The half of the mountain that was full of cracks was squeezed by rocks and mud. Almost none of the circuits and symbols carved on it was complete. The buildings on it were all incomplete except for those that were built later.
A dozen sorcerers lived in the "city" that seemed to have been completely destroyed. They were too few to bring any vitality to the place. It was still cold and silent, like a graveyard.
"Allyn …" Douglas, who was floating halfway up the mountain, called its name in the language of Sylvanas in a low voice. Even though he had seen it once, he still could not get rid of the shock and excitement in his heart.
He slowly flew to the ground of Allyn. Guided by the few sorcerers attentively and respectfully, he walked into the central magic tower that only had one third of it left. Along the long pathway, he went deep into the City in the Sky, where the core of all the mysteries and the source of the power of flight were located. Of course, they were all too seriously damaged, and it was impossible to see what they looked like at the beginning.
"The research has begun."
When he went deep into the ground, Douglas said to himself in his heart. One of the main reasons why he chose to come to the Kingdom of Holm instead of Aalto was that the floating city that he had been dreaming of was here.
In his waking state or in his dream, the questions that had bothered him for years would be answered in this place.
Stepping on the gray stone stairs, he walked down step by step, gradually disappearing into the darkness at the entrance of the cave. Everything fell into silence again.
… …
The night before dawn was particularly dark, as if there was no light at all.
Kritonia, the Heart of Time, was sitting in the hall of his villa, with the glittering longsword on his knees.
After the arduous treatment of Francois, he had gotten rid of the remaining curse and recovered his body. However, the weakness of his blood power was obvious even to the common Knight. It would take a while for him to return to his peak state.
"Kritonia, isn't the Liege of Death old?" A gust of wind blew by, and a mocking voice echoed.
The invisible wind landed on the ground and condensed into a tall and thin man. His hair, his skin, and every line on his body gave off the feeling of being blown by the wind. Therefore, whether it was the color of his hair or the color of his eyes, they were all strangely translucent.
"Raymond, he is indeed old, but do you dare to fight him?" Replied Kritonia casually.
The legendary Knight was Raymond, the Grand Duke of the Duchy of Calais. The Duchy of Calais belonged to the former Arthur Empire. Therefore, he had a deep-rooted reverence for the Liege of Death. After hearing that Heart of Time, who was not on good terms with him, was heavily wounded, he purposely mocked him.
"Hmph." Raymond sat on the couch next to him. "Francois asked us to take action and teach those hiding rats an unforgettable lesson."
He had come under the order of the Angel of Grace, and the other Epic Knights were also on their way.
"Not for us to move, but for you to cooperate with me." "Heart of Time" Kritonia raised his head arrogantly, with vague disdain on his young and vigorous face. "I am a man favored by the Lord. I am the strongest Knight on this side of the strait except for my king. So, the Lord loves me, and the Church trusts me to govern you."
"Are we not favored by the Lord?" Raymond mocked back. He always knew that Kritonia was arrogant, but he never thought that he could be so rude one day.
"This is the order of the Angel of Grace. You can only obey it!" Kritonia seemed to be on the Church's side and regarded the other Epic Knights as his subordinates.
Raymond considered himself a well-mannered Knight, but he couldn't help but burst into fury. "What do you think we are? Puppies that you can order around freely? "
"Not puppies, but lambs of the Lord. Servants like us can order them however we want." Replied Kritonia as arrogantly.
"Good! Very good! Don't forget that you are a noble Knight too! "Raymond was so angry that he almost killed the jerk before him.
Kritonia looked at him in disdain. "I can become a Saint Knight any time."
"You!" Raymond decided to defend his dignity and honor with a battle.
At this moment, the gate was opened again, and darkness that seemed to be hiding countless disasters flooded in.
"Hehe." Raymond held back his urge to attack again.
… …
In the Radiance Church, inside the room where transmission magic circles were deployed.
Francois, the Angel of Grace, had been staying here to receive the news from Lance as quickly as possible and to return to the Holy City.
"After they kill Alfonsol and heavily wound Kritonia, they will certainly hide from us. So, the situation will be relatively stable as long as we don't act recklessly." Francois pointed at the red robe next to him, Canuel, who had just taken over the Inquisition.
Canuel lowered his head and said respectfully, "Yes, your estimation is very accurate, my lord. I've just received intelligence from an important person. The Liege of Death's order to the Union of Sorcerers, the Tower of Destroyers, and the Supreme Soul Magic Organization is to discuss other things after the Church's counterattack is over."
