The battlefield was already in a state of chaos.
The sky in the north was burning fiercely, and there were streaks of dazzling black smoke hanging in the sky. Scornful Tast's mountain-like corpse crawled on the horizon. Its crystal-like body was covered with vines, and a hole filled with cracks pierced through its body. It quietly stared in front of it.
There, Valhalla's dim crown was slowly regaining its luster. The dazzling pillar of light was like a verdant dream, engraved in the memories of everyone who saw it. The roots of the giant tree were once again inserted into the ground, and the sparkling radiance of magic flowing under the plateau could be seen from dozens of miles away.
However, Valhalla had almost withdrawn from the battle.
The Crystal Cluster Lord's figure towered into the clouds on the other side of the giant tree, continuously attacking Valhalla's defenses. Every time it collided with the hemispherical net of light, the entire Stronghold would shake intensely. The valkyries had already taken to the sky, riding around Farah and attacking. However, from afar, it looked like a silver light spot beside an amethyst mountain. Tens of thousands of purple light formations suddenly appeared on Farah the Errant's huge body, and beams of purple light shot out from the formations. The valkyries were instantly drowned in a sea of purple light, and some of them were hit and fell down from time to time.
A silver arc suddenly pierced through the sea of purple light. Tulman had finally completed his spell, and the surface of the crystal within a radius of dozens of feet collapsed. Farah screamed in pain. Like a shockwave, the sea of Crystal Clusters within a thousand meters of him shrank in unison.
However, this was only a silhouette of the vast battlefield.
Thick smoke and dust shrouded the entire battlefield. People had already lost contact with most of the troops, and the people on the battlefield could only fight on their own. Fortunately, the Crystal Cluster had also lost one of the three crystal towers.
The White Lion Knight who had launched the attack had long been separated from each other.
However, Freya still continued forward, moving in the direction of the other crystal tower in her memory. She was already injured all over, and she pushed away the corpse of a Crystal Cluster with difficulty. Amidst the cracking sounds, the sword in her hand also broke into several pieces.
Freya raised her head with some difficulty. She could still see the scene of the battlefield in the sky. The Crystal Cluster, giant dragons, floating battleships, Griffin Knight, and Wyvern Cavalry weaved in and out of the vast sky.
However, the battlefield had already reached its most intense stage, and no one could tell who was who.
With an earth-shattering explosion, it was as if a sun had risen in the sky, and the bright light even lit up the layers of clouds. A huge black rhombus-shaped crystal was slowly falling through the clouds, slanting and crashing into the ground.. Dazzling flashes kept bursting out from the surface of its rhombus crystal. Those were silver light spots that were crashing into the enormous body that looked like a floating city.
. and every light spot of light was a floating battleship.
The Banxians, Aouine, and Bugas resolutely carried out their tactics. Floating ships were gradually leaving the formation. Before they left, they fired their cannons to salute everyone. Then, in the blurry tears of the people, they streaked across the sky and let out a final flash.
The Black King, Fitzthom, who had been insufferably arrogant for seven generations, had reached its end on this battlefield dominated by mortals.
Above its gigantic body, there was an astonishingly large hole. The Silver Elf Lord, whose armor was in tatters, slowly stood up. He was the hero of this generation of the Silver Elves and had experienced countless battles. But here, perhaps this would be his final stop.
He supported himself with one hand on the edge of Fitzthom's broken surface. Facing the howling wind on the plateau, he took off his helmet and threw it far away. The helmet rolled and disappeared under the clouds.
Silver blood flowed from his forehead. Norn wiped it with his hand, and there was also silver blood on his hand. His partner, his comrade for thousands of years, the corpse of the dragon beast lay quietly in the hole.
That was the last glory of the Dragon King's Cavalry.
He pulled out his longsword and threw it down. The longsword drew an arc in the clouds, and gradually became a shining spot of light. The Dragon King's Cavalry would never leave their weapons to the enemy, even after they died.
Norn suddenly recalled the Holy War thousands of years ago.
He stood in the valley and watched his father and brother leave. The Elves sang hymns and walked out of the valley where they were born and raised. Many of them never came back.
That was the era when the light returned.
That was also a great war since ancient times.
Just like now.
The light above the clouds disappeared.
Freya slightly narrowed her eyes, which were fascinated by the dried blood. The sky returned to the color of blood. In the center of the sky, there was a beautiful silver ring.
But it was not a decoration. It was the battlefield between the King of Wizards, Solomon, and Heryanov. The two strongest wizards in the world were going to compete in such a place at such a time.
She looked at the beautiful silver ring and the countless crystal clusters that crashed into it, shattering into pieces and falling to the ground. Then she lowered her head, bent down to pick up another longsword, and slowly walked forward.
Smoke and dust covered the whole battlefield.
But behind the smoke, the black sphere in the center of the battlefield became more and more obvious. A faint pressure surrounded the whole battlefield. A God was getting closer and closer to this world.
Dragons flew over the battlefield from low altitude. They were beginning to gather from all directions. Mithril led the dragons to approach the transmission channel from another direction. The dragons had decided to stop it at all costs.
The power of a God, even if it was no longer favored by the Law of Tiamat, was not something that mortals could compete with. It was a level of power that was far above that of the King of Black, Fitztom.
But a shadow was cast in front of Mithril.
Arak the Invisible.
A huge crystal wasp flapped its wings and flew in the sky, blocking the dragons.
Vladimir The Great, who was once again defeated by Solomon, suddenly stopped. Although he looked a little embarrassed, with a scratch on his cheek, and even a piece of his red robe was burned, he looked at the dragons in the distance gloatingly and suddenly laughed. "The King of Wizards is indeed the King of Wizards. Solomon, your era even overshadowed the light of all of us. People even think that you are the most powerful wizard in the history of the Bugas. Although I am a little jealous, I have to admit the truth."
Vladimir The Great Heryanov said in a cadence, "You are indeed very strong, stronger than any of us. But unfortunately, you still can't change anything." He raised his hands and said loudly, "Look around. No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than the people of God?"
Solomon looked at this man quietly.
A long time ago, he, Serandur, Yuki, and this man, the four of them had supported the Silver Alliance of that era. They had experienced the break with the Miirnas, joined forces to fight against the most powerful spellcaster in mortal history, Tuman, and worked together to establish the order of the continent for a thousand years after the War of the Holy Saints. Since then, the Silver People had watched over the continent left by Martha in the sky.
But to his sorrow, his old friends were drifting away from him.
Yuki had broken with the others a long time ago and died in the great glacier.
Although Serandur did not support the ideas of the Saasaldians, he was closer to the Red and Blue Alliance emotionally.
And this man left.
He was even further away from them.
"Vladimir The Great," Solomon said quietly. "For the sake of the past, I don't want to kill you with my own hands. Bow to the Erouine and the Wind Elves. At least people will remember the pride of the Saasaldians."
"This joke isn't funny, Solomon. You're going to ask me to apologize to some mortals?" Vladimir The Great sneered. "Do you know why others don't agree with your ideas? Because we are Bugas, born to be high and mighty."
"No one is high and mighty, Vladimir The Great. Your power and mine come from Tiamat. Lady Martha's grace belongs to everyone in this world, not you and me."
"But that's what we deserve!" Vladimir roared angrily, "I worked tirelessly to learn the truth and knowledge of this world in order to obtain the power and status I have today. All of this is the result of our hard work. How can those mortals be on equal footing with us?"
"Based on what you see now," Solomon replied. "In this war, the mortals shed no less blood than us, but they get much less than us. We owe them, Vladimir The Great."
"You're crazy, Solomon!"
"You're the crazy one."
Solomon enunciated each word clearly.
He slowly closed his eyes. "I'll say it for the last time, Vladimir The Great, face your own mistakes. You know who should be responsible for this. The glory of the Saasaldians comes from reason and knowledge, not arrogance and conceit. "
Vladimir The Great sneered. "What if I say no?"
Solomon opened his eyes at once. The majestic and indifferent silver eyes in his eyes were no longer there. What was left was a pair of eyes shining with golden light. It was as if they no longer belonged to a Bugas, but a pair of dragon's pupils. Vladimir The Great swallowed his last sentence in horror.
"Bloodline Sanctification!" The Saasaldian Wizard Leader screamed in horror. "This is the power of existence, how can you touch this level!"
Solomon looked at him coldly.
His mottled long hair turned snow-white in an instant.
He only stretched out his hand and pointed.
Vladimir The Great's expression froze at the last moment. He watched in horror as the Eye of Truth in his hand cracked and shattered, and then the silver Lines of Law around his body disappeared one by one. In the end, even his own sense of existence gradually faded. His body was like sand, disappearing with the wind.
At the last moment of his death, Vladimir The Great suddenly thought of a word.
The Supreme Law.
Destruction.
Solomon took one last look at the place where Vladimir The Great disappeared, sighed softly, closed his eyes, and did not open them again for a long time.
…
Valhalla City was already in chaos. When the entire stronghold began to shake intensely again, Valhalla City was already in chaos. In the Tree Hall, Haruze staggered, and the crown on his head fell to the ground, rolling into the distance until a hand held it down and picked it up again.
Haruze looked at the man in a daze.
Count Audine walked over, handed the crown to him, and said softly, "Your Majesty."
"Count Audine, you …"
Audine looked around and said with some emotion, "After the Royal Faction and Her Royal Highness became enemies, I haven't been here for a long time, but not much has changed after the battle with Ampere Seale. I still remember meeting Her Royal Highness and Count Tónigel here, and nothing has changed. The only thing that has changed is the Royal Faction itself. "
He looked at Haruze kindly, "Of course, you have also changed, Your Majesty. The late king must have been pleased with your growth in the underworld."
Haruze held the crown in his hand and stood silently in place. He also thought of his father. That long time ago, his childhood with his sister, seemed to have faded a little.
Austin raised his head and looked at the Tree Hall. Through the long glass arched window, he looked into the distance. There was Valhalla's lush green canopy and the cloudy horizon. Occasionally, there would be a flash of lightning across the sky. Outside the walls of Valhalla Fortress, the huge figure of the High Lord Farah was fighting with the valkyries, intertwining with silver-white lightning.
After a moment, he said softly, "Your Majesty, the Royal Faction has done many wrong things, but I still remember the era of the late king, and I still feel proud of that moment. We have lost a lot. Our former comrades have left us one by one. Some have died suddenly, some have gone on a different path. Now that I look back, the faces in my memory have disappeared one by one. All that is left is an old man like me who is struggling at death's door. "
"Count Audine," Haruze said softly, "That's none of your business. I understand your feelings for Erouine."
Count Audine smiled, and there was a faint light in his eyes, "Your Majesty, please allow this old man to make a small contribution to the Royal Family of Covardo, so that at least a hundred years later, when people remember the name of the Royal Faction, they will not just feel ashamed."
He put a letter in front of Haruze, "News from the battlefield, the Bugas and the dragons hope that we Erouine can spare some time to stop the descent of Kleis, but we have just lost contact with the White Lion Knight, and even Miss Freya is missing —"
Haruze looked at the old count in a daze.
"Count Audine …"
Count Audine just stared at his Majesty with a determined look.
Haruze silently lowered his head, and finally nodded.
Count Audine bowed, but in his heart, he recalled the first time he was made a Knight. The oath he made under the sword was not broken in the end.
In the captain's room of the flagship Akhenaten, Manrique quietly looked at the order handed to him by his first mate. He suddenly remembered Count Audine's somewhat ordinary face. Count Audine was not an important figure in the Royal Faction, compared to Makarov, compared to Fleetwood, compared to Everton, and even compared to Oberwei, who had broken off with the Royal Faction. But when everyone left the sinking ship, when everyone was deserted, there were always some who still held on to their original beliefs.
Because they missed the flash of the past.
Manrique suddenly remembered his original intention of coming to Tónigel, and remembered the figure he would never forget. He nodded slightly, and said, "Give them the fastest ship, and order the fleet to prepare for cover. Make sure everything is done well."
The first mate nodded solemnly.
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