One or two arcs of light streaked across the sky above the battlefield, and the brilliance of magic intertwined with each other. Occasionally, stray arrows would hit the towering Resonant Crystal Tower, and the brilliance of the explosion outlined a hemispherical network.
In the cloudy sky, the Sorcerer King in a purple robe stared at the huge black sphere in the middle of the battlefield with a solemn expression. It was the passage through which the Goddess of the Dead Moon had teleported to this world. At this moment, seven or eight light portals opened one by one beside him, and a few craftsmen Sorcerers walked out.
The Crystal Clusters in the distance discovered the enemies in this direction and flew over with a sharp whistle. Beside him, Tulman looked over, and his eyes flashed with silver light. He opened his five fingers, and under the outline of the Lines of Law, countless transparent rectangles appeared in the air. The Crystal Clusters could not retract in time and crashed into these intertwined spaces. Like bursting fireworks, they were smashed into pieces.
Tulman turned to look at the center of the battlefield and said, "The Kirrlutzians have encountered the Blue Calamity in Alkash. Ajani has sent back news, but there is still no sign of the king of the Nen race and the Crystal Tyrant."
Solomon nodded.
Tulman said, "The Twilight Dragon may have other plans, but we can't care so much anymore. We only have so little strength, and being timid will only make things worse. I think at least for now, we have to stand on the offensive. The sooner we take action, the more we can deal with the situation. "
He raised his silver eyebrows and said, "The mortals are more experienced. After three years of war, the weakness of the Crystal Clusters has also been exposed to us. Lady Freya's judgment is very accurate. Look, the Crystal Clusters' formation has begun to loosen."
"But it may not let us do as we wish," Solomon replied quietly.
They looked at each other without saying anything.
Tulman was also confused. The Twilight Dragon had been restraining himself until today, but it started this war before awakening. It must have its own preparations. But it had made a mistake once in the Wilderness of Four Realms. How could the Twilight Dragon let the Goddess of the Dead Moon make the same mistake again?
But the scene in front of them was exactly the same as that day. Could it be that the Twilight Dragon did not care about Wohnde's strength at all, and only used Tiamat's strength as cannon fodder?
A moment later, more doors of light opened in the dark sky. From the ground, they looked like shining fish scales. More and more figures walked out from the shining scales. Hundreds and thousands of wizards had appeared in the sky.
The Tónigel and Buga fleets were also on the move, constantly drawing closer with banners. At the same time, the floating battleships didn't stop firing at all. The cannons roared, and the light of magic intersected with each other. The light of explosions lit up the crystal clouds, and the monsters that couldn't afford to lose fell like raindrops.
This seemed to be the first time the power of Order had suppressed the power of Dusk. At this moment, the roles of offense and defense in the sky had changed.
However, the bright light shone on the faces of Solomon and Tulman. Neither of the two adept leaders looked relaxed.
A high-grade Magus wearing a silver robe came to the two of them and replied respectfully, "Sirs, everything is ready to continue. As long as we are within shooting range, we can attack the portal."
"Where are the dragons?"
"Lady Mithril also sent the same message."
Tulman turned back to look at Solomon.
Although Solomon frowned, he understood that the battlefield was not a place to hesitate. He nodded silently.
On the plateau, in the turbulent purple waves, a silver flag was going against the current. Freya raised the silver swallowtail flag in her hand. Not far away, a huge crystal cluster was rushing towards her. The monster's crystal eyes reflected a cold light, and a pair of chelicerae were raised high and stabbed downwards. However, Freya leaped lightly and used the force of its forelimbs to jump to its back. When she flipped her body in mid-air, she slashed the monster's neck. In the silver light, the crystal cluster's head was separated from its body, and it fell to the ground with a loud bang.
She stood steadily on the huge wreckage of the crystal cluster and looked up. In front of her was another huge purple wave. However, Freya's expression was calm as usual. She clenched the flag in her hand and shouted, "White Lion Legion!"
The White Lion Knights stood still, sheathed their swords, and pulled out their two-handed swords from their backs. The reflection of the swords reflected a snowy silver light, and the two-handed swords flew up from the bottom, forming a bright forest of swords. Freya gently threw the spear with the flag in her hand and threw it forward. A ray of silver light flashed, and a crystal cluster immediately fell to the ground.
