Chapter 113: Its too late for military victory and spectacle victory. Then lets go straight to the beacon victory!
Chapter 607: It’s too late for military victory and spectacle victory. Then let’s go straight to the beacon victory!
Suffocating black clouds rolled in the sky, and the flowing river of blood reflected the lightning in the clouds. Waves of thunder rolled in. With a violent thunder, gray rain curtains poured down, and the sound of rain covered the sky.
After the pervasive wail, the whole world was dragged into a gloomy and cold atmosphere.
In the battle on June 27, the Grand Republic Army suffered more than 60,000 casualties and missing people, more than 44,000 elves and half-elves were killed and captured, more than 60,000 servants were wiped out or dispersed, and almost all the field artillery was lost. No
The wounded who had time to gather themselves together with tens of thousands of corpses were soaked in the heavy rain, and their screams gradually disappeared.
In the evening, the rain stopped. The Grand Republican Army, which captured the artillery position, began to bombard the White Tower from three directions, from land and river.
The platoon of artillery suppressed the distant thunder. In the early morning, the General Front Committee of the Grand Republican Army ordered to strengthen the artillery fire, and 1,200 cannons were concentrated. Roland even asked the fleet to transport 36-pound naval guns and 48-pound siege mortars.
When the salvo started, the earth shattered and the earth shook. The power was unprecedented in the tall fortress walls with a classical configuration. The shells let out a deadly scream and after destroying the shield, they began to destroy the huge stone wall of the White Tower, smashing into the ground.
The debris that exploded wiped out the defenders behind the wall.
By the early morning of the next day, all the outer fortifications of the White Tower had been destroyed, and ribbon-like cracks appeared on the city wall, like broken porcelain bottles.
Although the "Magic Spring" filled the air with magic again on the afternoon of the 27th, the White Tower still effectively lost its function as a psychic fortress and could only protect the elf troops huddled inside, waiting for its complete collapse.
Roland wrote this passage in his diary:
"Sometimes the shells destroyed whole sections of the wall, sometimes part of it, sometimes a tower, or a section of parapet - no wall was strong enough to withstand such an earth-shattering attack.
"The landscape of world siege warfare was forever changed!"
After he finished writing this paragraph, he closed the note with satisfaction, stuffed it into his breast pocket, patted it lightly, and grinned at Amber, who had just arrived next to Griffith:
"You guys came so fast. I thought this batch of reinforcements would arrive tomorrow."
"The shipping department has tried their best," said the investigator. "In order to support this place, even the ice-carrying ships have stopped."
"What does this have to do with ice?"
The ground suddenly shook, and a loud rumbling sound came from under the feet. The shaking of the earthquake was not enough to make people stand unsteadily, but the signs and hints that followed were frightening. This is a kind of earthquake that comes from deep underground.
Shocking, it reminds people of the great power brewing in the bottomless core of the earth and the insignificance of living beings shrouded in ancient shadows, which irresistibly breeds the gloomy fateful despair.
"Magic Spring" is closer...
The atmosphere became very solemn. Amber made a face at Roland, turned around and asked Griffith: "What do you think the elf is thinking about right now?"
Griffith had just completed the location of the Hand of God, and the psychic ripples showed that Galadia's location was still in the Nebula Temple and had not changed. After the battle began, he and Miss Elf were their respective mysterious and real-life messengers.
All targets are obliged to continuously check the opponent's position and notify their own camp.
He looked back at the rear of the Burning Sun Fortress. Sonia brought him the newly reorganized Stormtroopers, led by Krista, Erza, Lana, Ophelia, Midian Maier and others.
The troops were receiving supplies and were then relieved by incoming troops and left their positions for the port.
"Paulus, the demigods, and the senators must be desperately trying to assemble their troops." Griffith raised his chin in the direction of Canaan. "They calculated the strength and scale of reinforcements and wondered whether the three fortresses could withstand them.
When will we arrive?"
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The round-the-clock bombardment tortured the nerves of Paulus and his men, and elves kept sneaking away to the Red Castle fortress on the second line of defense. It started with a few small teams, and soon grew to a squadron of hundreds and hundreds.
escape.
