Sword of Dawn

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The light poured out from the pores of the pope's facial features, as if a powerful light source was filling his body, and he was trying hard to break free from the shackles of flesh and blood.

Amidst the bishops' chorus of praise, he struck the ground for the second time with his staff:

"Blessed be the name of the Lord, may your will be enforced in the sky, so that the world will shine brightly, evil will have no place to hide, and darkness will have no place to hide!"

The brilliance flowed on the Pope, condensing a taller and more vast virtual image. This virtual image vaguely still has the face of the Pope, but behind it, there are more illusory and overlapping shadows, as if the faces and figures of countless people are condensed. Together, they form a splendid image of a giant.

Finally, he slammed his staff against the ground for the third time:

"Blessed be the name of the Lord, you are the first shelter in the darkness, the first hope that mortals seek, all beings will always seek the light, just as you will always shelter all beings - you are the origin and the end, you are the eternal, For eternity, we hope that you will come to this world under your protection, as it was in the past, and it is the same today—”

A burst of holy and illusory bells exploded, overwhelming all the prayers and praises in the Great Hall of Light, and the bell tower of the entire Holy Light Cathedral also rang, and the real and illusory bells echoed each other.

While the bell was ringing, a bright and bright mirror image suddenly emerged from Saint Ivan III's body. This mirror image overlapped with the glorious giant standing behind him, and the two quickly merged and suddenly rose up——

Over the Holy Light Cathedral, a giant with a height of [-] meters slowly stood up.

The divine descent ceremony was a success.

On the city wall of Saint-Sunil, Welsh Moen quietly watched the radiant giant stand up from the city, and watched the radiance released by him rapidly spread towards the city wall, and couldn't help feeling a little moved.

"Is that the power of the gods..."

With a sigh, the large shield that has covered the capital until now has finally reached its operating limit. Accompanied by a series of weird whistling and tearing sounds, large areas of noise quickly covered the barrier, and in the next instant it was torn apart, turning into The turbulent particles of light sprinkled on the capital, and almost at the same time as the shield collapsed, the light-cast giant opened his hands, and the crystal-like walls of light pierced the dirty clouds over the plain, layer upon layer. protected the entire city wall.

The irrational crystal cluster monsters are not afraid of the power from the gods at all. Instead, they are excited by the sudden appearance of huge energy and start roaring frantically. The attack becomes even crazier. Countless giants use lightning, use their bodies, and even Bombarded that layer of "new shield" with self-explosion, but the light-forged giant just maintained the posture of opening its arms, and the shield wall covering the entire city remained motionless.

This is Saint Ivan III's divine descent technique, which can put the entire King Ansu in a temporary invincible state of "heaven on earth"!

Baldwin Franklin stared at the giant of light that protected the entire capital, and couldn't help sighing softly: "It's a pity, if Saint Ivan III is twenty years younger... no, even ten years younger, God The descending technique can last for more than three days, and Saint Sunil can hold on until the reinforcements arrive..."

Wales did not respond to Baldwin's words. He just frowned and glanced at the southern city wall—under the baptism of the holy light, countless tired soldiers recovered their physical strength, and wave after wave of spiritual encouragement allowed them to enter the city wall. In a state of joy and gratitude, the soldiers took out the Holy Light Amulets and began to pray, and even the few who did not believe in the God of Holy Light couldn't help praising the name of the God of Holy Light at this moment.

He took a slight breath and raised the long sword in his hand: "Take time to rest! Eat, drink, check weapons, don't waste time!!

"God's descent has a time limit! When it ends, only our flesh and blood will be left in San Sunil's line of defense!

"This is our last chance to rest - seize it and hold on until reinforcements arrive!!"

In the king's shout, the soldiers immersed in gratitude to the Holy Light suddenly woke up. They realized that the safety in front of them was actually quite short-lived. The great shield of Saint-Sunil had collapsed. The old man forcibly released the divine spell to maintain it. After realizing this, everyone on the city wall immediately took action, began to drink water and eat, took the time to rest, and adjusted their state to prepare for the final challenge.

In the Holy Light Cathedral, in the corridor in front of the entrance of the Great Hall of Light, Veronica was quietly watching the closed door alone.

In order to ensure the safety of the divine descent technique, all the attendants and lower-level priests have been dismissed. At this moment, only a team of ascetic monks and a team of inner court knights are guarding outside the building, and she is the only one in the corridor leading to the hall.

"God's descent technique..." Veronica said softly, the solemn and sacred aura continued to escape from the back of the front door, faintly echoing the holy light on her body, but dispersed clearly at the moment of fusion , "This time, it is really the purest sample in 700 years..."

Accompanied by whispering to himself softly, the "Saint Princess" walked towards the front door unhurriedly, and then pushed open the door of the Great Light Hall indifferently.

