you?!"
"Just a disobedient." Veronica smiled and gently tapped the tip of the scepter on Ivan III. On Ivan III's body. "The Norton Royal Family greets you and your master."
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