The platinum scepter gently tapped on the pope's body, and a beam of holy light suddenly descended. For a moment, Saint III? Ivan the Third's old body became tall and strong, as if he had suddenly absorbed power through some mysterious method and returned to his peak state, but his resistance only lasted for less than a second. The holy light from the sky did not protect him, nor did the holy light floating around him. All the holy light around him seemed to have turned into a deadly flame, and began to burn Saint III? Ivan the Third's body, in the radiant flame, looked at Veronica in shock and anger. "Why …"
"In essence, the holy light is just a kind of energy." Veronica looked at Saint III calmly. Ivan the Third's body dissipated in the radiant flame little by little, his face still had that gentle and tranquil expression, but his tone was as cold as a machine. "When the way you use energy is too backward, your piety is useless."
Saint? Ivan the Third's body fell apart. In the end, only a sentence full of resentment was left, echoing in the Great Bright Hall with endless obsession, "Deceiver … you will be … destroyed … by … the … Lord …"
The radiant flame gradually subsided, and the Bright Hall returned to its previous state. The clouds of holy light were still surging in prayer, and the bishops who bowed their heads in prayer still maintained their posture, as if they did not see what had happened. Veronica held the platinum scepter in her hand, and the focus of God's Descent had changed from Saint III to Ivan the Third. Ivan the Third's body was transferred to her. Under the observation of the God of Holy Light's will, her body began to slowly split apart.
"Destruction … perhaps," Veronica said softly, holding the platinum scepter, step by step, she came to the pope's Sanctum. As more and more cracks filled with light appeared on her body, she slowly sat down. "But it's okay, 'we' have a lot of …"
The next second, her head drooped heavily, and her whole body collapsed on the wide chair like a porcelain doll that was about to break, and life had completely left this body.
But after a mere instant, she raised her head again, and the cracks all over her body began to heal at an astonishing speed. A stiff and stiff voice rang out from her mouth. "Re-activate this interface … Re-download personality data …"
After a while, Veronica, who had completely recovered her original appearance, sat quietly on the Holy Throne. She held the platinum scepter in her hand tightly, and the devout praying bishops fell one by one in her sight, turning into fuel for the Holy Torch. Her eyes looked forward, as if she could see through the entire church, through the entire city, and all the way to the city wall in the distance.
The bell of the cathedral tolled and the light was vast and mighty. The majestic divine power from the Great Bright Hall experienced a small fluctuation that was difficult to detect before stabilizing. However, this small fluctuation was covered by the powerful Holy Light that enveloped the entire cathedral. No one noticed what was happening in the Holy Temple.
The night of the fifth day was illuminated by the brilliance of God's Arrival. When the sun rose, the brilliant morning glow sprinkled on the ancient city. This city full of glory still stood tall on the earth.
This was the morning of the sixth day.
Due to the impact of the collapse of the Great Shield, all the mage towers were severely damaged. After barely operating for half a day, they finally all stopped operating. As a result, the magic defense of the Sunil Saint Sunil collapsed on the sixth day.
Under the lead of several court mages, the remaining mages who could still fight stood on the city wall, preparing to launch the last wave of magic attacks on those monsters in a suicidal manner.
Wales? Moen looked at those figures in robes as if he was watching the hundreds of years of accumulation of the kingdom slowly being destroyed.
Transcendents were the foundation of a country, and Transcendents like mages could not afford to lose more than Knight. This was because, in most cases, mages were not only Transcendents who were good at fighting but also had countless inherited knowledge. Excellent scholars were not necessarily excellent mages, but all mages were definitely excellent scholars. These scholars … should have been left in a relatively safe environment to study knowledge and use their wisdom to promote this country.
After coming into contact with a lot of information about the Cecil Dukedom, Wales was even more certain of this point.
However, now that the defense of the Sunil Saint Sunil had almost collapsed, these mages who had a lot of knowledge and wisdom had no choice but to stand on the city wall as a flesh shield, as a consumable weapon, and die cheaply and quickly in this place …
In the previous battle, the Great Shield could at least block most of the enemy's attacks. Even if the city guards suffered heavy casualties, most of the mages could still rely on the Great Shield to protect themselves. However, now that the Great Shield had disappeared, once the effect of God's Arrival ended, the fragile mages would probably immediately suffer heavy casualties.
In the inner city behind him, the radiant giant that came to the human world through God's Arrival had already started to dim. The stele-shaped barrier surrounding the Captical also showed signs of wavering. These phenomena all meant one thing: the power of the divine spell was about to end.
Bai Dewen? Franklin's voice came from behind Wales. "Your Majesty, the city's kerosene has been collected. It can last for more than two days."
Wales turned around and saw that the Duke of the Western Region was no longer as tidy as he usually was. His battle robe was torn in many places, and traces of smoke and stains could be seen all over his body. Fatigue was deeply imprinted on his face.
Even so, this Duke still maintained a calm and dignified bearing with ease, as if these characteristics had been deeply imprinted in his blood.
The new king sighed softly. "Alright, with the kerosene, we can at least repel one or two waves of attacks …"
Those monsters were afraid of fire. This was the information that the soldiers at the southern defense lines had exchanged with their lives. Under normal circumstances, large-scale flames on the battlefield would have to be created by mages. However, what if there were no mages, or if the power of the mages was no longer enough to maintain the firepower of the entire defense line?
