The Scorched Plains were vast and desolate, just like its name suggested. In this endless wasteland, one could only see large patches of scorched earth. Not a single blade of grass grew on the land eroded by the power of Nightmares, and the scorched ground was covered in cracks. At a glance, the entire land looked as if it had once been scorched by fire. In the ancient memory of the Lord of the Mountains, this plain once had a lush vegetation and a prosperous population. That was before Collow was torn apart, before this land had become the 'old world'. Geddon remembered that this land was in the northern hemisphere of Collow, in the temperate zone or sub-frigid zone. At that time, there used to be a beautiful city-state called "Ravendel" on this plain. A mortal saintess ruled the land. She was a devout believer of the goddess of creation, and with her wisdom and faith, she led her people to take root in the wilderness. She was also a close friend of a few wardens. In that beautiful era, even though there was an evil god imprisoned in the core of Collow, the planet was still full of life and hope. Loken led the 'Ancient Kings' to form the 'Sky Council', and ruled the planet together with the mortals …
Back then, every day was bright and sunny.
However, those days were gone forever.
Geddon recovered from his momentary daze. He saw a pillar of wind formed by dust slowly collapsing. Countless twisted and evil monsters were being sent back into the depths of Chaos by the knights' battle formation spells and the Lord of Flames, Gurash's Flaming Storm. The storm of Chaos that covered the sky seemed to have temporarily subsided.
This was the Scorched Plains of today. In this cursed place, there were only monsters, endless monsters.
"Geddon, are you alright?" The Lord of Winds, Alftina's voice came from the side. The female giant summoned a healing halo and scattered it on Geddon's head. "You were daydreaming."
"I was just reminiscing about the past." The Lord of the Mountains shook his head as he looked at the human army in front of him. "We've defeated another wave of mortals. These mortal armies are stronger than I thought."
"They have always been strong. After all, they are Mother's creations and are of the same origin as us," Alftina said softly. At the same time, she reminded Geddon, "Stay focused. We are very close to Lockmarton's territory. He might be trying to influence our minds."
"Don't worry, I won't give it any more openings," Geddon said solemnly.
At the same time, the three most powerful magic warships of Fidelinopolis were cruising at a low speed above the army.
It was extremely difficult to transport materials from the real world to the Forgotten Abyss, especially when the main passage was sealed. Many heroic souls of Fidelinopolis had sacrificed themselves to move the city to the Scorched Plains, and they could no longer send any more materials to this world. But to face the Tyrant of Nightmares, flesh and blood were far from enough. So the pope and the heroic souls did their best to calculate every gram of mass and increase the efficiency of energy conversion. In the end, they were able to transport the three magic-powered warships parked near Fidelinopolis to this world.
The Light of Dawn, the Apostle, and the Daybreak were the most powerful magic-powered warships in the Sanctum, and even the whole of Collow. Even though Geddon was not optimistic about their usefulness, they were still one of the trump cards of the Nightmare Expeditionary Force.
In order to maximize the usefulness of the three spaceships in the final battle, the three spaceships had received the best protection throughout the entire march. Other than providing firepower support during two critical encounters, the three spaceships had not participated in any battles until now.
On the deck of the flagship, the Apostle, Hao Ren and the pope stood together as they gazed at the dark horizon.
Compared to when they set off, the Pope was even more silent now. He stood upright on the deck like a withered pine tree, his skinny arm tightly gripping his crutch. His body did not move at all, and his eyes that were looking at the horizon were as deep as water. In those emotionless eyes, there was not the slightest trace of the old man's emotions.
It was hard for Hao Ren to fathom what an aggregation of the souls of past popes was thinking. The old man had gone beyond the concept of conventional life. He came from a mortal but eventually became a non-human being. What did he see in the eyes of the old man who had carried the passage of 10,000 years and the wisdom of hundreds of sages? And what was he looking at?
"That is Spiral Hill," the pope suddenly said after a long silence.
Hao Ren followed the old man's line of sight. On the horizon, a huge, hazy shadow gradually became clear.
The Spiral Hill was not a hill, but a strangely shaped tower that spiraled upwards.
He saw the earth in the distance bulge up, forming a conical base. Huge rocks and black substances of unknown material extended from the base, like the tentacles of some strange creature reaching into the sky. It twisted and extended upwards, looking like a crooked spring, and inside this' spring ', large masses of black smoke and flashes of lightning rolled endlessly.
Behind Spiral Hill, the thick fog was like a gray wall connecting the sky and the earth. As the fog surged, countless bizarre things could be seen, as if an absurd dream had appeared in the real world.
If he was not mistaken, this should be the "Sea of Turmoil" that the old pope had mentioned.
