Fathom Harbor did not seem to have thought of setting up a defense on the sea. At this moment, the entire Fathom Harbor and a few miles of the coastal coast were covered with ice. The undead could spread their army on the frozen sea, and the humans could not stop them at all.
Because they did not have enough troops.
Almost all the noble officers on the city wall changed their faces. Once the undead spread out tens of thousands of troops on the sea, how could they resist? With less than two thousand Coast Guards in Fathom Harbor, plus Erouine's White Lion Guards, which were even smaller in number?
Fortunately, they were not scared out of their wits because the eldest prince was still in the city. The nobles turned to Delfien and suggested, "Miss Delfien, call back the troops outside the city. We can only fight them in the streets!"
Fight in the streets? Delfien shook her head slowly. In the darkness, her firm gaze seemed to be able to pass through the entire battlefield. The cold rain hit the uninjured half of her face, and her smooth face was faintly pale. The prime minister's daughter replied firmly, "It's not time yet. Miss Eugenie, you take the others down the city wall first. Baron Ludwig, you can go down first too."
Ynide stood in the rain, "Miss Delfien, you're not coming with us?"
"No," Delfien replied, "I said, it's not time yet. Count Alcorn, you stay too. I heard that you've experienced the Holy War. This battle is probably nothing to you."
Count Alcorn was slightly startled. This sentence seemed to arouse the infinite pride in his heart. He recalled his decades of military experience. Compared to that, this battle was indeed nothing. "Okay, I'll stay," he replied, then turned to Baron Ludwig and said, "Mr. Baron, you can go down first. It won't be so safe on the city wall next."
"What?" Baron Ludwig was very dissatisfied, "Do I look like someone who's afraid of death?"
"Baron, you don't have to be stubborn."
Seeing that Count Alcon's attitude didn't seem to be fake, the old mayor of Fatant Port seemed to have loosened up a little. After all, he wasn't a young man. After being in the rain for a while, he felt that he couldn't stand it anymore. So he nodded and followed the others down the city wall.
A young priest walked past the people who were walking down the city wall and hurriedly came to Count Alcorn. "My lords, the ceremony and artifacts are ready, but the solar eclipse will affect the power of the golden flame and greatly reduce the power of the holy spell. Bishop Jorf asked if we should postpone the ritual spell."
Yolfo had been promoted by Frontline to be the bishop of East Metz. As for the original bishop, he was stationed in Fordham, and that place was currently under the control of the Silver Queen.
"What did Ms. Sydney say?" Delfien asked.
"Lady Sydney says she believes in Count Tónigel."
"Then my answer is — I'm the same."
Delfien replied. She raised her head in the rain and looked silently at the top of the cliff.
The rain and snow fluttered, and the bare rocks were soon covered with ice and snow. Doors of light were slowly opening in the void, and figures wearing holy robes and holding scepters were stepping out from them. The priests came to the edge of the cliff one by one. The icy wind blew at the hem of their robes. They slowly raised the scepters in their hands. A ray of golden light seemed to break through the clouds, piercing through the darkness and descending from the sky. It seemed to resonate with the light and reflected on the scepters. Countless scepters shone in the darkness, connecting into one.
And in the center of this golden light, Sydney was looking down at the entire battlefield. The fierce battle below the sea cliff was reflected in her platinum eyes. Her expression was solemn as she slowly stretched out her hand and pressed down on the void below.
The attack of the undead was blocked again. Erouine's people were not defenseless on the ice. The skeleton army encountered the stone puppets that the Bugas gave to Brando. Although there were not many of them, it made Sauk, who was on the wall, feel a strong sense of vigilance in his heart. Why haven't the Bugas sent out their fleet yet? He raised his head and looked in the direction of the port. The direction of the airport of Faltan Port was dark. The solar eclipse had brought convenience to the movement of the undead army, but things in the world were often not perfect.
At this time, a scout Knight finally arrived from the rear. This young man brought the decision of the White Legion to Sauk.
"Captain Knight Sauk, after a quarter of an hour, whether the Bugas' fleet appears or not, the White Legion will launch an attack on time."
"Why? Don't we have to wait a little longer? But my target is the Bugas' fleet! "Sauk was even more surprised.
"Sir Knight thinks that we have wasted too much time. The Bugas may have seen through this. We have to force them to show up," the young man said.
