She staggered forward step by step, and the smoke finally parted in front of her. Freya coughed and looked up. She squinted her eyes and finally saw the wreckage of the airship in the distance.
It was the Vitomir, Count Audine's ship.
There were many corpses scattered around the wreckage. Freya picked up a broken spear and used it to support her body as a form of self-defense. Then, she slowly walked in the direction of the wreckage.
But she had only taken a few steps when she kicked something under her feet. Freya looked down and found that it was a White Lion medal. She stopped silently and bent down to pick up the medal.
Looking up, a little further away, Count Audine's broken sword was lying in the sand, and the count's ribbon was still hanging on the hilt. Freya looked at the sword quietly, then walked past it and continued to move forward. The air was filled with a burnt smell. The closer she got to the wreckage of the airship, the more debris there were on the ground.
Some were equipment on the airship, some were personal belongings. Freya also saw some disgusting mutilated bodies, or the charred frame of the airship that was still burning.
Then she saw the most complete corpse along the way. It was a boatswain, with a look of disbelief on his face. In his blood-stained palm, he seemed to be holding something tightly. Freya lowered her head, squatted down, and gently pried open the man's cold and stiff fingers, ready to dig out the thing.
But it was at this time that a weak voice stopped her. "Don't move …"
Freya was shocked. She turned around and saw a Hazel man covered in blood lying under a few twisted iron plates not far away. A curved steel bar pierced through the man's lung. He coughed, and the light in his eyes was so weak that it was almost invisible.
Freya hurried to the man's side and subconsciously reached for her medicine box, but it was empty. Only then did she remember that she had used it all in the previous battle. She looked at the man apologetically and found that he was still a young man with a delicate and quiet face.
"I'm sorry, I …"
However, the young blacksmith shook his head at her and said weakly, "… Close the lock first … Remember not to trigger the anchoring device …"
"What did you say?" Freya was slightly stunned.
The man glanced at her and repeated in an almost inaudible voice, "… Turn off the lock first. Don't trigger the anchoring device."
Freya finally understood what he was talking about. "Is that a space-anchoring device?"
The young craftsman's gloomy eyes shone brightly as if he had just regained consciousness. "You know him?"
Freya hurriedly took out her Knight badge. "I'm Freya, a senior officer on Erouine's side."
"Very good …"
The young blacksmith's eyes flashed and he used all of his strength to ask, "Can you fly?"
"What did you say?"
"Let me ask you, can you fly?" He could only raise a finger with great effort. His slender finger weakly pointed to the sky. "Send it … up there."
"Me?"
The young blacksmith nodded slightly. The light in his eyes was almost gone.
Freya held his hand and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, what's your name?"
"Keya, Keya Fayac, Corporal."
"You're a girl?" Freya looked at the man in surprise.
Only an almost inaudible voice told her softly, "My home is in Hazell … Tell my mother … It hurts …" The voice was fading. Freya put down the man's hand silently. She looked up and suddenly felt a little sour in her nose.
"Maybe," she replied softly, "I think I can fly …"
The girl had already fallen asleep under her feet.
…
Three messages were sent to Mithril's ring at the same time.
"Do you remember the battle in the Wilderness of Four Territories?"
"Someone is attacking Clare's body …"
"Stop her from teleporting a second time and escaping from the Underworld of Helm!"
Solomon, William, and Tulman. A bright light flashed in the Silver Dragon Lady's silver eyes. She suddenly spread her wings and dove down to avoid Arak's pursuit. At the same time, she sent the same message to the communication crystal.
"What should I do?"
A moment later, a message flashed on the ring.
"Lady Mithril, come to my side."
Freya? Mithril was slightly startled. A bright light suddenly appeared in her vision. The light disappeared in a flash. It was at the center of the Karsuk Highlands battlefield.
The ring flashed again. "I have a way to stop the teleportation."
Mithril no longer hesitated. She immediately rolled and flew down. The tips of her wings drew two beautiful arcs in the sky. This elegant tactical movement immediately made the dragons understand her meaning.
"Kin of Gold, spread out the attack formation and cover me …"
The group of dragons let out a clear and long cry in unison, then scattered in all directions.
On the battlefield in the distance, Freya held the silver ring high in her hand. She looked at the silver arc in the sky with gratification in her eyes. In just a moment, the dragon spread its wings and flew over her head. The female Knight pressed down her long hair, turned around, and chased after Mithril. The Silver Dragon Lady flapped her wings and slowly landed on the ground. She then looked up at Mithril.
