On the battlefield, the white lion's battle flag began to move slowly again.
At the forefront is Nimesis. The female knight holds a battle flag in one hand and a long sword in the other. She is like the initiator of the entire White Lion Legion's attack. The little devil often fights with her in just one move,
She cut off the city head with one sword.
It was the first time for Freya to witness such ruthless actual swordsmanship. She couldn't help but be surprised because the swordsmanship was so similar to Brando's swordsmanship. At that moment, Nimesis seemed to be the incarnation of the white lion.
She bares her teeth and claws, tearing apart all her enemies and leading everyone forward.
Behind her, the soldiers of the White Lion Corps and the cadets of the Wangli Knight Academy showed their greatest potential at this moment, and the attack finally became smooth. They stormed the city wall with overwhelming force.
"Tauren!"
Heart-rending shouts.
Freya also saw it. She climbed over the city and saw that there was a wall behind the wall. Behind it were densely packed minotaurs holding giant axes, at least hundreds of them. Before she could open her eyes, she rushed to the end.
The soldiers in front all flew into the air.
Behind the minotaur, a group of ladies with snake-haired heads and long bows appeared. It was Medusa. Although the girl from Butchi had not seen much, she also knew this mythical creature.
"Ah..." Freya couldn't help but screamed subconsciously.
This is a trap.
Everyone suddenly realized this. Nymesis's face was frighteningly cold, and Freya even saw that the female knight's hand holding the flag had no blood at all, and even trembled slightly.
"Don't look over there, let's move on."
she shouted with difficulty.
But a wave of arrow rain has enveloped the wall. This is Medusa's shot. No armor can resist the dark green arrows. The soldiers in front turned into stone statues before they had time to struggle.
After a round of shooting, one-third of the people at the front were reduced. The Medusas moved quickly and began to unload their bows and arrows.
…
The white lion battle flag suddenly disappeared.
Marquis Balta saw this scene with his own eyes - he saw the white lion's battle flag falling down and disappearing into the rain. A feeling of despair emerged in his heart, and he suddenly felt a little dazed. There seemed to be only one voice echoing in his heart:
Eruin has lost his last chance.
"Lord Marquis, be careful!"
A wild demon passed over the city and passed by Balta. The Marquis lost consciousness for a moment, but his hand was already empty, and the sword had been torn away by the wild demon. He was subconsciously startled, and turned around to see what happened.
Among the demons, a monster with horns on its head jumped in front of him.
What a terrible smell.
This was Balta's last thought. The horned demon had already strangled him mercilessly by the neck and pulled him up from the ground. The Marquis, who was more than one level behind in strength, had no room to resist.
"Your Majesty the Marquis!"
"Legion Commander!"
Amidst the screams of the White Lion soldiers, Balta completed the last journey of his life. At that moment, he seemed to see the light in the darkness, and a tall and familiar figure stood at the other end, just like
It was the same on the battlefield at that time.
Lord Marshal.
The horned demon effortlessly broke the neck of the Marquis of Eruin, the commander of the White Lion Army, and threw the lifeless body aside. Then he trampled down the Eruin flag on top of the city.
It looked at all the human soldiers in the city with disdain. In its view, the soldiers here were simply trash-like existences. Even the most inferior creatures in hell were stronger than them. If the portal hadn't been able to transfer more people for a while,
What a high-end army, otherwise this place would have been destroyed ten times.
It's really annoying to deal with these bugs.
But no matter what, this damn Acropolis was finally captured——
The Acropolis of Brunoan fell.
Wood saw the flag disappearing into the rain in the crystal ball, and finally realized the fate of defeat. Eruin would be destroyed because of this, and his path would end here. No one knew this better than him.
What the incident means for the Temple of Fire.
He could almost imagine that he would lose everything in the past. But more importantly, the Temple of Flame would be humiliated because of this. The old man couldn't help but cover his face and sighed deeply.
Everything is his fault.
"Prepare to retreat. I have fulfilled the wishes of those nobles. I believe they will regret it." The once-prominent officiant couldn't help but replied helplessly at this moment.
"Please wait a moment, officiant." Yura, who was sitting aside, suddenly said.
