When the lone centaur knight rushed over, the high-level death knight didn't feel any danger. The battlefield here is far away from Luvis's main force, and the enemy cannot get any support, but our own team is a team of four that cooperates tacitly, and obviously has an absolute chance of winning.
However, at the moment of confrontation with the apostles, the undead suddenly realized that their judgment was completely wrong—before the other three had time to attack, the death knight who rushed to the front had already been separated, and his body was lying limply on the back of the nightmare. On the ground, the head with empty eyes skimmed over the thousand-meter-high tower and fell to the ground, blending into the intricate background of the city in a blink of an eye.
"Fight with all your strength~! This guy is different from other apostles." The team leader's pupils ignited with flames. The dead once again instigated the nightmare, and the three formed a strong inverted triangle, waving the war halberds in their hands alternately, weaving a cold net, trying to firmly cover the enemy in it.
The centaur knight's movements did not hesitate at all. He faced the undead's best formation from the front, and the double-ended sword in his hand provoked a dazzling silver light. In an instant, the broad blade cut off the death knight's halberd, and the broken halberd brushed against the smooth body of the apostle and flew into the air. At the moment when the two sides were on the wrong horse, the seven-meter-long double-headed sword suddenly spun rapidly, as if The sharp blades swept across.
Half of the head of a high-ranking death knight slowly slipped off, and blood spurted from the chest of another—the apostle had cut open his body and destroyed his heart. Only the commander barely blocked the attack with the broken weapon in his hand, but the huge impact also knocked him off his horse. The team leader finally came to his senses—he and the opponent were not at the same level at all, but it was useless to regret. He had just touched the ground with his feet, and before he even had time to draw out the long sword at his waist, there was already a silver knife in his eyes.
But this time, the double-headed sword failed to penetrate the target's heart. Accompanied by the sound of sharp metal collisions, a vigorous figure stood in front of the apostle.
"Retrieve your mount, and go to the left flank to support." The death knight ordered the subordinates behind him without looking back, and his fiery red pupils did not miss any action of the apostle.
"Master Alsace?" The captain was a little surprised, but his expression soon became tense, "Yes, I'll go right away~!"
"Now everyone who got in the way has left, and there are only two of us left here. The environment is very suitable." Alsace smiled slightly, turning the halberd in his hand, "I guess you must also want to know, the strongest death Which one is stronger, the knight or the strongest apostle? Let's try it now, chief knight?"
The logo "Leader" was first proposed by Roland. The original defense of the city gate was impeccable. Even if the giants had the ability to penetrate pure gold, they still could not resist the magic of the lich. The only key was the apostle who could break the meteorite. It was because of his existence that the city was able to It will be broken, and the undead army will fall into such a desperate situation. This is the special ability of being a "leader", like the tip of a spear, can gather all the power at one point and exert it vividly.
If the spearhead can be found and destroyed, the impact of Luvis's army will definitely be greatly affected. And Arthas is now performing exactly this mission - to search for and kill the leader of the Silver Knights.
Two dazzling lightning flashed across the centaur knight's pupils, and the slender double-headed sword drew two huge fans beside him, with a calm posture without any flaws.
There is no mistake, the apostle in front of him must be the chief knight~! The deceased with red pupils felt that the cold blood in his body gradually began to boil. He has been traveling back and forth on the vertical battlefield for several hours, and has encountered many powerful and experienced apostles, but none of them can compare with the one in front of him. Not only did the opponent kill four high-level death knights in an instant, but he was also very proficient in introducing Yun Yao—no, rather than saying that this centaur knight mastered Yun Yao, it would be better to say that he was born to understand Yun Yao. Whether it's highly concentrated consciousness or unparalleled speed, it can be said to be a model among swordsmen.
Very good, only such an opponent is eligible to die under Jing Wang Jian Yunyao. The death knight showed a satisfied smile, and the spinning halberd returned to stillness in an instant, with the trident pointing at the enemy in front of him.
In the next moment, the halberd broke the delicate balance between the two of them, and it shot towards the apostle's heart like a sharp arrow, and the opponent's double-ended sword immediately drew a silver circle with incomparable precision. Carefully cut open the thrown weapon longitudinally. Taking advantage of the moment when the apostle was dealing with it, Alsace had already drawn out the long sword at his waist, skimmed lightly through the air, and pounced on the centaur knight like an eagle.
The total length of the apostle's weapons is seven meters, each blade is three meters long, and the handle in the middle is one meter long. It has an absolute advantage in mid-range battles. If you use a halberd to fight, you will only be beaten, so the death knight will inevitably choose to fight in close quarters. Once the two sides get closer to the confrontation distance, the situation will immediately reverse. Before the battle began, the centaur had already predicted that the opponent would take such a risky approach, so he specially left room for himself to maneuver. When Arthas jumped up, his double-headed sword turned quickly, from the circle It turned into a sweep, and there was no lag at all due to the interference of the halberd.
This is a powerful slash, enough to split the undead in mid-air into two; even if it is blocked by the death knight's long sword, the impact force can still bounce the opponent ten meters away, and he still maintains the advantage in distance. However, the moment the double-ended sword touched the blade of the long sword, the apostle realized that he couldn't feel the vibration at all—Alsace's saber was a soft sword~!
In the gap of time that was too late to capture, Jing Wang Jian Yunyao bent into an arc, flipping along with the howling blade of the apostle. The death knight's body is also like a light kite. Together with the saber, it turns over the section cut by the double-headed sword at an incredible angle, and flows down the current. The thin and dazzling edge of the soft sword slices towards the centaur's head.
A bright arc of light flashed between the two of them, chopping off half of the apostle's head, and the outcome was frozen in a still frame.
But for Alsace, the battle was not over yet. Under the effect of inertia, the apostle, who was missing half of his head, slammed straight into Alsace. The death knight had no choice but to use the sword as a shield to resist the body covered with horns, but the reaction force pushed him into the air farther and farther away from the tower wall. Alsace felt his whole body sinking suddenly, Then it began to fall together with the opponent's corpse.
This is the trap set by the apostles. At the same time when the attack failed, he knew that the situation was over, and he stopped trying to dodge in vain. Instead, he kicked off his four hooves and leaped high to meet the sword's edge—now the two were more than 1,500 meters above the ground In a duel on the wall of the tower, if the death knight is pushed out of the range of gravity attachment, the opponent will fall with him and die together—the final counterattack of the leader knight.
The strong wind whistled sharply beside his ears, but Arthas' expression remained unchanged. He carefully adjusted his center of gravity, returned his body to the state of head up and down, and then raised his left hand to activate the death coil. A black ball of light quickly condensed in the palm of the death knight, and then the noisy wraiths broke out of their shells, like a gushing torrent. With the help of this reverse thrust, Alsace returned to the tower wall, his steel boots dragging dazzling sparks on the snow-white ground.
The fall of a few seconds caused him to fall from the area controlled by the undead into the area occupied by the apostles. Now he can see almost all centaur knights, and the double-headed swords in the line are mixed with endless light in the slanting sunset. Alsace looked stern and stern, but Alsace looked like no one else was there, as if he was reminiscing the moment of life and death.
"The confrontation between swords is better than all the killings in the past few years, I am very satisfied~!" The death knight let out a hearty laugh, looking around with those eyes burning with red flames, the apostles looked around under the scorching glance Raised the sword vigilantly.
"If the apostle also knows how to send out warriors to hunt down the leader, then I can get two chances to confront each other... But forget it, I don't expect any surprises from your leftovers, let's just play the role of a scavenger alright."
Alsace was talking to himself, flicking Yunyao with his finger, the soft blade immediately vibrated and made a pleasant sound, like an irresistible requiem.
The attack of the centaur knights finally slowed down. Although they launched tide-like charges again and again, the death knights were able to hold on to the line of defense with fewer hits, just like a black reef facing a stormy sea, which remained motionless after countless washes. . The battle in the tower also fell into a stalemate.
After nearly fifty hours of continuous fierce fighting, coupled with the gradual decline in strength, the number of ghouls has plummeted from one hundred thousand to forty thousand. In addition, the death knights were too busy to take care of themselves in front of the apostles, and the paladins took control of the ground without any effort The situation on the battlefield, and led the alliance's large forces to advance to the foot of the World Tree Tower. But then their pace had to be slowed down—the 40,000 ghouls all crowded inside the tower, densely filling all the passages. Even the eight-legged insect with unparalleled impact is also helpless in the face of the layered wall of flesh and the extremely sticky web of the spider warrior.
"Alliance forces are still stuck on the seventh floor of the main tower, and the speed at which the apostles advance to the front line has also been greatly reduced." Richard seemed relieved, "You have captured their vital points, and Alsace is also faster than me." Stronger than expected."
"His strength is already higher than mine... However, maybe I have become weaker in the past few years." Roland evaluated in an objective tone, then lowered his head and looked down at the battlefield on the vertical plane, "Let's not talk about it Those, the overall situation is still very bad, we only have the last line of defense, the Hanging Garden. From now on, the knights cannot retreat, they must fight with their lives."
The dawn of the third day has come quietly, and the sunlight first renders the top of the world tree crown, and then spreads from top to bottom, like a boundless golden waterfall. The moment the faint blue sea floating in mid-air touched the sunlight, it suddenly shattered into countless dazzling flames, all of which flew high into the sky, dragging bright trails on the light-colored sky.
"Sure enough..."
Staring intently at the long lines that carved traces in the sky, Richard murmured, "Has the last third of the power become an air force? Roland, this is exactly as you expected."
"This shows that Luvis's strategy is impeccable, and the next step is to see the pure strength competition between the two sides." The death knight subconsciously clenched the halberd, "I will give you the air defense system on the canopy, and I will take command here. ?”
"Of course, old friend." Lich showed a rare smile, "It is my honor to join hands with you."
"... me too." Roland waved his hand, and rushed towards the battlefield where swords, lights and swords intertwined without looking back.
The new apostles shed their shells from the light of the blue fire, spread their silver wings, and swarmed into the wind. These fighters who control the air are also products of bionics. From the outside, they have two completely different forms-queen bees and scarabs.
The former was seven meters long, with a wasp-like slender waist and a graceful streamlined body, and two pairs of high-speed vibrating translucent membranous wings were thin and sharp. An extremely long striker protrudes from the queen bee's forehead, which can easily penetrate the dragon's scales; there are four huge air inlets on the chest, the air is inhaled and then compressed and ejected from the spindle-shaped tail, driven by strong thrust. Under the action, their speed even surpassed the hurricane brought by their wings.
The scarabs were obviously created to defend against the undead dragon's attack. Their bodies are fourteen meters long, and their whole bodies are wrapped in thick carapaces. They can be regarded as silver giants in the air. And in order to allow this thick body to gain enough speed to avoid danger and chase the enemy, the three pairs of huge wings covering the entire back are constantly flapping, making buzzing sounds.
Behind the cross-group formation composed of these two flying apostles, is the ace of the alliance-the Storm Griffon Legion. The sound of four thousand griffins flapping their wings can be clearly heard, and the huge throwing axes in the hands of four thousand griffin riders reflect a dazzling light. If the apostles are a galaxy running through the blue sky, they are like a piece of brown and black Stratus clouds oppress the viewer's sight, devouring the sun and clear sky.
"Targets are divided into three categories: undead dragons, gargoyles, and defensive towers. The task of the Storm Knights is to sweep away the gargoyles. When facing dragons, it is best to avoid conflicts as much as possible while keeping a distance from the defensive towers. Only wait for the apostles Only by successfully breaking through the air defense facilities on the crown of the world tree can we launch a deep offensive." Crete issued an order to eleven direct subordinates, "The first brigade is responsible for the first round of attack—from five in the morning to ten in the morning , Five hours is already the limit of the Knights’ air combat—after that, please be sure to leave the battlefield and return to the assembly point for supplies and rest.”
Speaking of which, the dwarf took a meaningful look at the human girl next to him, paused, and then continued: "Of course, the alpine dwarves are the bravest warriors in the world, and it is definitely not us who hide behind the goddess Luvis. style... But without the requisite patience and caution, one is not even a fighter."
"Yes, sir~!" The subordinates answered loudly as always.
"Please don't worry about me, Lord Crete. We have already made an agreement with His Majesty the Pope on this aspect. The interests of the alliance are the top priority. I will never act without authorization." Before returning to the battle position, Katoli He pretended to be relaxed and said to Crete, "Besides, this crossbow can only shoot through gargoyles, and it is almost useless against dragons."
"There is a proverb that says that there are always opportunities, and it depends on whether you can live until then." Crete smiled, "This is your first actual combat, keep calm and judge, so to survive.”
Amidst the loud horns, the joint air force composed of apostles and griffins finally launched an offensive, like countless sharp arrows shooting at the bull's-eye, rushing towards the canopy above the clouds with the breath of death and destruction.
The movements of the queen bees were more agile than imagined. They deftly avoided the whip-like lightning and the fireballs blooming everywhere, and pierced the striker into the target's body without stagnation. An undead dragon at the front of the formation couldn't dodge, and was pierced by six queen bees at the same time. Immediately afterwards, the apostle vibrated its wings violently and tore it in six different directions. piece.
And whenever the dragons want to weave a defensive net with magic power, those scarabs will flock to them. Their thick defenses can not only resist the white dragon's icy breath, but also have strong resistance to magic - dense lightning beams, scorching fireballs, and sharp wind blades are all difficult to work. In many cases, undead dragons have to use teeth and claws to tear these bulky crustaceans apart.
While the enemy had to focus on the Scarab, the Queen Bee went on a killing spree. This is a chaotic three-dimensional battlefield, and attacks may come from all directions, and once the dragon is a little negligent, the queen bee may launch an offensive, piercing Luvis' enemies in the blink of an eye—even though this kind of air collision may accidentally injure St. Beetle, their actions did not hesitate at all.
With the ingenious cooperation of the apostles and the griffins, the number of gargoyles decreased rapidly, and the undead dragons were also in a hurry—the air forces of the undead also needed to cooperate. The bodies of the dragons were too large, and they needed the dexterous gargoyles to defend against blind spots ; the gargoyle lacks attack power and must use the undead dragon as the center of fire. And as the battle continued, the deceased gradually fell into a vicious circle in which the defensive power and attack power decreased together.
At twelve noon, the number of gargoyles finally fell below the lower limit, and the outer defense line collapsed. The king of white dragons, Klaferig, made a decisive decision and ordered the air force to retreat to the top of the canopy to cooperate with the defense system of the liches. The strong light emitted by the magic defense tower drew eye-catching thin lines one after another in the sky, but this tight firepower net still couldn't stop the impact of the silver tide.
"Roland~!" Richard's voice sounded in the ears of the callee.
"What?" The death knight had a bad premonition.
"A swarm of queen bees broke through the defense, you must return to the defense immediately, otherwise..."
"Damn~!" Roland interrupted the Lich subconsciously, he pursed his pale lips, and then turned to his comrades aside, "I will take a hundred death knights to guard the Temple of Soul, and I will leave it to you. Before Alsace could answer, the figure with scorching flames in his eyes had disappeared into the spiraling corridor of the Hanging Garden.
The crown of the world tree is like a huge three-dimensional maze, and the liches have arranged a large number of magic defense towers on each node of it, leaving no blind spots. However, having no blind spot does not mean that it is impossible to break through. When the scarab destroyed the defense tower with its body, a small group of twelve queen bees rushed in through the artificially created gap. They folded their broad wings, and their drop-shaped bodies shuttled through the criss-crossing branches at a very high speed, and fell to the square in the air that held the Ishutori Soul Stone.
The twelve giant defensive towers on the edge of the square reacted immediately, but in the face of countless branches and leaves, the hit rate of the beams dropped greatly, and half of the queen bees still withstood the baptism of crossfire. The last six apostles not only relied on gravity to pull them, but also used the jets from their tails to accelerate further, trying to smash the soul hall and the soul stones inside.
"Launch~!" Roland's command overwhelmed the sharp wind.
2,500 feathered arrows left the string in response, and a non-stop arrow rain covered the six queen bees. This was the last line of defense placed by the Knights of the Ice Crown on the sky plaza—twenty-five shooting arrows. Crossbow—Each one can shoot hundreds of arrows at one time, but the reloading time can be controlled within ten minutes, which can be called the mechanical version of fireball magic.
The torrential rain turned the apostles into steel hedgehogs full of arrow clusters, and their flight trajectories were also distorted by the huge impact. Four of them fell into the branches, and their bodies were torn apart in a series of collisions. Falling towards the square, the seven-meter-long body rolled in the sea of flowers, bringing up flying blood flowers.
Roland was the first to rush forward, pulled out Frost Lament, who was behind him, and chopped off the firing pin on the Queen Bee's head with a vertical slash. Then, the death knights swarmed up, and the silver body was immediately stabbed into a hornet's nest by dozens of epee swords, and blood flowed in all directions.
"I won't make the same mistake again, Luvis." Roland's eyes lit up with dazzling flames, "As long as the death knight is still standing here, I will never let you touch a hair of Ishutoli~!"
On October 12, 235 in the Luvis calendar, the moon slowly sank along the sky, and Ishutori's deep sleep entered the last three hours.
Katoli straddled her griffin again, looking at the World Tree at the end of the distant mountains in the hazy night—the battle there has entered a fierce state, and countless dazzling beams of light swept across the night, as if to The whole sky was cut into pieces.
The air defense of the undead has collapsed, and most of the sky garden has been occupied. According to the estimates of the mages, the alliance army should have captured the Palace of Souls two hours ago, but the last few steps are extremely difficult. Humans and apostles must pay a heavy price for the small one meter. The alliance's 220,000 army has lost more than 50%, and the ghouls of the undead army have been reduced to one-tenth of the total, leaving less than 10,000. In addition, the apostles, paladins, spider warriors, and death Knights and so on, even if it is the most conservative estimate, there are at least 200,000 people lying at the foot of the World Tree.
This is simply a mountain of corpses and a river of blood.
However, that person... the Dark Eagle is obviously not among them, he is probably still fighting desperately at the top of the world tree, destroying all enemies in his eyes with the big sword in his hand. Thinking of this, the girl's emerald eyes couldn't help passing a dark mark.
I must make that agreement, whatever the outcome, with Roland Strife.
"Katori." A voice interrupted the girl's thoughts.
"Get ready to take off. This time is probably the last chance. We won't land until the sun rises. The fourth battalion that is fighting will also continue to fight." Crete breathed out the heat in the darkness. It became white fog, and the temperature on the 12th was much lower than usual. "What happens next will determine the fate of the goddess and the direction of the world, but for us mortals, there are only two choices: life or death. Fight until dawn That will tell the winner."
"For Luvis Alliance~!" The dwarf raised his big ax high.
"Victory~! Victory~! Victory~!" The shouts of the storm knights were deafening, and then, the sound of the griffin flapping its wings set off an even bigger echo in the valley.
The First Flying Battalion of the Griffin Knights entered the chaotic battlefield in a cross formation. After nearly 20 hours of attrition, most of the magic towers on the crown of the world tree were destroyed, the fire defense net was full of gaps and gaps, and the undead dragons and gargoyles also shrank their lines and gathered in the Surrounding the Temple of Soul, there are twelve giant defense towers for the final resistance.
After circling the battlefield twice, Katoli finally found an intrusion route that was difficult for the magic beam to hit. Although there were a lot of white dragons and gargoyles there, the lion who was proud of its speed but had extremely poor defense For Eagle, this is the only option. The girl pulled the reins without hesitation, and the griffin named Kaio swooped down knowingly.
The six gargoyles quickly approached from behind, spread out in a formation of sharp arrows, and bit the tail of the griffin tightly. Kaiou made several sharp turns, stops and dives, but still couldn't get rid of these nimble opponents . Katoli then turned around and lifted the crossbow, and lightly pulled the trigger after calculating the wind speed and airflow. The next moment, the arrow was accurately nailed between the eyebrows of the target, and the undead hit by the arrow screamed and fell to the ground.
There are five more... The girl was doing mental calculations, but she suddenly raised her head as if being poked by a needle—a huge shadow was covering herself in a cold air—the ice spit of the undead dragon.
Before the master gave the command, Kaiou had already reacted. The griffin flapped its wings violently, pulled up its entire body, and then suddenly tilted and flipped to one side. Under the huge air torsion, the knight and the mount rolled several times together, barely avoiding the bone-chilling white mist. But the crisis had just begun, and the sudden evasive action caused Katoli's crossbow to come out, and this time she completely lost the means of long-range attack.
The undead dragon believed that the prey was helpless, so it opened its mouth unscrupulously, and its sharp teeth almost touched Kaiou's tail. At this moment, a purple-gold lightning flashed from Katoli's wrist——Jingwang Sword Bauhinia finally came out of its sheath. The long sword unfolded the nine blades strung together by golden threads, and drew a huge semicircle in the air. The hard dragon scales were chopped into pieces like pieces of paper. After the dazzling thunder flashed, the long sword was cut. Go to the dragon's half row of teeth and the entire jaw.
This beautiful slash is enough to seriously injure the extremely powerful white dragon, but for the undead who died once, the only result of the attack is to bring high anger. The jawless dragon roared angrily, and a cold breath permeated the girl's body from behind—the undead dragon planned to launch a new round of breathing, turning the stupid humans who dared to damage their bodies into a puddle of ice water.
Katoli pursed her lips tightly, and the bauhinia in her hand struck out again, like a nimble long snake biting the gargoyle next to it, the golden rope swimming around the lightning instantly entangled the target, and then slammed it at the undead dragon holding its breath. This blow skillfully took advantage of the original speed of the gargoyle, and its power was not inferior to that of the catapult. The white dragon whose head was hit by a flesh shell immediately lost its balance and fell headfirst into the sky. The Griffon was able to get away in this gap, quickly throwing off the last few pursuers, and burrowed into the most densely branched area on the canopy.
After landing, Kaiou quickly retracted his wings and at the same time displayed his strength as a beast on the ground. The strong limbs and sharp claws allow it to easily move and jump on the intertwined branches, and the petite rider on its back is not a burden at all-for this griffin, Katoli's weight is almost equal to zero. After a gallop among the green leaves, the square in the air where the death knight and the apostle fought fiercely was finally reflected in the girl's green pupils.
"He's right there..." Katoli saw Roland for the first time, the girl's voice trembled subtly for an instant, and then revealed the tenacity of determination, "There is nothing to hesitate... let's go, Kaiou~ !"
The loyal mount let out a deep roar, arched its waist and prepared to jump, but the next moment, the branch supporting the beast suddenly broke due to the overwhelm~!
With the power backtracking, the torso of the World Tree is no longer immortal.
And Ishutoli's resurrection ceremony has also entered the final stage.
"You can't use Death Coil anymore, and your body feels a little sluggish. How is your condition?" Roland's inquiry was affirmed by other death knights. But before his words fell, the surrounding air had already begun to clamor slightly.
The cold moon disappeared into the darkness, and large sheets of stratus clouds quickly accumulated, forming a huge vortex in the dim sky. