On the platform of the tree, fast sailing ships were docking. The Hazel craftsmen were busy with the final modification of these airships.
Several White Lion Knight were selecting volunteers, but there were so many volunteers that the emergency passage from the lower level to the upper level was blocked. The young and brave Tónigel sailors were loudly refuting the officers' ridiculous conclusion. In the end, why didn't they choose them?
"You're too young."
"Sir, I just look young."
"Sir, we only recruit soldiers here."
"No, no, no, I'm also a soldier! I used to be a cavalryman of the Southern Army. Look at the wound on my arm. It's from the first War of the Black Rose. Why do you Tónigel people look down on me? "
The young Hazel craftsmen looked at the shouting Erouine people, shook his head, and returned to his post.
The chief mate and the boatswain stood beside the handsome young man with a sad face. The young man looked at them and said, "I've told you more than once how this anchoring device works. Its core component is this dimensional anchor. This is a dimensional anchor created by a circle 13 spell. It can disrupt the teleportation effect. Do you know what a circle 13 spell is?"
"Yes, yes." The two men nodded.
The young craftsmen looked at them suspiciously. "In that case, you shouldn't delete the operation steps without permission. Whether it's magic or magical engineering, it's a serious matter. If we lose a ship because of your mistake, do you know how serious the problem is?"
"Yes, yes." The two men replied, sweating profusely.
"Do you really understand?" The young craftsmen raised his delicate eyebrows.
"Yes, yes." The chief mate nodded again and again. "But why can't we open the mechanical lock and activate the anchoring device at the same time? This can save us a lot of time. I mean, we're going to die anyway. Can't we just activate the spell?"
The young craftsmen stared at the suspicious guy.
The chief mate could only surrender. "Your Excellency has the final say. Your Excellency has the final say."
"In short," the young man nodded with satisfaction. "Do you all understand?"
"Understood." The boatswain elbowed his comrade and replied, "In short, your excellency can rest assured and leave this thing to us."
The young blacksmith furrowed his brows. His slightly curved eyebrows seemed to reveal a 'ha'. "You seem to have misunderstood something. Letting you learn how to operate this thing is just a precaution. Who said I was leaving? Can you operate this anchoring device well? But compared to the professionals, you are still far from — "
The first mate and the boatswain looked at each other. "But … sir, this ship is …"
"What? Only you are allowed to be brave, but the Hazel people are cowards?" He knocked on the arcanotech device and made a hollow sound. "If we can't get rid of that portal, the outcome will be the same even if I stay there. Rather than die at home, I'd rather die at the frontlines."
"But …" The first mate replied hesitantly, "Your Excellency, you'll be more useful if you stay here."
The young blacksmith didn't even lift his eyelids and replied, "Then I can't do anything about it. This is the prophet's decision. You can raise objections to your commander. Are there any other questions?"
The first mate and the boatswain looked at each other and could only shake their heads. "No problem, no problem."
The young man looked at the two and the corners of his mouth curled up as if he had won a victory.
The boatswain picked up the iron ball on the side and asked, "Then what is this thing? A cannonball?"
"This is a small anchoring device," the young blacksmith replied. "It's equipped for the air cavalry. Its function and magic circle are not inferior to this large device, but the range of its influence is much smaller. In short, this thing needs to be close to a certain extent to be useful. Without protection, it's basically impossible for the air cavalry to enter the portal. So, holding it can only be regarded as a psychological comfort. "
The boatswain held the thing in his hand and looked left and right. Finally, he asked, "Can we take it?"
"As you wish," the young blacksmith replied. "Although this thing is very precious, there are many of them here."
The two of them nodded and took one each.
Austin looked at the situation in the port from afar and suddenly felt a little relieved.
Because this was such an era.
People could generously die in order to protect everything.
And this was such an Erouine.
At this moment, it was destined to shine in the long river of the past and the future.
…
With a soft cracking sound, Freya came back to her senses. The sword in her hand had already penetrated the crystal corpse at some point in time. She coughed heavily and blood flowed down from the corner of her mouth.
