Sword of Dawn

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Seeing this scene, Camilla on the city wall was finally relieved.

At the same time, in the mountain pass area to the north of Wolf Ridge Mountain, the ancient fortresses had been razed to the ground by the "Kuroshio".

Mud frenzy-like mutant legions are raging on the land, and the towns and flags that represent the glory of civilization are torn apart under their feet. After the last resistance force here collapsed, the entire area has completely become the home of the mutants. Now , Dirty purple-black clouds are condensing in the sky, and the soil and rocks are gradually being stained with an ominous gray and dilapidated color. If anyone who understands the wasteland is here, they will immediately realize—the number of aberrations in this area And the residence time has exceeded the critical value, and the filthy power they bring is affecting the magical environment of the entire region, and the wasteland of Gondor is extending towards the territory of civilization.

The transformation begins.

As night fell, the raging black tide on the land became more and more raging. In this darkness, only a last gleam of light still stood deep in the ruins of the ancient fortress "Falm" that had been reduced to ruins.

Wycliffe and his last warriors hid in the magic barrier. A long sword with a golden gauntlet was stuck on the ground not far away. The blade of the long sword was broken, and a large number of fragments floated in In the middle of the air, a gentle radiance burst out from between the fragments, maintaining the last barrier in the ruins - Wycliffe knew that this would be the last time his legendary sword radiated brilliance, after the barrier was exhausted , the sacred object that has been passed down from the Gondor era to the present and represents the human pioneering army on the western front has come to the end of its mission.

But he has neither sorrow nor joy about it, and he himself will never use the long sword again.

The human king's right hand was empty, and the entire arm had disappeared. The healing magic sealed the wound, but it only sealed the wound.

Chaotic roars and chilling murmurs echoed throughout the land, the army of mutants surged past the ruins of the fortress like a tide, and the last soldiers and magicians exhausted leaned against the collapsed walls For a while, there was no expression in their eyes, and what was left was pure numbness.

Wycliffe knew that those monsters rushing past the ruins were actually aware of their existence, and if they gathered a force, the barrier that he relied on the overdrawn holy sword would not be indestructible—if those If the monsters were still a group of ignorant creatures, they would definitely do this instinctively, but at this moment they just surged past the ruins, as if turning a blind eye to the last survivors in the ruins.

This can only show that the commanders behind these monsters no longer care about this small cluster of glimmering lights in the dark—there are only a hundred or so humans left on the vast battlefield. To slow down the pace of the entire legion, the commanders behind those monsters only need to maintain the siege here and wait for the barrier to be exhausted.

The battle here is over, and the survivors in the dark are just slowly exhaling their last breaths.

"Your Majesty," an officer who was blind in one eye suddenly broke the silence, "please give an order, let's rush out, maybe you can..."

Wycliffe raised his remaining left hand and interrupted the officer's words in a low voice: "It is meaningless and impossible to retreat, we did not hold this line, and the land behind has become a lair of deformities—— Continue to recover our physical strength in the barrier, recover as much as we can, wait for the barrier to go out, we rush out, and kill as many as we can. Since death is a foregone conclusion, it is a worthy death."

The legion looked at their king in silence. After a few seconds, he nodded slightly, and returned to his resting place with a solemn expression.

But a soldier suddenly raised his head and looked at the dark sky with some confusion: "Did you hear any sound?"

"Sounds? Only the disgusting howls of those monsters..." Another soldier muttered, "I heard nothing else."

"No, I did hear it, it came from the sky..." The soldier who spoke before stood up, looked up at the sky in the distance through the cracked wall, "There is really some sound... Look, it seems Lights up!"

The low humming sound was indeed coming from the sky. Even Wycliffe, who was thinking about the problem, heard the abnormal movement. He slowly stood up from the ground and looked at the sky in surprise, trying to find the sound coming from The direction in which he was looking, but before he could focus his sight, a sharp whistling sound suddenly tore apart the cold winter night.

A ball of flames fell from the distant sky, roaring and fell on the open ground outside the "Farm" fortress, and after a loud noise, a sea of ​​flames rose into the sky!

Wycliffe's eyes widened, and in the reflection of his black eyes, meteors and fire rained from the sky.

