Instaron shook his head: "This is a decisive battle... The empire has invested so many troops in the south, but His Majesty never told us..."
"what did she say?"
"There is at least one-third of the empire's military strength here," Instaron clenched his fists and growled: "If these legions gather together, what will happen to Faenzan and Cruz?"
"Look there." Tagus walked up and pointed in one direction and said.
"Flag of the Dead Moon," Ma Da's future star suddenly felt dizzy: "Your Majesty the Emperor!"
Brando pursed his lips tightly. This was undoubtedly a decisive battle, and Eruin's biggest enemy, the Dead Moon Empire, was about to lose in this battle; but he could not feel a trace of joy in his heart.
He only felt deep fear. He looked at the ocean shining with purple light and the Saumir crystals falling from the clouds, and his heart felt cold.
Is this a war between the undead and the crystal clusters?
The scale of this war has exceeded that of the later Battle of Xielin and the War of Sifakh in the Year of Sparks. Only the battle in the Alkhash Mountains before he crossed over can be compared with it.
But the Dead Moon Empire, which seemed to be so powerful that it seemed unrivaled, actually lost undisputedly in such a crucial war. In his eyes, the flags representing the legion numbers were disappearing in the vast ocean.
That represents not only the defeat of the undead, but also the withering and falling petals of the Black Rose of Bromando. If Madara loses one-third of its military strength here, then it is still unknown whether the empire can be maintained.
Not to mention, will the crystal clusters stop their march north because of this?
It's hard to say
What happened?
Brando couldn't help but ask himself, he didn't know if the Dead Moon Empire also experienced such a tragic war in the south in the previous life. Because at that time, the south of the Sea of Dead Moon was a restricted area for players, and His Majesty the Emperor explicitly prohibited any movement from the north.
The nobles entered the south, and the players naturally did the same.
No one knows whether the war in the southern part of the empire is intense or easing, whether it is a local conflict or a full-scale battle. Brando also cannot remember whether His Majesty the Emperor was in the Realm of Eternal Death when the Black Rose War broke out. This was Eruin.
The sad part is that the war that took place in Eruin did not even attract the attention of the emperor.
"This is a war between the world of order and dusk, Brando, no one can stay out of it."
Bai Wu jumped down from Medisa's shoulder and landed at his feet. Watching this scene.
Brando turned around and found that everyone seemed to be under magic, watching this scene blankly. Some of them came from Jiufeng, and there was a powerful empire behind them, and some came from Rubik. That desert kingdom, although it was
Not as brilliant as Cruz and Madala, but it still has a long history.
Others come from his territory, from the small country of Eruin. Except for Medisa, most people have never seen such a magnificent war in their lives. Although Delphine has witnessed the empire and Hazel with his own eyes.
The battle of the Construct Army in the Gray Hills.
But that battle took place in the Gray Clothes Valley, and the battlefield was less than ten kilometers wide. Compared with the current battle, it was like a child's play. Even Blanc's eyes reflected the battle, and his heart was filled with excitement.
Surging.
The holy war of sixty years ago seemed to reappear before his eyes.
The power of the Dead Moon Empire was beyond everyone's expectations. The eight huge legions almost put the Cruz people to shame, not to mention that this was only one-third of its total power. Of course, the undead were due to various reasons.
For this reason, their full power is almost never gathered.
The dark lords are fighting each other. If it weren't for the emergence of the mercury staff, this rare and powerful country would almost remain in endless obscurity amid internal strife.
But those who are not in it are always immersed in the past glory of the empire, like Delphine and Blanc. They have never thought that outside the human world, there are still things that are not inferior to the four major empires.
The power of the temple.
That is Bromanto's Black Rose.
Except for Brando, no one knows this secret, not because they cannot understand it, but because arrogance and arrogance have blinded most people.
But right now, this powerful enemy is being crushed by an army that is completely unfamiliar to this world. Its enemies seem to have no wisdom. They only know how to swarm forward, engulf everything, and then the Death Moon Empire
Then he was defeated.
Completely defeated.
Everyone heard the sound of something being broken. It was a countdown to the old order being overturned and the civilized world being destroyed by the power of disorder and chaos.
Adni seemed to have thought of something, and her face turned pale.
Instaron and Tagus said nothing, and the former still clenched his fists.
Huang Huo bit his lower lip, and Mr. Liu also looked solemn.
Brando looked solemn and thoughtful.
But at this moment, several spots of light suddenly flashed across the horizon, and several interlaced golden threads extended from nowhere, piercing the entire battlefield in an instant.
