The Saasaldian fleet in the sky had been silent for a long time.
Apart from the purple waves on the ground that were still sweeping towards Valhalla, the battle in the sky had sunk into a strange silence.
The Saasaldian floating ships that flickered with silver light hovered in the air. The attacks had stopped, as if time had stopped.
Their opponents, the Tónigel fleet, were turning around. The huge silver fleet directly exposed their flanks to the Saasaldians, and their cannons were facing the ground.
This seemingly strange scene was actually playing out in front of everyone at this moment.
"What's going on?"
The main offensive on the battlefield was being led by the Crystal Cluster army, but the allied noble army that had not gone far was now in a perplexed state.
The continuous changes on the battlefield caught them off guard. For a moment, they could not even tell which side was their ally and which side was their enemy.
The allied noble army's reaction was slow.
Time continued to pass minute by minute.
In the captain's room of the Saasaldian flagship, the Saint Patcher, the atmosphere was even more bizarre than on the battlefield.
Facing the young man in front of him, González suddenly understood that he might have had to make such a choice. Perhaps he should have understood it long ago. When the other party suddenly appeared in front of them with the staff 'Togriffin', he should have understood everything.
The captain's room was silent.
It was hard to imagine that there had been an endless stream of people here just a moment ago. Messengers and officers of all kinds came in and out, and cartographers were constantly changing the markings on the map. The clamor of commands and announcements was like a market.
"You can choose death."
Brando calmly looked around. The thirteen high-ranking Saasaldian officers subconsciously shrank back under his gaze. Only the red-robed archmage on the ship glared at him, his eyes spitting fire.
He let go of his hand and let Archmage Hollis' staff hover in the air.
More than a dozen pairs of eyes fell on the staff.
"And let your fleet be buried with you."
"How can a mortal like you resist the great Saasaldian fleet?!" The red-robed Magus bellowed and pointed his staff at Brando. The crystal at the tip of the staff immediately radiated a bright light.
But before he could cast his spell, Brando had already pointed at him lightly. The power of space seemed to lock the old mage tightly, choking his lips and tongue, making him unable to move or say a word.
Brando looked at the man indifferently. "Only the people of the sky are high and mighty, because they are born with a special privilege different from mortals. Even though you've fallen into the mortal world today, you're still unwilling to give up your arrogance — "
"You can start wars, you can control the fate of mortal kingdoms, but do you think that the Saasaldians are not responsible for all that they have done?"
He shook his head and smiled contemptuously.
"Naive."
"Don't be complacent too early, Erouine. You destroyed the fleet of the people of the sky, and this matter will never end —!" The old Magus suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, as if he had broken free from the restraints of space. He shouted at Brando at the top of his lungs.
Brando did not look at him. His gaze fell on the others. In the captain's room, other than the arrogant Saasaldian Magus, no one dared to look him in the eye.
Even the middle-aged noble, who was obviously the commander of these people, subconsciously remained silent and lowered his head.
"I never said that this matter would end here." His gaze fell back on the unruly old Magus, and there was an unprecedented coldness.
This was supposed to be a pointless war.
However, those who shouldn't have fallen in this war had made unnecessary sacrifices for it.
Eco and his wife.
The king's eldest son.
Yura, who was seriously injured.
Amandina, whose life and death were unknown.
And the Eldest Princess and her brother, and Freya, who had disappeared without a trace.
All of this should belong to this damned war, and to the culprits who started this war.
When he thought of the upheaval in Lantonilan and the death of Eco and his wife, Brando felt a piercing pain in his heart. He even remembered that before he left Erouine, he had deliberately reminded the couple to pay attention to their own itinerary.
The tragic script of history should have been avoided.
Everything in Erouine should have been progressing on the positive side.
But a moment of negligence led to such a bitter outcome.
Perhaps he could have been more careful.
More decisive.
If he had ended the chaos in Erouine earlier before all this happened — he had the support of the Eldest Princess, and he had Lantonilan and Viero as allies. Even the Highland Knights were kind to him, and as an indispensable part of the kingdom's political landscape, the Royal Faction was willing to reconcile with him.
As long as he was willing.
He could have rebuilt the former alliance of the nobles, single-handedly ended the chaos between the north and the south, and let Erouine return to prosperity and unity.
Perhaps in that case, all of this should not have happened.