"Freya, why are you still here?" Mithril asked doubtfully. "Didn't you retreat with the others? You said you have a way to stop Clare's teleportation. Is that true?"
Freya nodded. "This is the wreckage of Count Audine's airship. I found a spacetime anchor device on it."
"Spacetime anchor device?" Mithril asked in surprise. "Is it still intact?"
Freya opened her palm to reveal the intricate brass sphere in her hand. She looked at the Silver Dragon Lady and said, "I can guarantee that it's still intact. Even the lock is intact."
Mithril's heart skipped a beat. "Do you know how to use it?"
Freya nodded lightly. "Amandina taught me how to use the Magitek device."
"Very well." The Silver Dragon Lady's narrow eyes shone brightly. She nodded without hesitation. "Get on my back. I'll send you to the center of the portal."
She then put down one of her tails and wrapped the female Knight on her back. Mithril turned her slender neck and looked at Freya. "There's no saddle, so you'll have to make do with it. You can hold on to my scales. Don't be afraid, I won't feel any pain."
"Thank you, Mistress Mithril." Freya was not used to the dragons' jokes. She was a little restrained.
Mithril nodded and said seriously, "This should be a small spacetime anchor device. We have to pass through the outer area of the portal. It's filled with spatial turbulence. I can protect you for a moment with my magic, but my mana is limited. We only have one chance. Do you understand?"
Freya nodded slowly.
"It's good that you understand." Mithril looked at her with satisfaction. She then flapped her wings and slowly left the ground. After circling a few times in the air, she began to climb higher.
Above their heads was a huge black sphere. It was like a low-hanging dark cloud that shrouded the entire battlefield.
Countless crystal clusters circled below the black sphere like a flock of ravens, protecting the portal.
Freya looked at the ground one last time, then clenched the bronze sphere in her hand.
The human and dragon soared straight into the clouds, and the Silver Dragon Lady let loose a series of low-frequency roars from deep within her throat. These low dragon roars could be transmitted to an area over 100 kilometers away, but only the giant dragons could hear them.
She was giving orders to the dragons.
"Kin of Gold, stay close to me. Stop Arak from approaching —"
The dragons roared as they descended.
On the other side of the battlefield, the High Lord of the Crystal Clusters, Arak, had just noticed the strange movement in this direction through his complex crystal eyes. But from the corner of his eyes, he saw dozens of shining light spots suddenly descending from the clouds.
Gold Dragons.
On Mithril's back, Freya also picked up her communication crystal. She paused for a moment, then softly said, "This is Freya, Grand Commander of the White Lion Knight Order —"
… …
"This is Freya, I'm Grand Commander of the White Lion Knight Order —"
On the Tónigel's flagship, the Akhenaten, everyone in the captain's room was strangely quiet. Manrique slowly put down the commander's sword in his hand. He turned his head and quietly looked at the communication crystal ball that was making a sound.
"I repeat, this is Freya, I'm Grand Commander of the White Lion Knight Order —"
In the main battleships of the Buga and Banxians, on every communication crystal ball in every communication room, the same voice was conveying the same message to everyone.
"In estimated three minutes, Silver Dragon Lady Mithril and I will arrive at the target location and send the anchoring device into the portal —"
"I request cover."
"I repeat, I request cover."
On the Banxians' Glory of the Empire, Count González slowly turned around.
On the Akhenaten, Manrique had already put on his captain's cape and hat. He picked up his communication crystal, took a deep breath, and gave the order word by word.
"All fleets, listen up. Turn to the six o 'clock direction and prepare to deploy the battle line with the Eagle as the reference."
In the sky above, the three floating fleets that were slowly retreating from the battlefield stopped one by one. Countless floating battleships began to turn around in mid-air, but when they formed three lines on the battlefield again, the roar of cannon fire once again resounded through the sky of Karsuk.
Iron and fire fell from the sky, and the light of the explosion lit up the entire plateau.
This sudden explosion attracted the attention of every soldier on the plateau. Everyone stopped in their tracks and turned around in confusion. Didn't they already start to retreat? Where did the cannon fire come from? Who were the fleets attacking?
Fiery sparks exploded in the sky.
Under everyone's gazes, the Silver Dragon Lady spread open her wings and weaved through the cannon fire. She was as graceful as a fluttering butterfly. And everyone finally noticed the slender figure on the back of the 'butterfly'. Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers on the battlefield.
The thunderous cheers came from the direction of Aouine's people, but soon, it swept across the entire plateau.
"Valkyrie!"
"Miss Valkyrie!"
"Why is she there? What happened?"
Everyone looked at the scene in mid-air in shock, and in their vision, the tiny light spot finally approached the edge of the black ball of light. At that moment, everyone clenched their fists, and the White Lion Knight could not help but close their eyes.
Everyone was afraid that history would repeat itself.
After all, that was their commander — the heroic lady from Erouine.
But a miracle happened. Amidst the continuous flames and Crystal Cluster Lord Arak's angry roar, the tiny silver light spot suddenly accelerated at the last moment and plunged into the black ball.
The battlefield was completely silent.
But everyone subconsciously raised the sword in their hand, the tip of the sword pointed to the sky, as if a bright forest had risen.
"For Wohnde!"
It was a silent cry.
… …
In the endless darkness, Freya finally saw the scene in front of her. The boundary between heaven and earth had disappeared, and in the pitch-black void, there were gravel, wreckage of floating battleships, shattered crystal clusters, and even human corpses. Violent spatial storms blew from all directions, sweeping everything from the Karsuk Plateau into the depths of the black hole.
The space was so vast, and in the center of the black hole, a tall woman like a giant was looking at them coldly. Kleis stood in the center of the void, her wild long hair fluttering in the wind. Half of her body was still under the black hole, and the other half was struggling to support the world. Her weapon, the pitch-black bladed whip called Fafnir's Fang, was tightly held in her hand.
The Valkyrie subconsciously held her breath.
That was a true God.
Mythril seemed to feel Freya's nervousness and comforted her, "Be careful, we only have one chance."
Freya came back to her senses and nodded firmly. She bit her lip so hard that it almost bled.
Kleis glared at the two insects that broke into her territory, but she seemed to be hesitant and did not make a move. The Silver Dragon Lady understood at a glance that Kleis was probably dealing with the intruders that attacked her body, and had no time to care about other things. This was the best chance for them.
"Freya," she whispered, "The good news is that Kleis is distracted. I'm going to cut into the inner ring of the spatial storm, be ready —"
Freya nodded slowly.
The Silver Dragon Lady suddenly let out a long howl, spread her wings, and changed direction to cut towards Kleis. At this moment, the vicious goddess finally could not take it anymore. She suddenly straightened her body, raised the whip in her hand, and swung it in their direction.
However, Mythril was already prepared for this. She turned her body slightly, and the huge whip passed by her body. A terrifying soul energy swept past the two of them. Freya felt that she was going to die immediately, as if her soul was going to fly out of her body. The Silver Dragon Lady saw this and shouted, "Don't mind that thing, it's Soul Essence!"
But just as she was distracted, she felt a sharp pain in her left eye, and suddenly, she lost her vision on one side forever. The Silver Dragon Lady let out a shrill scream, but she still insisted on turning around and protecting Freya behind her.
"Lady Mythril, are you okay?" Freya shouted in the wind.
"I'm fine!" Mythril endured the pain and replied, "Freya, get ready!"
The whip finally passed by the two of them.
And now.
Mythril flipped her body in the air. Freya only saw a bright light in front of her, and Kleis' huge face appeared in her vision. But at this moment, the female Knight's heart was extremely calm. She immediately unlocked the spatial anchor device and activated the spell on it.
"For Erouine!"
"For Wohnde!" Freya shouted, and used all her strength to throw the brass ball out. "— Keya, please protect us!"
The brass ball slowly slid to the center of the void, and time slowed down as if it had stopped.
But the next moment, Freya only heard a shrill sound as if the sky was falling, and a dazzling white light hit her. Her eyes widened, and then her eyes rolled back, and she lost all consciousness.
…
Kleis screamed and fell back on her throne.
When her eyes regained their clarity, she lowered her head and quietly looked at the Holy Sword Oderfeiss that was stabbed into her chest. She looked at the golden blood slowly seeping out from under her robe, and a trace of peace appeared on her face.
"Well done, children."
She looked at Andrique and Mephistopheles with gentle eyes and said softly.
Andrique looked at this scene in a daze. Her mouth was open, but she couldn't say a word. Mephistopheles came up from behind and silently covered his sister's eyes with his hand. He turned his head away and didn't say a word.
Brando quietly looked at the dying god.
"Goddess —"
But Kleis gently shook her head. "There are no more gods in this world, and we are just ghosts that wander here, living like walking corpses. Perhaps death is the true release."
She smiled, and even had the mood to joke with Brando. "Only the holy sword can hurt me. You came here with it, perhaps it is the choice of fate."
Brando kept silent.
She was the Blessed of Death for countless years, shrouding this world with sleep and night. Although she was the god of the dead, she symbolized the hope of life. She stood in front of the gate of Elodenir's divine kingdom with a scythe in her hand, protecting the dead who came here to find eternal sleep. She was the goddess of the dead moon, and her divine kingdom was the peaceful home of all the dead. But she had lost her favor, and perhaps the gods were long gone.
Mephistopheles tightly pursed his lips and looked up.
Andrique sobbed in a low voice.
Kleis's gaze was very calm. She looked at Brando and said softly, "Many years ago, I had foreseen the arrival of this day. I saw your face in countless years, so why have you come?"
"Me?" Brando was silent for a moment, and then quietly replied, "I have come to end everything."
"What is the end of everything?"
Brando didn't answer this question, but asked in return, "Goddess, what caused the gods to leave this world? Who defeated you?"
The goddess smiled lightly, and her eyes showed weakness. "You have already guessed, haven't you?"
Brando was silent.
He turned his head and saw the same worry in the little female dragon's eyes.
The gods created them and abandoned them, but in the end, they died because of them, and an era came to an end. He, who was standing here, represented another part of this plan. But did the gods and the people of the gods foresee their ending?
Brando looked at the sword in his hand, and for a moment, he was a little confused.
The goddess gently closed her eyelids.
She said softly, "Child, this is a debt, but also a hope."
Without bronze, there would be no black iron.
Kleis's body finally turned into light dust, and slowly floated from her throne, and finally disappeared. Just like that, a god left this world forever in her God Kingdom.
Andrique finally sobbed and fell on her brother's shoulder, crying bitterly.
Only a low sobbing sound could be heard in the darkness. After a moment, Scarlet asked in a low voice, "My lord, who caused the gods to leave this world? Who defeated Kleis and the other gods, and made our era lose the glory of the gods? "
"It was the Bronze Clan."
"How, how is that possible?" The Highlander girl's eyes widened, "It was the monsters that killed the gods?"
"It was the Godslayer," Brando said softly, "I should have known that the owner of this name was the Bronze Clan. The gods created the Bronze Generation, and abandoned them. The Bronze Clan, who held a grudge, turned to Dusk, but betrayed again, because all they wanted was revenge."
He turned around and asked, "Do you know the legend of the Eternal One?"
Except for the little female dragon Aloz, everyone shook their heads.
Brando looked at them and replied, "Because it is an existence beyond the gods, a perfect product, an eternal and immortal creature in this world."
"How can there be such an existence?" Irene asked in confusion, "Then isn't it Dusk?"
Brendel shook his head: "Because it is the ultimate existence of another plan, the ultimate weapon that the Divine Citizens will use to fight against Dusk. It is the pinnacle of the Bronze Tribe, but I didn't manage to guess its identity even though the hint was so obvious."
"What is it?" Metisha asked.
The little female dragon Aloz took two steps forward and came to Tia's side. And the light ball in the little girl's hand, the straight light was pointing towards the dome of the Holy Sanctum. Brando's gaze followed the light, two World Tree Roots intertwined with each other above the dome, and disappeared into the darkness and fog.
"Do you see it?" Brando replied, "It is there, where the World Tree Roots converge in the lower realm, the pinnacle of this world — the Emerald Summit."
Metisha gasped softly.
She suddenly looked up and said in disbelief, "Is it the Eternal One, the Eternal Dragon, the Emerald Dragon Nidhogg?"
Brando nodded slowly.
In the depths of the darkness, the merchant girl's eyes had a faint smile, staring at a spot of light in the distance, and there, was Eliu-Denir's divine kingdom. Behind her, the roar of the wind was becoming more and more deafening, and the sea of the netherworld suddenly surged with raging waves, washing away the foundation of the world, as if the entire world was about to be torn apart by these waves.
It was like the death knell of the entire Wohnde, echoing in the depths of the void, and in the darkness of chaos, a behemoth was slowly awakening. As its consciousness awakened, the entire world's crystal wall let out a fragmenting sound.
Then, a golden eye slowly opened.
It had finally awakened.
The Roman laughed softly, and the laughter echoed in the darkness and the silent fog.
… …
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