With the help of the divine spells, the army sped up once again. They flew across the plain like a silver carpet, and the Spiral Hill became clearer and clearer in their field of vision.
"It knows that we are coming." The old pope quietly looked at the weird spiral 'tower'. His voice was as calm as if he had no human emotions. "Calaxus, go and sound the horn. The last battle is about to begin."
In the sky above Spiral Hill, thick clouds began to churn. Huge tentacles began to form from the fog and smoke, as if they were licking the earth. The twilight wandered between the clouds, and the grotesque spots of light resembled the eyes of a giant evil beast. Amidst the flickering light, an unprecedentedly huge shadow emerged, and a huge pressure began to surge between heaven and earth.
Pillars of smoke and dust appeared out of thin air as the tentacles stirred them. Terrifying howls came from all directions. The Chaos daemons continued to gather as Lockmarton woke up. A second ago, they were just smoke and dust, but in the next second, they had gathered like a tide.
"Woo —"
The low sound of the horn came from the three magic-powered warships, desolate and heroic.
"Everyone, draw your swords. The Chaos is coming!"
The commander's roar swept through the formation like a storm. Golden battle flags began to burn fiercely, and sacred runes of Order glowed on the chests of every soldier. The army seemed to be plated with a layer of light, which became a dazzling blade in this dark and gloomy Nightmare World.
Compared to when they first set off, the size of this Fearless Legion had shrunk by almost a third. Tens of thousands of brave warriors had fallen on the journey across the Scorched Plains. More than ten battles, two Chaotic Storms, and fatal spiritual attacks had taken away many noble souls. Those who were still alive were exhausted and had almost no time to rest. The attacks from nightmares were endless. The last battle had just ended, and the soldiers had almost no time to rest before they had to face the final battle.
However, no one flinched, and no one regretted it. This was a war against the evil gods. Nothing but death could stop it!
When the cry of "Chaos is coming!" rang throughout the battlefield, the warriors had raised their weapons again to face the approaching tide of darkness!
The black tide formed by the monsters of Chaos finally came into contact with the vanguard of the Sanctum Expeditionary Army. The silver and black tides collided, and the whole world seemed to stop for a moment.
Then, water splashed everywhere.
Innumerable limbs flew into the air. Some were humans, some were monsters. The point where the two armies collided seemed to have turned into a rough grindstone, sparks and debris flying everywhere in the intense friction. The front of the two tides paused for a moment and sank a little, but in the next moment, they rebounded even more violently and collided again!
The silver vanguard of the Sanctum Expeditionary Army slowed down, but it did not stop. It continued to move forward at a slow but steady pace, constantly approaching the base of Spiral Hill.
On the deck of the Apostle, Lily anxiously watched the chaotic battle in the distance. From time to time, she would quickly circle around Hao Ren. "Mr. Landlord, when are we going?!"
"Wait a little longer." Hao Ren observed the changes in the clouds above Spiral Hill. He knew that there were brave soldiers dying every second, but he could not commit them to the battle on the ground. The sacrifice of those soldiers was to buy time for the second wave of attack. He had to understand this. "Pay attention to Geddon's movements. Once they enter the battle, we will go down to help, but remember to conserve our energy. There is a bigger challenge waiting for us ahead."
"Okay!"
Lily nodded vigorously, then focused on the battle formation of the ten ancient Wardens.
Geddon, the Lord of the Mountains, was also watching the battlefield closely.
The frontline was still advancing. The warriors of the Sanctum used their flesh and blood to forcefully 'smash' a path through the Chaos army. Spiral Hill was now surrounded by layers of black soldiers, but the silver vanguard of the Sanctum Expeditionary Army was like a sharp knife cutting through rotten meat, slowly cutting through the thick barrier.
While the vanguard was fighting, the troops at the back were able to continue advancing.
Suddenly, a powerful spiritual pressure swept across the battlefield.
Like a gust of wind blowing across the surface of a lake, an indescribable spiritual force swept through the spiritual world of everyone on the battlefield. Countless strange illusions and negative emotions emerged, causing everyone to hold their breath. Even though the high-ranking battle priests quickly used divine spells to dispel the spiritual invasion, the palpitating feeling lingered for a long time.
Geddon, the Lord of the Mountains, narrowed his eyes. As the spiritual storm swept across, he saw something strange appear in the pillar of dust at the frontline.
Two huge tentacles formed in the dust, and countless ugly monsters that were four to five meters tall appeared around the tentacles and charged into the battlefield.
"Lockmarton's minions have appeared!" The Lord of the Mountains' voice was as loud as his title. "Wardens, prepare for battle!"
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