"Beerus's third line of defense has been breached!"
"Sir Laval's battalion requests reinforcements!"
"Enemy flying units appear at Gryphon Spire——"
"They're at twelve o'clock!"
Veronica had a cold face.
The female regiment commander made a gesture to the heavy crossbowman from Yadi not far away. The officer saluted her and rushed to the top of the city with the heavily armored crossbowman.
Purple arcs of light lit up the sky from time to time, fleeting, but enough to illuminate the entire huge battlefield.
Bright spots of light come and go, reflecting the light blue network behind it - it is a light curtain about ten kilometers wide - behind it, a huge thing that has completely risen from the ground is suspended in the air, its surface flashes with metal.
The luster is like a hexahedral prism thousands of meters across.
And that is the Tower of Babel.
Against the backdrop of this giant tower, the crisscrossing mountains in the Alkash region are just like a pocket sand table, and the human defense system is more like a linear distribution of dust.
As for the human soldiers who rely on these fortresses to resist, they are so small that they are almost invisible.
However, no matter how small they are, when their number is enough to cover the entire valley, they will still dye the entire earth with color - one side of the undulating mountains is the red position of the Cruz people, and the other side is the purple ocean surging forward.
The two are intertwined with each other.
Veronica was watching from a distance the heavy crossbowmen advancing along the walkway of the city wall.
At this distance, more than sixty crossbowmen were as small as a wriggling black line. In the sky, nightmare insects roared down, and the crossbowmen had to stop and put up their tower shields. From time to time, some people fell off the city wall.
Here, death is just an ordinary thing.
Veronica felt a little calm in her heart, as if life and death could no longer disturb her heart. This kind of mechanical indifference enveloped everyone on the battlefield. She frowned, put one hand on her lower abdomen, and touched her skin.
The hand-shaped armor is covered with eye-catching rose red, and there is a gap torn open by six-inch long fangs.
In just a moment, another lavender arc flashed across the sky——
With the criss-crossing mountains and the intricate valleys hidden beneath them, the entire world is reflected in the purple.
But a moment later, the world returned to darkness, and the ferocious battlefield disappeared in an instant.
The imperial elementalists on the Omniscience Spire are preparing to launch a counterattack. Their chants echo in the night sky, and bright golden rings of flame appear above the clouds.
Fire rain appeared in the sky, and the golden-red flames with long tail marks were like molten steel pouring from the clouds. Sparks fell into the depths of the Alkash valley. Before the flames fell to the ground, the reflection
It is a dense ocean of crystal clusters.
They move forward in a sea of fire.
It is also trampling on death.
Although the crystal clusters have not yet penetrated the last few lines of defense.
But it's not far off.
In Warend's history, defense has never been isolated in the wars surrounding city fortresses and fortresses, even for legendary fortresses built by the gods like the 'Tower of Babel'.
It's just that with the fall of that era above the clouds, the defense system built by those great beings has long since disappeared. The glorious history has become the past and buried under the dust. Today, it is only scarred.
Although it is said that the wind elves and the Cruz people rebuilt this system.
But how can the poor craftsmanship of mortals be compared with the miracles created by the gods? Babel once had a reputation of never falling, but now, no one dares to boast about it.
The defenders all understand that this fortress can be used as their spiritual support, but in fact it does not have many trump cards.
Veronica stood there, occasionally looking to the west, and that direction was the elves' position, and arrows were raining down at this moment.
The strong dominance of the golden elf shooter on the battlefield effectively curbed the advancing momentum of the crystal clusters, but huge siege-level crystal clusters immediately appeared in the ocean of crystal clusters, and the floating purple began to advance again,
The elves were forced to retreat, and there were holes in the complete defense line.
The Wind Elves mobilized the most elite Hurricane Legion and the Guards of the Elf Court from the Wilderness of the Four Realms. The former has been the enemy of the Red Legion for six centuries, while the latter is the commander's guard passed down from the Sage Era—
—Their predecessors were the twenty-four wind knights.