Strands of blood-soaked hair stuck to her forehead. She pulled back the longsword and actually knelt on the ground because of her unstable strength. Her vision turned black, and a series of footsteps sounded. A small group of soldiers passed by her, but due to the smoke and dust, they could not find the Valkyrie of Erouine.
Freya suddenly felt something in her heart.
A monotonous buzzing sound echoed above the sky. It was the sound of the magic engine of the fast sailing ship.
She subconsciously raised her head. In the blood-red sky, a few shining silver lines were piercing through the smoke and fog, cutting across the horizon in a straight line. Freya suddenly froze and opened her cracked lips slightly.
A flame was shining in the sky.
On the three intersecting horizontal lines, the main fleet of the Bugas and the Banxians had already set up a formation. The flames flickered again and again, and a path of flames began to slowly extend forward in the sky.
In the center was a small but brave fleet —
Twenty-three fast sailing ships with tall silver sails.
They moved forward against the wind, like twenty-three straight silver lines, straight into the clouds.
That was the fleet of Erouine.
Under the bombardment of artillery that exploded like fireworks, the brilliant light reflected on the young faces. At this moment, what unfolded in front of them was not just a picture of a huge battlefield, but a colorful path.
The path of fire and light extended forward in the sky.
Silver Dragon Mithril also raised her slender neck. In her mercury-like eyes, there were flashes of light reflected. In this chaotic battlefield, it was so dazzling. The silver sails broke through the layers of heavy encirclement, separated the smoke and fog — Erouine came without hesitation. Accompanied by the dazzling light, pieces of light exploded, and the surging crystal clusters could not stop their advance.
She suddenly let out a low groan.
The dragons spread out in an instant and surrounded Arak the Formless in the center. At this moment, the offensive and defensive positions seemed to have switched. Looking down from the sky, the 23 tiny spots of light were already approaching the huge black sphere.
Solomon silently watched this scene from high up in the sky.
He had no energy left to cast any more spells, but at this moment, he felt the power of destiny — the mortals stood side by side, and the future of the entire world was connected to each other like never before.
Everyone subconsciously looked up and stared at the silver flashes in the sky.
Under the attack of the crystal clusters, the six outermost fast sailing ships finally began to slowly fall.
Then the other seven ships.
People clenched their fists, but suddenly three fast sailing ships took the initiative to leave the main formation. They accelerated into the sea of crystal clusters. The cannons on both sides spewed out flashes of light, and in the blink of an eye, they were drowned by the sky full of crystal clusters. But just as the light in people's eyes disappeared, the whole sea of crystal clusters suddenly swelled, and a bright flash of light pierced out from it.
A newborn sun hung above the clouds, its light scattered in all directions. Facing the light that did not dissipate for a long time, Count Audine walked up to the command platform. Amidst the violent winds, the remaining seven speedboats had shakily approached their target.
"Open the lock!"
Count Audine calmly gave the order.
"Open the lock!" Reports came from the remaining airships.
"Report the distance."
"Seven hundred and twenty."
There was the sound of steel twisting in the air. Under the siege of the crystal clusters, the Bonneville on the periphery unfortunately crashed into the Sandeka on the side. The two sailing ships broke in mid-air and fell to the ground with a long tail.
"Take care, I wish you victory —"
"Long live Erouine."
This was the last signal from the two ships.
The target was in sight.
Count Audine closed his eyes.
Five ships activated the anchoring device at the same time. Five tiny light spots finally approached the edge of the black sphere. In the sky, in the floating fleet of the Erouine, the Banxians, and the Bugas, everyone held their breath. Their eyes seemed to have reflected the dazzling light that bloomed when the Thirteenth Circle Spatial Spell was activated.
On the other side of the battlefield, a tremor passed through Mithril's heart.
The Silver Dragon Lady turned around.
On the battlefield, Freya looked up at the sky like a stone statue.
Suddenly, a long tail swept out from the black sphere. It first hit Count Audine's ship, then the remaining four airships in succession. One by one, they were shattered.