She switched the sword in her left hand to her right hand, pointed the sword forward, and roared, "Charge!"
The White Lion Knights took a step forward in unison. Every Line of Law on the third-generation Wind Armor became brighter. The white lion mane cloak was like a pair of snow-white wings. The mask of the wing helmet was pulled down one by one, and only two shining eyes could be seen. With just one step, more than 1,700 sacred runes were imprinted on the dry and cracked ground of the plateau. More than 1,000 pairs of mithril boots stomped on the ground at the same time.
And the next step was a surging white wave. As far as the eye could see, it was a sea of silver. It was the charge of the sacred white lions. Just like the reenactment of seven hundred years ago, Freya's figure seemed to gradually merge with the commander of the White Lion Legion.
On the battlefield, for the first time, the uniform drumbeat completely overshadowed the advance of the crystal cluster army. The White Lion Knights were attacking. Even the human alliance — the lion people from the Great Plains, Silver Bay, and Toquinin — looked up in surprise.
"Kill!"
At the moment when they collided with the crystal clusters, the Knights roared and swung the giant swords in their hands upward. The purple 'crystal wall' in front of them collapsed and turned into dust. On the battlefield, the humans and the Dusk army clashed. Some Knights fell, but more of the crystal clusters were defeated. The White Lion Knight was like a sharp dagger that pierced the heart of the crystal cluster army.
Freya pulled out the flag spear from the corpse of a crystal cluster and looked up. The crystal tower was right in front of her.
The formation of the crystal clusters began to become chaotic. They instinctively wanted to return to the crystal tower. The lower crystal clusters had no intelligence, and the crystal tower was the only way for the upper crystal clusters to control the crystal cluster army. The humans had also discovered this secret in the long war. The crystal tower was the only weakness of the crystal cluster army.
Of course, this was only for the lower crystal clusters.
The chaos of the crystal clusters further divided the overall attack of the Dusk army, and the battlefield began to become a mess. When the front and back of the Dusk army could not take care of each other, the Highland Knight and the other commanders of the human alliance finally saw the light of victory.
The long sound of the horn began to rise and fall, and the real counterattack began.
Silver dragons were flying across the battlefield at a low altitude.
Lord Norn's sharp eyes under the golden helmet carefully scanned the entire battlefield. The Dragon King's Knights' current mission was to besiege the crystal cluster lords that would cause trouble for the mortal army. He looked up and saw that on the other side of the battlefield, in the direction of Dai Linjie, the Earth Army, a huge army formed by Heroic Spirits, was also ready to launch the final blow to the crystal cluster army.
At least on the first day of the battle, it seemed that they were going to win.
However, this experienced Silver Elf commander vaguely felt that there was trouble.
There were too few upper battle forces in the Dusk army. On the battlefield on the ground, Freya also frowned. Brando had told her about the division of the power level of the Dusk army. Among the crystal clusters, the weakest were the lower crystal clusters at the bottom. Their power was uneven, and the weakest could only be compared to the lower silver humans, but the strongest could be Elemental Activation or even Elemental Enlightenment. Then there was the middle class — the slightly more powerful Crystal Cluster Lords. They were the rulers of various broken worlds in the Chaos. Even the weakest of them was above the supreme class. There were even quite a number of Sages and Great Sages (the pinnacle of Sages).
However, these levels of power seemed to be similar to the mortal world. The real power of the crystal clusters was reflected in their top level. In addition to the tyrant, Astoni, who had the power equivalent to the Dragon of War, Tiamat, there were 22 other high-ranking lords. Even though more than half of these high-ranking lords had fallen in the wars of the past few eras, the remaining five were close to the existence of gods in this era.
Fala the Errater, Tast the Scorner, Arak the Formless.
Fitzthom the Black King, Goragallon the Giant Throat.
In the war to recover Cruz, the coalition forces had once fought with the legendary crystal cluster worm Goragallon at Cloak Bay. With the help of the Bugas and the giant dragon, they repelled the high-level lord, but they were unable to kill it. The power of the crystal clusters in that battle had left a deep impression on her.
And on this battlefield, none of these high-level lords had appeared, and even the number of crystal cluster lords was so small.