"Um?"
Everyone looked back at the blind girl.
…
A spear appeared in Freya's field of vision. The lightning arc dancing on the gun blade jumped to the tauren in an instant. The gun blade moved forward and pierced the monster's chest with a spear, and blood arrows spurted out.
Then the girl with a long ponytail pulled out her spear and let the monster fall to the ground.
She looked at her with some curiosity in her golden eyes, and then stretched out her hand: "Are you... Freya?"
"I am." Freya knew this girl: "Are you Akane?"
The girl smiled slightly, showing her cute tiger teeth: "Yeah."
"Have you seen Medissa, Freya?"
Freya shook her head and covered the wound on her shoulder with one hand. She looked around in a panic. Soon she saw Nymesis lying in the rubble.
"Senpai-sama."
Her heart tightened and she rushed over there. The black-haired female knight closed her eyes tightly, breathless, and an arrow was stuck in her chest - but even so, she still held the White Lion's weapon tightly in her hand.
Battle flag.
As if hearing Freya's call, Nymesis opened her eyes with difficulty. She narrowed her beautiful eyes and stared at Freya. "Freya, listen carefully..."
"Senior sister..."
"Take this battle flag...you are the commander."
"How could this be……"
Has it already failed?
Freya looked at the face that looked a little serious because it had always maintained an indifferent expression, but she always felt that Nymesis took care of her more like a relative of hers, or a sister should be said; she did not
As a sister, I have no brothers, so I cherish this relationship very much.
Nymesis smiled slightly at her, but her smile was ugly.
"Go, Freya."
"But you?"
"I can't die yet..." Nymesis showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "Go quickly, this is an order, you idiot. I believe you..."
Why do you believe me? Freya doesn't understand. Why do Nimesis and Brando always believe in him so unconditionally? She obviously knows nothing and can't learn anything. Compared with others,
, as clumsy as an ugly duckling.
Everyone fell, senior sister, Carlo Enloch and Muco. Only Brayson and Caglis were still making the final resistance. She turned back and looked at the sporadic fighting near Medao Village. Due to
Without command, defeat seemed imminent.
What can she do?
But Nymesis seemed to see the girl's confusion, smiled at her, and said something to her. Freya didn't understand what it meant, but Akane, as a mercenary, did
understood.
'Because you are a Valkyrie, silly boy.'
"Because this is my request. Freya, okay?" Nymesis asked weakly.
These words made the girl from Butchi clenched her fists. On the entire battlefield, the soldiers of the White Lion Army had begun to retreat.
But Freya turned around: "Akane."
The girl with a ponytail looked at her doubtfully.
"can you help me?"
Qian did not answer. She knew Brando's trust in this girl. Because he had followed Brando for the longest time, Brando did not shy away from sighing with her about the people and things around him. The girl was very satisfied with this kind of life, although
Just listen quietly.
Then she nodded.
"Thank you." Freya took over the battle flag of the White Lions and took a deep breath. Although the tension was not washed away from her body, she took one last look at Nymesis.
She leaned the female knight against the wall and replied seriously: "Senior, I will let this battle flag shine on the battlefield as long as I am still alive."
"Eruin will not perish——"
…
The death of Marquis Balta was like the final death knell of the Bunnoan Acropolis. At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to collapse. But in every corner of the city, the officers of the White Lion Army were still holding on to the final battle.
"Owen, do you remember the book called Summer of Ivy?"
The young officer of the White Lions wearing silver-gray armor stood in the heavy rain in a daze, as if he had not yet recovered from the failure. Marquis Balta died, and the White Lions seemed to have really come to an end in a series of defeats.
Countless demons rushed toward the city, carrying a desperate aura.
"We failed, Charlotte, don't talk about your book."
"Yes, I think so too, Owen. So order the soldiers to open the south gate of the Acropolis. How about we retreat from there."
Owen turned around suddenly and stared at his companions with blood-red eyes: "You are crazy!" He shouted through gritted teeth, "We must not retreat, our teammates are still in front!"
Charlotte smiled.