The specks of light were extinguished, and the fragments that filled the sky fluttered down.
…
In the dark temple, it was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
Brando silently clenched the hilt of Oderfeiss' sword. Kleis, the Lady of the Dead Moon. Ten thousand years ago, she was the Goddess of Sleep and Night, the protector of all undead creatures. She was the God of Death, but she was also in charge of the priesthood of life because of the cycle of life and death.
But not now.
After the fall of Tiamat, the Lady, along with most of the Gods, became the puppet of the Twilight Dragon. At this moment, the two sides were standing on opposite sides of a clear line. They were enemies, not friends.
Brando turned around and glanced at Andrique. The vampire lady looked away guiltily, but she still looked at her Goddess on the throne with a complicated expression.
She was once the protector of all undead.
At that moment, Mephistopheles and she suddenly understood how the dragons felt.
However, the goddess on the throne was very calm. Her eyes were as deep as the stars as she looked at everyone. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength before she slowly opened her mouth to say three words.
"Kill me."
With a clang, the machete in Andrique's hand fell to the ground.
Kleis closed her eyes, but when she opened them again, there was only cold murderous intent left in her dark eyes.
…
The huge black sphere was suspended motionlessly on the Karsuk Plateau.
It was as if nothing had happened. Everyone looked at the scene in a daze. The wreckage of the airship slowly drifted to the ground. The sky was unusually calm, and even the fire had stopped. The three airships did not know whether to continue the attack or if the God had come to this world.
Manrique touched his cheek, and his palm was wet. Outside the porthole, there was a black trail in the sky. Was it a sign of the arrival of the end of the world?
There was a whining sound on the plateau. It was the sound of the retreat of the troops.
No one could compete with a God. The tragedy of the Battle of Metz could not be repeated here.
On the battlefield, the Banxians were the first to retreat, followed by the other countries on the Great Plains, followed by the Lion Men of Toquinin, and finally the Highland Knight. Bunide, the leader of the Highland Knight, wiped the sweat off his palms and looked at the two remaining crystal towers on the battlefield from afar. He sighed with regret. But he did not hesitate. He threw down the long sword in his hand and rode back.
Behind him, there was a silver wave. The Silver Elves and the Earth Legion were covering the retreat of the mortals.
But in the tide of retreat, there was one person who was going against the flow.
Freya slowly straightened her body and walked forward resolutely. A Crystal Wurm in front of her parted the dust and pounced at her. She swung her sword backward, and the blade and the Crystal Wurm's head split apart. But at the same time, she was knocked away and fell heavily on the ground.
Freya gritted her teeth and crawled up again. She wiped the blood off her forehead and walked forward, one step at a time. Beside her, some soldiers finally noticed the existence of the Valkyrie of Erouine. They stopped and looked at the female Knight who was going against the flow in surprise. The people stepped aside and let Freya pass through them.
Outside Valhalla, Tulman, who was resting, suddenly stood up from the city wall in confusion.
In the sky, Solomon opened his eyes again, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
A breath had completely disappeared from the battlefield.
…
The Silver Dragon Lady turned over and dodged Arak's crystal spike. She let out a low frequency cry, calling for her companions to re-form the formation and begin to climb in order to occupy a more advantageous position to attack.
Two or three silver lights flashed on the ring on her claw. Mithril lowered her head. It was a message from two young dragons from the periphery of the battlefield.
"Disappeared?"
She was slightly stunned.
Mithril stretched her wings and turned in the air to look at the center of the battlefield. But immediately, a trace of disbelief flashed in her silver eyes.
In the sky, there was still a faint pressure from Kleis.
But the teleportation beacon had disappeared —
…
In Valhalla, William opened the door and walked out. He looked up, and his eyes were filled with confusion. The teleportation beacon had disappeared. Why? Could it be that Erouine's people had achieved their goal at the last moment?
But they had not arrived.
Wait, they had arrived —
A flash of light flashed in the mind of the wizard leader.
…
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