But the King of Lorraine Dell, the commander of the wind elves, Lord Isdovil, is more aware that the power available to him is not abundant.
He had to allocate half of the most important elf archers to support the human allies, otherwise the remnants of the green and black legions of the Cruz people who had finally been saved from East Metz would probably bleed to death in this war.
This is a consideration on the battlefield, but more importantly the elves value their commitments.
Although the two have been mortal enemies several times in the past few centuries, the oaths engraved on the stone slabs a thousand years ago also existed. Perhaps on this day the elves decided to choose such a place to die in battle, and they would
Trust the person behind you without hesitation.
Even if the other party is a Cruz person.
The battle has reached its most intense stage. Turbulent waves are no longer enough to describe the offensive of the crystal clusters. The human fortresses that were still standing at the forefront were lost one after another, and the knight who sent the order was reading aloud the troops who had not yet fallen.
names - but the list is getting shorter.
"Sir Markles and his Highland Infantry Battalion are asking for reinforcements. Sir Spruen is still there, and Wade Quasi-Swordsman and his battalion are retreating..."
Pieces of parchment were thrown into the aisle.
Finally, there was one last piece left in his bony hand.
At this moment, the third line of defense has collapsed.
But there is a final rock amid these furious waves.
"Sir Valarr is still here!"
"Sir Vallar and the others retreated into the Golden Falcon Fortress."
When he read it for the third time, the knight raised his head in astonishment and said in a trembling voice: "Sir Laval...Sir Laval and the others are still there."
Many people were stunned.
In Wallachi, there is a place called Sheti, and a brown river flows through it.
On that fertile soil, there is a group of people who have fought with the mountain people for generations. They are descendants of the Cruz people, but they are not included in the mainstream society of the empire. The Sheti people like to ridicule the petty family spirit of the imperial people, because they are the descendants of warriors, and almost
For ten years, every Shetti person has held a grudge against the empire for betraying them.
The empire tolerated the mountain people, but forgot the Shetti people.
Count Laval is an authentic Shetti man. He is stubborn and old-fashioned, and is not tolerated by the upper class society. What is even more annoying is that he is a so-called dissident. To put it simply, he is a Kang
Diehard loyalist of Queen Stans.
Naturally, such a person is disliked everywhere, not to mention that after the fall of Constance, if the empire had not fallen, people like him would have been deprived of their nobility status - and maybe even hanged.
Duke Ludwig once ridiculed this man for being ignorant, and the nobles who suffered losses in the East Metz War were even more angry and publicly declared more than once that these farmers from Sheti were a bunch of barbarians.
However, the Sheti people are brave and good at fighting, and this area has historically been rich in the best archers and light infantry in the entire empire.
The center of the battlefield——
After the crystal cluster climbed up the outer city wall, the Sheti people retreated into the urn city; after the crystal cluster defeated the urn city, the Sheti people defended the inner wall; after even the inner city wall changed hands, the Sheti people retreated into the minarets.
There are not many of them left, but the spire still stands.
Like a fang piercing the purple ocean.
Duke Ludwig subconsciously approached the battlement, "What are you still doing? Go and rescue them—!" His veins bulged, like an angry lion, roaring at the knights under his command.
A hand interrupted his words, and Mangrove looked at the knight who was delivering the order.
The knight's voice was a little stiff: "Sir Laval and his warriors request support..."
"What kind of support do they need?"
"Sir, you can see for yourself..."
A small figure climbed to the top of the minaret, and a flag was raised on the top of the tower.
"It's Sir Laval!" someone exclaimed.
But more people stared at the flag silently.
It was a brown flag, and on the flag was the shape of a piece of land. It was the land that the Sheti people had protected for generations, their homeland, the fertile wilderness surrounded by brown rivers.
The brown white-bellied falcon eagle represents the fearless spirit of the Sheti people, while the ears of rice contain the deepest hope of this land. Under the ears of rice, a lion holds a skylark in its mouth. The Sheti people are also loyal and trustworthy.
It was a purple raging wave.
It is also a lonely flag.
Many people shed tears and felt regret for their past actions.
These peasants from Shetti proved their loyalty and bravery to the empire, but the empire could no longer compensate for its narrow-mindedness and prejudice, and perhaps this was the source of all disintegration.
At this moment, Mangrove suddenly thought of that small border country in the south of the empire, that fearless monarch, and the sword he took away.
Duke Ludwig leaned against the wall helplessly, silent and speechless.
"They requested the use of the Golden Flame Angel..." the knight who delivered the order replied in a low voice.
"Target." Mangrove asked softly.
The messenger knight opened his mouth, but in fact everyone already had the answer.
Just like a king needs both a scepter and a sword to maintain his majesty, the Golden Flame Angel is Babel's sword that symbolizes justice and majesty. The golden beams of light converge from bottom to top along the six-sided prism.
They may have traveled several kilometers, but in fact it only took a moment to converge at one point.
The sky seemed to have been lit up, and the clouds were burning.
A fiery red beam of light penetrated from top to bottom into the dark mountains, and then dispersed into tens of thousands of beams of light, plowing through the ocean of crystal clusters. With just one blow, tens of thousands of crystal clusters were wiped out.
The entire purple ocean offensive was stalled.
But in the very center where the light beam passed, only the charred remains of the towering spire remained.
The flag turned into ashes and scattered in the pre-dawn breeze.
Some noble ladies actually covered their faces and lost their voices. Their cries echoed on the city walls, but they could not suppress the shocking fighting.
The Angel of Golden Flame should not have been used at this time, but people know that only the bravest people are worthy of the sword - the Sheti people proved their bravery. Mangrove patted the old man's hand when he walked down the city. Shoulder, meaning to tell Duke Ludwig:
Many people will die here, but those who are alive must still fight.
At the Sphinx Spire, a battle that had no suspense was coming to an end. Humanity had no hope of winning.
The young officer from Ati stood on the city wall and gave a knightly salute to his legion commander from a distance. The other man's eyes showed that kind of respect from the bottom of his heart. Then he jumped and fell down the cliff.
Countless Nightmare Insects are climbing up the city.
Veronica watched this scene expressionlessly.
"It's time to retreat," Mephisto told her.
"I can't even remember his name, but I know that child is a knight of the Knights of the Broken Sword," she told the Gray Sword Master softly: "They are the best young people in the empire."
"I know them," Mephistopheles knew these former enemies of his: "They are worthy of admiration."
"Bring me my horse, I'm going to see Istovel."
With that said, she turned and left.
Mephistopheles grabbed her arm and shook his head: "Why bother? You clearly know that there will be no result. The elves also have their own difficulties. Besides, you are still injured."
"We might all die here, so this little injury is nothing," Veronica replied softly: "Do you want me to give up? We can still retreat now, but there will always be no retreat."
…
Aruta stared blankly at the mess left after the dispute...
The desk was overturned on the ground, and the parchment and map tubes rolled to the ground. The elf guards stood awkwardly at the door, unable to move forward or retreat. The king of Lorraine Dell, who was wearing a black velvet coat and had a thin face, shook his head, and he bent He picked up the military map from the ground at his waist, and his skinny palm was as pale as a vampire.
The face of this elf lord can be described as haggard. The deep-set eyes seem to contain a bright flame, but his lips are extremely thin, as if he is cold and ruthless, but also extremely independent.
Istovel smiled bitterly again and shook off the dust on the parchment on his hand. The fury of the female regiment leader left a deep impression on everyone present, but he just didn't expect that after so many years, she would still be He has the same temperament as the little girl.
"Why didn't you agree to her?"
Aruta finally couldn't help but ask, although he was a little afraid of the person in front of him, and his emotions and anger were incomprehensible.
"Why do you agree?" Eastover looked at the young crown prince and asked.
"Isn't this self-help...at this point?"
"How can we save ourselves?" Istovel asked, "Relying on Madara?"
"But the sage said..."
The King of Lorrainedale raised his hand to indicate that he did not need to say any more: "Your Highness, compared to the sages living in history, I know better than them what Saint Osol needs - well, this question is for you. It's too complicated for me, maybe you should spend more time learning how to be an 'elven' crown prince."
The guards outside the door looked at each other in confusion after hearing this, thinking that this gentleman had started talking nonsense again, and this time it even involved Lord Fenghou, and they did not show much respect to His Highness. But fortunately, maybe they had been used to this for a long time.
After a careful glance at each other, the elf girls quietly retreated.
Maybe others could pretend not to hear this, but Yaruta couldn't.
He felt insulted.
He was originally just the son of a hunter, but he had suffered enough in recent days. The elves didn't take him and his sister seriously at all, and some people even ridiculed them as bumpkins.
He took off the crown from his head and couldn't help but said loudly: "I know that you have never looked at us at all, but I didn't expect anything at all. If it weren't for the entrustment of Mr. Brando and the Sage, I wouldn't have thought of it at all.
Come here... take this crown if you want, it doesn't belong to me in the first place."
As he spoke, he threw the crown in his hand towards the other party.
Istovel suddenly stopped and did not reach out to pick it up, letting the crown fall to the ground with a thud.
A purple arc of light was streaking across the sky outside the window, lighting up the entire dark room.
Aruta was startled. He looked at the rolling crown, and then remembered that it was a symbol of the elf kingship. He couldn't help but become a little scared, and defended in a low voice: "I...I didn't mean it...
…”
The King of Lorraine Dale glanced at him, bent down and picked up the crown with both hands, "Don't let me hear those words again." He said coldly.
"Then why do you have to keep us?" Yaruta felt a sting in his nose, and tears almost rolled into his eyes. He was really wronged and scared: "Since you don't want to, let us go back.
, my sister and I are not elves to begin with!”
"Because you don't understand its weight." Istovel gently swept away the dust on the crown.
Then he raised the crown with both hands and placed it on the boy's head.
Aruta was still crying, and was so frightened when he saw the other party approaching, but when he saw Istovel's movements clearly, he was stunned for a moment.
"you--"
"I do understand the current Saint Osol better than Master Fenghou."
"But what I have to admit is that she knows better than me who is more suitable for this throne -"
Istovel looked very serious: "The wind elves have long lacked a tolerant culture, so they are not included in the mainstream of civilization. Perhaps a human king is the opportunity to change everything. Staying alone is just a helpless choice, especially today
, in fact, we all know that no one can face this enemy alone."
"In that case...then why didn't you agree?" Aruta wiped away her tears and sniffed and asked: "You clearly know that Madara is not the mastermind behind Baishan...I'm sorry, I overheard your conversation."
Istovel didn't take it seriously and seriously corrected Aruta: "It's us, not you."
The elf lord looked out the window, his thin face, the light reflected in the depths of his pupils - the dark clouds outside the window were low, and in the sky the Cruze and Faenzan sky knights also joined the fight. The battle was extremely anxious, and the magic was
The light almost lit up the entire cloud layer.
"A thousand years ago, the situation was also like this." He murmured to himself.
He turned back and said: "Your Highness, have you ever understood the foundation of the wind elf's existence?"
Aruta shook his head blankly.
"It's because of pride." But Eastover's tone was even more proud.
"pride?"
"The sylphs will never accept the mercy of those people in this world who think they are superior to others."
He stretched out his hand to straighten Aruta's crown: "It didn't happen in the past, so it won't happen today either."
Aruta was stunned.
He felt as if he understood something, but he was not sure.