On the morning of the 28th, 18,000 reinforcements urgently recruited by Canaan arrived at the Red Castle and the White Tower to strengthen their defenses. Paulus was assigned 4,000 of them, and the rest were used by the Senate to organize a second line of defense.
The defenders of the White Tower guarded the precarious fortress, and their morale was extremely low. No matter what the outcome of this battle was, or what the future of elves and humans was, the discarded treasure of the White Tower was destined to be burned out first...
Based on reliable information obtained through reconnaissance, Beyeran transported another 110,000 troops from the afternoon of the 27th to the 28th through the continuously improving land and water supply lines! The fighting strength of the two armies has been reduced from 130,000 to 20 at the beginning of the battle.
Ten thousand turns into 44,000 versus 250,000!
Also arriving at the same time as the reinforcements were Extraordinaries drawn from all over the world. The two demigods of the Holy Light Holy See also followed the banner of the Holy Lady and died in person. Not only did Beyelan far surpass Canaan in terms of military strength and artillery,
Even the quality of extraordinary combat power has caught up!
The intensity of the battle exceeded any previous battle. Even with the healing of the "Magic Spring", most of the wounded elves were never willing to return to the battle.
In addition to the elders who had to fight on the front line, the two demigods Galilei Gato and Provis summoned all the upper elves they could find and gathered around Galadia to discuss countermeasures.
The good news is that the arrival speed of the "Magic Spring" is in line with expectations. Canaan is surrounded by insurmountable natural dangers of the dark swamp. Beyelan has not captured the White Tower on the only way yet. Even if it does, there are still two more to come.
A powerful fortress! The ultimate weapon "Genesis" has also been prepared and can be put into combat. The elves should be able to hold on until the miracle comes!
The bad news is that the two rounds of war caused heavy losses to Canaan, and the battle situation was too unfavorable for the noble elves; one of the other two demigods, Ms. Aviana Silver, the leader of Arran, is not good at fighting and is a half-elf.
Lady Edina Shiningblade's position is very ambiguous. The two demigods are like this, and many other elves are unwilling to fight.
The Elven Senate could no longer find any reinforcements...
The atmosphere of the meeting was extremely solemn. Although the defense lines and troops were still there, the enthusiasm and confidence of the high-ranking extraordinary people had slipped into hesitation and doubt. Gradually, they were sensitive and sensed a prophetic danger. It seemed that they had missed something.
Extremely important element!
This uneasy mood became clearer and clearer under the gushing magic, and the upper elves' premonitions became stronger and stronger. They may not be proficient in military affairs, and they could not explain the details of their premonitions, but they all became anxious and irritable.
Li Lei even repeatedly requested that Galadia be thrown into the "Magic Spring" to see if it could speed up the miracle.
This ridiculous idea was immediately scolded by many senators and Provis. This was too extreme. At least, Galadia was obedient and obeyed the orders of the Senate. The call of miracles has been normal so far, and there is no need to violate the procedures.
Risky; many highborne are unwilling to express their support for sacrifice.
The meeting was carried out in a dull atmosphere, and there was no constructive conclusion in the afternoon. Provis continued to receive desperate requests for help from the front line, and he was most anxious. When the meeting was adjourned, he immediately pulled Cato aside:
"If you have any other ideas, tell me immediately!"
"Sacrifice Galadia!" Cato shouted.
"Except this!"
"No, this is the only way. Oops, how long has it been, old man, do you still think I will fight with you?" Gato stomped his feet repeatedly, "Garadia is our last unstable factor, throw her into the spring.
Go, what if that little human bastard comes in? Keeping her is just to worry about what impact it will have on the ceremony, or else it's just to have some relief in case you can't defeat the opponent.
"No, it won't work! We have no room for compromise. If we miss this opportunity for a miracle, magic will disappear from this world! Our entire race will fade over time. Why can't you see through it?"
Provis said slowly: "There is a lot of resistance in this matter..."
Cato was silent for a moment, then grabbed Provis and pulled him towards the side hall.
They came to a dark underground shelter. The thick rocks blocked all the noise outside. Provis suddenly saw dozens of warriors here exuding a strong and bloody aura. Their appearances and shapes were mixed.
Elves and orcs, full of twisted chaos and violence, worship the shadow deep in the side hall with extremely pious attitude, as if it is an omnipotent god!
Jia whispered: "Please allow me to introduce you, the beacon of the origin of magic, Lord Hermit."
"Hermit?" Provis exclaimed.
This powerful being that transcends demigods is a mystery hidden in history. Provis has attempted many investigations and studies on his life experience, but it has not yet been fully confirmed. When he faced the hermit, there was something ferocious in the shadows.
The dark, ferocious aura turned into a terrifying flame, burning reason and common sense.
The noble demigod Gato was as respectful as a primary school student in front of this being. Provis was startled again and asked cautiously:
"Great Sir, what do you have to teach me?"
Salorian, who transformed into a hermit, nodded slightly and said in a low voice:
"All life is tragically flawed, and I must remake everything."
The situation has deviated greatly from the original plan. "Loser Eats Dust" was defeated according to its own rules, and Salorian was severely damaged. His character is still strong, but his body is collapsing, and his will can no longer be suppressed.
The three conflicting mysteries of magic, the creator of the void and the fabric of life.
He couldn't even transfer his will to the body of Shoggoth by himself. The endless life energy stolen from the thread of life in the virtual world was constantly repairing his body with self-awareness, and even grew some strange things.
Inhuman characteristics, rash suicide is likely to cause both physical and mental loss of control.
But Salorian is not yet in despair.
After the battle began, Canaan and Beyelan's artifacts started a race to descend. It is obvious that the artifacts summoned by Galadia, who has outstanding talent and mysterious affinity, are far stronger than the human side in terms of speed and intensity.
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As long as we persist and the three psychic fortresses of the White Tower, the Red Castle and the Elzbach Palace are not completely breached on June 30, the Elf’s spectacle victory will be certain. Of course, the settlement method of the spectacle victory is not that of Pluto.
That’s what the elves like Weiss, Gato, and others thought—
The golden age that the elves are looking forward to will not come. They have enjoyed the gifts for too long, and the thousand-year contract at the end of reincarnation needs to pay the price; the twisted will coming from the virtual realm is coming, and it will devour the world. On the eve of the destruction of the world
, Salorian will get a short window of time - soak in the endless magic climax of the "Magic Spring", stabilize his spirituality with overwhelming charging, and transfer his will to the ultimate Shoggoth.
As long as the elves are in panic and control Galadia, the key to the end, they can control the initiative at the last moment...
At that time, the Shoggoths and a few selected creatures who are not marked by the end of reincarnation can escape from this world through the time and space authority of the Creator of the Void Realm and find a new world.
Those who can win, as long as the miracle of Canaan comes, the final victory will still belong to Salorian.
The elves have not yet seen or are unwilling to see clearly that the "Magic Spring" will summon reincarnation to swallow everything, and they are clinging to the last life-saving straw; on the human side, it is impossible to destroy three psychic fortresses with only human lives and artillery.
Too late!
As for Griffith, the miracle he summoned cannot be compared with the "Magic Fountain" at all. Whether it can even be called a miracle is up for discussion. Low-level mysteries are meaningless in the face of high-level mysteries!
Salorian's plan was decided. He tapped the stone base lightly and said to Provis with a majestic will:
"The barbaric expansion will stop here, and the artillery fire will eventually turn into the dust of history.
"Human beings have not yet understood their situation and are still dreaming about the illusion of an era. There is only one ending waiting for them."
This voice had a reassuring majesty, and Provis was a little shaken again.
Salorian said: "Recite my true name and you will be protected."
When necessary, the "hermit" would assist the elves in defense. With such a powerful being participating in the battle without any reward, Provis immediately felt much better. He thanked him quickly and left the secret room with the good news.
"At this point, I have completed the last piece of the puzzle..." Salorian was immersed in the abundant magic power, interpreting the future that is no longer far away, "All human combat power and technology have been put on the field, and it is impossible to do it again in a short time.
