The Thassardian fleet in the sky has been silent for a long time.
On the entire huge battlefield, except for the purple wave on the ground that was still sweeping towards Valhalla, the duel between the fleets in mid-air fell into an eerie silence.
One by one, the Sarsardians' floating ships with silver light hovered in mid-air, and the attack stopped, as if time had stopped.
But their opponents, the fleet of the Tonigels, were turning around - the huge silver fleet directly exposed the entire flank to the Sasardians - and their muzzles were facing the ground.
This seemingly weird scene is actually happening in front of everyone at this moment.
"What exactly happened here?"
The offensive on the frontal battlefield is being dominated by the army of crystal clusters, but the noble coalition forces that have not yet gone far are now in a confused situation.
The continuous changes on the battlefield caught them off guard. For a while, they couldn't even tell which side was the friendly force and which side was the enemy?
At the moment when the noble coalition forces were slow to respond.
Time is still passing by minute by minute.
The atmosphere in the captain's room of the Sasardian flagship, the Saint Patchere, was even more bizarre than on the battlefield.
Facing the young man in front of him, Gonzalez suddenly understood that he might have to make such a choice - or he should have understood it long ago, when the other party suddenly appeared with the staff 'Togriffin'.
He should have understood all this when he was in front of them.
The captain's cabin was silent.
It is hard to imagine that just a moment ago, there was a constant flow of people here, with messengers and officers of various colors coming in and out, cartographers constantly modifying the marks on the map, and the sounds of commands and announcements making it sound like a vegetable market.
"You can choose to die—"
Brando looked around calmly for a week. Thirteen senior officers of the Sasardians shrank back subconsciously under his gaze. Only the garrison division in red robes glared at him.
Eyes spitting fire.
He let go of his hand and let Master Hollis' staff float in mid-air.
More than ten pairs of eyes fell on the staff.
"And let your fleet be buried with you."
"How can a mortal like you resist the fleet of the great Sasardians!" The red-robed wizard roared angrily, raised the staff in his hand and pointed it at Brando, and the crystal on the head of the staff immediately radiated brightly.
of light.
But before he could cast his spell, Brando pointed at him lightly. The power of space seemed to be tightly locked on the old mage's body, strangling his lips and tongue, making him unable to move.
Can't speak.
Brando looked at the man indifferently: "Only the people of the sky are superior, because they are born with different privileges from mortals. Even if you are in trouble and fall into the mortal world, you are still unwilling to give up this arrogance of being superior to others.
——”
"You can wage wars and control the fate of mortal nations, but do you think the Thassardians can not be held responsible for what they have done?"
He shook his head and smiled contemptuously.
"Innocent."
"Don't be too proud, Eruin. You destroyed the fleet of the People of the Sky, and this matter will never be over -!" The old wizard suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, as if he had broken free of part of the space.
As if restrained, he yelled at Brando at the top of his lungs.
Brando didn't look at him, his eyes fell on other people. Except for the extremely arrogant Sassard wizard, no one in the captain's room dared to look at him.
Even the middle-aged nobleman, who was obviously the commander among these people, subconsciously remained silent and lowered his head.
"I never said this matter would end here," his eyes fell back on the rebellious old wizard, with an unprecedented coldness.
This should have been a meaningless war.
But those who should not have died in this war made unnecessary sacrifices for this.
Mr. and Mrs. Eco.
The eldest son of the king.
Yura was seriously injured.
Antitina, whose life or death is uncertain.
There is also no news from the eldest princess sister and brother and Freya.
All of this should be attributed to this damn war and the culprit who started this war.
Thinking of the drastic changes in Lannilan and the deaths of Eco and his wife, Brando felt a pang of pain in his heart. He even remembered that before leaving Eruin, he deliberately reminded the couple to pay attention to their own itinerary.
The tragedy of history should have been avoided.
Everything in Eruin should be moving for the better.
But a moment of negligence led to such bitter consequences.
Maybe he could be more careful.
Be more decisive.
If Eruin's chaos had been ended earlier before everything happened - he had the support of the eldest princess, Lantonilan and Viero as allies, and even the highland knights had good intentions towards him, as the kingdom
He is an indispensable corner of the political landscape, and the royal party is also willing to reconcile with him.
As long as he wants.
He can then rebuild the alliance of the former nobles, single-handedly end the chaos between the north and the south, and bring Eruin back to prosperity and unity.
Maybe in that case, all of this shouldn't have happened.
But--
Is it really so?
A happy and happy Eruin, who seemed to have everything he wanted - Eruin, who had gained enough profits from Anlek's corpse, seemed to be in full bloom.
Is that his ultimate goal in returning to this era?
No.
Brando shook his head firmly in his heart.
The future Eruin should not just be like this.
Maybe he still has ideals in his heart, maybe the eldest princess is strong enough, maybe the royal party is still willing to keep the promise he made.
But none of them are Eruin.
Just as the late Lord Ek swore under his sword:
‘I swear the oath of a sage under this sword——’
'I will vow to lead my people - to lead them away from strife and killing, and away from the arrogance and greed of the imperial nobles; I vow not to repeat this cold-blooded mistake of history!'
'I will make the nobles of this new kingdom abide by the spirit of chivalry - just and strict, upright and brave, kind and generous. I make this oath and will keep it with the rest of my life.'
The sonorous and powerful voice of every word still echoes in today's era.
Eruin's glory will be destined to belong to such an era of innovation.
She will remove all obsolescence, and her successors will be fair and strict, upright and brave, kind and generous. Those young people will inherit the glory of the past and be honorable enough to take over the sacred flag.
They will not be royalists.
Because the old nobles will never be able to bear such glory.
He understood that Her Royal Highness the Princess would eventually understand all this.
Just like the truth she finally understood in history.
Because she and them are destined to be different people.
Once upon a time, it all came too late.
But today, perhaps there are different variables from the beginning.
"This is the value of my existence here," Brando raised his head and looked at the old wizard with a distorted face. As if it was the natural opposition between the new life and the old order, the two looked at each other indifferently: "I
All this will be achieved, and anyone who stands in my way - no matter who he is - will be destroyed."
"Haha...ha," the old wizard breathed heavily and looked at the young Eruin who was talking to himself like a madman: "It's like a mortal can never understand the vastness of the sky. It seems
The momentary luck has already made you start to get crazy... You don't understand the power of the Buga people at all."
"You don't understand my power either."
Brando replied coldly.
He turned back and looked at the other people in the captain's room with some indifference, "The Sasardians are aloof, but you should understand that you are not the ones aloof, and as slaves, you must also share the glory of your master."
Is it the glory of you? Even if you die for them, God knows how important your sacrifice will be in their minds?"
No one spoke.
There was a clock displayed not far from the drawing table, and for a while in the room where the needle could be heard, there was only the monotonous echo of the ticking hands.
The red-robed wizard of the Sasardians was also arrogant. He allowed Brando to encourage his former subordinates in front of him, but he said nothing and only watched the scene indifferently.
The staff suspended in the center of the cabin made him realize the failure of his trip.
But how could the Sassardians be afraid of failure?
Not to mention losing to mortals.
The pride of the people of the sky comes from the power they have mastered from generation to generation. Such power, within the territory it can touch, is the eternal truth.
Everyone knows what will happen to them if they refuse.
The terrifying young man in front of them killed everyone including Master Hollis in one fell swoop, and even brought back his staff 'Togriffin'. It was so high up there that they could only look up to it like a god.
character.
However, on this unknown battlefield, it turned into the dust of history.
Everyone swallowed subconsciously.
The officers with high status looked at each other and looked at each other, and finally everyone's eyes fell on Gonzalez.
Count Nasiva coughed bitterly and stood up from his seat, his figure obviously slumped.
"I recognize the victory of the Eruin people, and I hope... that my colleagues and I can at least enjoy the last bit of dignity."
This is surrender.
But Brando shook his head.
Under everyone's gaze, he slowly said: "I think you have made a mistake. This is not a battlefield where human nations are fighting. Please take a good look outside the porthole to see what your enemies are like.
who is it."
"This is a war that has never had a beginning and may never end. Gentlemen, you and I have heard all the legends about it. But at this time, as the people of Martha, can we
Shouldn’t we stand together and fight side by side?”
"Please ask yourself, who should be your enemy and what should you protect? Do you want to continue to help the evildoers like this, destroy all hope with your own hands, and turn this world into ashes? Is this all you want?"
"This is a holy war, the final war between all orderly and civilized countries and the twilight. Gentlemen, you should understand that the real betrayal of the Sasardians is not the Eruin people, but you."
Brando grabbed the staff 'Togriffin' and threw it forward. The silver staff branches fell on the deck and rolled to the feet of Gonzalez.
"Your Majesty Commander, go and give the order, order the mobilization of your fleet. I, Count Tonigel, on behalf of the Eruin people, hereby ask for the help of the Bansians. If you still remember that sacred oath, please let you
The warriors turn the spear and let us fight for a common victory!"
"Your Mightiness……"
Gonzalez was stunned for a moment.
The fleet commander, who had some gray hair on his temples, subconsciously turned his head and glanced at his colleagues one by one.
At this moment.
They may not dare not remember that oath.
Maybe we have to remember that oath.
But those times when all the countries on the earth fought side by side and abandoned all prejudices for a common ideal do seem to be very, very long ago.
As distant as a legend.
Do you still remember the vows made in the past?
No matter how dark and sinking--
But those who resisted eventually won.
"I..." Lord Earl never thought that his voice would be so hoarse and dry: "We... understand, thank you, sir."
Brando waved his hand.
He took one last look at the red-robed wizard who was fixed in mid-air, as if looking at a dead fish, then turned and walked out of the captain's room.
…
Everything is gone.
There were still sounds of clicking footsteps and splashing water in the darkness, as well as the smell of rivers of blood.
Distant and hoarse wails, the loud noise of a giant toppling over, the burning of trees, and the crisp death sound of bark peeling off.
The distant and ancient legend still continues today...
In the darkness, he seemed to see a picture like this——
The blazing flames reflected the entire sky red, and the golden-red clouds in the dark night were raining down from the sky.
A huge incomplete moon stared at the cracked land from behind the clouds. Lava spread out from under the surface. On the vast battlefield, giants with twinkling stars were fighting their final battle with their enemies.
fight.
The father of the giants was bitten on the ankle by the giant wolf Fenrir, and a black shadow suddenly enveloped the pale moon. The giant's descendants fled in all directions, and a tall, changing figure holding a huge spear in his hand came to the dying man.
In front of the giant.
Countless voices screamed, like a scene of doomsday.
The flaming spear pierced the giant father's chest.
"We should have won..."
The heavy footsteps suddenly stopped.
Before that faint consciousness finally dispersed.
Andrea silently stared at the corpse of a middle-aged human male in front of her. Baron Dalle's empty eyes stared at the sky, as if he still retained the last look of despair and unwillingness.
He - or rather this creature that should no longer be called a human being, his face was silvery-gray in an unhuman way, and disgusting crystalline spines grew out of his loose skin - this
The terrifying monster still maintained the same state as it did at the last moment of its life. The look of horror at that moment still remained on its face. It opened its mouth wide, but could not make the last sound from its throat.
Because a light spear had pierced its chest from front to back before that, fixing its decaying body on the ground at a certain angle with its body.
The girl lowered her head and watched this scene. Her beautiful face under the silver mask looked a little indifferent.
Her eyes were not so much looking at the things in front of her as they were wandering in a more distant memory.
Amidst a loud noise, the burning tree trunks in the distance were falling, and the final impact of the army of crystal clusters arrived in front of Valhalla's third line of defense.
Countless roaring flames and fireworks were rising from the purple ocean.
Then a roar of cheers like a roaring tsunami erupted behind her.
In the sky, both the fleets of the Tonigels and the Sasardians were slowly turning around and forming a neat battle line.
The two fleets are converging——
That is the last place where the army of crystal clusters can reach.
Even without looking back, Andrea understood that the dusk army was beginning to retreat. Her cloak fluttered slightly, and the torn pieces of cloth seemed to sweep across the entire battlefield.
They are the shadows of the earth.
It's the nightmare of the gods.
But they are not without opponents.
"And there are us," Andrea said softly. She raised her head and looked into the distance: "And they can defeat your master. What the Twilight Dragon gives you is just a dream."
"Victory is not far away..."
As she spoke, the girl slowly stretched out her hand, grasped her spear, and pulled it back.
The baron's body had lost all vitality. There was a cracking sound in the chest, and the whole body slowly fell forward and fell to the ground.
His body melted slowly, flowing on the ground like mercury, then dried up and turned into silver powder, which was picked up by a whirlwind and scattered in the wind.
Able people.
The Twilight Races are born in response to the magic power. If their energy is not destroyed, they will continue to live and breathe.
In ancient wars they destroyed the kingdoms of giants.
However, in this never-ending war, they also have such old enemies.