But —
Was it really so?
It was a happy and harmonious Aouine, where everyone seemed to have gotten what they wanted from Arreck's corpse. It was a flourishing Aouine, where everyone seemed to have obtained enough benefits from the carcass.
Was that his ultimate purpose for returning to this era?
No.
Brando shook his head firmly in his heart.
The future Erouine should not be just like this.
Perhaps he still had ideals in his heart, perhaps the Eldest Princess was strong enough, perhaps the Royal Faction was still willing to keep their promises.
But they were not Erouine.
Just as the late King Eco swore under his sword:
"I swear under this sword the Sage's oath —"
"I swear to lead my people — to lead them away from strife and slaughter, away from the arrogance and greed of the Empire's nobles; I swear to not repeat this cold-blooded mistake of history!"
"I will let the nobles of this new kingdom follow the spirit of the Knight — fair and strict, upright and brave, merciful and generous. I swear this oath, and I will abide by it for the rest of my life."
That sonorous and powerful voice still reverberated in an era like today's.
Erouine's glory was destined to belong to such a revolutionary era.
She would get rid of all the old things. Her successors would be fair and strict, upright and brave, merciful and generous. Those young people would inherit the glory of the past and be honored enough to take over the sacred flag.
They would not be the Royal Faction.
Because the old nobles would never be able to bear such glory.
He knew that Her Highness would eventually understand all of this.
It was just like the truth that she finally understood in the end of history.
Because she and them were destined to be different people.
Once, all of this came too late.
But today, perhaps there were different variables from the beginning.
"This is the value of my existence here," Brando raised his head and looked at the old wizard with a twisted face. As if the natural opposition of the new and the old order, the two looked at each other indifferently, "I will achieve all of this, and anyone who stands in my way — no matter who he is, will be reduced to ashes."
"Haha … ha," the old wizard breathed heavily and looked at the young man Erouine who was talking to himself like a madman, "Just like how mortals can never understand the vastness of the sky, it seems that a moment of luck has made you start to get delusional … You don't understand the power of the Buga people at all."
"You don't understand my power either."
Brando replied coldly.
He turned back again and looked at the others in the captain's room with some indifference, "The Saasaldians are high and mighty, but you should understand that you are not the ones high and mighty. And as slaves, do you also want to share the last glory of your master? Even die for them, but God knows how important your sacrifice will be in their minds? "
No one spoke.
Not far from the drawing table was a display of clocks. In the silent room, there was only the monotonous ticking of the hands for a moment.
The red-robed wizard of the Saasaldians was also arrogant. He allowed Brando to encourage his former subordinates in front of him, but he did not say a word and just watched the scene indifferently.
The staff floating in the middle of the cabin made him realize the failure of this trip.
But how could the Saasaldians be afraid of failure?
Not to mention losing to mortals.
The pride of the people of the sky came from the power they had mastered for generations. Such power, within the territory they could reach, was the eternal truth.
Everyone knew what would happen to them if they refused.
The terrible young man in front of them killed everyone, including the Great Wizard Hollis, and even brought back his staff, Togriffin. He was a god-like figure that they could only look up to.
However, on this unknown battlefield, he turned into the dust of history.
Everyone subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
The respected officers looked at each other and looked at each other. In the end, everyone's gaze fell on González.
Count Siva coughed bitterly and stood up from his seat. His figure was obviously dejected.
"I admit the victory of Erouine's people. I hope … My colleagues and I can at least enjoy the last bit of dignity."
This was a surrender.
But Brando shook his head.
Under everyone's gaze, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "I think everyone is mistaken about one thing. This is not the battlefield of the human countries. Please take a good look outside the porthole and see who your enemy is."
"This is a war. It has never started, and perhaps it will never end. Gentlemen, you and I have heard all the legends about it. Every time this happens, as the people of Martha, shouldn't we stand together and fight side by side?"
"Please ask yourselves. Who is your enemy? What should you protect? Do you want to continue helping the evildoers and destroy all hope with your own hands? Let this world turn into ashes? Is this what you want? "
"This is the Holy War. It is the final battle between order and civilization. Gentlemen, you should understand that the people of Saasalde are not Erouine's people, but you."
Brando grabbed the staff, Togriffin, and threw it forward. The silver staff fell on the deck and rolled to González's feet.