Has there been any improvement.
"So, Griffith, how are you going to win?"
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Werner Negri summarized the situation and reported to the headquarters:
"The main force of Canaan has concentrated in the White Tower-Red Fort area, and has launched multiple attacks in an attempt to lift the siege of the White Tower by our army.
"Our siege troops launched four attacks, but Marshal Paulus refused to surrender. Without cutting into the junction of the two enemy fortresses, we could not completely and timely conquer the strongholds along the way, and we could not fundamentally disintegrate the enemy's defense.
"The terrain there is extremely unfavorable for troop deployment and artillery support. The siege and reinforcement troops fought fiercely and suffered heavy losses..."
During the conversation, the earth shook again. The visions between heaven and earth became more and more frequent and violent. Griffith also shook slightly.
"Understood," Griffith simply responded, "General Baldwin and Earl Larmore would like to ask you to continue the attack."
He took out his pocket watch, and the beating hands were heading towards 6 o'clock.
"At 6 pm on June 28, there are 42 hours left until the finish line."
All commanders calibrated together. Time passed minute by second, and the continuous attacks paid a lot of sacrifices, but still failed to penetrate the elves' defense line. If the "Magic Spring" cannot be stopped before the countdown ends, the elves will achieve wonders.
Victory. Moreover, Erza also reminded everyone to pay attention:
"Lord Gryffindor realizes that the elves may sacrifice Galadia when the war situation is unfavorable to speed up the countdown."
Griffith's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He suppressed his worries and silently boarded the battleship. Thousands of soldiers in the temporary military port stared at their commander.
In the evening breeze, members of the General Front Committee Roland and Erza also boarded the ship. The departure order was given. The march plan and destination were still kept secret and would not be announced until during the march. However, they still looked at the commander quietly and looked forward to it.
What are you wearing?
Cuirassiers, dragoons, mounted artillery and selected infantry and grenadiers gathered here. The excitement in everyone's heart overcame their nervousness. Vaguely, many people had a premonition that tonight's march would be
It will be the end of a cruel war, the final victory will rise with the dawn and the rising sun, the end of a dark night and a long era.
The final moment is coming!
Griffith waved goodbye to the commanders on the shore. The sunset was sinking towards the horizon. On this night, he and the soldiers around him would run towards an unpredictable future.
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Melrose, director of psychic research and development, and Tyrell, a representative of the Senate, came to Galadia. Rumors were circulating within the Nebula Temple that the Senate was prepared to take necessary measures to speed up the arrival of miracles when necessary.
This rumor greatly alleviated the anxiety of the elves. The uneasy premonition that had been lingering throughout the day became less intense, and some elves even began to no longer avoid the details of "necessary means".
"Your Highness," Melrose asked according to the rules, "it's time to report. How is Griffith and his artifact doing?"
"Everything is normal, Director," Galadia replied gently, "You can reassure the Senate."
"Yeah~" Melrose nodded deeply.
Tyrell made a record and handed it over to the intelligence department for verification. After the Colossus was destroyed, he was also recalled to the temple for accountability, and was lucky enough to avoid the tragic frontline bloody battle.
June 28th has finally passed. Griffith and his 200,000-strong army are attacking more and more fiercely, but the White Tower and the Red Castle are still standing. It is now the early morning of the 29th, and there are less than 30 hours before the miracle comes.
When Tyrell came to the Temple Intelligence Department, he noticed that the elves there were all listless. The continuous battles and changes consumed their emotions. As the victory of the miracle got closer and closer, the ultimate weapon "Genesis" would also be used
To guard the final defense circle of the country, many elves can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Tyrell asked the Intelligence Department to cross-check the accuracy of Galadia's positioning, and the officer in charge also conveyed the order to the front line. The verification took a while, ranging from a few hours to more than ten hours, and Tyrell came to the window
He sat down on the recliner next to him, found a comfortable position to rest for a while, and closed his eyes.
