The platinum scepter gently tapped on the Pope, and a soaring holy light suddenly descended. For a moment, the old body of Saint Ivan III became upright and strong, as if he suddenly passed through some mysterious way. Absorbing strength, he returned to his peak state, but his resistance only lasted less than a second - the holy light falling from the sky did not protect him, nor did the holy light floating around him. All the holy light around him It seemed to have turned into a fatal flame and began to burn the body of Saint Ivan III. In the glorious flames, he looked at Veronica in shock and anger: "Why..."
" In essence, the Holy Light is just a kind of energy," Veronica calmly watched the body of St. Ivan III dissipate little by little in the glorious flames. Her face still had such a gentle and calm expression, but her tone was like a machine. So indifferent, "When the way you use energy is too backward, your piety will be useless."
The body of St. Ivan III fell apart, and in the end, only a word full of resentment was left. Infinite obsession echoed in the Great Hall of Light: "Deceiver... you will be... destroyed by... the Lord..."
The glorious flames gradually subsided, and the Great Hall of Light once again restored its former glory. In this state, the sea of holy light clouds was still surging in the sound of prayers, and the bishops who bowed their heads in prayer still maintained their postures, as if they had not seen everything that happened. Veronica held the platinum scepter in her hand, the magic of divine descent. The focus has shifted from St. Ivan III to her. Under the gaze of the God of Holy Light, her body began to split little by little.
"Destruction... maybe," Veronica said softly. She held the platinum scepter and came to the Pope's Holy Seat step by step. As her body continued to break, more and more fillings were filled. In the crack of light, she slowly sat down, "But it doesn't matter, there are many 'us'..."
The next second, her head hung heavily, and her whole body was like a ceramic figure that was about to be broken. Ouban collapsed on the large seat, and the life completely left the body.
But just a moment later, she raised her head again, and the cracks all over her body began to repair at an alarming speed. A stiff voice sounded from her mouth: "Reactivate this interface... Re-download the personality data..."
A moment later, Veronica, who had completely restored her original appearance, sat quietly on the Holy See, clutching the platinum scepter in her hand. The devoutly praying bishops were One after another fell in her vision, turning into fuel for the Holy Light Torch, while her gaze was cast forward, as if penetrating the entire church, penetrating the entire city, and landing on the distant city wall.
The bells of the cathedral rang for a long time, and the brilliance was majestic. The majestic divine power from the Great Hall of Light experienced a small and imperceptible fluctuation and returned to stability again. This small fluctuation was enveloped in the entire church. Covered by the powerful holy light, no one noticed what happened in this temple...
The night of the fifth day was illuminated by the brilliance of the divine art. When the giant sun rose, The brilliant morning glow sprinkles on the ancient royal city, thisA city full of glory still stands on the earth.
This is the early morning of the sixth day.
Suffering the impact of the collapse of the large shield, all the mage towers were seriously damaged. After barely operating for half a day, they all finally stopped operating. As a result, Saint Sunil's magic defense power was in sixth place. When the sun comes, it collapses.
Led by several court mages, all the remaining mages who were still able to fight stood on the city wall, preparing to launch a final wave of magical strikes against the monsters in a way that would almost kill them all.
Welsh Morn looked at the figures wearing robes, as if he was watching the kingdom's hundreds of years of accumulated heritage gradually being destroyed.
Extraordinary beings are the foundation of a country, and extraordinary persons like mages cannot withstand losses even more than knights - because in most cases, mages are not only extraordinary persons who are good at fighting, but also control the Countless knowledge has been passed down. Excellent scholars are not necessarily excellent mages, but all mages must be excellent scholars. These scholars... should have stayed in a relatively safe environment to delve into knowledge and use wisdom to promote this country. of.
After coming into contact with a lot of intelligence about the Principality of Cecil, Wales further confirmed this.
But now, Saint Sunil's defense has almost collapsed, and these mages who possess a lot of knowledge and wisdom have to stand on the city wall to serve as flesh and blood shields and expendable weapons. Die cheaply and quickly here...
In previous battles, the large shield could at least block most of the enemy's attacks. Even if the defenders suffered constant casualties, most mages could rely on them. The large shield protects itself, but now that the large shield has disappeared, once the effect of the divine descending spell ends, the fragile mages may immediately suffer heavy casualties.
In the inner city behind him, the glorious giant that came to the world through divine descent has begun to dim, and the monument-shaped barriers surrounding the royal capital are also showing signs of illusory shaking. These phenomena It all means one thing: the power of divine magic is about to end.
Badwin Franklin's voice came from behind Wales: "Your Majesty, we have collected all the kerosene in the city to support the battle for more than two days."
Welsh turned his head, I saw that the Duke of the West no longer had his usual tidy appearance. His battle robe was torn in many places, traces of smoke and stains could be seen everywhere on his body, and a tired look was deeply imprinted on his face.
But even so, the Duke still maintained his composure and elegance with a majestic demeanor, as if these qualities had been deeply imprinted in his blood.
The new king exhaled softly: "Okay, with the fire oil, we can at least repel one or two waves of attacks..."
Those monsters are afraid of fire. The soldiers on the previous defense lines in the south sacrificed their lives for information. Under normal circumstances, large-scale flames on the battlefield must be created by mages - but if there are no mages, or the power of mages is no longer enough to maintain The entire line of defenseWhat about firepower?
Use a hemp rope soaked in kerosene and wrap it around the stone bullets. After lighting it, it can replace the stone balls ignited by the magical flames. Pour the kerosene down the city wall, and it can still be ignited under the city. The blazing wall of fire in the Searing Land, without the support of magical power, there are still some alternatives.
