The Holy Titan was the greatest and most terrifying war machine of the Nicoharran Dynasty. It was the culmination of the wealth, wisdom, engineering, and theology of the ancient dynasties.
The Holy Titan was a living statue. Its face was carved according to the portrait of a god of death among the Nicoharran gods.
These statues radiated an evil magic halo. It was said that those who stood in the shadow of the statue could hear the cruel laughter of the ancient gods.
After the Holy Titan was built, it was placed in the stone chamber on the highest level of the tomb king's tomb. It was believed that these stone statues could be used as guides for the souls of the dead kings. They were responsible for leading the eternal spirits of the kings from the mortal world to the spiritual world. Therefore, when the tomb kings created the Holy Titan, they did not try to save any money. The body of each Holy Titan was made of the most expensive gold and gems. Gold was a precious metal, and it was also a good conductor to conduct the magic wind.
An exquisite giant staff was engraved with ancient runes and hieroglyphs of the Sun God Petra. It symbolized the infinite power of the Sun God Petra and the light of dawn. When the Holy Titan was activated, the light of the Sun God Petra would illuminate the subspace and the mortal world, expel demons, and bring order.
In his other hand, he held a giant scale. The scale was burning with the fire of the underworld that would never be extinguished. According to legends, the souls of the dead kings would be judged by the gods of the underworld on this scale to see if these souls were valuable enough to enter the glorious realm of the dead or be exiled to the underworld.
On the battlefield, the Holy Titan charged its staff with the power of the light of the Sun God. Those who were shrouded in the dazzling light would immediately be set on fire. The Holy Titan could also release the energy in the Scale of Omens. Invisible claws would extend from the scale and tear the souls of the enemies.
Such a powerful war machine would only be used when the Nicohalla Empire was facing the most difficult and dangerous situation. The creation of each Divine Titan required many years of hard work from thousands of Nicohalla slaves. Buried in the chest of each Divine Titan was the mummy of an ancient priest. These were the high priests of the Order of Funeral Rites. They lived and died like mortals. They were knowledgeable when they were alive and had traveled to every corner of the Desert Empire. They devoted their entire lives to studying the art of communicating with the Gods.
Therefore, just like how they assisted their king when they were alive, their souls would continue to assist their king after they died. It was this dead priest's magic-like coordination of spiritual power that allowed the Holy Titan to walk in two worlds at the same time, acting as a channel to connect the mortal world and the spirit world.
Therefore, when these invincible war machines strode into the battlefield and blocked the retreat of the Elite Army, almost everyone was shocked. As the Divine Titan entered the battlefield and waved its staff, a group of Rothern Sea Guards was sent flying into the sky. A mysterious power was driving the Divine Titan's movements.
"Retreat! Retreat! " Tyrion ordered the retreat almost as soon as the Holy Titan appeared. The Lothian Sea Guards were protecting their little queen and the War Lord. Their front line retreated quickly like fish swimming in water. The two rows of sea guards at the front immediately gathered and formed a solid shield formation. Dozens of spears were aimed at the Holy Titan.
Then, it was shattered by a single blow.
The Holy Titan walked in the gap between the mortal world and the subspace. The terrible war machine strode forward with the balance in its hand. Its staff smashed the shields of the sea guards into pieces.
"Judgment, come." Laser beams shot out from the eyes of the colossus. The pure white beams, twenty or thirty centimeters thick, swept from left to right.
"Ahhhh!" The entire front line was destroyed. The arm of a Lothian Sea Guard was swept by the light beam. His flesh instantly melted into a ball of bubbling residue.
The Elite Army was forced to continue to retreat. Right behind them, the army of the dead was hot on their heels. Tyrion found that there was nothing that could stop this terrible enemy in front of him. The retreat of the Lothian Sea Guards forced the Ares Skyhawk Legion and the Astari Sentinels to retreat as well. These two armies were intercepting the undead cavalry that was coming from the flanks.
Tyrion immediately handed Alissanda over to his adjutant, Bellarion. The Great Lord of War eagerly commanded the army to regroup and at the same time, called the names of the other Elite Heroes.