One after another fireballs fell from the distant sky, and there were huge white light clusters in the middle. The night that was dark and cold a moment ago suddenly brightened like day. Those fireballs lit up the darkness and physically lit up the whole area. Mountain pass wilderness - in front of the only remaining guardians on this land, the unstoppable "black tide" was stopped by the fire rain and light cluster from the sky for a while!

And this is just the beginning.

In the dark night, two huge palace-like steel fortresses shrouded in shimmering shields pierced through the clouds. One of them sprinkled meteors and fire rain along the way, and the other installed countless giant monsters on the edge. The rune array, the holy white light clusters continue to fall into the ground, causing the dark monsters from the wasteland to vaporize and rise like mist. After the big firepower "cleared the obstacles", a large number of smaller fighters began to dive towards the surface, After dropping the bomb, an extremely wide area was cleared in an instant, and then under Wycliffe's astonished and bewildered gaze, the floating fortress that could release holy light began to descend towards the ground——

Under the cover of another aerial firepower platform, the fort fell next to the ruins of the "Farm" fortress. There are still many aberrations operating on the open and flat land, but their weak resistance did not even damage the anti-gravity force. On the steel plates on the side of the fortress, hundreds of monsters were directly crushed to death under the supporting structure stretched out from under the fortress, or were charred into charcoal by the scorching airflow from the cooling grid.

With a heavy tremor in the ground, the huge thing landed, and Wycliffe finally saw the superstructure of the thing-he saw a magnificent church made of steel, which stood in the center of the platform, The brilliant light curtain above the church projects the double emblems of iron fist and ring, sword and plow. The church is surrounded by countless forts, spikes and thick additional armor plates. Several huge scripture curtains flow from the church The top hangs down, and under the brilliance of the searchlights, these veils of scriptures actually give birth to an endless sense of holiness out of thin air under the night.

In the next second, the scripture curtain was suddenly raised by the mechanical device on the top of the church, and the armored panels engraved with holy prayers also slid away to the sides, and one black jet hole after another protruded from the base of the church, holy The flames spewed out, and the deformed bodies that had just regrouped and survived the previous bombing had no time to react, and turned into firewood in the endless flames.

"Boom!"

A loud noise resounded in the night sky, the heavy steel door of the church opened, and a heavily armed white knight stepped out of it, behind him were equally heavily armored white knights and war nuns holding battle staffs, and The heavy tanks with scripture cloth hanging from the turret and the Holy Light Prayer engraved on the track guards crashed out of the "holy arsenal" on both sides of the church. These medical personnel who landed in the fortress of Farm in the dark stepped on the ground Wycliffe heard a deep, dull voice coming from among them:

"The doctor is here!"

Chapter 1325 Incendiary Bombs

It was difficult for Wycliffe to understand what was happening before him, but whether he could understand it or not, this incredible scene was happening in this fallen land, and this scene was changing the fate of many people.

The Holy Setting Sun, who chose to land in the dark winter night, was like a boulder suddenly rising from the dark tide, facing the turbulent waves, stopping the situation that was almost a foregone conclusion, and began to reverse the situation of the entire battlefield little by little.

Hundreds of heavily armed white knights and nuns stepped onto the battlefield, and began to clean up the remaining monsters near the steel church with heavy burners and holy light blasters, while the heavy tanks that drove out of the church arsenal quickly spread across the church An additional barrier was formed in front of the Falm Fortress. These tanks have been specially modified, their main guns have been replaced with burners with higher success rates, and more powerful shield devices have been buried under the armor plate—the additional Power consumption makes these tanks weaker than their general-purpose compatriots in terms of battery life, but obviously, the technical priests of this battle group have already considered this——

The spire on the top of the cathedral was opened, and the heavy steel armor was inserted into the roof below. Inside the exposed spire was a huge magic energy crystal, and the entire church became a hub of the magic net on the battlefield. Powerful magic power began to cover the defense line. Whether it was the tanks forming the barrier or the white knights and nuns who were cleaning up the remnants of the enemy, all the rune devices emitted a brighter light than before.

A white knight who was not equipped with a burner and carried a heavy hammer on his shoulder came out of the darkness. He passed through the blazing flames and the remains left by the deformed body, and walked straight to Wycliffe and others to settle down. barrier.

A howling deformed body suddenly got up from the darkness, dragged its broken body, and rushed towards the tall and burly priest. The white knight picked up the war hammer in his hand, and let it go as if to put it down. With the sound of the release of the mechanical device, the monster that rushed over was instantly smashed to the ground by the heavy hammer, and was directly crushed into meat paste on the stone by the ejected impact device.

"This is the leader of the Holy Setting Sun, Amer Crete, we have brought medical personnel," the burly white knight held the long handle of the mechanical warhammer in one hand, and prayed while picking up the iron shell from his waist with the other. Book, the cover of the prayer book is engraved with his chapter emblem and identity plate, "It is good to see that there are still people alive on this line of defense-please open the barrier, you need medical assistance."

Wycliffe was stunned for a moment before he realized it. Although the unimaginable scene in front of him still confused his mind, he still acted quickly and held the broken long sword with his remaining left hand. handle.Accompanied by the buzzing sound, the shattered blade fragments quickly recovered and joined together into the shape of a long sword, and the barrier supporting the survivors also quickly dissipated.

The Ogulei King of Humanity looked down at the holy sword that seemed to be restored to its original state in his hand, and still couldn't help sighing softly—the broken pieces can be restored into a blade, but the remaining energy in this sword and the energy from just now It is impossible to restore the precise structure of the Duo period. This sword has fulfilled its historical mission, and it will only remain in the showcase from now on.

But he looked up at the chaotic battlefield and the "priests" in front of him, and suddenly felt that it was time for some things to become history. After all, the appearance of this world today is really different from what he is familiar with...

"It seems that you are His Majesty King Wycliffe, praise the Holy Light—we were almost late." A thick voice came from under the white knight's helmet, which also interrupted Wycliffe's exclamation. The burly priest in front of him took off his helmet, revealing a middle-aged face with a thick beard and hair. Then he turned his head and looked at the edge of the battlefield, and saw that the aberrations were still pouring out from the mountain pass in the distance, but the cathedral itself The powerful firepower and the ground troops released from the church have blocked most of the gaps on the battlefield. A large number of dragoon fighter planes hovering in the sky and another cathedral that is maintaining a suspended combat are constantly pouring firepower into the direction of the mountain pass, maintaining the He was relieved by his side's superiority in the air, and a confident look appeared on his face.

"Please rest assured that these filthy and blasphemous creatures can no longer break through this mountain pass. We have brought two air fortresses and sufficient ground troops, and Sister Marianne is also very good at purifying heresy with flames," said a senior official who called himself Amer. The priest turned around, nodded to Wycliffe and said, "We can rebuild our defenses before dawn."

"You..." Wycliffe finally regained his ability to speak, and the first thing he thought of was the aberrations that had poured into the kingdom and spread to the south, as well as the compatriots on the other line of defense, "Wait, are you Where did it come from? How is the situation in Hongyu City?"

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty the King," Amer immediately raised his hand to interrupt the excited words of the human king, "The main force of the empire is now in Ruby City, where Sister Marianne and I received Camilla's invitation. The news of the chief came here to support."

"The main force... you are not the main force?" Wycliffe was stunned for a moment, looking at the cathedral showing its power and another aerial fortress floating in the sky with a strange expression, the corner of his mouth twitched , seemed to want to say something, but a tremor suddenly came from the mountain pass not far away, interrupting the voices of everyone present.

He immediately raised his head and looked towards the gap - there used to be a triple city wall built by humans and the Eldar. Of course, the city wall has already been battered by monsters with siege cannons and turned into ruins - the scene in the gap made this man The human king's eyes widened.

He saw a huge swaying figure. It was a "giant beast", the most powerful magical creation in the deformed body army. Among the giant beasts, there were countless synthetic monsters like deformed giants crawling on all fours. The backs of those synthetic monsters A swollen and ugly sac-shaped organ grew on his body, and purple-black highly toxic smoke continuously spewed out from that organ, polluting the entire battlefield.