"Then you remember to buy that book for me. I want the one with the golden edge on the cover, the collector's edition published in the Year of the Crescent Moon, you know."
"what are you saying?"
"Go pick up the flag, Owen."
A few minutes later, the south gate of the Bunoan Acropolis opened.
The remaining White Lion soldiers in the city began to retreat. The devil's commander, the horned devil, immediately noticed this. Of course, it could not tolerate the retreat of these humans who had caused huge trouble for itself.
It sounded a trombone, and the demon army immediately rushed towards the south gate. It personally led the army, preparing to crush those bedbugs.
But it rushed down the city, bypassed several alleys, and came under the only square in the city. Here, it saw the humans who were waiting for it-not just the guards of the White Lions, but also men in ragged clothes.
Even children.
The horned devil suddenly realized something was wrong.
Sherlock stood among the crowd and raised the sword in his hand contemptuously:
"I know you're listening—fire at me, Victory!"
…
"Fire at me, Victory!"
The voice coming out of the magic crystal seemed a little distorted, but it still did not hide the determination contained in it. The mage who passed the order was silent for a moment, and then turned back to look at the Earl behind him.
Wearing a long coat, his face was a little pale, and his expression was full of fatigue. Count Yanirasu closed his eyes. He rubbed his forehead, as if he had made great determination before answering:
"The demon's commander is there, shoot him."
"But my lord."
"I will bear all the responsibilities." The count replied calmly.
If someone dares to give up his life, why wouldn't he dare to give up his reputation?
The ground was trembling, and the dazzling golden light had formed into a sea of fire in the Bunoan Acropolis. Owen watched this scene helplessly, watching the lower-level demons who had lost their command fleeing in the light of the fire, and watching his colleagues exploding.
It turned into ashes, and tears had already burst out of my eyes.
He straightened the body of Marquis Balta, and then raised the dilapidated Eruin flag high.
That action seemed extremely sacred.
…
Two flags reappeared on the battlefield.
It was a glimmer of hope that was exchanged for the blood of countless people. Like a shining belief, everyone couldn't help but feel their blood boiling. Even on the Victory, even Eruin's naval officers couldn't help but close their eyes.
Priest Wood watched this scene silently.
Although Yula couldn't see it, the cheers of the mountains and tsunamis outside had reached her ears. She was not from Eruin, but a smile still appeared on her face.
'Come on, Eruin.'
But on the front battlefield of Medao Village, Caglis, who was attacking, suddenly stopped.
what happened?
He and all the young people from Tonigel felt something strange. Not only them, but also the entire White Lion Army soldiers felt this kind of throbbing in their hearts.
In front of them was the unstoppable Tauren. The White Lions were retreating continuously. Under the double blow of Medusa and the cave lizard shooters, they had actually lost most of their previous victories.
Seeing everything will come to naught.
But a flag caught their eyes. The flag seemed to be made of gold instead of woven cloth. The flag was unfurled in the heavy rain. The white lion on it came to life.
That's Freya.
The female knight held the flag in one hand and the lion-hearted holy sword in the other. She surpassed everyone and faced the terrifying monsters from Jorgandigan.
Akane was by her side at that moment, and the White Lions were behind her.
His left hand is a mountain man, and his right hand is a white lion.
When he moves forward, there is no stopping him.
At that moment history seemed to be rewritten.
The scene seven centuries ago is repeated here seven centuries later.
It's just that their enemies have changed from Cruz people to demons. The subtle coincidence of history seems to make the air shake slightly. Everyone feels this throbbing from fate.
Freya raised her sword.
"White Lions, follow my orders and attack forward."
"Even if we die, we will die on the way to attack."
"Maybe one day in the future, the white lion will be reborn from the ashes instead of being extinguished forever."
The voice of the female knight penetrated the rain curtain clearly, and her promise was like an oath, just like the code set by the late Lord Ekko in front of the Lion Heart Sword. At that moment, a miracle happened. The cadets of Wangli Knight Academy
I was surprised to see the White Lion Legion's armor light up slightly.
Then a layer of faint golden light seemed to fall from the sky. Then it surrounded every soldier of the White Lion Legion, and finally formed a golden mark.
