Brando turned around and looked at the others in the wind that was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
"Just like Madara, the Nine-headed Phoenix has fought against monsters for a long time, and we have lost countless of our loved ones. No matter what, teacher, I am willing to fight against them." She took a deep breath and tried her best to calm herself down. She opened her mouth and replied: "Just like Madara, the Nine-headed Phoenix has also fought against monsters for a long time.
Fang Qi walked up.
"Count."
"You want the Sacred Jade Sword back?" Brendel saw through his thoughts with a single sentence.
"But our strength is insignificant."
"It's okay, I need a promise from you."
"Phantom Chariot is a man of his word."
"Even if it's about the Mystery of the Emerald?"
Fang Qi hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and nodded.
A green jade sword suddenly appeared in Brando's hand. He turned the tip of the sword and handed it over. "I hope you won't disappoint me, Mr. Fang Qi."
Fang Qi's pale hand grasped the hilt of the green jade sword.
Quill grabbed Adney's shoulder as she was about to rush up. Adney struggled and shouted anxiously, "This is a chance for him to return the Omniscient Eye to us. Quill, what are you doing?"
The Elven ranger looked at her and shook his head silently. "This is not a chance, Adney. Does the Omniscient Eye really belong to us?"
"But it …"
"You and I are not its owner. We are just people who carry it. The Omniscient Eye stayed in the Desert Kingdom because it chose Lubic. It is the same now —"
"Then what do we do? What about our mission?"
"Have you forgotten the teachings of Ra?"
"Of course not."
"That's enough." Quill let go of her shoulder. "Wisdom is the power of silence. We must always see the road ahead and know who our enemies and friends are. Follow him. He is right. Madara cannot lose this war."
"Hmph!" Adney snorted. She pulled out her sword, turned around, and pointed the bright sword to the sky. "Knights of Ra's Wings, no … I mean my colleagues of the Sunflower Mercenary Group, draw your swords and let's go!"
"What is the Sunflower Mercenary Group?"
"God knows. Don't doubt the vice-captain's naming ability. Did you know that her first cat was called Grayley? Grayley's daughter was called Whitey, and Whitey's son was called Blackie."
"What about the dark-skinned son or daughter?"
"No, there was one time when the deputy commander didn't hold it as tightly as he did when he was bringing it out. It ran away like it was flying and never came back."
"That's really sad."
The Knight could not help but laugh as he pulled out his longsword while talking and laughing.
The wind carried the conversation of the Rubik's people to Brando's ears. He looked in that direction. It was the Knights of Ra's Wings. No wonder the quality of these knights was so high. That was Rubik's Knights of the Holy Temple. They were the core force that guarded the Sun Temple. Their status was similar to Cruz's Flame Knight, but their numbers were less than half of Flame's.
"Mr. Blank," Brando said, "I'll leave Miss Magadal to you. It might be difficult to take care of her on the battlefield."
Blank nodded.
"Metisha, I'll leave the rest to you."
The Silver Elf Princess nodded silently. She raised her right hand, and a shining silver card spun in her palm, and finally turned into a long horn.
The long sound of the horn echoed throughout the battlefield.
"Whose horn is that?"
She turned her head and looked at the officials.
"Maybe it's their horn …."
"For the past few days, they haven't sounded their horn. Why would they suddenly sound it today?"
"This … … We don't quite understand, Your Majesty."
"Then go and find out."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
She turned around, her black robe flowing across the marble platform like water. The scepter in her pale hand was flowing with a mercury-like luster. Her pale face did not seem to have the emotions of a living person. It was cold, indifferent, and unhurried.
The undead regained their footing, and the white fog was eroding the entire battlefield. Thousands of Knights lined up in a long line, like an invisible blade cutting into the army of the Crystal Cluster. When the Knight collided with the Crystal Cluster, there was no sound. There was neither a shout nor the sound of metal colliding. It was like a silent image, a replay of the scene from a thousand years ago. The illusory Knight passed directly by the Crystal Cluster like a ghost.
But the image returned to normal in the next moment. The surface of the Crystal Cluster that came into contact with the Lost Names quickly lost its color, became dim, and then shattered into colorless and transparent crystal fragments.
This invisible blade swept across the left wing of the battlefield, and the Crystal Cluster army there immediately collapsed. A huge gap appeared on the battlefield, as if as long as the undead seized this opportunity, they could turn defeat into victory and win the battle in one fell swoop.
But the seven undead legions were powerless. The enemy, at least twenty times their number, was firmly nailing every bit of the undead's reserve forces in place. The Crystal Cluster's work was disorderly, but effective.
Like their opponents, they were not afraid of death.