"Be careful of those reptiles!" Wycliffe shouted immediately, "The gas they release is not only highly poisonous, but also can quickly corrode and embrittle any armor and city walls - the outer wall of Farm Fortress is covered by these monsters Destroyed with the bombardment of giant beasts!"

"It seems that the commanders behind these monsters are still unwilling to admit this failure," Amer also saw those ugly and ferocious synthetic creatures, with undisguised disgust and contempt on his face, and then reached out and pressed the Somewhere near the neckline of his heavy armor, the dim light of the communication device lit up between his shoulder pads and the neckline, "Sister Marianne, we need the 'Purgatory' incendiary bomb, we can't let more monsters cross We've crossed the mountain pass."

"Understood, Incendiary Bomb," a young female voice sounded from the communication device, "The purification will begin soon."

The cathedral that landed on the surface to build a defense line is not alone - there is still an air fortress belonging to the Holy Setting Sun Corps that maintains its flying posture, providing important cover for the ground troops, and there are also churches and holy libraries in this building In the depths of the flying fortress, a young nun with long blond hair was standing in front of a prayer platform made of steel, watching the development of the surface battle situation.

But behind the young nun, where the pulpit should be, stands a huge mechanical device. The mechanical device consists of a humming base and a vertical crystal tube. At this moment, the alloy protection of the crystal tube The shell has been opened, and its interior can be seen at a glance: it is filled with a thin-colored pale yellow biomass solution, a huge synthetic brain is floating in the middle of the pipe, and a large number of cables and nerve fibers extend from the brain , they are deeply buried between the walls and pillars by concealed engineering, connecting the cathedral and the anti-gravity platform at the base of the church.

In the prayer hall of the church, the nuns and priests were paying attention to the control terminals in front of them. Theoretically, the long hall that should be used for religious ceremonies can be seen everywhere with shimmering magic platforms and holographic projections floating in the air. On a set of holographic projections, you can clearly see the legion of distortion bodies pouring out of the distant mountain pass.

"The head of Amer station needs support," the blond nun Marianne said to the console, "start to assemble the incendiary bombs."

"Understood," a neutral mechanically synthesized voice immediately came from above the pulpit, and the main brain soaked in the crystal tube also moved slightly, and a series of bubbles appeared, "Start to assemble the incendiary bomb..."

Under the cathedral, a small arsenal was activated, and the prefabricated components prepared in advance were taken out of individual cabins and placed into the loading slot of the launcher with the cooperation of manual and mechanical devices—special processing The cylindrical shell, the twelve highly sealed internal storage tanks, the shattering diffusion device, and the special alchemy fire oil, these things were combined into a terrifying projectile with a diameter of nearly two meters in a very short period of time. And at the very end, the mechanical arm directly controlled by the main brain took out the "ignition core" of this terrifying weapon from the compartment made of obsidian.

An artificially produced living fire element that can only act on instinct and has a short life cycle is temporarily imprisoned in a special crystal ball.

On the monitoring screen sent back by the mastermind, Sister Marian watched with a calm expression as the mechanical arm stuffed the elemental creature, which was constantly restless and on the verge of losing control, into the "crew compartment" of the purgatory incendiary bomb.

The Thorin giant tree can use druid spells to summon treants and arm them as heavy gunners, magicians can summon arcane servants and use them as their laboratory assistants (and sometimes as experimental materials), elemental mages of various factions Basic elemental creatures can be summoned or created to act as servants or thugs-then it is very normal for the empire's weapon production line to summon a living fire element to serve as the ignition core and amplification unit of the incendiary bomb, and it makes perfect sense logically.

Her Highness Rebecca's wisdom on the path of "Fireball" is indeed convincing.

"The incendiary bomb is assembled and ready to launch at any time." The mastermind's voice sounded from the pulpit, interrupting Sister Marianne's brief thoughts.

"Certified to fire—may the Light be upon its casing and incendiary tank."

The mechanical device was running briskly, and a black hole launch port was opened on the side of the air platform. Accompanied by the humming sound of orbital acceleration and a series of light cyan light streams flashing, in the dark night sky, a group of particularly eye-catching light cyan air clusters broke away from the sky. At the bottom of the church, it crossed a beautiful parabola in the night, roaring and falling into the gap of the mountains in the northeast direction.