On a small hill in the rear, the Avalon Sisters were shooting together under the leadership of the Eternal Queen's chief maid. The Lothian Sea Guards and the Ares Legion saw this and shot arrows together. The rain of arrows they shot out covered the sky, but most of the arrows landed on the Holy Titan and bounced off without question. Even the magic arrows of the Avalon Sisters were the same.
Not enough, this kind of damage was far from enough!
The Holy Titan continued to move forward. Their footsteps were like the tolling of the doomsday bell!
And just as the Elite Army was being stopped by the Holy Titan, two new undead armies joined the battlefield!
The Nagashza Guards raised the flag of the Lord of the Undead. The super-heavy undead warriors with huge swords and heavy shields in their hands appeared!
"For the Lord of the Undead, for Nagashza, for Nagashza!" The black mass of super-heavy graveyard guards gave up on fighting the dwarves and even gave up the opportunity to fight the Eternal Guards under the Supreme King Solgreen. They only came to stop the Elite Army!
This army named after Nagashza was the strongest infantry legion of Nagashza. These black-armored skeleton warriors, as their name suggested, were the trump card of Akhan's iron army. They were also considered the strongest army that could compete with the Old Guard under Laing. Now, Akhan intended to let this army prove that they were far more powerful than the High Elves!
Next came the elites under Man Frey's command, the Helmut Guards and the Dunkenhoff Guard Legion. These two armies were the strongest infantry legions under Man Frey's command. These two armies had served Man Frey for hundreds of years. They were uniformly dressed in red and black armor of the Von Kastein family and wielded cursed weapons with undead runes. Under the dark sky of Nagashza, the two elite graveyard guards tirelessly moved forward quickly, ready to fulfill their mission and be loyal to their master, Man Frey.
The Death Shriek flag hovered in the air, and the terrifying black magic caused the flag to constantly let out shrill shrieks. It severely disrupted the drum beats and slogans of the High Elves, causing their souls to tremble and wail uncontrollably.
Their weapons were useless against the Holy Titans and the Barren Graveyard Guards. The morale of the High Elves plummeted after their formation was destroyed. If it weren't for Tyrion, the High Lord of War, who was still desperately gathering his troops, the High Elves would have scattered and fled. Tyrion noticed that the High Elven Noble who commanded the High Elves had fallen on the plains of Nagashza. His face was covered with hot blood, and he was killed by a heavy sword piercing through his helmet.
The Commander of the Mist Sentinels of Iris, Azarion's beloved general, Ararica Frostheart lay quietly in the arms of his comrade. Beside him, the entire Skyhawk Legion was being swallowed by the graveyard guards.
Tyrion tried to rush left and right in vain, but he could not stop his army from falling into decline. He was injured in the duel with Gul and used up too much of his strength. At this time, facing a large group of graveyard guards and the Holy Titans, Tyrion was no longer as strong as he wanted to be. Several of the White Lion Guards sent by Finnuba to protect him had fallen one after another. Only two of them were left by his side, and they were also injured.
At that moment, a chain of lightning descended upon the battlefield. Lightning arcs swept across the battlefield, leaping wildly among the Graveyard Guards. The sound of explosions was endless, and a low rumble reverberated in the air. The Nagashza Guards were forced back by magic.
The Holy Titans finally suffered some visible damage. One was temporarily stopped, and the other was knocked back a step by the lightning. However, the graveyard technicians immediately appeared to repair it. Everyone knew that in a few minutes, the Holy Titans would be reactivated.
"Brother!" An arcane phoenix descended from the sky. Tyrion immediately knew that Tegris had brought people here. The War Lord was overjoyed. He waved his sword and forced three graveyard guards to retreat. Then, he took the opportunity to cut open the armor of one of the graveyard guards and shouted, "If this continues, we will be in trouble. You must know how to deal with those colossi, right?"
"… Colossi can only be matched by dragons or heavy cannons. If you give me enough time to cast spells, I also have a chance," Tegris said to Tyrion. "The dwarves' heavy cannons."
