"Moros, you've gone mad."
"I'm not the mad one, Mephistopheles. Do you think you can destroy everything? You're wrong. You can't do anything. " Archbishop Moros' robe fluttered in the hot wind, and a sinister smile appeared on his cold face. "Don't compare me with those cowards. What you and they are after is not worth mentioning. Haha, my goal is noble."
"Moros." The Ash Sword Saint rested his sword on his shoulder, and his gray eyes burned with madness. Golden lava spewed out from the ground, but he ignored it. Instead, he bared his white teeth and stared at the archbishop like a wild beast. "You've got one thing wrong."
"I don't care about your goal. I'm only here to kill you. "
"No murderer can go unpunished. I'm not an exception. You're not an exception. Even the emperor of the Cruz Empire is not an exception."
"So," the gray-haired man in black raised his sword and pointed it at the stunned Moros. "Please go to hell."
A gray ripple spread out from the tip of his sword. In an instant, the Rokshbe Palace and the Anderla Cathedral disappeared. Only a vast gray plain was left between the two men. The flames underground seemed to have lost their last shackles. In an instant, a sea of fire rose from the feet of Moros and Mephistopheles.
At this moment, the Level 10 spell was finally completed, and it exploded with its greatest power. It was as if a golden flame sword had pierced out from the ground. The blade was hundreds of feet wide and pierced into the sky. A pillar of light could be seen from dozens of miles away.
A golden red cross shone in the sky.
All of the terrifying power burned away the Ash Sword Saint's robes, revealing his inner armor. The black armor gradually turned golden red, and the gray lines of law flickered. Every line was dazzling, and even his eyebrows and hair were set ablaze, making him look like a man on fire.
However, Mephistopheles did not seem to hear it. He stepped out of the flames. The flames burned on his body, but they were cold and had no temperature. His eyes reflected the golden red flames as he approached Moros step by step. He was like a monster that had walked out of the lava pool of hell.
The Ash Sword Saint raised his sword, which was covered in a layer of golden red. It had already turned into a huge flaming sword.
"No, the flames can't hurt you … No, you are protected by the power of this world … Where is this place?" Moros screamed.
"Moros, you could've used your strongest offensive spell and your Elemental Power. You would've had a chance to win this battle. However, you chose to use this AOE spell. You are too greedy," Mephistopheles shook his head as he walked closer to Moros.
"The Final Plain, the Gray Field … I see …" Moros suddenly understood. "I see. This is the Fourth Realm!"
He suddenly screamed as the Ash Sword Saint's sword stabbed into his chest. The Archbishop, who was in the middle of channeling the spell, could not move at all. The terrifying power of the backlash immediately surged into his body, burning his limbs in an instant.
"Ah!" Moros suddenly laughed. "Haha, you think I'm greedy? You're wrong, cough cough … Mephisto, why don't you go and save them … they're dead meat … "
The Ash Sword Saint looked at him with pity in his eyes.
Moros suddenly stopped, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face. "What do you mean by that look?"
"Moros."
"You've underestimated him."
"Him?"
The Ash Sword Saint nodded.
Moros coughed violently. The light in his eyes was fading rapidly. At the last moment of his life, he seemed to see the huge ring again — Everything Returns to Ring, Everything Returns to One.
The Archbishop of the Holy Cathedral of Fire widened his eyes and groaned, "Futile … futile … futile … futile … futile … futile … futile … you … will … never … understand … the … nature … of … the … world …"
… …
"Brando!"
Brando had just led the princess and the others out of the ruins of the Anderla Cathedral when he heard a familiar voice calling his name. He turned around and saw a group of people in a sea of fire. The leader of the Knight turned around and saw them.
Brando smiled. "Bretton, we meet again."
The young man on the horse also smiled. "It has indeed been a long time. I didn't expect to be in the same trench as you this time."
"Erouine, people should be in the same trench." Brando replied.
Bretton paused for a moment, then nodded.
He dismounted and came to the front of the group. He bowed to Maynild and Princess Gryphine. "Your Highness, Knight Commander Maynild."
"What's the situation?" Maynild's face was pale, and there were traces of blood at the corner of her mouth. If not for Brando supporting her, she would not have been able to stand, but she still asked.