The shell split in mid-air, and the twelve storage tanks exploded in the air before the shell hit the ground, fully splashing the alchemy solution in the air, and then a group of shining flames burst from the center of the shell's impact point, and suddenly, the entire mountain was Reflected by the fire cloud rising into the sky, it turned red like blood—and in the very center of the fire cloud, there was another group of bright to whitish light that exploded a second time, further spreading and burning the flame.

A vaguely huge figure stood up from the fire cloud, and began to frantically splash flames in all directions it could feel. The artificially created elemental environment allowed this terrifying and out-of-control summoned creature to grow rapidly in a few seconds , before its lifespan is exhausted and it disintegrates and collapses, this artificial purgatory is enough to burn everything on the surface.

The leader of the white knights, Amer, watched the fire elemental giants raging at the mountain pass from a distance, seeing that the night sky was reflected as brightly as the day, and suddenly murmured thoughtfully: "I heard that incendiary bombs were launched in Purgatory. Swearing at it before can increase its power and burning range by 20.00%... I'm afraid it's not true..."

Wycliffe, who was standing aside in a daze, couldn't hear the high-ranking priest's muttering, and couldn't help but ask, "What did you say?"

"Ah...it's nothing," Amer reacted, waved his hand slightly, and then looked at the human soldiers who were being inspected by the nuns and knights, with a serious expression, "The environment here is not very good, and the wounded who can be transferred It would be best if it could be transferred to the church... In addition, we suspect that there will be other survivors in this area, and I will send a search force to check the nearby ruins, hoping to save as many people as possible..."

Wycliffe looked at the high-ranking priest with a strange expression: "You...are you really medical personnel?"

"Of course." Amer was a little dazed by the other party's question. He looked down at the prayer book in his hand, and then at the church not far away and the nuns who were helping the wounded. "Where do we look?" Not like a doctor?"

Wycliffe looked at the warhammer in Priest Amer's hand, then at the burner launch ports protruding from the church not far away and the mechanical gloves in the hands of the nuns, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching twice: "Say Really, it doesn't look like anything..."

While talking, a young nun nearby came to a fallen soldier. The fallen soldier looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, forgot that she was a clergyman, and could not help but compliment: "Oh , beautiful lady, how lucky I am! Do you have a lover? If you have time, you can..."

But before the other party finished speaking, the nun asked blankly: "Half numb?"

The soldier froze for a moment: "Ah... all numb..."

In the next second, he saw a fist wrapped in a mechanical structure zooming in rapidly before his eyes—this was the last scene he saw before he lost consciousness.

"Fist numb," the nun nodded, motioning for the low-ranking nun next to her to take over, then turned to look at another wounded soldier, "Half numb, full numb?"

The wounded soldier next to him swallowed, and no longer dared to speak frivolously like the soldier just now: "Half... half numb..."

"Not half numb." "Bang!"

Wycliffe watched in amazement.

Amel had no choice but to explain: "Part of the nun's holy light spell is installed in the glove..."

"But I'm sure I heard it just now... Forget it, I believe you."

Chapter 1326 More barbaric than barbaric

The monstrous flames scorched the sky and the earth, and the raging living flames rushed towards the darkness in the winter night, like the second day of the day, and the sun rose on the horizon again - not long ago, the army of aberrations completely destroyed and occupied this land Lands, corrupting and shattering everything they touch, are now an excuse for the guardians of the land to let loose.

In this land, there is no longer anything that needs to be carefully protected. Wherever the living fire spreads, there are only the ugly and deformed flesh and bones of those monsters.

"It was a good fire." Wycliffe, who had been re-treated and bandaged, stood on the steel-cast church tower, looking at the direction of the mountain pass in the distance through the translucent energy shield and reinforced glass. The living flame was at the end of the earth. Splitting, countless elemental bodies are climbing, jumping, splashing meteors and fire rain on the mountain, or directly exploding into huge mushroom clouds on the spot. The imbalance will dissipate within minutes, but as flame elements, the closer they are to collapse, the more frightening their power will be.