Sauk nodded helplessly. If that was the case, the effect of the sneak attack would not be achieved. But the battle at Faltan Port had indeed made him vigilant. He also agreed with the view of the commander of the White Legion's Gryphon Legion, Sir Erlich. Previously, the human mage regiment's counterattack in Faltan Port was very decisive, directly causing the undead army to lose the ability to provide long-range magic support. That scene immediately aroused his previous suspicions. It was very likely that the other party was prepared.
But if that was the case, why did the other party abandon Faltan Port?
A faint sense of uneasiness lingered in his heart. However, at this moment, the undead army had completely spread out on the ice and was entangled with the stone puppets at Faltan Port. Between Faltan Port and the outer wall of Faltan, the two sides on the battlefield were locked in a fierce battle. It was impossible to retreat.
At this time, the only thing they could do was to continue attacking.
Until the winner was decided.
And it was at this moment that a thunderous sound suddenly rang out. Rumble, rumble, rumble. The sound was like a giant beast breaking out of the ground under the ground. It resounded throughout the entire battlefield and instantly reached the ears of everyone on both sides of the battle.
"What's that sound!"
"Oh my god, look at the sea!"
Sauk was standing on the southern wall of Faltan Port at this moment. He suddenly widened his eyes and looked in the direction of the bay of Faltan Port as if he had seen a ghost.
…
In the sacred and solemn hall, an angel seemed to be hanging on the dark and deep vault, silently watching everyone below, causing the hall to be silent. After the choir sang a hymn for a while, they went to the back to rest. Many citizens were praying silently in their chairs, and the sound of fighting from the direction of the port could be heard here. It was somewhat illusory, as if it was something that happened in another world.
The human face on the gate of the Fossa Sanctum looked at the sullen Haruz not far away. "Hey, little guy, you don't look very happy."
The little prince looked up at it listlessly. It was called Yolfo, the same name as the host of this sanctum. This was what it said. "I also want to fight, but they always look down on me. Yolfo, am I particularly useless?"
"No, I don't think so. That's because you're the crown prince. You know, identity is always very important to humans. Even if it's a gate, there's a distinction between high and low. Just like me, I'm the gate of the sanctum. Compared to those shabby and shabby civilian doors, I'm much more precious. I think those monks won't let me be damaged so easily."
"But it's not like that. Prince Lenarette had the experience of taking the lead, and my teacher often taught me that as the future king of Erouine, I have the need to protect my people from harm. But everyone is fighting for the future of Erouine, and I can only stay here. I don't understand why!" Haruz said loudly.
"Well, let me think." Yolfo looked thoughtful. "Maybe it's like this. Maybe you'll want to hear my story."
Hearing the story, the little prince was a little interested and looked curiously at the human face on the gate of the sanctum.
"You know, when I was young …"
"Wait, how can a gate be young?" Haruz doubted.
"Don't interrupt, because at that time, I was not a gate, but a teak. To be exact, a sapling. At that time, I was not entrusted with any important task …" Yolfo was not really angry at being interrupted. In fact, it was the opposite. Haruz's seriousness made it very happy. It took more than ten minutes to tell the story of how a teak tree grew, was cut down, and finally was made into the gate of the Forza Sanctum. This lengthy story was full of meaningless nonsense and imagination, but Haruz listened very attentively.
In the end, it concluded. "In short, what I want to say is that gold will shine wherever it is. Just like when I was still hanging out with those mediocre guys in the mountains, I already deeply understood this. That's why I've achieved what I have today. Do you understand, little guy?"
"Thank you, Yolfo. I understand what you mean!" Haruz did not question the fact that the latter's so-called achievement was actually being made into the gate of the sanctum. He said excitedly, "You mean, when I grow up, I'll be a real man!"
"Uh …" Yolfo was stunned. "Well, it's not that you can't understand it that way. Anyway, it's good that it's helpful to you, little guy."
"Thank you so much!" Haruz was very excited. "Yolfo, you've helped me a lot!"
"Uh … Wait, what do you want to do?"
Haruz turned around, his beautiful silver-gray eyes sparkling.
"I want to grow up right now!"
A quarter of an hour later —
A slim figure sneaked out from the back door of the sanctum. This was undoubtedly a beautiful half-elf girl, with a slender neck and picturesque eyebrows. She wore a somewhat old monk's robe, and her silver hair was scattered behind her head, casually tied into a long ponytail. Under the hair tips, pointed ears were exposed, but her face was flushed, and she looked a little nervous. Her temperament was weak, as if she would be blown away by the wind. As soon as the girl ran out of the church, she was caught red-handed by the soldiers of the White Lion Guards outside. When the young people from Tónigel saw the girl, they were so shocked that they almost jumped up.