They could use hemp rope soaked in kerosene to wrap around stone balls. After igniting the kerosene, they could replace the stone balls that were ignited by magic flames. If the kerosene was poured down the wall, it could still ignite a wall of fire that was not inferior to the Scorching Land. In the absence of magic power, there were still some alternatives.
"Where is the Cecil Legion?"
"The last news was last night. They have crossed the river of the Valley Corridor and are speeding over here."
As the reinforcements were getting closer and closer, communication spells were able to establish a more stable connection. Bai Dewen? Franklin began to receive clear messages from Victoria. The establishment of a stable communication greatly encouraged all the defending troops. This was also one of the reasons why the defense line was able to hold on until today.
Wales thought for a moment and looked up at the mages on the wall.
"Have the mages withdraw," the new king said concisely.
"Your Majesty?"
"We can't let all the best scholars of the kingdom die here," Wales said quickly. "Without the protection of a large shield, these exhausted mages won't be of much use in a frontal battle like this. Their survival is much more valuable than dying here. The gate at the northwest corner should still be open, right? "
"It's open."
There were countless Crystal Cluster monsters outside of Saint Sunil, but not the entire city was surrounded. Now, the gate at the northwest side of the Captical City was still open, and the limited number of reinforcements from the Western Army entered the city through this gate.
"Prepare to arrange for the evacuation of the scholars, including these mages," Wales said with an unquestionable tone. "Send them out of the city from the northwest corner."
"Your Majesty," Bai Dewen could not help but say, "I'm afraid this will cause …"
"As long as I don't withdraw, the defense line will not be shaken," Wales interrupted the Duke of the Western Region. "Furthermore, I don't want these mages to escape — I want them to survive this battle. This city will be defended, and the armored swordsmen will defend it. But after that, we still need people with pen and paper to rebuild it. "
"… Yes, Your Majesty."
The Duke of the Western Region left to carry out the king's order. Wales' attention returned to the vicinity of the city wall, to the Holy Light Barrier that could be extinguished at any time.
After an unknown amount of time, his gaze suddenly turned to the sky as if he had sensed something.
A few small black dots had appeared in the clouds in the distance. Under the bright and bright sun, those few black dots were rapidly approaching Saint Sunil.
A few minutes later, when the black dots began to descend, Wales could finally vaguely see what they were with the help of the Extraordinaire's vision.
It was a few griffins surrounding a giant eagle.
Wales looked at them with his eyes wide open, watching them dive toward the Captical in a suicidal manner. As their flying altitude continued to descend, the Crystal Cluster Army gathered on the plain finally reacted. Despite being in a frenzy, those monsters still launched an instinctive attack on the uninvited guests who trespassed into their 'Sky Domain'. Arcs of electricity burst from the ground into the sky, weaving into a giant shining net. At the edge of this giant net, the giant eagles and griffins danced across the clouds and over the city wall of Saint Sunil.
They dropped some things from the sky.
Those things bounced, stretched, and fluttered in the wind. At the same time, they had bright colors. Wales soon saw what those things that looked like cloth that fluttered down were.
They were Cecil's flags.
The king slowly opened his eyes wide, and then he suddenly laughed.
The founding hero had arrived a day earlier than agreed.
As a large number of Cecil's flags spread out in the sky and fluttered in the wind, the bells of the Holy Light Church in the inner city gradually weakened.
The effect of God's Descent ended.
The giant made of light floating above the city shattered with a bang, turning into countless scattered specks of holy light that dissipated into the air. The holy light barrier protecting the capital also cracked inch by inch, disappearing in a short period of time.
The Crystal Cluster Monsters on the entire plain were agitated.
Cecil's flag fluttered in the wind, and in the midst of the sudden boost in morale, Wales pointed his longsword at the sky.
"For Ansu!"
Saint Sunil, the shouts shook the clouds.
Beside the Gorgon River, the cannons roared.
Three inland warships lined up along the river bank, and the rest of the gunboats and small gunboats lined up on the river. Large and small cannons and light main cannons aimed at the east bank of the river. Magic flashed continuously, and the entire beach was filled with cannon fire.
On the bridge of Blazer, Byron's loud voice was almost as loud as the cannon fire outside.
"Suppressive fire, suppressive fire, quickly clear the landing field!"
"Follow the rest of the cargo ships, follow!"
"Quick, release the gangplank, release the gangplank! Release the ground troops! "
Under the cover of the gunboats, the Crystal Cluster Monsters in the entire east bank area were quickly cleared out. The armored cargo ships approached the riverbank one after another, and the gangplank made of sturdy steel frames and thick steel plates extended to the riverbank under the action of mechanical devices. The tanks and multi-purpose tanks that were already ready drove onto the ground one after another, quickly establishing a push-type defense line on the land.
Accompanied by the roar of the tank cannons, the ground troops also rushed onto the riverbank.
On the bridge of Blazer, Sonia's image appeared on the magic network terminal in front of Gwen. "… Just flew past Saint Sunil … Signal sent … They are still holding …"
Gwen looked back at Byron, who had finally calmed down, and asked, "Can we hit Saint Sunil from this position?"
"It's beyond the theoretical range, but we can still try." Byron's loud voice sounded again. "If we can't guarantee the accuracy, as long as the shooting angle is right, I can hit the plains to the south of Saint Sunil. However, no one knows where exactly it will land. Anyway, it definitely won't hit the capital."
"Fire." Gwen nodded slightly. "Tell those monsters that we're here."
"Did you hear that? Boys! " Byron's face was flushed red, and he waved his arms toward his crew. "Overload the main cannon, f * ck them!"
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