"Sir Commander, give the order to mobilize your fleet. I, Count Tónigel, represent Erouine's people and ask the Banxians for help. If you still remember the sacred oath, please turn your warriors around and let us fight for victory together!"
"Sir …"
González was stunned for a moment.
The fleet commander with graying sideburns subconsciously turned around and glanced at his colleagues one by one.
At this moment.
Perhaps they did not dare to forget the oath.
Perhaps they could not forget the oath.
But the time when the various countries of the world fought side by side and abandoned all prejudices for a common goal seemed very, very long ago.
It was so far away that it seemed like a legend.
Remember the oath of the past?
No matter how dark and depraved it was …
But those who rose up to resist had won in the end.
"I …" Count Tónigel never thought that his voice would be so hoarse and dry. "We … understand. Thank you, Sir."
Brando waved his hand.
He took one last look at the red-robed wizard who was fixed in midair, as if he was looking at a dead fish. Then he turned and walked out of the captain's room.
… …
Everything was far away.
The darkness was still filled with the sounds of footsteps and splashing water. It was filled with the smell of blood flowing like a river.
There were distant and hoarse howls. There was the loud sound of a huge object being overturned. Trees were burning, and when the bark peeled off, there was the crisp sound of death.
The distant and ancient legend still continued to this day … …
In the darkness, he seemed to see a picture scroll.
The raging flames reflected the whole sky. In the dark night, there were golden red clouds, and a rain of fire was falling from the sky.
A huge incomplete moon stared at the cracked land behind the clouds. Lava spread out from under the surface. On the vast battlefield, the giants shining with the light of stars were engaged in a final battle with their enemies.
The giant's father was bitten on the ankle by the giant wolf Fenrir, and a black shadow suddenly shrouded the pale moon. The giant's children fled in all directions, and a tall figure holding a giant spear came in front of the dying giant.
Countless voices screamed, as if it was a picture of the end of the world.
The burning spear pierced into the Giant's Father's chest.
"We should have won … …"
The heavy footsteps suddenly stopped.
Before the weak consciousness finally dissipated.
Andrea silently looked at the middle-aged human male's corpse in front of her. Baron Dahl's empty eyes looked at the sky, as if there was still the last despair and unwillingness in his eyes.
He, or this creature that should no longer be called a human, had an inhuman silver-gray face. Disgusting crystal tumours grew on the loose skin of his face. This terrible monster still maintained the state of the last moment before its death. The horror of that moment still remained on its face. It opened its mouth wide, but it couldn't make the last sound from its throat.
Because a light spear had pierced its chest from the front to the back, fixing its decaying corpse on the ground at a certain angle to its body.
The young girl lowered her head and watched this scene. Her beautiful face under the silver mask seemed a little indifferent.
Rather than saying that she was looking at the things in front of her, it would be better to say that her gaze was lingering in a distant memory.
In a loud bang, the burning tree trunk in the distance was falling. The final attack of the Crystal Cluster army arrived in front of the third line of defense in Valhalla.
Countless roaring flames and fireworks were rising from the purple sea.
Then, a tsunami of cheers broke out behind her.
In the sky, both the Tónigel and Saasaldian fleets were slowly turning around and neatly forming a battle line.
The two fleets were converging.
That was the last place the Crystal Cluster army could reach.
Even without looking back, Andrea knew that the Twilight army was beginning to retreat. Her cloak fluttered slightly, and the broken cloth seemed to be able to brush across the entire battlefield.
They were the shadows of the earth.
The nightmare of the gods.
But they were not without enemies.
"And us," Andrea said softly. She raised her head and looked into the distance, "And them, we can defeat your master. What the Twilight Dragon gave you is just a dream."
"Victory is not far away … …"
As she spoke, the girl slowly reached out, held her spear, and pulled it back.
The baron's corpse, which had lost all signs of life, emitted a crisp sound from his chest. His entire body slowly fell forward to the ground.
His corpse slowly melted, flowing on the ground like mercury. Then, it dried up and turned into silver powder. It was swept up by a whirlwind and scattered in the wind.
The Noh Race.
The Twilight Race was born from magic. As long as the energy was not extinguished, they would continue to multiply.
In the war of the past, they had once destroyed the kingdom of the giants.
However, in this never-ending war, they also had such an old enemy.
… …
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