"The first to arrive were the guards. Freya and Moeke led the students to repel them a few times. Now they have retreated to Juggler's Street and Four-Seven Street, but there are no fortifications. They should be waiting for reinforcements."
Bretton replied proudly. He had a reason to be so. The students of the Royal Knight Academy could be said to be the backbone of the kingdom. They were originally selected from the nobles and the best youths of the guards in the south. After systematic learning and training, they could be said to be the best military talents in Erouine.
This was not a boast. The history that Brando knew also proved this point. This army of officers was the main force of the Princess Regent's future expeditions.
"What about the patrolling cavalry? What about the Black Blade Squad? "Maynild frowned.
"They won't be coming." Brando interrupted. [Sani and his clansmen must have succeeded. Of course, I don't know that the Nagas are attacking the inner city. It's enough to distract the defenders of Ampere Seale by attacking the port.] [But I don't know that the Nagas are attacking the inner city. It's enough to distract the defenders of Ampere Seale.]
As for the Black Blade Squad, the Wyvern Knight from both sides were currently engaged in a fierce battle in the sky above Ampere Seale. From time to time, the corpses of wyverns and birds of prey would fall from the sky and shatter into pieces.
For Brando, it was actually very easy to convince the Southern Legion. Ironically, because of the situation in Erouine, the Southern Legion that guarded the borders of the kingdom had fallen into oblivion. In fact, the Royal Faction had always tacitly allowed Count Randner to collude with Madara. This made the Southern Legion's life even more difficult.
In fact, two years later, when the current commander of the Southern Legion, Count Lydi, died in battle, the Southern Legion was basically disbanded and erased from history. Later on, when Erouine was revived, Madara invaded the Southern Border for the second time, and almost overnight, the Valkyrie was attacked from the back and died in the Crimson Canyon. In fact, a large part of the reason was the evil karma that the Royal Faction had sowed.
The destruction of the Southern Legion in this era was seen as a compromise with Count Randner. Although the Royal Faction won in the end, it deeply hurt the hearts of the people in the South.
Brando naturally would not let this happen again, but he lacked an opportunity. Furthermore, he did not know where the Southern Legion was at this moment. It was not until Nosida's appearance that a real opportunity presented itself in front of him.
Both sides hit it off almost immediately. The Southern Legion that was at the end of their road desperately needed an ally, especially when Brando could use the princess's name. At the same time, unlike the Royal Faction, he did not have a good impression of Count Randner, so he immediately sold him out.
In fact, it could not be said that he sold him out. He and Count Randner were originally mortal enemies, and forming an alliance with the Southern Legion could be said to be killing two birds with one stone.
Today, the Southern Legion sent Erouine's most powerful Wyvern Cavalry to support the princess. In fact, it was part of the alliance, but it was far more than that.
Brando only thought that Count Randner's good days were coming to an end.
But this thought only lasted for a moment, because everyone was looking at him at this moment.
"Our ally is restraining them," Brando immediately replied: "Bretton, are there any guards at the King's Trail and Forest Avenue?"
Bretton looked at Maynild, while the black-haired female Knight looked at Princess Gryphine. The half Fairy Princess was standing in the middle of the crowd with a rain-proof cloak, her face still pale. She nodded: "Leave everything to Mister Brando."
"But wait a moment," Princess Gryphine raised her head and looked at Brando: "Mister Brando, Ampere Seale is a famous city in history, and there are many things that are truly precious to the people of Erouine other than money and power … … If you have no other choice, I hope that you … …"
"I know." Brando nodded. It seemed that the destruction of the Anderla Cathedral had caused her to hold a grudge. In fact, it was not only the princess, but he was also heartbroken. Just like what Princess Gryphine said, this was a kingdom with a long history, and there were many things that were regarded as spiritual symbols in this land. If they were to completely destroy everything for the sake of victory, the damage to this ancient kingdom and its people would be unimaginable.
But war was war, and Brando could only reply: "We will do our best to protect everything, Your Highness. What we want is not a battered Erouine."
Princess Gryphine nodded calmly, indicating that she agreed.
He turned his head back.
Bretton glanced at him and nodded in agreement. He was born in Braggs, and there was a famous clock tower in the city of Braggs. Almost everyone who grew up in Braggs had memories of this clock tower since childhood, and they proudly regarded it as the symbol of Braggs. If one day this clock tower were to collapse in the flames of war, he believed that everyone in Braggs would feel sad.