The human king even thought of the chilling scene, thinking of what kind of nightmare it would cause if such an incendiary bomb fell into an ordinary city, but at least at this moment, this nightmarish scene came On the heads of those ugly monsters, the corners of Wycliffe's mouth could not be restrained from curling up, feeling happy from the bottom of his heart.

"The power of the incendiary bomb in purgatory is greater than I imagined..." A steady voice came from the side, interrupting the king's association. The leader of the white knight named Amer came up from the stairs not far away, heavy His iron boots stepped on the floor, making a dull and forceful sound, "No wonder Your Highness Rebecca has repeatedly emphasized to us that we must never throw it near our own people, and the safe distance must be far enough..."

Wycliffe turned his head and saw the light from the magic spar lamp shining on the armor of the "Medical Priest". There was a faint light floating on the surface of the armor engraved with scriptures, which made him unable to tell that it was pure magic. The lights are still "the afterglow of the Holy Light", but for him and the surviving warriors in the cathedral, these "priests" from the Cecil Empire are all filled with holy brilliance, even their Hammers, cannons, and burners are as holy and pure as Lightforged.

These reinforcements that fell from the sky in the winter night saved not only him and his soldiers, but also the vast land and countless people behind the Augure Mountains.

"Permit me to express my gratitude to you again," the king said with great solemnity. "We owe you a great debt, both personally and on Ogure's—a bond that will one day be will be repaid."

"Then owe it first, Your Majesty, this war is not over," Amer said in a deep voice, "The flames of the incendiary bombs in purgatory will soon subside, and we will continue to stay here, using the cathedral itself and the ground The engineering materials carried by the troops build a new line of defense. With the cooperation of the air force, we can plug this gap—according to the information from the Dawn of the World, those monsters are retreating temporarily, but they will make a comeback soon. No one knows how many aberrations are left in the wasteland, and we still have a battle to fight before we counterattack to their base camp and cleanse the entire wasteland."

"Yes, we still have battles to fight..." Wycliffe was silent for a while, and after a few seconds he slowly raised his head and said calmly, "We only lost a few cities, but my The people haven't fallen yet - I should rise up and return to White City to regroup and retake and rebuild this land..."

"I'm glad to see you recover quickly, Your Majesty, but before that, I think you need further medical help." Amer glanced at Wycliffe's empty right arm, "The current treatment is only a temporary healing Wound, it's not enough."

Wycliffe looked down at his severed arm, but suddenly remembered the "half-to-total-total-total" treatment process he had seen at the ruins of Farm before. An unexplained chill made his expression a little subtle: "Uh, I'll find a doctor in Baicheng later..."

"If you trust Cecil's medical technology, we have several medical treatment and... processing options that can allow you to regain a good arm," Amer seemed to see the scruples of the human king, and he himself was a little helpless And embarrassing, I had to explain extra, "Please rest assured, the Holy Setting Sun is not the only medical unit of the expeditionary force, we also have a field medical ship flying from the direction of Carlin Crossing, there is a Druid Academy on it A medical facility jointly set up with the Department of Bioengineering. If you have a soft spot for biological limbs, you can try flesh and blood regeneration. If you want a different 'taste'-tech sergeants can give you one with alloy armor and artificial nerves arm."

The priest paused at this point, and then smiled and said: "The second is a new technology, but it is said that the effect is very good. Fortunately, this is a new injury, so you have more choices. If it is an old injury, then But it’s not easy.”

Wycliffe listened to the unimaginable things described by Amer, and his expression became more and more weird: "Then... I will think about it, think about it..."

……

In a very short period of time, the tide in the darkness stopped surging, and an unexpected powerful force tyrannically intervened in this battlefield, blocking the black tide extending from the wasteland, and then the vanguard of the tide It began to be wiped out piece by piece, and tens of thousands of "ends of perception" quickly disappeared under the blows of the storm, and the fragments of senses and memories sent back by those dying individuals were full of limb tearing and the terror of the scorching flames.

That is the "instinctive emotion" that even monsters without intelligence can produce under a swift and powerful blow.

The branches of Marcellus trembled slightly in the cold wind of the winter night, but it was not from fear, but from great anger and hatred—his offensive was stopped by those crazy, savage, desperate orcs, and those The lingering Cecil, who seems to want to step in everywhere, but he is obviously only a little bit close!