"Why haven't the dwarves come to support us yet?" Tyrion was furious. He saw that the Hous Sword Saints who were covering the rear had lost more than seventy people. The rest were barely holding on. The second-ranked archmage, Bellannar, was in a spellcasting duel with Lich King Akerhan. Bellannar's spellcasting ability was second only to Tegris in Ossouin, but he was no match for Akerhan …
"Two hours, brother," Tegris said calmly.
"I don't care if it's two hours or not, I! Don't! Care! " Tyrion roared. The Holy Titans were getting closer and closer. Every time they swung, several high elves would fall. Princess Etilla was injured. Her armor was shattered, and the wings on her helmet were chopped off by the Graveyard Guards. A few Tyrenloc chariots were still running, but one of them was crushed by the Holy Titans.
Tegris could only nod in silence. He immediately sent out a signal.
All of the high elves looked at the dwarven army with anticipation.
At this time, Akerhan and Frey had transferred all of their elites to stop the high elves. The pressure on the dwarves was greatly reduced. Only a few small fries like zombies, skeleton warriors, and Akerhan's skeleton warriors were left to tangle with the Eternity Peak army. The dwarven warriors of Eternity Peak naturally had an easier time. These small fries couldn't even break their armor.
At this time, more than two hours had passed. The agreed time between the dwarves and Gao Jing had arrived. After seeing Tegris' signal, the Supreme King's throne did not move immediately.
Come! Come! We need support! Gao Jing had already fallen into a bitter battle, surrounded by Undead from all directions.
For a full minute, the dwarves did not seem to have any reaction, nor did they see Tegris' signal. They were only cleaning up the enemies that were still tangling with them.
Come quickly! The legendary heroes of Gao Jing were almost all begging in their hearts. At the same time, they had to divide half of their attention to deal with the enemies in front of them.
The Supreme King's throne of power was still as immovable as a mountain.
Tyrion's voice was hoarse as he commanded, and the screams of the Death Shriek echoed one after another. Tyrion alone stopped the entire Duncanhoff Guards. Thirty Graveyard Guards were turned into ashes under his sword, and three more wounds were added to the War Lord's body.
Azarion and his mount, the Wings of Storm, were gradually at a disadvantage, suppressed by Man Frey. However, the soldiers of Iris were brave and tenacious. The Astari sentries swore to protect the flag and used their bodies to block Akerhan's chariots.
In the end, the dwarves finally reacted. High King Solgreen gave the order, and the majestic dwarven horn was blown. The dwarven army began to slowly move towards the high elves who were fighting hard.
"Damn dwarves, they're finally of some use!" Tyrion mounted his horse again. The War Lord raised his Flare Sword and roared at Tegris, "Send the signal to retreat! We'll break through to the dwarves and let them hold the undead back. Everything is for Alissanda! "
"Big brother?" Tegris was stunned.
"Do as I say!" Tyrion said sternly. Then, the War Lord turned around and killed his way into the Graveyard Guards.
The remaining silver-helmeted knights and Erion's marauders immediately followed Tyrion's charge. They formed a large cavalry formation, and with Tyrion himself as the arrowhead, they launched a suicidal charge towards Akerhan's Nagashza Guards, Man Frey's Helmut Guards, and Dunkenhoff Guards.
It was a tragic charge. Hundreds of High Elven Cavalrymen were killed in the blink of an eye. The dead High Elves fell in a foreign land far away from their homeland. Their corpses could only be left in the land that was cursed and corrupted by the Undead. Their helmets and armor were their tombstones, proving that they had fought for the future of Osuen.
"Great Spell, Light Shield: Sword Sealing!" Tegris chanted a spell, and three giant swords of light, dozens of meters long, lit up the battlefield. They pierced into the ground beside the Divine Titans, and a net of light surged. The three Divine Titans were all restrained, unable to move.
Controlling three giant war machines in one breath exhausted Tegris's mana. The tall mage knelt on the ground and was pulled up by Princess Etilla onto the chariot.
