The wind blew across the silver sand dunes, and the gravel was lifted up.
In the sky, the clouds were gradually gathering again. Brando seemed to remember something and handed the weak Amandina in his arms to Freya. "Wait for me."
Freya nodded silently.
Brando turned around and stepped on the sand to Wizard Sadr's side. The once famous wizard leader was now disheveled, and he was no longer as majestic as he used to be. He bent his body and lowered his head, staring blankly at the sand until Brando's boots appeared in his field of vision.
Only then did he raise his trembling head and stare straight at the young lord. He opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "You must be very proud, human."
Brando looked at the man's cloudy eyes. His silver pupils were bloodshot, like an old and dying beast. He did not even feel angry in his heart at the moment. He only replied faintly, "This is the choice of the people of Sasalde. Does it feel good to be a traitor?"
Wizard Sadr made a gurgling sound in his throat and laughed coldly. "So what? You are not a mortal."
Brando looked at him and could not help but show a trace of sadness in his eyes.
"Don't you understand? If we think we are, then we are one of the majority of people in this land. " He said quietly, "Because there are no Transcendents in this world. Even Mother Marsha never thought that she could be high and mighty. The truly pitiful ones are those who cut themselves off from the rest of the world."
"Sadr, there is no such thing as being born noble in this world, and blood cannot be a barrier between people. What Lady Martha gave you was not power, but responsibility. Unfortunately, you don't understand."
He slowly opened his arms as if he was embracing the wind and said softly, "Why are we proud? I am a mortal, a member of this tiny kingdom. I am the lord of Tónigel. This insignificant identity, but I cherish it very much. Why am I proud? It is not the power I was born with, but the trust people have in me. It is the connection and promise between people. It is all the precious feelings in this mortal world. "
"We are proud because we dare to protect all the beautiful things."
"This kind of pride," Brando looked at Sadr and replied with a heavy heart, "You don't understand."
Sorcerer Sadr screamed. His decaying body struggled and lunged over, but he fell heavily onto the sand dune. He used all his strength to grab the sand, as if he wanted to crush it. Unfortunately, he could only watch helplessly as the sand slipped through his fingers.
He fell on the sand dune and let out a howl like an injured beast...
Brando looked at him coldly.
"Isn't it easy to be mesmerized when my lord looks like this?" Amandina said softly as she looked at his back.
Freya was caught off guard by this question, but she was too embarrassed to try to cover it up, so she could only nod her head frantically.
Amandina looked at her with an amused expression.
"Erouine is so small, Freya. So small that Mr. Brando can disdain its throne. But it's so big, so big that he can't let go of everyone here. "She said meaningfully.
Freya responded with a 'ah', 'ah', 'en', 'en', 'en', 'en', 'en'.
"Freya, other than the Roman lady, you are the first to know my Lord." Amandina continued softly, "Although there are some things that I don't want to say, everyone can see it. If one day, one of us is unable to return from the battlefield, will you regret your thoughts at this moment? "
Freya was stunned.
She looked at Brando's back in the distance with a complicated expression.
"Amandina, I …"
"You don't have to tell me." Amandina said.
With that, she turned her head and gently bit her lip.
Freya's voice was like a mosquito's buzzing. "Miss, Amandina, I, I, I, I look really … really that obvious?"
Amandina's eyes widened. She turned around and looked at the hopeless ostrich.
After a while, she finally couldn't help but cover her mouth and burst out laughing.
"Degenerate, degenerate …"
Wizard Sadr lay on the sand dune, his voice like a candle in the wind.
Brando took one last look at the sad guy and turned to leave. But the King of Wizards seemed to have a final burst of strength. His whole body trembled violently, and he shouted with all his strength behind him, "Vladimir The Great will not let you go …"
Brando stopped and didn't look back. "What a coincidence, me too."
Adept Sadr's final expression was one of shock and astonishment.
He made a cracking sound in his throat and reached out as if he wanted to grab something, but his body's functions had long been lost along with his magic power. His head tilted slightly, and his whole body lost its vitality like a piece of dead wood.
The wind and sand rose, and the corpse of the Saasaldian Wizard Leader disintegrated like a weathered object, turning into sand and disappearing with the wind.
Freya supported Amandina as they walked over.
"What's wrong with you?" Brando looked at her face, which was a little too red.
"No, nothing …" The Erouine Valkyrie hurriedly changed the topic in a panic. "Brando, are we going to war with the Saasaldians again?"
"It's me," Brando replied casually. "The Wizard War is over. Erouine shouldn't be involved in this war anymore, but there are still some debts I have to collect. Prince Levin's death, Eke and his wife's death, everything must be accounted for."
… …
The burning giant ship was like a torch falling from the sky, and the steel was distorted and let out a wail similar to that of a giant beast. "Woo —" The people watched this tragic scene. The flames lit up the sky and reflected on everyone's faces.
Although the small airships around the Flash tried their best to save some people, the three hundred soldiers on the ship were destined to spill their blood on this foreign land.
It slowly fell to the ground, and everyone solemnly saluted in that direction. In the flames, the heroic spirits became eternal.
"The Flash sent the last signal, indicating that we should continue forward … …"
The soldier who gave the order held the note with red eyes, and for a moment, did not know whether to continue reading.
The old man waved his hand, leaned on his cane, and left without a word. The Knight was silent behind him. Many people knew that the person on the ship was the old man's eldest son. The people had lost too much, so much so that they had lost the right to grieve.
The sky was already in chaos.
The formation of the floating warships was intertwined with each other, and all kinds of emergency airships made the airspace even more chaotic. In the sky, there were flying beetles and screaming dragons, and dragons of different colors were fighting each other.
The light of magic penetrated the entire battlefield from time to time, and various colors of light and smoke intersected in the sky. Burning fireballs whimpered as they fell from the sky, and finally turned into a dazzling ball of fire that hit the ground. The corpses of the Dusk species fell like rain.
Two injured dragons were forced to leave the formation and began to make a forced landing in the direction of Canderbell City.
"Quick, cover them!"
On the warships, all kinds of sharp alarms were blaring. The Knight shouted loudly, even suppressing the hoarse voice of the messenger.
"There's a high-intensity magic reaction in front!"
"Full rudder left, evasive maneuver!"
"Sub fleet, change formation!"
"Watch the clouds, they're coming down!"
The beetles formed a huge arrowhead, and flew down from the clouds. The Cruz fleet was in a panic, and the limited counterattack could not cause fatal damage to these monsters.
Just as the tragedy was about to happen, a cloud was suddenly torn apart, and a huge silver dragon pounced from the right, smashing the beetles' formation into pieces. With a swing of her tail, Flora swept away countless beetles, and then spread her wings to split them in half. She turned around in the air, and then had the leisure to signal to the Cruz fleet.
The appearance of this elegant creature immediately caused the entire fleet to cheer. Everyone raised their hands, and excitedly waved the weapons in their hands. The captains and first officers on the warships saw this scene, and their hearts were filled with excitement. It was as if they had returned to the War of the Holy Saints a thousand years ago.
The battle had entered a white-hot stage.
A sub fleet of the Hazel suddenly broke away from the main fleet's formation, and launched a radical arrow formation towards the center of the battlefield. Their target was the huge black ball of light in the clouds, the source of the Battle of Kanebel.
The crazy actions of this fleet immediately triggered the situation of the entire battlefield. Everyone stopped, and many Knight rushed to the side of the ship, and looked at the scene in shock.
The black ball obviously felt threatened.
The Dusk army in the air began to gather in this direction under its command, and surrounded the fleet.
Aloz was the first to react.
"Stop them!"
The little female dragon's majestic voice resounded through the sky. Under her command, the dragons turned and climbed in order to seize a higher airspace. They needed to use swooping to divide and surround the beetles, which was the dragon's best tactic in the sky.
The humans also reacted. "Buy time for them!" Sir Armand raised the cane in his hand, and the flagship Cruz was the first to turn, and then everyone saw the flag:
Change formation.
All main warships entered the battle line.
The entire fleet exposed its side at the most dangerous moment, and released a group of pegasus Knights. The Cruz Knights raised their spears and roared as they rushed towards the flying beetles.
"For Cruz!"
The command was given.
On the side of the ship, the flintlock regiment had already set up a long dragon spear, and the filling crew finished filling it in a few seconds. The flag bearer waved his hand, and a row of white smoke rose from the side of the Cruz ship. The flying horseshoe beetles seemed to have crashed into a wall, and the first few rows fell down like rain.
On the ground, the forced landing of the two dragons caused a commotion.
Everyone in the Silver Bay Coalition Army was in awe of this battle, and they knew that this would be a war that would determine the fate of the entire world. Everyone silently prayed for their compatriots, praying for the fleet and dragons that came out of nowhere.
The attack of the Crystal Clusters on the ground temporarily stopped, and more and more Crystal Clusters were spreading their crystal wings and flying into the sky.
Many people spontaneously ran to the top of the city wall and looked at the sky. They clenched their weapons in their hands, and wished that they could join the battle themselves.
But the commanders of the coalition army had not given the order yet.
The old White Sword Saint Brandt saw the two injured dragons that were forced to land, and suddenly grabbed his coat from his attendant, carried his sword, and turned to leave the city wall. Little Duke Malvis was stunned when he saw this, "Uncle Brandt, where are you going?"
Brandt did not turn his head, "Time's up, to fight!"
Duke Malvis was stunned.
But suddenly, he made up his mind and quickly caught up, "Uncle Brandt, count me in!"
Brandt turned his head and glanced at this guy.
"You will die."
Little Duke Malvis gestured with his hand on his chest, "I know!"
Brandt then nodded approvingly, "That's more like it."
The two of them walked down the horse path.
Under the city wall, the soldiers looked up at their commander, and their expectant eyes said everything.
Amidst the creaking of the capstan, the heavy city gate slowly opened.
The human Knight was already in formation under the city wall, and the young Knight looked at the Purple Crystal Sea in the distance with a solemn expression. They took a deep breath, and their pupils of different colors were all filled with nervousness. Brandt stood beside these young people and pointed his sword forward, "Get ready!"
The Knight pulled down their metal masks, and the white mist condensed into frost on the metal.
The first and second rows began to jog faster and passed by the suspension bridge.
The spears were like a forest, and the banners were like the sea.
Brandt turned his head back on his horse and saw that his granddaughter had already climbed to the top of the city wall.
The Nun Princess's expression was cold as she stared at the Crystal Cluster Sea in the distance. The two dragons had already fallen to the hills in the north, and the Crystal Clusters flew in that direction in an overwhelming manner.
She raised her hand, and the Book of Gaia had been released from its restraints and was surrounding her. The pages of the book were flipping.
A huge magic circle appeared above the girl's head.
The Crystal Clusters noticed the movement in this direction, and a few of the long-range Crystal Clusters immediately began to divert their firepower. However, the stray arrows that flew past Magadal were also blocked by a pale yellow light net.
The girl's voice was clear as she spoke:
"Chapter 7, Creation."
She raised her hands, and in a loud roar, stone pillars that were tens of meters wide rose from the ground. The Knight was jogging faster, and these stone steps were like waves that carried them forward steadily, as if a bridge had been raised in the Purple Crystal Sea.
All the Crystal Clusters that rushed towards the bridge were immediately crushed by a bright yellow crystal storm.
All the soldiers on the city wall were stunned.
Then, there was a burst of cheers.
In the sky, the two commanders looked at the scene on the ground and nodded at the same time. Their colleagues below were not simple. The Silver Bay Coalition Army's actions at this time were just right when the Twilight Army was about to move. Even they felt uncomfortable watching it, let alone the other party.
Now that the Crystal Cluster Army could not take care of the front and rear, in a sense, this greatly reduced the pressure on them.
In this case, of course, they would not waste the wonderful assistance of the Silver Bay Coalition Army.
On the battlefield, the Hazel's sub-fleet was close to its limit.
The Hazel people sent out their last signal flag. The flag had no meaning, it was just a salute to their colleagues.
Everyone was quiet.
It was a flag that symbolized wisdom and courage.
The two commanders took off their hats, held them in their hands, and saluted in the direction of the flag.
The giant dragon swooped down, splitting the swarm of Zergs on the battlefield into two, so that they could no longer catch up with the Hazel people's fleet. The main fleet of the Cruz people and the Hazel people were firing round after round, and the bullet screen did not stop for a moment.
The battlefield seemed to have stopped at this moment.
The small fleet released their last air Knight. The Knight piloting the Mech rushed into the swarm of Zergs in front with fearless courage. Then, there was a dazzling flash, explosion, and shockwaves, as if countless suns were lit up in the sky at the same time.
Everyone raised their heads.
They watched as the fleet tore through the opening and went straight into the black ball in the clouds.
A signal was transmitted to the entire fleet at the same time.
A bigger explosion was produced.
At that moment, it was as if the whole world had darkened, and only a bright ball of light was left in everyone's eyes. The ball of light suddenly shot out in all directions, and the dazzling white light shrouded everything. The huge roar caused everyone on the battlefield to experience tinnitus and deafness for a short period of time. Thus, this white and flawless world seemed to have quieted down.
The shockwave swept through everything in an instant.
The closest Zergs were directly vaporized into ashes.
The airflow affected the giant dragons, forcing them to scatter their formation, not to mention the human fleet. The airflow almost knocked everyone off their feet. But people quickly got up from the deck and looked in the direction of the black ball.
Then everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
Above the huge black ball in the sky, there was a huge head.
A metal dragon.
Across the world.
The city of Candlebell was as small as a speck of dust in front of it.
Its indifferent silver eyes looked at the world, half of its body was exposed outside the black ball, and only half of its wings had not been stretched out in the ball …
It was obvious that the life-risking attack had interrupted its teleportation process.
Looking at the metal dragon, the dragons were silent.
Aloz's heart was filled with complicated feelings.
Once upon a time, it was the dragon's faith and pride —
The Dragon God Bahamut.
But at this moment, they had to bid farewell to their past.
The little female dragon suppressed the grief in her heart and shouted, "We can't let the sacrifice go to waste, before it comes out, let's form a formation — there's only one chance!"
"Listen to my command, dragons!"
"Supreme circle magic — Dragon Strike!"
The dazzling light pierced through the sky.
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