On the platform of the tree, a number of fast sailing ships were docking at the port, and the craftsmen and pilots of the Hazer people were busy making final modifications to these airships.
Several White Lion knights were selecting volunteers, but there were so many volunteers that they blocked the emergency passage from the lower level to the upper level. The young and brave sailor Tonigel was loudly refuting the absurd conclusions of the officers. In the final analysis - why
Don’t choose them?
"You are too young."
"Sir, I just look small."
"Sir, we are only recruiting soldiers here."
"No, no, no, I'm a soldier too! I used to be a cavalry member of the Southern Legion. Look at the injury on my arm. This was from the first Black Rose War. Why do you Tonigels look down on people?
What?"
The young craftsmen of the Hazer people looked at these shouting Eruin people, shook their heads and returned to their posts.
The first mate and the boatswain stood beside the handsome young man with a frown on his face. The young man looked at these two people and then said: "I have told you more than once about the operation of this anchoring device.
The core component is this space anchor, which is a space anchoring effect created by a thirteen-ring spell. It can disrupt teleportation - do you know what a thirteen-ring spell is?"
"I understand." The two nodded repeatedly.
The young craftsman glanced at them suspiciously: "In this case, you should not delete the operation steps without authorization. Whether it is magic or magic technology, it is a serious matter. If we suffer early losses due to your misoperation,
A ship, do you know how serious a problem this is?"
"Yes, yes." The two men replied with sweat dripping from their backs.
"Do you really understand?" The young craftsman raised his delicate eyebrows.
"I understand, I understand," the first mate nodded repeatedly: "It's just that I think why the opening of the mechanical lock and the activation of the anchoring device can't be performed at the same time. This can save us a lot of time, right? I mean,
We’re all going to die anyway – as long as we activate the spell, isn’t it enough?”
The young craftsman stared at the suspicious guy.
The first mate could only surrender: "Your Excellency has the final say, Your Excellency has the final say."
"In short," the young man nodded with satisfaction: "You all understand?"
"I understand." The boatswain nudged his colleague with his elbow and replied: "Anyway, please feel free to hand this thing over to us."
The young craftsman frowned, and the slightly arched beautiful eyebrows seemed to mean a 'ha': "You seem to have made a mistake. I asked you to learn how to operate this thing just as a precaution. Who?
Said I was leaving? Can you operate this anchoring device well, but compared to professionals, you are still far behind—"
The first mate and the boatswain looked at each other: "But... Sir, this ship is..."
"Why, you are only allowed to be brave, and the Hazel people are cowards?" He knocked on the magic device and made a hollow sound: "If we can't solve the transmission channel, the result will be the same if I stay there. Rather than die there,
It is better to die at home than on the front line."
"But..." the first mate replied hesitantly: "Your Excellency, you can play a greater role if you stay here."
The young craftsman didn't even raise his eyelids and replied: "Then I can't help it. This is the decision of the prophet. You can raise objections to your commander. Do you have any other questions?"
The first mate and the boatswain looked at each other and could only shake their heads: "No problem, no problem."
The young man looked at the two of them, and the corners of his mouth curled up in victory.
The boatswain picked up the iron ball on the side and asked: "Then what is this, a cannonball?"
"This is a smaller anchoring device," the young craftsman replied: "It is equipped for the air cavalry. Its mode of action and spell ring are not inferior to this large device - but the range of influence is larger.
Much smaller. To put it simply, this thing needs to be close to a certain extent to be useful. It is basically impossible for the air cavalry without protection to enter the portal, so holding it can only be regarded as a psychological comfort."
The bosun held the thing in his hand, looked left and right, and finally asked, "Can we take it?"
"Whatever." The young craftsman replied: "Although this thing is very precious, there are plenty of it here."
The two nodded and each took one.
From a distance, Ou Ding looked at the situation inside the port, and suddenly felt some peace in his heart.
Because this is such an era.
People can die generously to protect everything.
And this is such an Eruin.
At this moment it will be destined to shine in the long river of past and future.
…
With a gentle crack, Freya came back to her senses. The sword in her hand had penetrated the body of the crystal cluster at some point. She coughed heavily, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
Come down.
With her blood-soaked hair stuck to her forehead, she pulled out the long sword, but she knelt down on the ground because she couldn't hold it back properly. Her eyes went black for a while, footsteps sounded, and a small group of soldiers passed by.
She was nearby, but the smoke and dust were so thick that people could not find the Valkyrie of Eruin.
Freya suddenly felt something in her heart.
A monotonous buzzing sound echoed in the sky, which was the sound of the magic engine of the fast sailing ship.
She subconsciously raised her head. In the blood-red sky, several shining silver lines were passing through the smoke and fog, cutting straight into the sky. Freya suddenly froze, and opened her eyes slightly, which was dry and cracked.
lips.
A fire was shining in the sky.
On the three intersecting horizontal lines, the main fleets of the Bugas and the Bansians had already set up their formations. The volleys of fire flickered again and again, and a path of flames began to slowly extend forward in the sky.
In its center is a small but brave fleet——
Twenty-three fast sailing ships, with high silver sails.
They move forward into the wind, like twenty-three straight silver lines, straight into the clouds.
That's the Eruin fleet.
Surrounded by artillery fire that exploded like fireworks, the brilliant brilliance reflected on the young faces. At this moment, unfolding in front of them was not just a picture of a huge battlefield, but a colorful road.
The path of fire and light stretches forward in the sky.
The silver dragon Mysril also raised her slender neck, and in her mercury-like eyes, little flashes of light were reflected. On this chaotic battlefield, it was so dazzling. The silver sail was broken.
After breaking through the layers of siege and separating the thick smoke and fog, the Eruin people came without hesitation. With the dazzling light, they exploded piece by piece, and the surging crystal clusters could not stop the progress.
She suddenly let out a low moan.
The giant dragons dispersed in an instant, surrounding the invisible Arak in the center. At this moment, the offense and defense seemed to be changing positions. Looking down from the sky, twenty-three tiny spots of light were already close to the huge black
sphere.
Solomon watched this scene silently from high in the sky.
He no longer had the energy to cast any more spells, but at this moment, he felt the power of fate - mortals stood side by side, and the future of the entire world was closely connected to each other as never before.
Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and stared at the silver flash in the sky.
Under the attack of the crystal clusters, the six outermost fast sailing ships finally began to slowly fall.
Then came another seven.
People clenched their fists, but suddenly the three fast sailing ships broke away from the main formation. They accelerated towards the ocean of crystal clusters. The cannons on both sides spit out flashes of light. In the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with crystal clusters.
The clusters were submerged. But just when the light in people's eyes disappeared, suddenly the entire sea of crystal clusters expanded, and a bright flash of light pierced out from it.
A newborn sun, its rays of light hung scattered above the clouds. Facing the long-lasting glow, Count Odin stepped onto the command platform. In the fierce blast wind, the only seven fast sailing ships had been shaken.
Staggeringly close to the target.
"Unlock the machine!"
The count gave the order calmly.
"Open the machine lock!" A report came from the remaining airships.
"Report the distance."
"Seven hundred twenty."
The sound of steel twisting came from the air. Under the siege of the crystal clusters, the Bonneville on the periphery unfortunately ran into the Sandka on one side. The two sailboats broke apart in mid-air, dragging long tails and falling towards
to the ground.
"Take care and wish you victory——"
"Long live Eruin."
This was the last signal sent from the two ships.
The goal is already within sight.
Count Odin closed his eyes.
Five ships activated the anchoring devices at the same time - five tiny light spots finally approached the edge of the black sphere; above the sky, everyone in the floating fleets of the Eruin, Bansians and Bugas were
They held their breath. People's eyes seemed to have reflected the dazzling light that bloomed when the thirteen-ring space spell was activated.
But far away on the other side of the battlefield, a hint of trepidation passed through Mythril's heart.
Ms. Silver Dragon turned around.
On the battlefield, Freya looked up to the sky like a stone sculpture.
Suddenly, a long tail swept out of the black sphere. It hit Count Odin's ship first, and then the remaining four aerospace ships - one by one.
The light spot went out, and fragments all over the sky fell one after another.
…
It was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop in the dark temple.
Brando silently grasped the hilt of Odysseus's sword - Cleese, the lady of the dead moon. Ten thousand years ago, she was the goddess who dominated sleep and the night, and was the protector of all undead creatures.
Although he is the god of death, he is also the priest in charge of life, because the cycle of life and death is endless.
but not now.
After the fall of tiamat, this lady, along with most of the gods, became the puppet of the Dragon of Dusk. At this moment, the two sides were already standing on both sides of a clear line, they were enemies and not friends.
Brando turned back and glanced at Andrigg. Miss Vampire looked away with some guilt, but she still looked at her goddess on the throne with a complicated and unreadable expression.
She was the protector of all the dead.
At that moment, Morpheus and she suddenly understood how the dragons felt.
But the gaze of the goddess on the throne was very calm. Her eyes were as deep as stars and looked at everyone. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength before she slowly said three words:
"kill me."
With a clang, the scimitar in Andrrig's hand fell to the ground.
Cress closed her eyes, but when she opened them again, only cold murderous intent remained in her dark eyes.
…
The huge black sphere floated motionless above the Karasu Plateau.
Everything was as if it had never happened. Quietly, people watched this scene in a daze. The wreckage of the airship slowly floated to the ground. The sky was rarely calm, and even the fire coverage stopped. The three floating fleets temporarily
I don't know whether to continue the attack - or has the god already descended into this world?
Manrique touched his cheek, his palms were wet. Outside the porthole, there were black trails falling on the horizon. I wonder if they heralded the arrival of a doomsday?
There was a whining sound on the plateau, which was the trombone of the retreating troops.
No one can compete with a god, and the tragedy of the Battle of Metz must never be repeated here——
On the battlefield, the Bansians were the first to retreat, then the other countries on the Great Plains, then the lion men of Toquinin, and finally the Highland Knights. Bunid, the grand leader of the Highland Knights, wiped the palms of his hands.
Sweat looked at the only two remaining crystal towers on the battlefield from a distance, and sighed with a little pity. But he did not hesitate, dropped the long sword with a gap in his hand, and walked back on horseback.
Behind him was a silvery wave. The silver elves and the heroic spirits of the Earth Legion were covering the withdrawal of the mortals.
But while the tide is receding, there is one person swimming upstream.
Freya had slowly stood up straight and walked forward resolutely - a crystal cluster in front of her separated from the smoke and rushed toward her. She struck a sword with her backhand, and the blade of the sword shattered together with the crystal cluster's head.
But she was also knocked out and fell heavily to the ground.
Freya gritted her teeth and climbed up again, wiped the blood on her forehead, and walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Beside her, some soldiers finally noticed the existence of the Eruin Valkyrie.
They stopped and looked at the female knight swimming upstream in amazement. People stepped aside to allow Freya to pass between them and move forward.
Outside the city of Valhalla, Turaman, who was taking a break, suddenly stood up from the city wall in confusion.
And above the sky, Solomon also opened his eyes again, with an unknown color flashing in his eyes.
A breath completely disappeared from the battlefield.
…
Ms. Silver Dragon turned over to avoid Arak's crystal thorn. She let out a low-frequency chirp and called her companions to regroup and start climbing, hoping to occupy a higher and more favorable airspace to launch the attack.
Two or three dots of silver light flickered on the rings on her claws, and Mythril lowered her head. That was the news from two young dragons coming from the periphery of the battlefield.
"Disappeared?"
She was slightly startled.
Mythril stretched her wings, turned in mid-air and looked towards the center of the battlefield, but immediately, a look of disbelief flashed through her silver eyes.
Above the entire sky, Cleese's faint coercion still existed.
But the transmitted beacon disappeared——
…
In the city of Valhalla, William opened the door and walked out. He raised his head, his eyes also full of doubts - the transmission beacon disappeared, why? Could it be that the Eruin people achieved their goal at the last moment?
But they clearly didn't arrive.
Wait, arrive——
A flash of lightning flashed through the wizard leader's mind.
