History had recorded the unusual tide of Chaos that occurred in the south of Taros:
The storm formed on the edge of the continent. The dark side of the Sea of Carnos surged in the endless abyss and broke through the boundaries of the world of Order. The first wave of energy came from the south of the Black Forest all the way to the north, destroying all the land along the way. The forest was twisted and withered, the earth was decayed and poisoned, the climate was out of balance, and the stars were gone. In the face of the unprecedented power of Chaos, the outposts and villages set up by the kingdom between the Black Forest and the buffer zone became dead almost overnight. They had no time to send the news of the storm back to the fortress.
In the first attack, Fort Raven experienced a day and night of fighting. Due to the lack of advance warning, the warriors of the kingdom suffered heavy losses. Before the runic wall and the barrier of Order were raised, the knights could only fight the enemy with their flesh and blood and the golden battle flag. All the members of the second brigade of the Black Blade Guards died on the defense line, and no one retreated. The third and fourth brigades of the Raven Guards resisted the air attack of the storm of Chaos on the wall until the barrier was lit, and no one retreated. The supreme commander of the Raven Guards, Count Donald, died on the wall.
The first round of storm finally subsided after a day and night.
Three days later, the second round of attack came.
Black and dirty smoke columns crashed on the ground like tornadoes. More than a dozen of such tornadoes plowed the entire land outside the fortress. In the blink of an eye, all the traces left on the battlefield three days ago were shuffled, swallowed, and torn into finer gravel by the power of Chaos. Smoke and dust filled the air, tearing out black ribbons like the banners of the Army of Chaos fluttering in the air. Under these banners, countless monsters were flocking to the bright lighthouse in the darkness — Fort Raven.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The Spire of Flames emitted a brilliant white light, and a barrier formed by the power of Order shrouded over Fort Raven. Powerful sacred runes flowed on every stone brick of the wall. These holy runes could prevent the invasion of Chaos into the city, but they could not stop the irrational monsters from launching suicidal attacks on the fortress. The monsters condensed from the smoke were bloodless, tearless, and emotionless. They were neither afraid of pain nor death. Only the deep-seated hatred of the World of Order drove them to keep rushing forward. Wave after wave, they exploded into huge black flowers on the outer wall of Fort Raven.
With an ear-piercing screech, a giant skeleton-like bird emerged from the darkness and slammed into the Order Barrier outside the city wall. Almost half of its body was instantly burned into pieces by the Divine Power. However, its remaining body still emitted a mass of dark energy and caused a huge explosion outside the barrier. Then, more monsters hit the same spot. Some of them self-destructed to weaken the barrier, while others condensed all their energy into a more powerful and effective magic attack before hitting the barrier. The Chaos Arrow formed by pure primordial magic energy was equivalent to a level six spell among human wizards. It was a full-powered attack from an intermediate wizard, but it seemed like it was free in this place. The white glowing patterns on the barrier dimmed visibly under the continuous impacts. The originally orderly energy flow began to become chaotic, and as this happened, the monitoring mage on a nearby sentry tower had already used the resonance sound to warn everyone.
"Team Three! Zone 7-5A, front left, weak spot! "
The warning could only be heard by the soldiers in a specific area. Those who did not receive the order continued to fight in other areas, while the soldiers who received the order ran in the direction of the weak spot.
A moment later, a loophole appeared, and the monsters shrouded in black smoke and poisonous fog rushed to the wall through the loophole.
They were instantly washed away by the force field of Order, and their bodies collapsed into primordial energy at an alarming rate. But before they completely dissipated, they would cause irreparable damage to the wall.
Philip and his soldiers went up to meet the monsters.
The feeling of the enchanted two-handed sword hitting the monster was transmitted back to the veteran's wrist along with the recoil of the sword, making his arm numb. It was not the feeling of cutting into flesh and blood, but more like cutting into a hard piece of wood or even stone. Only the twitching corpse of the monster that turned into ashes in front of him gave him a sense of reality, proving that the attack was indeed effective. At the same time that the first monster fell, two more longswords slashed across the back of the other two monsters, sending them flying.
Phillip wiped the blood and sweat off his forehead. The battle had been going on for so long that he was no longer sure where his wounds were. Only the one on his forehead was a constant reminder. The veteran nodded to his subordinates and quickly made a few hand gestures. Years of cooperation and strict training meant that they did not need to speak much. On this battlefield where every second mattered, they only needed to communicate with each other through eye contact and hand gestures, and everyone would know what to do.
The soldiers flew forward and formed a small defensive formation around them. They began to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the monsters that were constantly pouring in from the gap.
Philip swung his two-handed sword and cut down a humanoid monster that leaped towards him. He looked at his men from the corner of his eye and could not help but sigh.
There was one less. Little Arunik was lying on the cold wall forever.
While he was distracted, Philip felt a burning sensation on his shoulder. He instinctively turned his head, and a shadow brushed past his cheek. The sneak attack almost cut off half of his head.
The veteran quickly adjusted his center of gravity, stepped sideways, and turned around. The two-handed sword drew a large semicircle in the air and slashed heavily on a monster that looked like a giant bear.
The blade of the two-handed sword glowed with a faint white light, and the 'giant bear' staggered. Then a soldier next to him stepped forward and finally killed the monster.
The sword in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Philip panted heavily. He felt the wound on his shoulder as if it was on fire. He was losing his strength, and the weapon in his hand became heavier with every passing second. The veteran shook his head, vaguely feeling that it would be difficult for him to walk down this part of the wall today.
He looked up into the air. The gap on the barrier had begun to close. The self-healing ability of the Runic Wall and the Barrier of Order would gradually fill the gap created by the monsters of Chaos. It would not take long for the place to become safe again, and the monsters would not be able to enter Fort Raven from this gap for a while.
But before the whole battle was over, there would be more than one gap here.
The remaining monsters on the wall were being dealt with by the soldiers. Philip dragged his two-handed greatsword on the ground, trying his best to recover his strength. He understood that as long as he could recover a little more strength, he would have a higher chance of surviving until the end of the battle.
He was not a capable general who could devise strategies, nor was he a hero who could turn the tide on the battlefield. He was just a soldier, a veteran who was more experienced than ordinary soldiers. He did not understand the righteousness of the country and the rise and fall of civilization. All he could do and know was to fight to the death on the battlefield. At this moment, he used all his experience and knowledge to survive until the next battle. This was all he could do as a veteran.
An ordinary person living in the world of Collow.
Philip took out the emergency potion distributed to every frontline soldier by the Raven Guards. He poured half of the remaining potion into his mouth and the other half directly on his wound. The stimulation of the cheap potion made his throat and wound sting at the same time, but the pain was mostly gone in an instant. It was not that the wound had really been healed. In fact, the healing effect of this potion was only so-so. Its biggest function was to relieve pain and boost spirit. But for the frontline soldiers, these two effects were precious.
Throwing away the potion, the veteran straightened up and looked into the distance.
The black smoke outside the fortress did not show any signs of dissipating. The power of Chaos was coming at them aggressively. A new storm was forming in the sky above the wasteland outside the fortress. Monsters kept pouring out of the black smoke as if there was no end to them.
There was still a little sunlight before, but now it was completely gone.
The power of Chaos had once again occupied the sky, and the power of the sun, Ulo, was obscured by darkness. Unless the Chaos retreated, it would probably not appear in the South for a long time.
Philip swallowed, muttered something in a low voice, and was about to turn around. But the moment he turned his head, a glimmer of light appeared in the sky and stopped him.
The old soldier stood there in a daze, staring at the end of the horizon as if he was possessed. In his sluggish vision, the light was getting brighter and brighter, getting closer and closer.
It was like the rising sun.
Philip had a ridiculous thought for a moment: Was the power of Chaos retreating so soon? Had the sun, Ulo, retaken the sky so soon?
But he soon realized that he was wrong. The light was not sunlight at all. It did not come from the sky but from the ground.
A powerful light source like a small sun was dispelling the darkness, and under that light, countless shadows were emerging on the ground.
It was an endless horde of beasts.
Almost everyone in Fort Raven who was watching the battlefield saw this scene.
Humans would never know that there were so many abhumans outside the borders of civilized countries. Lizardmen, cave dwellers, demonic wolves, demonic apes, bear monsters, goblins, imps, and even elemental creatures, shadow creatures, immortals, and ancient beasts. There were even more that could not be named. Just looking at their silhouettes from a distance was enough to make one feel horrified.
The commander of Fort Raven was stunned. He saw a black tide rushing toward his castle as if it was going to devour the world.
The mentor of the wizard legion accidentally broke his crystal ball. He saw a flaming python crawling on the ground, and a few fire elemental lords as tall as the city tower led a sea of fire forward. It was a grand scene of hundreds and thousands of fire elementals gathering together.
The leader of the Gryphon Riders almost fell off his mount. He saw a black dragon circling above the tide. The powerful Epic creature was actually guarding the team.
The Beast Tide was still moving forward as if it did not care about the storm of Chaos ahead.
Nor did it care about Fort Raven that was in the way.
Miss Husky stood majestically on the head of the ancient earth dragon, commanding her team to move forward and forward.
She was super happy now, as if she had found her landlord.
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