The sky in the north is burning, with streaks of dazzling black smoke hanging in the sky. The mountain-shaped corpse of Taste the World Contemptor is crawling on the horizon. The crystal structure of the body is covered with entangled vines, and each one is full of cracks.
A hollow hole penetrates its body, staring quietly ahead——
There, the dimmed crown of Valhalla is regaining its luster little by little, and the dazzling light pillars that reach straight to the sky and earth are engraved in the memory of everyone who witnesses it like a green dream. The roots of the giant tree are once again
Inserted into the land, the gleaming magical light flowing under the plateau can be seen from dozens of miles away.
But Valhalla has almost withdrawn from the battle.
The figure of the high-ranking lord of the crystal cluster that penetrates into the clouds stands on the other side of the giant tree, constantly attacking the protection of Valhalla. Every time it hits the hemispherical light network, it causes the fortress to shake violently. Female
The Martial Gods had already taken off, riding around Farah and launching an attack, but from a distance, they looked like silver light spots next to an amethyst mountain range - tens of thousands of purple light arrays suddenly appeared on the huge body of Corrigor Farah.
Beams of purple light were emitted from the array, and the Valkyries were instantly submerged in the sea of purple light. From time to time, some of them were hit and fell down.
A silver arc suddenly penetrated the purple sea of light. Turaman finally completed his spell, and the crystal surface within dozens of feet collapsed. Farah screamed in pain, like a shock wave sweeping through the surrounding area for thousands of meters.
The sea of crystal clusters within it all became shorter.
And this is just a silhouette on this vast battlefield.
Thick smoke and dust fog almost enveloped the entire battlefield, and people had lost contact with most of the troops. People on the battlefield often had to fight alone. Fortunately, the crystal clusters also lost one of the three crystal towers.
The white lion knights who launched the attack had long been separated from each other.
But Freya continued to move forward, towards another crystal tower in her memory. She was already covered in injuries, and struggled to push away the corpse of a crystal cluster. Amidst the crackling sound, she held the
The sword actually broke into several pieces.
Freya raised her head with some difficulty. She could still see the intertwined scenes of the battlefield in the sky - crystal clusters, giant dragons, floating battleships, griffon knights and flying dragon cavalry shuttled across the vast airspace.
But no one can tell who is who on the entire battlefield, and it has reached its most intense stage.
Amidst an earth-shattering explosion, a sun seemed to rise in the sky, and its bright light even lit up the layers of clouds. A huge black diamond-shaped crystal was slowly falling through the clouds from mid-air, tilting towards the
On the ground, clusters of dazzling flashes of light constantly erupted from the surface of its rhombus, which were silver light spots that were crashing into this huge body that looked like a floating city.
And every point of light is a floating battleship——
The Bansians, the Eruins and the Bugas resolutely carried out their tactics. One by one, the floating ships were gradually breaking away from the formation. Before leaving, they fired cannons to salute everyone, and then amid the blurred tears of the people
A final flash of light flashed across the sky.
The Black King Fiztom, who had been unrivaled for seven generations, came to an end on this battlefield dominated by mortals.
In an astonishingly large hole above its huge body, the Silver Elf Lord with his broken armor slowly stood up. He is the hero of the Silver Elfs in this era and has experienced countless wars, but here, perhaps this
This is his last stop.
He supported one hand on the edge of Fitzstrom's broken surface, faced the roaring wind on the plateau, took off his helmet, and threw it far away. The helmet rolled and disappeared under the clouds.
Silver blood flowed from his forehead. Norn wiped it with his hand, and there was also silver blood on his hand. The body of his partner, his comrade for thousands of years, the dragon beast lay quietly in the hollow.
.
That was the last glory of the Dragon King Cavalry——
He pulled out his sword and threw it away. The sword drew an arc in the clouds and gradually turned into a shining spot. The Dragon King Cavalry would never leave their weapons to the enemy, even after they died.
Same.
Norn suddenly recalled the holy war a thousand years ago.
He stood in the valley and watched his father and brother leave. The elves sang hymns and walked out of the valley where they were born. Many people never came back.