Bellannal spat out blood and was repelled by Akerhan. Another White Tower archmage chose to sacrifice himself. He spat fire all over his body and turned himself into a hundred-meter long scythe-shaped flame that exploded in the midst of the undead. Akerhan had no choice but to retreat to avoid the archmage's self-destruction.
The chief maid, Ysijona, immediately ordered Blademaster Hess to retreat first. The Avalon sisters used high-speed volley after volley to block the pursuers while moving.
Tyrion was indeed the guardian of Ossouin and the hero of the high elves. He almost single-handedly opened a bloody path for the high elves. Relying on Tyrion's extraordinary bravery, the high elves forced their way out of the battlefield. Blademaster Hess and the Avalon sisters brought up the rear.
Of the two thousand high elves that Tyrion brought with him, less than eight hundred managed to successfully retreat. The Rothern Sea Guards, the silver-helmeted knights, the Erion marauders, and the Tyrenlock chariots were almost all wiped out. More than half of the Sky Eagle Legion and Astari Sentinels were lost. Only the Avalon sisters and Blademaster Hess lost a third.
After opening a bloody path, Tyrion turned around and attacked again. The War Lord personally brought up the rear. It seemed that the undead were afraid of Tyrion's terrifying martial arts and the Flaming Sun Sword in his hand. They did not pursue and just watched as they retreated from the battlefield. Then, under Akerhan's order, they regrouped and defended Nagashzha.
Moments before they were about to meet up with the dwarf army, all the high elves and soldiers heaved a sigh of relief.
Great, Alisarah was saved!
However, at the moment when everyone relaxed their vigilance, a sudden change occurred! In the dark sky, the injured Alisarah and his mount, Wings of the Storm, were forced to land. Man Frey's Zombie Dragon descended from the sky.
The Zombie Dragon aimed at Bellarion who was holding Alisarah and released a hot dragon breath mixed with ashes. Then, the dragon swooped down and used its rotten belly to smash the high elves. Bellarion was also thrown to the ground. The adjutant quickly reached out and tried to catch the Eternal Queen Alisarah in his arms.
The Blasphemy Sword pierced through his shoulder. Blood gushed out, and a pale arm took Alisarah away.
"Oh, little queen, she belongs to me again." Man Frey laughed wildly. He waved the Blasphemy Sword and cut down two White Lion Guards who rushed up to him. The Zombie Dragon rolled around the high elves and immediately got up. It spread its wings and prepared to help Man Frey escape. "So cute. If it wasn't for other uses, maybe she could be my countess."
"Don't use your dirty hands, touch! Ai! Li! Sa! Ra! " Tyrion roared at the top of his lungs, his eyes bloodshot. The War Overlord charged at Manfreid at an incredible speed, the Sunflame Sword in his hand bursting with flames that soared into the sky as he charged at Manfreid.
"What an attack full of flaws." Man Frey sneered and activated the Vampire Count spell.
"Curse of Time!"
The purplish black magic light directly hit Tyrion, who was eager to save his daughter. The War Lord was accurately hit by Manfred's magic and was sent flying dozens of meters away. If it weren't for the Heart of Avalon, the divine artifact given to Tyrion by the Eternal Queen Alariel, and the Light of Life stored in it to protect Tyrion, the War Lord would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.
The other high elves were not so lucky. Dozens of high elves were hit by the spell and rapidly aged before turning into dust.
No one could stop Man Frey from leaving. The last Vampire Count rose into the sky with the Zombie Dragon again. Man Frey carried the unconscious Alissanda and flew away with an expression of ecstasy. He was too happy. Looking at the high elves' angry, unwilling, lonely, and crazy expressions, Man Frey was so happy that he wanted to dance.
It felt like he had reached the peak of his life!
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Tyrion and the others watched helplessly as Alissanda lost what she had. Manfred returned to Nagashza with the little queen in his arms. What stood in front of the High Elf army were three Holy Titans that had been reactivated and dozens of Undead Legions that were on standby.
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!!!!!!"
The War Overlord's roar echoed in the mountains.
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