The black eyes of the person holding the mercury staff were cold. She did not give any orders, as if this battle, which concerned the survival of the Roman Black Rose, had nothing to do with her.
But everyone understood that at this point in the war, the rest was up to fate.
If the Dead Moon still cared for everyone.
Woo, woo, woo. The long sound of the horn sounded again.
Andrea and her colleagues were coming out of a crystal forest, and the battle of the entire Finhotos Strait was presented before these 122 War Goddesses.
In the southern part of the inner sea of the Dead Moon, there was no landmark named Finhotos, and the reason why this place was called the strait was because it was located between the Calm Sea and the Lunar Sea. The names of these two seas were said to come from an ancient inheritance, and the only 'land' protruding from the 'sea' between them could be called the strait.
Outside the Elemental Frontier, there was no real sea. Even if there was seawater, it had long been exhausted by the frenzied magic that escaped in the tens of thousands of years of war. This was a world without life.
But there was hope in silence, and it was because of its existence that Wohnde was like a baby in swaddling clothes, nurturing life and the future in its sleep.
The mothers gave the two to the two worlds.
As the elder brother, it was his duty to protect this world. The people who were born here never regretted it, because they believed that one day, the support from their grown brother would completely rewrite this war.
That was the only hope of this world.
This world was called Magritos, which meant the frontier.
This was the frontier of civilization.
Andrea looked at everything on the battlefield, and for a moment, thousands of memories appeared in her mind. Most of these memories didn't come from her, but from the last moments of countless ancestors who had sacrificed themselves on the battlefield. Their experiences and hopes were engraved in the hearts of all the descendants.
'One day, the people we protect from another world will come here from the other side of the door. The power of the growing civilization will ultimately obtain victory in the Eternal War —'
"We can't hold on any longer. Day after day, year after year, where are they?"
"Have we been abandoned, Lady Martha …?"
"I don't want to die!"
"Andrea, I'm in pain …"
"They're here," Andrea said softly, "Sisters."
Although they were still weak, the seed of hope had been planted. One day, it would grow into a towering tree. In this way, this war had a meaning.
Andrea turned around.
"Sisters, prepare for battle. The heroic spirits can't hold on for long. The key is to tell them, tell every Wohnde that the Earth Legion is still fighting —"
She put on her helmet.
Everyone did the same thing and put on their helmets.
The helmet was very different from the Wohnde. It didn't have a metallic luster on the surface. Instead, it looked more like a crystal mask. It was dark and reflected a dark green light.
Rows of data flowed down from the black crystal mask like a waterfall and reflected in Andrea's eyes.
Then, it merged into one and formed a spinning mark of Tiamat.
"Requesting high-level agreement authorization …"
"Connecting to the battlefield …"
"Requesting battlefield data link …"
"Loading Tiamat system."
"Authority: Goddess of War."
120 people raised their heads slightly at the same time. A bright silver mark appeared on their foreheads. "Flying mode." Andrea's voice reached the ears of all her companions through the telepathic communication system.
Only the will couldn't be destroyed. On the battlefield at dusk, telepathic communication was the safest way to transmit information.
Legend had it that this was a system developed by the Divine People and Planeswalkers.
122 wings of light stretched out from their backs at the same time.
"Requesting Nucleus XIV to drop weapons, ambush configuration —"
Andrea looked up.
In the sky, three huge spots of light appeared above the clouds. They were three magic arrays formed by crisscrossing lines of law. They corresponded to the stars of the Dragon of War, Tiamat. The huge magic array rotated like a gear.
Every time it rotated, it swept away the thick clouds. Beams of light fell from the sky and landed in various positions on the battlefield.
Andrea raised her hand, and a beam of light immediately appeared in her hand. The beam of light condensed into a pitch-black blade in a few seconds.
Then, the beam of light fell on her body. A streamlined armor immediately covered her body.
"Get ready to go!"
She shouted in a low voice.
"Wait, there's a higher authority on the battlefield!"
Suddenly, someone cried out in alarm.
There was panic in the communication channel.
For the first time in 1,600 years, the footprints of the Divine People appeared outside the Elemental Frontier again. Andrea suppressed the shock in her heart. She whispered to her companions.
"Don't panic. Lock onto his position and ask who he is."
"Is it Gaia's will?"
"Or is it the truth?"
"Andrea …" The voice in the communication channel was almost crying. "His authority is too high. The system told us that we can't request it. Oh my god, look at that mark … That, that, that is …? No, no, no … He's not the first generation … That's … "
"Martha above, the Divine People —!!"
Seven thousand years later.
The Divine People returned to Wohnde.
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