Sometimes, these spiritual symbols were not only precious treasures, but also symbols of hope. As long as they were still there, Erouine would eventually rise from the ashes. This was the power of culture, and Bretton deeply agreed with this point in his heart:
"Brando, there are no traces of the guards in the direction of the King's Walk and Forest Avenue, but if we head north, there should be a garrison stationed near the north gate of Ampere Seale."
Although the Anderla Cathedral was located on the central axis of Ampere Seale, it was actually located in the east near the port area, in fact, in the center of the old port area. There were five main roads that led to the cathedral. The King's Walk and Forest Avenue were north of the cathedral, and the Juggler's Street and Four-seven Avenue were south of the cathedral. There was also Petrel Street that led east to the port of Petrel Fortress.
Brando let the Nagas occupy the port, and his actual plan was to let the princess and the rest break through to the north, near the Silver Lighthouse outside the city. There was a ship waiting for them there, and then both sides would leave the Silver Lighthouse Bay and rendezvous in the outer sea of Ampere Seale.
This plan seemed extremely bold, but it was full of possibilities. First of all, the north was the hinterland controlled by Duke Seifer, and no one would think that they would break through to the north. Secondly, the sea was raging, and there was almost no possibility of leaving Ampere Seale through the outer sea.
But all of this was possible because of the existence of the Demon Whale.
Now it seemed that the other side had indeed deployed a large number of troops in the south gate. After listening to Bretton's description, Brando replied, "Ampere Seale has nearly 30,000 Coast Guards, so it's normal for there to be a large group of troops in front of us."
He raised his head, "How many people do we have?"
"More than 200 cadets under the command of Freya and Mok."
"Two hundred against a thousand." Brando silently looked at the darkness in the north. These were the 200 cadets of the Royal Knight Academy, the backbone of Erouine's resurgence. This elite troop that belonged to Her Royal Highness had shed their last drop of blood in the Second War of the Black Roses, and was completely annihilated in the Crimson Canyon together with the Valkyrie.
But in this era of Aouine, there was no army that could match them.
He raised his head, and the wind and rain in the dark fell on him.
"Your Royal Highness, please give the order for us to break through to the north and rendezvous with my men."
… …
The braziers in Petrel Fortress were burning fiercely, reflecting the faces of everyone who was in a hurry. But this warmth could not dispel the chill in everyone's hearts in the hall. Everyone's face was gloomy.
Marquis Yurian frowned as he sat at a long table. On the long table was a huge map of the Port of Ampere Seale and the nearby areas. There were more and more indicators on the map that represented the enemy. According to the latest round of intelligence, the Nagas had already attacked the Trade Street along Petrel Avenue. If Petrel Fortress could not stop them …
Then the inner city would be a smooth path ahead of them.
The marquis rubbed his frowning brows, "Let's go out and take a look." After that, he stood up, his armor clattering. Before anyone could stop him, the commander of the Coast Guards of Ampere Seale had already pushed open the door with a crash.
Outside, there was a storm, lightning, and thunder.
"My Lord."
Yurian was silent. He looked at the rain, and the nearby streets were already filled with people. The flag that represented the Coast Guards still appeared on the main streets near Petrel Avenue, but a few places had already become prominent in the fierce battle. The Nagas' attack was unusually fierce. This was not a robbery at all, but an invasion.
Their enemies were soon clear. They were the Grey Fin Naga's guards.
The Grey Fin Naga's guards were a standard tier-2 army in the game. Not to mention the Coast Guards of Ampere Seale, even Erouine's regular army was no match for them.
The shining Poseidon Scepter was like a sharp sword hanging in everyone's heart, and they were not in the mood to speak at all.
In the midst of the silence, there was a blurry darkness further away. Other than the earth-shattering killings that proved that there was a battle in those places, the entire port had become a giant beast that devoured lives.
The casualties were heavy.
"Zinopa Lee and his patrolling cavalry are still holding on, but they won't be able to hold on for much longer." The Marquis turned around. "Let Eben and Inest bring their troops to support us."
"My Lord, but the Archbishop has ordered that the defense of the South Gate must not be transferred."
"I'm in charge here now." The Marquis stood in the rain and interrupted him. He turned around and said word by word, "This is Ampere Seale, and the Frada Forest is to the south. The territory of the Royal Faction is separated by the Arreck Mountains. Why do we have to invest so much in the South Gate? Is the Royal Faction already at our doorstep? "
"But Her Highness …"
"That has nothing to do with us." The Marquis replied coldly. "Remember, we are the soldiers of Ampere Seale. Protecting this port is our duty. If the Lord Officiator has any questions, he can come to me. "
The few Knights around him looked at each other for a moment, then looked at each other and bowed deeply to the old soldier who had guarded Ampere Seale for more than ten years. Finally, they left the hall one by one.
The Marquis sighed.
He placed his hand on the cold battlements and suddenly felt that the Kingdom was just like the port, swaying in the dark storm.
He could not help but look at the dark sea.
A bright light rose from the surface of the sea.
Carglise looked at the light and turned around. The White Lion Legion was ready to move out. There were only a hundred of them, but they had the aura of ten million people. It was hard for the average person to believe that this was an army from Tónigel. Less than half a year ago, they were just a group of youths from the countryside.
His heart was burning with passion.
Carglise felt that he had made the most important decision in his life. He did not know if it was right or wrong, but at least he would not regret it.
"Miss Amandina."
"I saw it too." Amandina stood in the rain and turned around. Her eyes were dark and gloomy. "It's time. You should get ready to move out. Please be sure to escort the Lord back safely."
"I understand."
"Carglise, remember, the one who can save Erouine is not the Royal Faction or the Princess, but the Lord." Amandina replied faintly.
Carglise paused for a moment. "Miss Amandina, do you also think that the Lord should not take this risk?"
"It is not wise," Amandina sighed. "But it is precisely because of this that we believe that he can save this dark era. Even if he is clumsy, my father said that some people are born to bring light to others."
"We follow him."
"We only hope to see a miracle."
"That is all."
Carglise did not say anything and only nodded seriously. He watched as the weak noble lady turned around and walked back into the house. There seemed to be some kind of determination in her, and the same kind of determination burned in his heart.
He turned around.
Countless pairs of bright eyes focused on him. Every young person had the same mark on them. They had come here from the Loop of Trade Winds, and they had witnessed a miracle with their own eyes. In the endless darkness of the storm, a pillar of light pierced through the heavens and earth. It was an unforgettable sight.
The person who brought light was now in this city.
In the midst of this pitch-black windstorm.
He raised his sword.
Amandina looked at the youths one last time, watching their white armor disappear into the rain one by one. Perhaps they should be called the White Lion Legion now. They carried the ideals of this era, and walked out of a glorious period of history under her leadership.
What kind of change would this bring to the kingdom?
Or would it be a splash in the long river of history?
Amandina silently opened the door and saw the Roman sitting upright. She was originally worried that the young lady would treat Princess Magadal as a toy, but now she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Roman?"
"Amandina." The Roman said seriously.
"Yes?" Amandina was slightly startled. In her impression, the young lady who always prided herself as a great merchant had never acted like this.
"Amandina, I'm sorry," Amandina nodded. "But the Roman is about to go to Brando."
"What? Wait, you can't — "Amandina was shocked. The young people of the White Lion Legion were about to depart, and they, who had no combat ability, had to immediately board the ship and meet up with Brando in the open sea. At this time, the Roman must not be in any trouble.
But before she could finish speaking, she suddenly found that she could not move.
"Roman, you despicable —!"
"Amandina, listen to the Roman," the Roman stared into Amandina's eyes, giving her a fright. She had never seen him like this before. "Brando is in danger. This is a trap, and only the Roman can help him."
"Amandina, so the Roman is about to leave."
"I'll leave Princess Magadal to you, please take good care of her."
"This is the mission Brando gave to the little Roman, and now the little Roman is passing it to you."
When the young lady finished speaking, she had already pushed the door open and left. Amandina only heard her last sentence. "Sister White, let's go … Please hurry, Princess Magadal told me that there is not much time left …"
Her face was pale.
… …
(PS: A 6000 word chapter. Because the plot is together, I did not separate it. You know what I mean … "(To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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