"Where are Cecil's Legion?"
"The last news we received was last night. They had crossed the river in the valley corridor and were accelerating towards this side. ”
As the supporting army gets closer and closer, the communication spell has been able to establish a more stable connection. Baldwin Franklin began to receive clear messages from Victoria, and the establishment of stable communication was greatly improved. This inspired all the defending troops, which is one of the reasons why the defense can persist to this day.
Welsh thought briefly and looked up at the mages on the wall.
"Let the mages withdraw." The new king said concisely.
"Your Majesty?"
"We cannot let all the best scholars in the kingdom die here," Wales said quickly, "Without the protection of a large shield, this kind of In a frontal group battle, it is difficult for these exhausted mages to be effective. It is more valuable for them to survive than to die here. The gate in the northwest corner should be open now, right?"
"Unblocked."
St. Sunil is surrounded by countless crystal cluster monsters, but not the entire city has been besieged. Today, the city gate in the northwest of the royal capital is still passable, from The Western Legion and limited support entered the city through this gate.
"Prepare to arrange for the evacuation of scholars, including these mages," Wales' tone revealed no doubt, "send out of the city from the northwest corner."
"Your Majesty," Baldwin couldn't help but say, "I'm afraid this will cause a wavering..."
"As long as I haven't withdrawn, the defense line will not waver," Wales interrupted the Duke of the West, "And I don't mean to These mages flee—I want them to survive this battle. The city will hold, and men with armor and swords will hold it, but after it is held, we will need men with pens and paper to rebuild it.”
"...Yes, Your Majesty."
The Duke of the West left to carry out the king's order, and Wales's attention returned to the city walls, focusing on those that could be extinguished at any time. On the Holy Light Barrier.
I don’t know how long it took, but his eyes suddenly turned to the sky with emotion.
I don’t know when a few small black spots appeared among the clouds in the distance. Under the bright and increasingly bright sun, those black spots were rapidly approaching Saint-Sunil.
A few minutes later, when the black spots began to lower their height, Wales finally used the extraordinary vision to vaguely see what they were——
How many of them were there? Gryphons surround a giant eagle.
Wales looked at them with wide eyes, looked at itThey rushed towards the royal capital in an almost suicidal dive, and as their flight altitude continued to decrease, the crystal cluster army gathered on the plain finally reacted - despite being in a frantic state, those monsters were still intimidated by the intrusion. The uninvited guests in the "air domain" launched an instinctive attack. Electric arcs shot from the ground to the sky, intersecting and weaving into a shining giant net. On the edge of this giant net, giant eagles and griffons danced like Beyond the clouds, beyond the walls of Saint-Sunil.
They dropped something from a high altitude.
Those things bounced in mid-air, stretched out, fluttered in the wind, and had bright colors at the same time. Wales quickly saw clearly what those things that were floating down, like cloth-
p>It is Cecil's flag.
The king slowly opened his eyes, and then suddenly laughed.
The founding hero arrived one day earlier than promised.
As a large number of Cecil flags stretched high in the sky and fell in the wind, the bells of the Holy Light Cathedral in the inner city gradually became fainter throughout the city.
The effect of the divine descending technique is over.
The light-cast giant floating over the city shattered and turned into countless scattered holy lights that scattered in the air. The holy light barrier protecting the royal capital was also cracked and disappeared in a short time. .
The crystal cluster monsters on the entire plain became restless.
Cecil's flag fell in the wind, and with a sudden boost in morale, the Welsh sword pointed to the sky:
"For Ansu!!"
Saint Sunil, the cry shook the clouds.
On the banks of the Gorgon River, artillery fire roared.
Three river warships were lined up along the river bank, and the remaining gunboats and small gunboats were lined up on the river. Large and small close-in defense guns and light main guns were aimed at the east bank of the river. Magic flashes continued, and the entire beach was There was a lot of artillery fire.
On the bridge of the Pioneer, Byron's loud voice was almost as loud as the gunfire outside:
"Suppress fire, suppress fire, clear the landing site quickly!"
"Follow up the cargo ships, follow up!"
"Quickly, quickly, release the springboard, release the springboard! Put down the ground troops!!"
On the gunboat Under the cover of the enemy, the crystal cluster monsters entrenched in the entire east coast area were quickly cleared. One by one, the armored cargo ships approached the river beach suitable for landing. The springboard made of solid steel frames and thick steel plates was placed on the mechanical device. Extending to the river bank under the influence, tanks and multifunctional combat vehicles that had been ready for use drove onto the ground one after another, quickly establishing a push-type defense line on the land.
With the roar of tank guns, the Marines also rushed onto the river bank.
On the bridge of the Pioneer, the image of Sonia was appearing on the Magic Network terminal in front of Gawain: "...just flew over Saint-Sunil...the signal has been dropped...they are still holding on. ..."
Gawain looked back at Byron who finally calmed down.: "Can we hit Saint-Sunil from this position?"
"It's beyond the theoretical range - but you can try firing a shot," Byron's loud voice sounded again, "Accuracy is not guaranteed If the angle is right, I can hit the cannonball on the plain south of Saint-Sunil, but no one knows where it will land, and it will definitely not hit the royal capital."
"Let's fire the cannon. "Gawain nodded slightly, "Tell those monsters that we are here!" "You heard me, boys!" Byron turned to his crew with a red face, "Give the main gun. Get overloaded and fuck!"