"Your … Your Royal Highness!?"
"No … I'm not!" Haruz was stunned for a moment, then he understood something. His face was slightly red, and he hurriedly waved his hand helplessly. "I'm not the princess!"
Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that the Accelerated Growth Spell, which was classified as a transformational magic, would not only speed up his growth, but also make his hair grow longer. His original clothes were also torn apart. It was not easy for him to find such a cultivator's robe, but the only flaw was the current situation.
"No? Your Royal Highness? " The soldiers looked at Haruz suspiciously. In their view, the girl in front of them was clearly the eldest princess of Erouine — Gryphine.
"No, I, I mean …" Haruz saw that the soldiers had become a little suspicious, and he secretly felt that something was wrong. He quickly changed his words. "I … Yes, I'm the sister of the princess, my name is … Yes, Fu … Fosha! I, I'm secretly following the envoy this time! "
Princess Fosha? Her Royal Highness Gryphine has a sister? The young people of the White Lion Guards were suddenly at a loss. Most of them were just young people of the Tónigel and Menta generation before joining Brando, or at most the children of small nobles. Although they knew about Princess Gryphine and Prince Haruz, they did not know much about the members of the royal family. Besides, Haruz's current appearance was really the same as his sister's, so it was hard not to believe.
After a moment of consideration, the soldiers confirmed the authenticity of the "princess" in front of them. Not to mention other things, the temperament of a member of the royal family on her body could not be faked.
"Your … Your Royal Highness Princess Fosha," they quickly asked respectfully, "What orders do you have?"
"Yes, yes," Haruz breathed a sigh of relief. Although the development of the current situation was a little beyond his expectations, it was still developing in a good direction. He quickly replied, "Quickly take me to the front line!"
"Go to the front line?" The soldiers looked at each other. "Your Royal Highness, should we ask for the lord's opinion?"
"No, no need to trouble teacher," Haruz was shocked and quickly shook his head. "This … this …"
The soldiers of the White Lion Guards were staring at the sweaty and panicking little princess in confusion. But suddenly, a loud rumbling sound spread throughout the entire Fathom Harbor.
Everyone's attention was immediately attracted, including Haruz. They turned their heads and looked in the direction of the loud noise in bewilderment. The sound was like rolling thunder, continuous and accompanied by cracking sounds. It was like a giant beast breaking out of the ground. In an instant, the entire earth trembled.
"What's going on? What's that sound?" Someone in the crowd asked in surprise.
"It seems to be coming from the harbor!"
"Ah —" Haruz suddenly let out a low cry. He looked at the east of Fathom Harbor in shock — the direction of the Sublime Inland Sea.
A dazzling light was slowly rising from the darkness.
…
Sauk looked at the scene that was happening in front of him, dumbfounded. The eternal darkness was fading, and a dazzling red sun was rising from the sea level. The storm on the outer sea seemed to have subsided in an instant. The sunlight pierced through the dark clouds like sharp swords. The lightning and illusions under the clouds disappeared, and the darkness was receding from the entire land. Meanwhile, in the coastal waters, the thick layer of ice was melting and cracking apart. Terrifying cracks appeared on the ice, as if the ice that had never melted in ten thousand years was breaking apart from the middle. The undead army on the ice was facing a calamity of annihilation almost instantly.
Everyone witnessed this scene with their own eyes. Tens of thousands of undead were swallowed by the broken ice. The sea water and broken ice rolled up and down, and then nothing was left.
How could this be? Sauk was at a loss. Didn't the plan say that the eternal night would last for three days? He had imagined all kinds of scenarios in his mind, including the failure of the sneak attack, or the invasion of the Bugas, but there was no such scenario. He could not figure out why the people of Madara would trap themselves and drag the White Legion down with them.
Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of warning in his heart. He subconsciously raised his head, and with the help of the rising dawn, he was horrified to find that the direction of Fathom Harbor was empty. There was no sign of a fleet in the sky at all.
He was fooled. Sauk's heart was cold.
"Retreat!" There was only one thought in his mind at this moment. He could not help but roar at all the undead in Fort Seacliff, "Retreat!"
But unfortunately, it was still a little too late.
On the sea cliff, Sidney's platinum eyes reflected the brilliance of the morning sun, as if a raging flame was burning —
"The Grand Spell of Descent, the Holy Judgment of the Kings —"
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