Leviathan right above the clouds.
When Brando raised his head in shock, dazzling fire had exploded in mid-air in the center of the battlefield.
It was like a flare that was brighter than the sun. Several roaring fireballs were burning in the sky of the battlefield. The dazzling light dimmed the light of the entire battlefield, as if it had turned from day to night in an instant.
But the vision only appeared for a moment.
The mushroom cloud has risen with countless smoke and dust. The shock wave pushes the dust cloud and rushes into the woods with a swipe. Then tons of dust and debris sweep in.
Brando reacted quickly, stretched out his hand and pushed forward to open a net of space laws, blocking all dust and air waves. But even so, the light mask was still bent at a terrifying amplitude, and the impact was
The impact was far greater than the impact of the previous crystal clusters on it.
"What's going on?" someone shouted amidst the roar of the explosion.
But the cacophony of voices drowned out his questions and the answers from others.
But a thought flashed through Brando's mind: Is there a third party on the battlefield?
Is it Madara's backup force or an ally of the undead?
He turned back to look at Instaron, but the latter's face was as blank as Tagus's. They had also never seen such an offensive and method.
Is this magic?
Brando always felt a little familiar. He was wondering if the Buga people were participating in the war. For the Silver People, this was very possible, because after all, their opponent was the Dragon of Twilight.
The smoke and dust dissipated quickly.
Immediately someone screamed: "Look over there!"
Brando looked in that direction and saw clouds and mist on the horizon, and a white mist that was tens of feet high rising. In the mist, it seemed that thousands of troops were gathering.
That's a loser.
The direction in which they are located...
Brando's heart tightened slightly. He saw rows of Knights of the Nameless Knights in the fog, holding spears, wearing armor, and riding horses made of clouds and fog, walking out of the depths of the clouds and fog:
They are lining up.
The knights of the Nameless One were expressionless and silent. A Knight of the Nameless One, wearing a cape and a laurel crown on his head, rode past the knights on the left and right. He held his long sword high, and the translucent sword tip seemed to reflect light.
The sun's rays.
"That's the late Ekko..." Blanc suddenly shouted in shock.
Brando also saw it.
That is the Lion-Hearted Holy Sword.
That scene seemed to overlap with that of a thousand years ago.
On that plain, the flags were shining, the knights wore long helmets and held long spears. They lined up with each other, facing the heavy cavalry of the Cruz people.
The man stood in front of them and shouted to them:
"People of Eruin, my knights, are you afraid?"
There is only one answer.
…
"They're here again, Your Majesty."
A pale and slender hand slowly put down the long staff flowing with silver light. She looked at the battlefield and remained silent.
"Those are our heroes who are sleeping in the long river of history. The sages have passed away long ago, but they still protect us. Sir Isaac, do you still think that we are the only ones facing this war?"
"But I don't understand, Your Majesty, who are they?"
The Supreme One holding the mercury staff opened his mouth slightly and spoke the name in an almost inaudible voice:
"Earth Legion."
Rows of pale knights are walking out of the clouds and mist, holding their spears high like a forest, their tips flashing with dazzling light. In their memories that have been sleeping forever for thousands of years, the only answer lingers in their minds like a ghost.
within.
What's that answer?
The war horses began to accelerate and trotted across the battlefield. The knights held their heads high and raised their chests, and their spear points were lowered in a row.
A white wave appeared on the battlefield. They were galloping, carrying the momentum of thousands of troops. The faces of these knights were blurred and their bodies were ethereal. Each face represented a profound memory during their lifetime. The past,
The present and the future are intertwined in their eyes.
They have no names, have lost their nationality, and no longer belong to any nation or race. Everything they had during their lives, together with their past, seems to have passed away like smoke.
And everything that's left.
It exists only for this answer.
The defeated left wing of the undead instantly came to a standstill, and a blade emitting pale cold light appeared on the battlefield. It swept across the vast land and cut diagonally into the purple ocean.
Colliding with it.
At that moment Brando looked back.
"We also join the war."
"What did you say, Lord?" Medissa asked in surprise.
"Madala cannot lose this war," Brando said to Medissa: "Just like the decisive battle that humans cannot lose on the Great Plains, Odin gave us a choice, and now we must
Give him an answer."
This answer has been waiting for a thousand years.
That was a long time.
But the four sages finally handed everything back to the hands of the people who should decide it. At that moment, Brando suddenly understood the meaning of the Holy One.