The vanguard of the mutants has destroyed the human legion on the northern border of Ogure, and flattened their border fortresses and a large number of cities and villages in the past few days. The line of defense forced the orcs back to their main city. Even if he was given a few more hours, he was confident that the two legions would attack from the north to the south, completely disintegrating the defense of Ruby City. After that, the army from the wasteland would be able to Rapidly spreading in the territory of Ogulei, the entire country will quickly transform into a wasteland. Even if those stubborn mortals stick to their "holy mountain", they will not be able to stop this transformation process that is almost a natural disaster. The main force of the Silers arrived, and they too were doomed.

But he never expected that those orcs would set fire to the entire Ruby Forest, trapping half of his main force in the forest, and he never expected that the Cecilians could bypass the mountains and come from the distant northern battlefield. "Fly" directly to the front line of Ogure!

Literally, those humans flew in - they built amazing fortresses in the sky.

"Master, our frontline troops are frustrated, the 'swollen defiler' is not the opponent of those air fortresses," a low-level dark druid said beside him, his voice sounded a little panicked, "We... need to take a break from the edge, Re-plan the attack path..."

Marcellus shook the dry branches, his dark brown eyes stared at the low-level priest who was already showing timidity: "Shut up, I don't need your teaching!"

The mutated limbs of the low-level priest trembled, and the roots receded, while Marcellus looked up at the dark western sky, looking viciously at the direction of the front line illuminated by various flashes of light—he was no stranger to sky fortresses , when he was a mortal, he had even personally boarded the "House of Stars" known as the Silver Crown as a "guest", and was personally received by the Silver Queen, who was still a child at that time, Witness the ancient sanctuaries and the deep cloisters with paintings of saints.

At that time, he was still an exchange scholar sent by the Gondor Empire to the Silver Empire, a ridiculous and distant identity.

But he knew that the Temple of Stars had already crashed. In the flames and thick smoke, it crashed on the northern border of Gaoling Kingdom like a symbol of the end of an era. There was a great stir in the root network, and even Grand Priest Borken expressed emotion—yes, it crashed, the ancient, miraculous, and symbolic fortress in the sky has crashed, and every church The compatriots cheered at that moment. Although the Silver Empire temporarily stabilized its line of defense due to its crash, the mortal world has indeed lost their greatest force. At least until not long ago, Marcellus still believed so...

Who the hell would have thought that those Cecils turned around and pulled out another formation of air fortresses! !

Of course, according to the information sent back from the front line, Marcellus can easily judge that the air fortresses flying from the northwest are much smaller in scale than the elves' Temple of Stars, whether it is those like "escort ships" The same fortress and the "mothership" with ferocious firepower are much smaller than the crashed Stars Temple - but no one with normal intelligence can judge that from the perspective of "size". threat of something.

The Silver Elf's Temple of Stars has fallen, and it is more of a symbol of decay. It is very powerful, but its strength has come to an end—but those things that appear above the Ruby City are brand new war machines .

Those are the war machines specially built by the Cecilians for this war, armed to every inch of the deck and shell. They are brand new, fierce, precise, and ruthless. National Treasure - The Cecils take them out for the sole purpose of killing them on the front lines.

With the highest efficiency and the most ruthless attitude, kill and destroy to your heart's content.

The order to evacuate spread in the spiritual connection, and the black tide surged on the land of Ogure again, but this time it shrank backwards—continue to let the aberrations fight desperately against the flying fortresses that have mastered the sky It is meaningless now. The urgent task now is to preserve the strength, adjust the layout of the main force, use the large area of ​​land that has been polluted as a buffer and delay, and find an opportunity to change the situation as soon as possible in the next period of time.

"Is it more like a monster than an aberration..." Marcellus looked fiercely at the distant sky. He thought of the information brought back by Pertram after his retreat from the northern battlefield, and of the former battlefield on the northern front. The living forest, which feeds on mutants, couldn't help whispering in the night wind, "The essence of civilization is conquerors who are more savage than barbaric...Interesting..."

The low-level priest on the side froze for a moment: "Master, what did you say?"