That was the era when glory returned.
It was also an ancient war.
Just like this moment.
The light above the clouds disappeared.
Freya slightly narrowed her eyes, which were fascinated by the dried blood. The sky returned to blood-red color, and in the center of the airspace, there was a beautiful silver ring.
But it is not a decoration, but a battlefield between the wizard king Solomon and Helyanov. The two strongest wizards in the world actually want to compete at such a time and place.
She looked at the gorgeous silver ring, watching countless crystal clusters collide with each other and turned into fragments, falling down one after another. Then she lowered her head, bent down to pick up another long sword, and walked forward slowly.
Smoke and dust covered the entire battlefield.
But behind the diffuse smoke, the black sphere in the center of the battlefield has become more and more conspicuous, and a faint pressure surrounds the entire battlefield - a god is getting closer and closer to this world.
Giant dragons flew across the battlefield from low altitude. They were gathering from all directions. Mysriel led the dragon group to approach the teleportation channel from another direction. The dragons had decided to prevent its formation at all costs.
The power of a god - even if it is no longer favored by the Law of Tiamat, it is not something that mortals can match. It is a level of power that is far above that of the Black King Fitzstrom.
But a shadow fell in front of Mythril.
Arak the Hidden One.
A huge crystal yellow wasp flying in the sky with vibrating wings blocked the dragons.
Vladimir, who was repelled by Solomon again, suddenly stopped. Although he looked a little embarrassed, with a scratch on his cheek and a burnt piece on his red robe, he looked at the giant in the distance with gloating.
The dragons suddenly laughed: "The King of Wizards is indeed the King of Wizards. Solomon, your era has even obscured the light of each of us. People even think that you are the most powerful in the history of the Buga people."
A wizard--although I am a little jealous, I have to admit the fact."
Vladimir Hilyanov's tone was ups and downs: "You are indeed very strong, stronger than every one of us. Unfortunately, you still can't change anything." He raised his hands and said loudly: "Look.
Look around, no matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than the people of God?"
Solomon looked at the man quietly.
In a long time ago, he, Thrando, Yuki and this man, four people once supported the Silver Alliance of that era. Together they experienced a break with the Min'er people and joined forces to fight against the most powerful force in mortal history.
The spellcaster Tumen jointly established the order of the continent for a thousand years after the War of the Saints. From then on, the Silver People guarded the continent left by Martha in the sky.
But what makes him sad is that his old friends are drifting away from him.
Yuki broke up with the others a long time ago and died in a large glacier.
Although Thrando does not support the ideas of the Thassardians, he is emotionally closer to the Red and Blue Alliance.
And this person is left.
He even stayed away from them——
"Vladimir," Solomon said quietly: "For the sake of the past, I don't want to kill you with my own hands. Go bow to the Eruin and the wind elves. At least people will remember the pride of the Sasard people.
.”
"This joke is not funny. Solomon, why don't you ask me to apologize to some mortals?" Vladimir sneered: "Do you know why other people don't agree with your ideas? Because we are Buga people and we are born to be superior.
of."
"No one is superior, Vladimir. Your and my strength all come from Tiamat. Lord Martha's grace belongs to everyone in this world, not you and me."
"But that's what we deserve!" Vladimir roared: "I have worked tirelessly to learn the truth and knowledge of this world, and only then have I gained the power and status I have today. All of this is the result of our efforts. Those mortals rely on
What is our equal?”
"Based on what you see right now," Solomon replied: "In this war, mortals did not shed a drop of blood less than we did, but they received much less than we did - we owe them,
Vladimir."
"You're crazy, Solomon!"
"You are the one who is crazy."
Solomon answered word for word.
He slowly closed his eyes: "I say for the last time, Vladimir, face your own mistakes. You understand who should be responsible for this. The glory of the Sasardians comes from reason and knowledge.
, rather than arrogance and arrogance.”
Vladimir smiled coldly: "What if I say no."
Solomon opened his eyes at once, and the majestic and indifferent silver eyes in his eyes no longer existed - what was left was a pair of eyes shining with golden light. Those eyes seemed to no longer belong to the Buga people, but
It was a pair of giant dragon pupils, and Vladimir swallowed his last words back in his stomach in horror.
"Blood sanctification!" The wizard leader of the Sasard people screamed in shock: "This is the power of existence, how can you possibly touch this level!"
Solomon looked at him indifferently.
The mottled long hair turned into snow white in an instant.
He only raised his finger.
Vladimir's expression was frozen at the last moment. He watched in great horror as the Eye of True Knowledge in his hand cracked and shattered, and then the silver threads of law around his body disappeared one by one. Finally, even his own
The sense of existence gradually faded away, and his body was like gravel, passing away in the wind.
At the last moment, Vladimir suddenly thought of a word.
The supreme law.
destroy.
Solomon took one last look at the place where Vladimir disappeared, sighed softly, closed his eyes, and did not open them again for a long time.
…
The city of Valhalla was already in chaos, and when the whole fortress shook violently again. In the Hall of Trees, Haruze staggered, and the crown on his head fell to the ground, and rolled away into the distance.
, until one hand held it down and picked it up again.
Haruze looked at the man blankly.
Count Odin came over, handed the crown into his hand, and said softly: "Your Majesty."
"Count Odin, you..."
Odin looked around and sighed with emotion: "I haven't been here for a long time after the feud between the royal party and the princess, but there hasn't been much change here after the battle with Ampelsel. I still remember this place.
Regarding the meeting with Her Royal Highness the Princess and Mr. Count Tonigel, nothing has changed. The only thing that has changed is the royal party itself."
He looked at Haruze with kind eyes: "Of course, your Majesty has also changed. The late king must be pleased with your growth."
Haruze held the crown in his hand and stood silently. He also thought of his father, the long time ago, and the childhood of himself and his sister. In retrospect, it actually faded a little.
Odin raised his head and looked at the Hall of Trees. His eyes looked into the distance through the long glass arched window. There was the green tree crown of Valhalla, the cloudy horizon, and occasionally a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. Val.
Outside the walls of Hara Fortress, the huge figure of the high-ranking lord Farah was fighting fiercely with the Valkyries, intertwined with streaks of silver-white electric light.
After a moment, he said softly: "Your Majesty, the royal party has done many things wrong, but I still remember the era of the late king, and I still feel proud of that moment. We have lost a lot, and those former colleagues have left us one by one.
Then he left, passed away in a flash, or took another road; now looking back suddenly, those faces in the memory of the past have disappeared one by one, leaving only an old guy like me who is lingering."
"My Lord Earl," Haruze said softly, "That's none of your business. I understand your feelings for Eruin."
Count Odin smiled slightly, with a faint light in his eyes: "Your Majesty, please allow me to make a small contribution to the Corcova royal family, so that maybe at least a hundred years later, when people recall the term Royal Party, it will not just be
Feel shameless.”
He put a piece of paper in front of Haruze: "The news from the battlefield, the Buga people and the dragons hope that we Eruin people can take action to stop the arrival of Kress, but we just talked with Bai
The Lion Knight has lost contact, and even Miss Freya is missing——"
Haruze stared blankly at the already somewhat elderly earl.
"Your Majesty the Earl..."
Count Odin just looked at his Majesty the King firmly.
Haruze lowered his head silently and finally nodded.
Count Odin bent down and saluted, but he recalled in his mind the first time he was awarded the knighthood. The oath he swore under the sword was fulfilled after all.
In the captain's cabin of the flagship Akhenaten, Manrique quietly looked at the order letter handed over by his first mate. He suddenly remembered Count Odin's somewhat ordinary face.
Important figures in the royal party are inferior to Macaro, Leigh Woods, Everton, and even Overwell, who broke away from the royal party. But after everyone left the sinking road,
On a big ship, when everyone betrays their relatives and leaves, there are always some people who still stick to their original beliefs.
Because I miss that flash of light from the past.
Manrique suddenly remembered his original intention of coming to Toniguer, and the figure from behind that he would never forget. He nodded slightly and said: "Give them the fastest ship and order the fleet to prepare for cover.
