Incirsta swayed. "This is a decisive battle … The Empire has invested so many troops in the south, but Her Majesty has never told us …"
"What did she say?"
"At least one-third of the Empire's military strength is here." Incirsta clenched his fist and growled. "If these legions are gathered together, what about Fanzin and Cruz?"
"Look over there." Tarkus walked up and pointed in a direction.
"The Flag of the Dead Moon." Madara's future star suddenly felt dizzy. "Her Majesty the Emperor!"
Brando pursed his lips tightly. This was undoubtedly a decisive battle, and Erouine's greatest enemy, the Empire of the Dead Moon, was about to be defeated in this battle. However, he did not feel a trace of joy in his heart, only a deep fear. He looked at the sea that shone with purple light, and looked at the Somir Crystals that fell from the clouds. His heart was cold.
Was this a battle between the Undead and the Crystal Cluster?
The scale of this battle had already surpassed the Battle of the Oblique Forest in his previous life, and the Seifer War in the Year of the Sparks. Only the battle in the Alkash Mountains before his time travel could be comparable to this.
However, the Empire of the Dead Moon, which was so powerful that it seemed to be invincible, actually lost in such a crucial battle. In his eyes, the flags that represented the legions were disappearing in the sea.
That represented not only the defeat of the Undead, but also the withered petals of the Roman black rose. If Madara lost one-third of its military strength here, then it was still unknown whether the Empire could maintain itself.
Needless to say, would the Crystal Cluster stop their march to the north because of this?
It was very difficult to say —
What was going on?
Brando could not help but ask himself. He did not know if the Empire of the Dead Moon had also experienced such a tragic battle in the south in his previous life. At that time, the south of the Sea of the Dying Moon was a forbidden zone for players. His Majesty the Emperor had forbidden any northern nobles from entering the south. Naturally, it was the same for players.
No one knew whether the war in the south of the Empire was intense or mild, whether it was a local conflict or an all-out war. Brando could not remember whether the Emperor was in the Realm of Eternal Death when the War of the Black Rose broke out. This was the tragedy of Erouine. The war in Erouine did not even attract the attention of the Emperor.
"This is the war between the World of Order and Dusk. Brando, no one can stay out of this."
White Mist jumped down from Metisha's shoulder and landed beside his feet, watching this scene.
Brando turned around and found that everyone seemed to be under a spell as they stared blankly at this scene. Some of them came from the Nine Phoenixes, which had a powerful empire behind them. Some came from Rubic, which was a desert kingdom. Although it was not as glorious as Kirrlutz and Madara, it had a long history.
There were also some who came from his territory, from the small country of Aouine. Other than Medissa, most of them had never seen such a magnificent war in their lives. Although Delphine had witnessed the battle between the Empire and Hazel's army of constructs in the Gray Hills, she had never seen such a magnificent war before.
However, that battle took place in the Gray Hills, and the battlefield was less than ten kilometers wide. Compared to the battle in front of them, it was like a child's play. Even Brando's eyes reflected this battle, and his heart was surging.
The Holy War sixty years ago seemed to be reappearing in front of his eyes.
The might of the Dead Moon Empire had exceeded everyone's expectations. The eight massive legions almost made the Kirrlutz feel ashamed, not to mention that this was only a third of their total strength. Of course, due to various reasons, the undead had never been able to gather their full strength.
The dark lords fought with each other. If it were not for the appearance of the mercury staff, this powerful and rare kingdom would have almost gone into obscurity forever.
However, those who were not involved in it always indulged in the past glory of the Empire, such as Delfien and Brando. They never thought that outside the human world, there was a power that was not inferior to the Four Holy Cathedrals in the slightest.
That was the Black Rose of the Roman Tuo.
Except for Brando, no one knew this secret. It was not that they could not understand it, but because arrogance and pride blinded most people's eyes.
But now, this powerful enemy was being crushed by an army that was completely unfamiliar to this world. Its enemy seemed to have no intelligence. They only knew how to swarm forward and swallow everything, and then the Empire of the Dead Moon was defeated.
It was a complete and utter defeat.
Everyone heard the sound of something being broken. It was the countdown of the original order being overturned, and the destruction of the civilized world by the power of disorder and chaos.
Adeline seemed to have thought of something, and her face turned pale.
Incirsta and Tarkus did not say a word. The former was still clenching his fists.
Huang Huo bit her lower lip, and Mr. Liu's face was solemn.
Brando had a solemn and pensive look.