If Brando were here, he would probably recognize that this was the last mark on the White Lion armor.
It is also the source of the legendary ability of the White Lions that he and Master Belu have been unable to study——
The mark of the lion gives the wearer the effect of bravery. The army wearing it will no longer be afraid, will always have high morale, and will not fall into panic under any situation.
The lion's soul seemed to be resurrected.
Caglis raised his head, and he suddenly felt that the gaze in the sky that was always watching this place seemed to have disappeared. It was as if the ancient king had gone away, but Eruin already had a new successor.
All the remaining soldiers of the White Lions roared and launched an attack on an enemy that was several times their size. At this moment, fear and hesitation were no longer obstacles in their hearts, but the driving force to overcome all this and move forward.
Although they may eventually be defeated, the legend of Eruin and the White Lion will continue to be passed down.
It will never be erased.
It's a pity that the tauren from Jorgendigan can't think, otherwise they would definitely tremble in fear of facing such an army that has given up everything. But facing these indomitable humans, the only thing they can do is to raise their giant axes
.
They may not quite understand why these humans can accept it so calmly even though it is a failure. For creatures from the dark underground, survival is the only glory.
Behind the minotaur, the Medusas also raised their bows.
The two armies suddenly strangled each other.
Courage, honor or just the desire for survival are mixed together at this moment, and they are no longer separated from each other. Humanity briefly achieved the result of the stalemate with the tauren at great sacrifice, but the price was heart-stopping.
loss.
Freya rushed at the front, her sword was so firm that it seemed like it could break through numerous obstacles——
Akane looked at the back of the female knight with some admiration, but what throbbed her was not the courage to move forward, but the unyielding faith. For the first time, she knew that someone could be so determined and could fight alone without relying on others.
.
That was the temperament that made her heartbroken. She once thought that only the lord had such an aura.
But it turns out a girl can do it too.
The moment of Freya's back was like some kind of profound memory. It was only a moment, but it was already deeply imprinted in her heart.
She suddenly felt somewhat willing to hold the sword for her and open up a path for her beside her.
…
"Can you win?"
"I'm afraid not."
Wood had a brief conversation with Macaro Overwell, the cunning fox. The chief priest of the Cruz people stood tall, and the attendants immediately put on his robe.
"Master officiant?"
"The Eruin people are fighting for their destiny. To put it bluntly, I have to put my destiny and faith on the line." Wood sighed and replied: "Just watching here,
It puts me to shame, and it also puts the King of Fire to shame."
"But sir, the devil should have kept a trump card. If you take action now..."
"Now is not the time to think about this."
Wood replied calmly.
At this time, the cabin door was suddenly opened. Everyone couldn't help but frown. Could it be that the people below were so panicked that they even forgot basic etiquette?
They turned around and saw the somewhat strange face of Count Baal of Violet.
"They're coming!"
"who?"
Akane stabbed a minotaur with one shot, and then suddenly turned around. She grabbed Freya in front of her and frowned slightly.
"Akane?"
"There is something."
The ground was trembling slightly, and soon, everyone felt such subtle changes. The White Lion soldiers at the back were the first to turn around.
It's still a long time before dawn.
But a ray of silver light appeared on the southern horizon.
That's not the morning light.
Instead, it was an undulating line of silver armor. Countless cavalry were galloping on the hills, holding flags high, roaring like the ocean, and singing hymns from the War of the Saints era.
"It's the cavalry!?"
"Where is the cavalry?"
"Is there still such an army in the south?"
Freya frowned slightly. She saw a flag leading the army forward, singing songs she had never heard before, as if they were from a mythical army.
‘The trumpet sounds again, may all tribes not forget the sacred covenant’
'The wings of darkness cover the sky, but the silver morning light still rises'
'The ancient oaths echo across the land, the armor is as new, and the sword still rings'
‘The Holy One has arrived in response to the order, and the war has started again’
On the battle flag, a sacred lily emblem as pure as silver shines almost dazzlingly.
Silver Elf.
They returned to this land again.
…
(ps: This is the end of the third volume,... suddenly it feels so long.) (To be continued)
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