Being immersed in the increasingly intense magic made him very comfortable, and his spirituality and thinking would even become clearer during a nap. In the haze, he seemed to see something, like a fire dragon winding towards him.
"What's going on?" Tyrell woke up and looked out the window. He didn't see anything unusual, but he had a feeling that there was a large amount of breath moving in the southeast of the temple.
Thousands.
Tyrell was very confused and immediately ordered his men to conduct reconnaissance and increase their alertness.
"What's going on in the southeast of the city?"
The Intelligence Department was unable to answer for a while. The continuous battles made all the elves very tired. Such great pressure and load had never been experienced before. Fatigue caused more and more accidents and loss of control, and many elves in key positions fell ill.
Down. Tyrael can't be dispatched at will.
"The human reconnaissance fleet was discovered a few days ago," an intelligence officer replied. "The information has been verified. The location is the riverside of the Dark Swamp, military situation level 5."
Level 5 military intelligence has no real threat, it is almost the noise of the battlefield, and will soon be drowned in the massive amount of reports.
"Sir, perhaps the magic of the miracle stimulated the anomaly there, and a certain large creature awakened," another intelligence officer said, "There have been a large number of such incidents in the final defense circle of the country."
"Are you sure?" Tyrell frowned. His perception was very clear, and his uneasy premonition was heavy.
"What else could it be? There is nothing more desperate than entering the Dark Swamp at this time. The darkness there is so dense that it cannot be removed. It is simply unimaginable what kind of monsters can be spawned by the filth soaked in for an era."
"Yes, they are as stubborn as blood-sucking bugs," another elf who entered the shift break joined in the chat, "I saw those filthy bugs when I went out to investigate. No matter whether they are burned or struck by lightning, they can't be wiped out. They are simply endless.
Endless!"
"It's also outside the final defense circle of the country. There are no troops that can be mobilized, sir."
"We still have to take a look. It's too close to the temple to allow for any abnormalities!" Tyrell was very sure of his premonition. He quickly left the temple, summoned a guard, and rode towards the dark swamp outside the city.
Gallop away.
They passed through the city and entered the suburbs, and soon arrived at the edge of darkness. Everything was normal there, some half-elves were carrying building materials, and there were no signs of out-of-control flooding nearby.
"We are from the Logistics Department, transporting wood from here to the front line," the leader of the half-elves pointed to the thick logs on the side, "These building materials can fill the defense line."
Tyrell walked around the wood. It was true that they were simply treated strong wood, often used to build roads and barriers. However, the working half-elves piled these things on the edge of swamps and forests, which made him feel...
Something is wrong.
"Why are you unloading supplies here?" Tyrell scolded, riding into the woods. Six or seven half-elves followed him. At first, it was a narrow path, but after only a dozen steps, it suddenly became clear. It was a mess of thorns that were difficult to navigate.
, puddles and strange-shaped trees were actually cleared out of a flat area.
Under the dark sky, the lights in the swamp in the distance are bright, like lava spewing from a volcano! From time to time, a bunch of sparks are ejected from the treetops, like fireworks at the festival. The hoarse sound is monotonous and dull, and the crunching sound of sawing wood is
One after another, huge buckets and levers jingled and howled, and from time to time rough and brutal outlines emerged from the trees and shrubs.
There was even a sharp scream coming from the swamp, which was clearly the sound of the winch rubbing against an inappropriate frame. The half-elves on the side had weird expressions, as if they were making up excuses, and suddenly another long whistle sounded.
Just for a moment, Tyrell suddenly thought that these servants seemed too strong and strong, and there was no trace of laborers in their behavior.
Suddenly something moved with his peripheral vision, and he sensed something strange. Before his eyes could confirm the danger, Tyrell's intuition made Tyrell reflexively move sideways, and instinctively reached out to hold the saber.
Before the enchanted scimitars were unsheathed, all the accompanying half-elves had already pulled out their muskets from their backs. Six or seven black barrels were aimed at the extraordinary elves and their mounts, and they fired a volley without asking.
"Bang——!" Tyrell's mount stood up and threw him down. Two of the bullets fired were actually strengthened with spell-breaking, and they emptied the extraordinary person's shield in one round.