But at this moment, a few spots of light suddenly flashed in the sky, and a few intertwined golden lines extended from nowhere, instantly penetrating the entire battlefield.
In the middle of the clouds was Leviathan.
When Brando raised his head in shock, the dazzling flames had already exploded in mid-air in the middle of the battlefield.
It was like a flare brighter than the sun. A few roaring fireballs burned fiercely in the sky of the battlefield, and the dazzling light made the light of the entire battlefield dim, as if the day had turned into night in an instant.
But the phenomenon only appeared for a moment.
The mushroom cloud had risen with endless smoke and dust, and the shock wave pushed the dust cloud forward, rushing into the forest with a whoosh. Then, tons of dust and debris swept over.
Brando reacted quickly. He stretched out his hand and pushed it forward, opening up a net of spatial laws, blocking all the dust and air waves outside. But even so, the light shield was still bent at a terrible degree, and the impact was far greater than the impact of the crystal clusters on it previously.
"What's the matter?" someone shouted in the roar of the explosion.
But the noise drowned out his question, and at the same time drowned out the answers of others.
But a thought flashed through Brando's mind. Was there a third party on the battlefield?
Was it Madara's backup force, or was it an ally of the undead?
He looked back at Incirsta, but the latter and Tarkus had the same blank look on their faces. They had never seen such an offensive and means before.
Was this magic?
Brando felt that it was a little familiar. He wondered if the Bugas had participated in the battle. For the Silver Folk, this was very likely, because after all, their opponent was the Twilight Dragon.
The smoke and dust soon dissipated.
Immediately, someone screamed, "Look over there!"
Brando looked in that direction and saw that the horizon was shrouded in clouds, and a white mist hundreds of feet high rose. In that mist, there seemed to be thousands of troops gathering.
Those were the Lost Names.
The direction they were in …
Brando's heart tightened slightly. He saw rows of Lost Names Knights, armed with spears, dressed in armor, and riding warhorses made of clouds and mist, coming out of the depths of the mist.
They were in formation.
The Knights of the Lost Names were expressionless and silent. A Lost Names Knight in a cloak and a laurel crown on his head rode past the Knight on the left and right. He held his longsword high, and the translucent tip of the sword seemed to reflect the light of the sun.
"That's King Erik …" Blank suddenly shouted in shock.
Brando also saw it.
It was the Lionheart Sword.
That scene seemed to overlap with what had happened a thousand years ago.
On the plain, the flags were shining, and the Knights wore long helmets and held spears. They lined up against each other, facing the heavy cavalry of the Cruz people.
The man in front of them shouted to them:
"Erouine people, my Knights, are you afraid?"
There was only one answer.
… …
"They're here again, Your Majesty."
A pale, slender hand slowly lowered a long staff flowing with silver light. She looked at the battlefield in silence.
"Those are our heroes sleeping in the long river of history. The sages have long passed away, but they still protect us. Isaac, do you still think we are the only ones facing this war alone?"
"But I don't understand, Your Majesty, who are they?"
The Most High with the mercury staff opened her mouth slightly and said the name in an almost inaudible voice:
"The Earth Legion."
Rows of pale-white knights were walking out of the clouds. Their spears were raised high like a forest, and the tip of the spear was shining with a dazzling light. In their memories from a thousand years ago, the only answer lingered in their minds like a ghost.
What was the answer?
The war horses began to accelerate and trotted on the battlefield. The Knights held their heads high and put down the tip of their spears in rows.
A white wave appeared on the battlefield. They surged, wrapped in the momentum of thousands of soldiers and horses. These Knights' faces were blurred, and their bodies were illusory. Each face represented a distant memory when they were alive. The past, present, and future were intertwined in their eyes.
They had no names, lost their nationality, and no longer belonged to any nation or race. Everything in their life, together with their past, seemed to have passed away like smoke.
And everything that was left.
They only existed for this answer.
The defeated left wing of the undead stopped instantly. A blade that emitted the light of Bai Leng appeared on the battlefield. It swept across the vast land and cut diagonally into the purple sea.
It collided with a loud bang.
At that moment, Brando turned around.
"We will also join the war."
"My Lord, what did you say?" Metisha asked in surprise.
"Madara can't lose this war," Brando said to Metisha, "Just like the decisive battle on the Great Plains that humans can't lose, Odin gave us a choice, and now we must give him an answer."
This answer had been waiting for a thousand years.
It was a long time.
But the four sages finally returned everything to the hands of the people who should decide it. At that moment, Brando suddenly understood the meaning of the Most High Holy.
IX: The Hermit
The rusty spring was being reset.
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