The turbulent holy light instantly filled Veronica's sight, and wave after wave of light surged towards her, but all the light turned into a gentle stream of light when it approached her, quietly Dissipated without a sound.

In the hall, the devoutly praying bishops seemed to have no sense of anyone entering the space. Every bishop in prayer maintained the same posture, like a puppet that was running automatically. Only the pope in the center of the hall was facing The appearance of Veronica produced a reaction. This "spokesperson" who has been faintly integrated with the holy light and has countless streams of light flowing through his body slowly raised his eyelids, and made a rusty voice: "Vero... ...Nika...why did you...suddenly...come in..."

"Just to inform you that this experimental project is over."

The pope's thinking is obviously already in a very slow state: "Experiment... project?"

Veronica smiled slightly, put her hand on the platinum scepter in Saint Ivan III's hand unhurriedly, and said softly: "Yes, it is about the nature of gods and the laws of operation."

"What are you doing..." The pope's voice finally regained a little bit of human quality. He seemed to be trying to break free from this state of sluggish thinking, and a certain panic appeared in his tone, "You will... destroy all this... this city..."

Veronica held the platinum scepter and pulled it out of St. Ivan III's hand little by little: "No, the God's Descent will continue, and the city will not be destroyed, but then It has nothing to do with your god."

As the platinum scepter was stripped off, St. Ivan III's voice finally became smooth, and his tone was full of shock, anger and astonishment: "Who the hell are you?!"

"Just a rebel," Veronica smiled, and lightly tapped the tip of the scepter on Saint Ivan III, "The Norton royal family sends their regards to you and the master behind you."

Chapter 0639 Reinforcement

The platinum scepter was lightly tapped on the Pope, and a soaring holy light suddenly descended. For a moment, the old body of Saint Ivan III became tall and strong, as if he had suddenly absorbed power through some mysterious method, He returned to his peak state, but his resistance only lasted for less than a second—the holy light that fell from the sky did not protect him, nor did the holy light floating around him, and all the holy light around him seemed to become The deadly flame began to burn the body of St. Ivan III. In the glorious flames, he looked at Veronica in horror: "Why..."

"Essentially, holy light is just a kind of energy," Veronica calmly watched Saint Ivan III's body dissipate little by little in the radiant flames, with the gentle and calm expression on her face, but her tone was as Machine-like indifference, "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 sentence full of resentment echoed in the Great Hall of Light with endless obsession: "Deceiver...you will be...destroyed by...the Lord..."

The glorious flames gradually subsided, and the Great Hall of Light returned to its previous state. The sea of ​​holy light clouds was still surging amid the sound of prayers, and the bishops who bowed their heads in prayer still maintained their postures, as if they hadn't seen what happened. Veronica held the platinum scepter in her hand, and the focus of the divine descent technique had shifted from Saint Ivan III to her. Under the gaze of the God of Light, her body began to split little by little.

"Destroy...maybe," Veronica said softly. Holding the platinum scepter, she walked to the Holy See of the Pope step by step. As her body continued to open more cracks filled with light, she slowly Sat down, "But that's okay, 'we' have plenty of…"

In the next second, her head sank heavily, and she collapsed on the wide seat like a ceramic doll that was about to break, and her vitality completely left the body.

But only a moment later, she raised her head again, and the cracks all over her body began to repair at an alarming speed, and a stiff voice sounded from her mouth: "Reactivate this interface...re-download personality data..."

A moment later, Veronica, who was completely restored to her original appearance, sat quietly on the Holy Throne, holding the platinum scepter tightly in her hand, and the devoutly praying bishops fell one after another in her vision, turning into holy light The fuel of the torch, while her gaze was cast forward, as if penetrating the entire church, penetrating the entire city, and falling on the distant city wall.

The bells of the cathedral were ringing, and the brilliance was mighty. The majestic divine power from the Great Hall of Light experienced a short period of imperceptible fluctuations, and regained its stability. However, this small fluctuation was covered by the powerful holy light that enveloped the entire church. No one noticed what happened in this temple...

The night of the fifth day was illuminated by the brilliance of the divine descent technique. When the huge sun rose, the brilliant morning glow sprinkled on the ancient royal city. This city full of glory still stood on the earth.

This is the morning of the sixth day.

Under the impact of the collapse of the large shield, all the mage towers were severely damaged. After barely running for half a day, they finally stopped working. As a result, Saint Sunil's magical defense power collapsed when the sixth day came.

Under the leadership of 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 magic strikes against the monsters in a way that almost killed them all.

Welsh Moen looked at those figures in robes, as if he was watching the kingdom's hundreds of years of accumulation gradually go to destruction.

