Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 812 Doomsday Battle (…
Despite the great changes, Peter I seemed very calm. He tilted his head slightly, listening to the cheers from the Alliance side that were like landslides and tsunamis, and then said slowly:
"It seems that I was right. The greatest dark demon did not come to this plane according to our summons. Instead, what we summoned from the source of darkness was the main god of Paradise Mountain..."
There was silence on the high platform. Neither Iros nor Marshal Servais knew how to answer Peter I's question.
"Servus, you have been following me for twenty years, right? You have been taking care of me since I was a child." Peter I suddenly asked.
"To be precise, it will be twenty-one years in two days."
Peter I nodded, stood up, and groped forward. Servais immediately took a step forward, supported Peter I, and led him towards the steps of the high platform.
"Servis, do you think we can still win?"
"Your Majesty, possibilities always exist."
"Very good, I can no longer see my eyes. Will you be willing to guide me in the direction of the enemy when I charge?"
"It's a great honor, Your Majesty."
"In this battle, there is no point for us to survive. Unfortunately, many of my ambitions have not been completed yet..."
"Your Majesty, after we return to the Dark Demon Realm, I will continue to assist you in completing your unfinished business."
"Okay, Servais, you will still be my marshal...
By the way, Ilos, or my brother-in-law, you run, I know you have the blood of the devil, escaping from this plane is not a problem, take my sister Ekaterina, and run!
I'm sorry for Yekaterina, I'm sorry for my elder brother, my father, and my teacher Luo Ning, but I did it as a last resort for the rise and fall of this plane. Do you really think I'm just greedy for power?
It's just that the price I paid for killing my father, brother, and master is still a dream, and the water in the bamboo basket is in vain!
The God of Light, or the Heavenly Mountain, I am afraid that there is no god or power that can match him in this plane or in the multiverse. Even if he escapes, he will only be able to survive.
I don't like that kind of life. Instead of hiding, it's better to bloom in an instant.
One of my favorite writers once said: Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
Iros, take care of my sister and take her out of this plane!"
After Peter I finished speaking, the two people supported each other and slowly walked down the stairs from the high platform, leaving only the shocked Iros.
Iros did not expect that Peter I's coup plan was entirely for today.
It's a pity that man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.
At this moment, Peter I was talking to Marshal Servais. The tone of their conversation was like two ordinary people in a small rural village talking about the autumn harvest, calm and gentle.
For a moment, Iros was the only one left on the high platform. He looked around blankly. Although the sky was blue and green, the wind passing by the high platform was still bleak.
There is a special feeling in the wind.
That's despair!
With a cry, Peter I drew out his sword and pointed it forward. Servais walked side by side with him, pulling the horse for the emperor of the Ablix Empire, and slowly accelerated towards the Holy Empire's battle line.
Seeing the emperor advancing in the military formation, the commanders of the Alplekes Empire drew out their swords and raised their crossbows. They and Emperor Peter I mobilized their mounts at the same time to face the hundreds of thousands of people in front of them.
Holy Empire Army.
Although countless officers of the two armies of the empire did not know what had just happened, when they saw that the emperor had personally gone into battle, they mobilized their soldiers and began to advance forward, vowing to fight to the death with the enemy in front of them!
At this time, a thick black mist could not help but pour out of Servais's body, wrapping himself and Peter I in it. This black mist rolled forward, passed through the heavy armored regiment of the Albrex Empire, and rushed directly into
To the Holy Knights!
Thousands of brave holy knights were unable to stop that black mist at all!
Once they were involved in the black mist, there was no news at all, and behind the black mist, there was only a road made of blood!
At this moment, although the ordinary warriors did not understand where the changes in the world came from, they all vaguely understood that the balance of victory had tilted towards the Holy Empire.
The armies of the Siril Empire and other servant countries were cowering. Only the warriors of the Albrex Empire and the Batoria Empire followed their emperors and generals and launched an attack on the Holy Empire without hesitation!
For a time, the shouts of the Northern warriors overwhelmed the cheers of the Southern Confederacy!
What should you do when you are desperate?
Iros suddenly shook his head vigorously and frowned tightly.
Iros understood that Peter I wanted him to take Ekaterina to find a way out, but although he could not summon the clone of the Dark Demon, the war in this plane may not be lost!
Iros decided to do something.
He knew that it was useless to escape now. If he lost this war, no matter where he fled, as long as he was in this plane, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of the Holy Church.
At most he becomes a second Handel, like his father.
But that was just a few more years of dealing with the Holy Church, not to mention that he had just discovered that the connection between himself and Lilith had been severed.
Iros didn't dare to think about what happened. Since the main god of Paradise Mountain can appear in the source of darkness, no matter what happened, it was possible.
Iros suddenly felt something strange, as if the space around him had once again undergone subtle changes.
He slightly experienced this subtle change, his face suddenly changed, he jumped up from the high platform, and rushed towards the tower full of mages standing on the front line!
I don't know when, day has turned into night, the blue sky has put on the evening clothes of night, and the night curtain is dotted with brilliant stars.
The sudden change of day and night was just because the handsome man sitting next to the Pope had opened his eyes.
Even though they were far apart, Iros could still clearly see the distant night sky and endless stars in his eyes.
The night coming from his eyes reveals a mysterious, delicate and fragile beauty, which is consistent with his appearance. But there is endless murderous intention in these beautiful stars.
Wherever he looked, all the mages were struggling in pain, and the more powerful the mages were, the weaker their struggles became!
The moment night fell, two dazzling magic torches lit up on the high platform on the Allied side!
Mana ignites!
The term flashed across Iros's mind like a flash of lightning. Iros was no stranger to this spell that did not belong to the orthodox magic system. He could even ignite the magic power in the mage's body with the devil's innate skills.
However, that was done deliberately, and at most it was only dealing with one or two mages at a time.
Like that man, wherever his eyes can see is a realm ignited by mana, what kind of divine power is this?
The battle situation that originally had a glimmer of hope turned into despair the moment the man opened his eyes.
The only thing that the allies can rely on to turn the tide of the war is the high-level mage who has an overwhelming advantage. However, in a field where mana is ignited, the more powerful the mage is, the harder it is to protect himself.
Moreover, the magic of the field of mana ignition at this moment is far beyond Iros's innate skills. All mages with sacred mana are not affected by mana ignition!
This means that the Holy Empire now has an overwhelming advantage in mages.
"Great Michael, in front of your law-breaking eyes, all those who do not believe in our Lord will only be destroyed. It seems that the Lord's glory will shine in every corner of this plane."
On the high platform, the Pope spoke slowly.
Michael glanced at the entire battlefield seemingly casually, but wherever his gaze fell, the mana burning field would be doubled.
Hearing the Pope's words, he smiled faintly and said in a soft and ethereal voice:
"I didn't do anything. All this glory and glory should be attributed to our Lord, the great God of Light. Of course, other Lord Gods have done a lot, and their glory should not be ignored."
His eyes containing countless stars stared at a high platform of the Allied Forces, and suddenly said calmly:
"That pagan is very interesting! Yanglian, Zhenjia, you go and keep him!"