The leader of the half-elves rushed forward in the blink of an eye, drew his sword and struck at Tyrell.
There was also shooting one after another outside the woods, and Tyrell's men were beaten until they screamed repeatedly. The half-elf fired a round, turned around, pulled out a rifle with a bayonet from the pile of wood, and stabbed the fallen elves randomly.
"Such skilled combat skills make him an elite soldier of the enemy!" Tyrell was struck by a knife, rolled over, and managed to escape from the siege, jumping out towards the bushes.
"How did the enemy get to this place!" Tyrell ran through the water, preparing to distance himself before counterattacking.
The team of half-elves did not pursue them. The leader who stopped his companions turned out to be looking at the extraordinary elf quickly walking away with a smile on his face.
"To warn!" Tyrell growled, "Smash these bugs with meteors and fire showers. The movement will also alert the temple."
He raised his hand, and his body was wrapped in the strong wind and rushed into the air. Powerful magic flowed through his fingertips.
"Under the majesty of magic, be wiped out in ashes, bug - ugh!"
Suddenly, Tyrell's throat was strangled by invisible iron pliers, and the cold chill stared at him like a ferocious beast released in mythology. The extraordinary elf was frightened, and instinctively turned his head to glance, and fear and fear suddenly surged from deep in his heart.
Trembling feebly.
A red knight appeared in the swamp. He and his horse were wrapped in blood. He raised his hand and shook it in vain. His behavior was like a roar that devoured the world. Behind him, there was a continuous roar, monotonous and noisy, in the swamp.
Echoing in the depths. Under the clouds, a winding giant beast is waking up in the swamp. Its huge body is crawling between the water and the dense forest, with gray spots following one another.
"It's a high-level spellbreaker, the natural enemy of spellcasters! Ah, it's Griffith!"
"What is this——
"This is, this is a steamship!
"Steamboat on the river in the swamp!"
This sight that had never been seen before shocked the extraordinary elves. The river made of wood had been cleared of mud and debris, and the water pumps along the way were driven by steam to maintain the water level. The flat-bottomed boats puffing out black smoke were wide and flat, filled with
Armed with heavily armed soldiers and horses, entire battalions of troops are passing through insurmountable filthy natural dangers. Monsters composed of steam, metal, coal, wood and various strange components are opening up a path forward in the dark mystery.
The final defense circle of the country has been breached! The Grand Republican Army has crossed a natural barrier that no army has ever crossed before, and appears behind the Elf defense line, with its troops pointing directly at the Nebula Temple!
"Don't come over here——!"
Tyrell's screams tore his voice, and the power of confinement dispelled the magic. He fell from mid-air, broke the branches with a crackle, and fell into the puddle with a plop.
He stuffed his mouth full of water plants and leaves and beat at the mud. At the sound, dense insects came and hung on his hair and robe. During the struggle, he saw a flamboyant flame leaping out of the river in the forest. A red-haired woman
The knight rode a war horse wrapped in light wings, flying across the water. In an instant, he rushed in front of Tyrell and stabbed him with his spear.
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The final time is getting closer and closer. Human beings have no time to break through the three fortresses. The coming of miracles will destroy their minds. For this reason, I still have to praise Griffith for being my chosen student...
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Salorian in the secret room is immersed in magic. His spirituality is becoming more and more stable.
"Bang——!"
An illusory explosion suddenly disturbed Salorian, as if someone's brain exploded along with the skull. He woke up from the dream wrapped in magic and found Cato stumbling into the secret room.
"What's the matter?" the supreme "hermit" asked in a low voice, "I reminded you, if not..."
"Sir, something bad has happened!" The elf demigod howled like a pig, "Human, have humans invaded?"
"Um?"
"They passed through the Dark Swamp and have entered the city!"
"What!?" Salorian ejected from the stone chair. An earth-shaking roar suddenly tore through the air, and the deafening sound almost tore his eardrums.
The earth was shaking, as if the world was collapsing.
"This is Provis," Cato said. "He has activated Genesis and is shooting at the humans entering the city!"
"Go and help him. Genesis cannot be supported by the computing power of a demigod." Salorian asked Cato to step back, and he stood up immediately. Things took an unexpected turn, and Griffith's army would
If we go straight to the Nebula Temple, there is no need to hesitate. Galadia must be controlled immediately.
The power of time and space began to surge, and every second now counted, and he had to be transported directly to the Hand of God. Salorian's figure flickered, and he traveled through space in the next second.
"..."
Where is this?
Salorian did not reach the "Magic Spring" in the center of the Nebula Temple, where the senator imprisoned Galadia. He came to the top of the towering temple, surrounded by seven spiers symbolizing the original seven clans. In this area
On the square-like broad platform, the wind howled, the moonlight and starlight swayed down, and the cavalry and infantry staggered on the ground were like ants, swarming in. Here, far away from the noisy hustle and bustle, the silvery silence dispelled the crazy magic.
, like a classical arena.
"hiss……"
Salorian took out the domination scepter from under his robe and stood sideways. The sound of heavy horse hooves broke the silence, and Galadia, fully equipped with super-heavy knight attire, rode a pure white unicorn and roared onto the steps.
"Hello, dictator," Miss Elf smiled at him, "I didn't expect that~"
How Galadia broke free from the confinement of the Senate, how she got the equipment, how she got here is no longer important. There are two rebels among the four demigods, what else is there to say... Salorian will
He pulled off his robe and waved his scepter of control.
“Buzz——!”
Dazzling bright light roared out from under the feet of the two people, and the entire building shook. Seven rays of light converged from the core of the temple, hitting the charging army directly. This grand radiation illuminated the thunderclouds in the sky, and in the star space
It aroused waves of resonance, just like the gods paying tribute to the end of the era.
Two long arms popped out from the back of Galadia's silver heavy armor. They attached the spear-like arrows to the golden bow of the fluttering phoenix. They waved two silver giant swords lingering in the moonlight with both hands, spinning and swinging like a tornado, towards
Salorian came roaring:
"Are you ready? Come dance, Dictator! Let's—"
"Launch a rebellion against this false world."
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Tide-like troops rolled in, overwhelming the outer defense line of the garrison. Intensive shelling fired cannonballs at the crazy elves. Gunpowder smoke blocked the line of sight, and the billowing smoke got closer and closer.
Suddenly a bugle sounded, and the heavily armored Beyeland Grenadier Commandos jumped up from the smoke. They threw raindrops of grenades at the defending enemies, and then rushed into the position with large-caliber rifles. The elves immediately rushed
They came up to engage them in a melee, but the humans who rushed in missed their rifles and were armed with two pistols. They fired two more rounds at the counterattacking elves, and then they came forward with bayonets and battle axes.
The city of Canaan was full of flames and shaking figures. The senate refused to believe that the enemy came from the southeast. All the troops were in chaos. It would take more than half a day for the troops on the front line to return for reinforcements.
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Nebula Temple has been surrounded, any support is too late!
"This is our operation of unknown significance." Harandil and Alandel saluted Griffith and Roland who came over. "Commander, 'Operation Trebuchet' has been successfully completed. However, the path leading to the temple gate
The road is covered by the firepower of 'Genesis'. That thing can fire once every ten seconds. You have to find a way to get in and win the spectacle!"
"Victory by spectacle, huh, no need for it now," Griffith raised his lance, and a steady stream of cavalry gathered under Christa's flag beside him. "It's too late for military victory and victory by spectacle. Then let's go straight to the beacon.
victory!"
He looked at the top of the temple, where the psychic ripples of Galadia and Salorian were surging. Now was the time to fulfill their promise.
The corners of Griffith's mouth curved in an arc, and the moment he put on his helmet, Roland heard him whisper:
"If I want to get you, I have to bring a boundless army, use a trebuchet to smash open your forest, and smash the heads of the elves..."
"Ahahaha!" Roland laughed wildly.
The Stormtrooper infantry and artillery hammered open the defense line, and the silver cuirassiers passed through the breach.