A transcendent is the foundation of a country, and a transcendent such as a mage can't afford losses more than a knight—because in most cases, a mage is not only a transcendent who is good at fighting, but also has countless inherited knowledge. Most scholars are not necessarily excellent mages, but all mages must be excellent scholars. These scholars... should have stayed in a relatively safe environment to study knowledge and use wisdom to promote the country.

After contacting a lot of information about the Principality of Cecil, Wales confirmed this even more.

But now, Saint Sunil's defense has almost collapsed, and these mages who possess a lot of knowledge and wisdom have no choice but to stand on the city wall, to serve as flesh and blood shields, as expendable weapons, and die cheaply and quickly in this place. place……

In the 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 the large shield to protect themselves, but now the large shield has disappeared. If the effect of the God's Arrival technique ends, the fragile mages may suffer heavy casualties immediately.

In the inner city behind him, the glorious giant who came to the human world through the divine descent technique has begun to dim, and the monument-shaped barriers surrounding the king's capital have also shown signs of illusory shaking. These phenomena all indicate one thing: God The power of surgery is coming to an end.

Baldwin Franklin's voice came from behind Wales: "Your Majesty, the whole city has collected fire oil, which can support the battle for more than two days."

Wales turned his head and saw that the Duke of the Western Territory was no longer as tidy as usual. His battle robe was damaged in many places, and traces of smoke and stains could be seen everywhere on his body. A tired look was deeply imprinted on his face. .

But even so, the duke still maintained a calm and dignified demeanor with ease, as if these qualities had been deeply imprinted in his blood.

The new king exhaled lightly: "Okay, with the fire oil, we can at least repel one or two waves of attacks..."

Those monsters are afraid of fire. This is the intelligence that the soldiers on the southern defense lines exchanged their lives for. Under normal circumstances, large-scale flames on the battlefield must be created by mages—but if there are no mages, or The power of the mage is no longer enough to maintain the firepower of the entire defense line?

Use hemp rope soaked in kerosene and wrap it around the stone bomb. After being ignited, it can replace the stone ball ignited by the magic flames. Pour the kerosene down the city wall, and it can still ignite a raging fire wall under the city that is no less than a scorching land. In the absence of magical power support, there are still some alternatives.

"Where did Cecil's army go?"

"The last time I received news was last night that they had already crossed the river channel of the valley corridor and were speeding towards this side."

As the support army got closer and closer, the communication spell was able to establish a relatively stable connection, and Baldwin Franklin began to receive clear messages from Victoria. The establishment of stable communication greatly encouraged all the defenders. It's one of the reasons the defense has held up to this day.

Wales thought for a moment, then looked up at the mages on the city wall.

"Let the mages withdraw." The new king said succinctly.

"His Majesty?"

"We can't let all the best scholars in the kingdom die here," Wales said quickly, "Without the protection of a large shield and this kind of frontal group combat, it is difficult for these already exhausted mages to play a role , It is more valuable for them to survive than to die here. The city gate in the northwest corner should still be open now, right?"

"Smooth."

There are countless crystal cluster monsters around Saint-Sunil, but not the whole city has been besieged. Today, the gate to the northwest of the capital is still passable. The limited support from the Western Territory Legion entered the city through this gate. .

"Prepare to arrange for the evacuation of the scholars, including these mages," Welsh's tone revealed no doubt, "send the city from the northwest corner."

"Your Majesty," Baldwin couldn't help but say, "I'm afraid this will cause agitation..."

"As long as I don't withdraw, the defense will not be shaken," Wales interrupted the Duke of Westlands, "and I don't want these mages to flee-I want them to survive this battle. The city will hold, Men with armor and swords will hold it, but after we hold it, we need men with pen and paper to rebuild it."

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

The Duke of the Westlands left to carry out the king's orders, and Wales' attention was refocused near the city walls, on those barriers of holy light that could be extinguished at any time.

After an unknown amount of time, his eyes suddenly turned to the sky with a feeling.

A few small black dots appeared between the clouds in the distance at some unknown time, and under the bright and brighter morning sun, those few black dots were rapidly approaching Saint-Sunil.

A few minutes later, when the black dots began to decrease in height, Wales finally vaguely saw what they were with the help of the transcendent's vision——

It is a giant eagle surrounded by several griffins.

Wales looked at them with wide eyes, watching them rush towards the capital in a near-suicide dive, and as their flight altitude continued to decrease, the crystal cluster legion gathered on the plain finally responded—despite being frantic In this state, those monsters still launched an instinctive attack on the uninvited guests who broke into their "air domain". Electric arcs burst from the ground to the sky, intersecting and weaving into a shining giant net, and at the edge of this giant net , Giant eagles and griffins danced over the clouds and over the walls of San Sunil.

They dropped something from the sky.

Those things bounced in mid-air, stretched, fluttered with the wind, and at the same time had vivid colors, and Wales quickly saw what those things that were floating down, like cloth——

It's Cecil's banner.

The king slowly opened his eyes, and then suddenly laughed.

The founding hero arrived a day earlier than promised.

As a large number of Cecil flags stretched high in the sky and fell with the wind, the bells of the Holy Light Cathedral in the inner city that resounded throughout the city gradually faded away.

The effect of God's descent is over.

The light-forged giant floating above the city shattered and turned into countless scattered holy lights that scattered in the air, and the holy light barrier protecting the capital was also cracked and disappeared in a short time.

The crystal cluster monsters on the entire plain became restless.

Cecil's flag fluttered down with the wind, and amid the sudden boost in morale, the Welsh sword pointed to the sky:

"For Ansu!!"

Saint-Sunil, the shouts overwhelm the clouds.

On the banks of the Gorgon River, artillery fire roared.

Three inland warships lined up along the river bank, and the rest of the gunboats and small gunboats 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. The magic power flashed continuously, and the entire beach was bombarded.

On the bridge of the Trailblazer, Byron's loud voice was almost as loud as the gunfire outside:

"Suppress firepower, suppress firepower, quickly clear the landing field!"

"Follow-up freighters keep up, all follow!"

"Quick, quick, release the springboard, release the springboard! Put the ground troops down!!"

Under the cover of the gunboat, the crystal cluster monsters entrenched in the entire east bank area were quickly cleared, and the armored cargo ships approached the river beach suitable for landing one by one. Under the action of the device, it extended to the river bank, and the tanks and multi-purpose combat vehicles that were already ready to go drove onto the ground one after another, and quickly established a push-type defense line on the land.

With the roar of tank guns, the marine troops also rushed to the river bank.

On the bridge of the Pioneer, an image of Sonia was appearing on the Magic Net terminal in front of Gawain: "...just flew over San Sunil...the signal has been dropped...they are still holding on..."

Gawain looked back at Byron who had finally calmed down: "Can we reach Saint-Sunil from this position?"

"It's beyond the theoretical range—but you can try it," Byron's loud voice sounded again, "If the accuracy is not guaranteed, I can hit the shell on the plain south of San-Sunil if the angle is right. But no one knows exactly where it will fall, anyway, it will definitely not hit the capital."

"Fire it," Gawain nodded slightly, "tell those monsters that we are here."

"Did you hear that! Boys!" Byron blushed, waving his arms and turned to his crew, "Overload the main gun, and fuck it!!"

Chapter 0640 The Retreating Crisis

A strange sharp whistling sound came faintly, and after a moment's delay Wales heard a loud thunderous noise on the plains to the south.

This is a sound that has never appeared in previous battles, and it is a movement that has never been made by those cluster giants.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the loud noise, but he could only vaguely see a huge cloud of smoke rising into the sky, and near the area where the smoke rose, the army of crystal clusters seemed to be in chaos.

It is said that the magic weapon made by the Cecilians can launch an attack more than ten kilometers away, and project a powerful explosive device to an accurate position. Before the "sky fire" comes, the sharp whistling sound is its last Notable features.

Reinforcements are entering the field - but they are far away.

All the holy light barriers have been completely shattered, and the light particles scattered in the air fluttered and scattered on the city wall. With the light particles falling, the arcs from the Crystal Cluster Legion began to sweep the city wall that had lost all protection, and the knights whose armor was broken They stepped forward with huge shields, filling the gaps in the city wall, while the bloodied soldiers manipulated all the trebuchets—whether they had magic power or not—to start the final counterattack.

The brilliance of the giant sun pierced through the clouds and sprinkled a brilliant brilliance. The morning glow pouring down from the clouds coated the ancient capital with a layer of gold. Everything - the blood-stained flag, the cracked armor, The flickering long spears, the huge catapults and ballistas, and the frenzy of crystal clusters surrounding the capital all shone brightly under the sunlight.

"Our reinforcements have begun to attack!!" On the city wall, a blood-soaked knight raised Ansu's king flag high, waving it vigorously while shouting loudly, "Hold on till the end..."

A sharp crystal spike flew from the edge of the city wall, piercing the knight's chest. On the wall, a hideous and swollen monster continued to climb upwards.

The Welsh sword swung across, and the invisible shock wave cut off the monster's body. He took over the falling king's flag, and held it up high: "Stick to the line of defense!!"

"Stick to the line of defense!!"

"Stick to the line of defense!!"

More and more whistling sounds came from afar, and more shock clouds began to emerge at the end of the southern plain, but the battlefield of this siege battle was so vast that the boundless crystal cluster monsters almost covered the entire San Souni So much so that even if reinforcements arrive on the battlefield, it may take several hours to advance to the city wall, and the irrational crystal cluster legion will certainly not stop attacking during this process.