She suddenly stopped.
"One hundred feet, the last charge!" Her adjutant was in the midst of shouting orders, and did not even notice that a charging knight had bumped into her from behind. Freya raised her head subconsciously, the silver swallowtail flag in her hand fluttering high, slightly tattered. Above the gloomy sky, two fleets were converging.
The Bugas had gradually approached the center of the battlefield.
Solomon used spatial magic over and over again to explore the surroundings.
He used four or five spells in a row, but the response made him frown. Whether it was space, magic, energy flow, or the network of laws, there was no abnormality at all. Even the Sea of Chaos itself seemed very calm. But this did not make sense, the Twilight Dragon would not only set up a camouflage here.
Tulman also patiently asked his adjutant, Alkash, over and over again for news on the battlefield, but the news from thousands of miles away was also a little suffocatingly calm. The people of Cruz also had the advantage on their battlefield.
The portal opened by the Blue Calamity in the material world was suppressed by Ajani and Therantur, and the undead army of Madara directly had the upper hand in the face of the crystal cluster. It was said that the strength of the undead army surprised everyone, and a few of the young geniuses among them had even led the Twilight Army into a mess.
Solomon and Tulman could not help but look at each other. The two most powerful wizards could not help but look at each other in the face of this strange situation.
Could it be that the Twilight Dragon was really dedicated to fighting for the Throne of Destiny, and did not care about the outcome of the war in the material world?
But at this time, the crystal ball in Solomon's hand lit up.
It was a message from William.
There were only four words on it.
"Be careful, illusion."
Solomon stared blankly, but Tulman immediately asked, "What kind of illusion can evade spatial detection?"
The words on the crystal ball floated, and the message changed again.
"The Eye of Truth."
Solomon and Tulman's face changed dramatically at the same time.
In this world, there was only one kind of illusion that could avoid the eyes of wizards, and that was the power of a real artifact. But every artifact came from the network of Tiamat, and was made by the gods of ancient times. Among them, there was only one artifact that was specially made for illusion and prophecy spells, and that was Sassard's omniscient eye.
The Eye of Truth.
Before Solomon could shout the word 'retreat', suddenly, a bright flash of light flashed in the northern sky.
The light was so dazzling that it attracted the attention of everyone on the plateau within a few hundred miles. The Silver Elves on the city wall, the defenders of Valhalla, Bretton, Manrique, Haruz, and even Her Royal Highness, the Highland Knight, all raised their heads to look at this terrible scene.
In the sky, on the flank of the Order Coalition Army, the Buga fleet suddenly burst into flames. More than a hundred floating warships disintegrated in the air, emitting a dazzling light of explosion, and fell to the plateau with long trails.
In just a moment, the Buga fleet completely collapsed, and the remaining floating warships also scattered and fled. The disintegration of their formation once again made the entire battle line in the sky even more chaotic.
And in that direction.
One after another, gigantic figures suddenly appeared.
A diamond-shaped crystal behemoth stretched across the sky. Its body was almost like a crystal layer, and it only had one eye in the center of the crystal prism. At this moment, this eye was flickering with a strange light as it stared at the silver fleet in the sky. Every few seconds, a floating warship would burst into flames and explode under its gaze.
Black King Fitzthom.
The most powerful of the High Lords of the Crystal Cluster.
And beside him, Fala the Errater, Tast the Despiser, and Arak the Formless revealed themselves one by one. Only Goragallon the Giant Throat was absent. Perhaps it was because it was too badly injured in the last war, so it did not appear.
But just these four High Lords were enough to make the whole of Wohnde tremble, because this was an era where the gods were no longer around. No, it could not be said that they were no longer around, because the portal of the Goddess of the Dead Moon had obviously reached the final stage. Everyone saw a huge eyeball open in the black sphere.
Under the protection of the four High Lords, the former King of Wizards of Sassard, the traitor of the Silver Alliance, the Black Yanov Assassin was wearing the robe of a Great Wizard. He held the Eye of Truth in his hand and looked at his former colleagues proudly, and spoke in a strange tone.
"Long time no see, Solomon. You don't think I have forgotten the debt of Sassard, do you?"
Solomon looked at this person with a dark expression.
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