Early in the morning, the first ray of sunlight streaked across the horizon, and Valhalla welcomed a new day.
Garrison Captain Laines stood on the high city walls, looking at the vast and boundless territory shrouded in the early morning mist. He couldn't help but sigh once again, thinking about the legend that his great lord had created. He started from scratch, and after ten years of hard work, he had achieved the illustrious reputation of a lord.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle from afar broke Laines' thoughts, and the mist suddenly dispersed. A huge bird of prey flew to the top of the city like lightning, and with a flap of its wings, it landed on the highest tower. The body of the bird of prey shone with a green light, and its body began to rapidly shrink. The feathers covering its body turned into a robe full of flying feathers, and when the green light dispersed, a middle-aged man with a face full of oil paint appeared. He had a serious expression on his face as he struck the large bell hanging on the tower. With the deep and solemn sound of the bell echoing in the castle, Laines knew that the cruel war had begun once again … …
Half an hour later, with a creaking sound, the drawbridge of Valhalla's castle began to slowly descend, accompanied by a series of rumbling sounds. At the very front were the champion Knights riding on Arreck's fine horses. The Knights in full armor represented Valhalla's greatest legend. In the past, they had followed that glorious man everywhere, spreading glory throughout Erouine. Now, they would become shields, become swords, and create a new legend.
Following closely behind the Knights were huge steel golems, their bodies sparkling under the sunlight and their thick and solid arms showing their creator's endless pursuit of power. On the flanks were the heavy infantry with long spears and long archers. Their expressions were serious, their battle formation neat, and they didn't say a word.
At this time, a shadow flew across the sky and blocked the sunlight. Looking up, the druids riding on the gigantic chimera beasts had already taken off. They were like loyal sky guards circling around the city. The gigantic chimera beasts were constantly roaring, causing the riders to reprimand them from time to time. At this time, a huge rumbling sound rang out, and everyone stopped moving, looking in the same direction as if they were waiting for something.
Finally, accompanied by a strong cyclone from the ground, a huge aerial battleship slowly rose from the city. Blazing white flames, the silver-white body of the ship, with a streamlined beauty and human yearning for the sky, flew into the vast sky. At this moment, everyone held their breaths, and only felt admiration for the crystallization of human civilization.
On the wide bridge stood all kinds of people, there were Buga Wizards, Black Forest Wizards, Silver Elven Knights, and secret druids. They came from different places, and had different beliefs, but they all had the same belief, and gathered beside a Knight. At this moment, their expressions were solemn, and they were looking at the figure standing at the forefront.
It was a Knight in heavy armor. The strong wind in front of him made his cloak flutter, but it didn't make him take a step back. The sun plated his body with a golden edge, and people couldn't see his face clearly, but just by looking at his back, you could feel a kind of peace and tranquility. It was a kind of silent determination and dignity, as if as long as you stood beside him, you would have endless courage. Only this kind of attitude could make these people follow him loyally, and follow him on a path full of thorns and blood.
This Knight slowly took out a book with golden runes drawn on it, and with his finger, he ran it lightly across the spine of the book, and finally stopped at a certain point, and then said: "Cards of Fate, Immortal Alliance, [Platinum Angel], summon!" As soon as his voice fell, the wind and the roars of the giant beasts disappeared, as if they were cut off by someone. At that moment, everything fell into silence, and it was so quiet that people could only feel the breathing of nature.
In the next moment, golden flames spread across the bridge, and a holy aura began to gather. A pure white pillar of light broke through the thick layers of clouds, and descended on the warship in the sky. With a holy chant, the warship seemed to be merged with the light, and it was placed in heaven.
In the sky filled with holy light, a pair of pure white wings slowly spread out behind the Lord, and as the feathers of light scattered, a holy figure appeared. A sentence echoed in the Lord's heart: "Platinum Angel, descend, life points locked." At this moment, he looked forward, and his vision passed through the mountains and rivers. He seemed to be able to see the kingdom of darkness, where frost spread across the land, and a sea of white skeletons covered the mountains and plains. Death and sorrow flowed, and living beings cried out in grief.
He pulled out a longsword from the light, and faced the sun, and roared: "Everyone, follow me!"
The longsword shone brightly, and a sentence was engraved on the blade: "Our faith is cast on the stars."
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