"Very good." Francois nodded and turned back to look at the transmission magic circles where holy light was flowing nonstop.
… …
The black fog where transparent and hideous faces appeared surrounded a high magic tower. The magic tower was dark and looked like a tombstone, except that feeble light was flashing on the top floor.
The light came from a silver candlestick. Tannanois, the Liege of Death, who was covered in a cloak, was reading a book that hadn't been opened yet. A dozen strange words were written on the book, which seemed to be from the Meshkate Empire:
The Secret Studies of the Sorcerers on the Original Body in the Past Generations.
… …
After a long journey, Fernando landed on the ground. This place was northwest of the Holy City, close to Tria where the battle took place. It was the area with the most legendary experts. Therefore, he did not dare to fly in the sky carelessly.
This was a long and narrow area. In the southeast was the Holy City, in the northeast was the Northern Province of the Holy Helvetic Empire, in the southwest was Aalto, the last stronghold of the Magic Empire, in the northwest was the Tria battle line, in the north was the Church's ally, the heretics who worshipped the Mother Earth. Further north was the Schachran Empire, which was completely under the control of the Church.
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations "The Angel King, Griffith, Ivan, and Rudolph, plus the 'Sword of Truth' and 'Shield of Truth' who are as good as top legends, five seraphs, more than eight level-three saints, and the cardinals and legends who outnumber the coalition army …" Fernando turned into a mouse and walked through the area carefully. Recalling the intelligence that he received recently, he was both frustrated and angry.
That was not counting the saints such as Saint Francois, the grand cardinals, and the epic Knight who did not join the war in the west!
"Do we have to let in the devils from hell and the demons from the abyss in order to defeat the Church?" Fernando thought in a mess.
Suddenly, he discovered that the tallest building in the city up ahead was shaking violently. In the territory of the Church, the tallest building could only be a cathedral!
"What's going on? Are the legends attacking again? " The coalition army had been driven back to Tria by the forces of the Church. That was why Fernando speculated.
… …
"You have intelligence from the headquarters of 'Red Eye'?" Kritonia looked at the night watcher before him solemnly.
The night watcher lowered his head. "Yes. The intelligence is reliable."
He knew that the epic Knight before him was trapped not long ago. So, he told him the source and the details of the intelligence.
Kritonia picked up his longsword and said in a hurry, "They must be moving. I'm going to stop them right now. Inform Raymond and the rest of them to come later."
"Yes, sir." The night watcher replied, not surprised at all.
The hazy light shuttled through the clouds, quickly approaching a seemingly ordinary small city.
Kritonia roared, "Evil sorcerers, go to hell!"
Turning into 'River of Time', he fell overwhelmingly at the center of the city.
Nielson, who hadn't moved yet, only had one thought in his head when he saw the light. He was doomed …
However, after the washing of time, he was still alive in this world. The senior-rank sorcerers around him were all alive, except for one eighth-circle sorcerer. Of course, the Red-eyed sorcerers further away had all collapsed on the ground. They seemed to have been dead for years!
"Has the Heart of Time dropped to the level of non-legendary?" That was Nielson's first thought, but he soon saw that Kritonia turned around and shouted to the outside of the city, "You can't get away!"
Huh? Nielson was suddenly enlightened. He dragged the senior-rank sorcerers around him and fled in another direction. That was the route of escape that they had prepared.
Soon after they left, Raymond and the other epic Knight arrived. Kritonia said expressionlessly, "We're too slow. The leadership has been evacuated. Only the dozens of middle-rank and low-rank sorcerers haven't escaped yet."
… …
The Liege of Death put down the thick notes in his hands and took out a mirror that was covered in darkness from his storage bag.
He touched the mirror, and it gradually became clear. The scene that was reflected in the mirror turned out to be a room with a cross.
In the Radiance Church, where Kritonia was treated earlier, the shadow in the corner suddenly came to life. It was dark and twisted, as if it were the curse on Kritonia's wound.
The Liege of Death extended his right hand and pressed the mirror. He began to fade and melted into it.
The shadow wriggled and stood up, turning into the Liege of Death who was covered in a hood!
Two spots of redness flashed on his fuzzy face, locking onto Francois who was near the transmission circle.
… …
Douglas finished his studies and walked out of the underground world. Sitting on a rock, he looked at the sky that was getting dark.
"The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Why is it like this …" Douglas mumbled to himself, still fascinated by the world.
In the west, the sun set and dyed everything red.
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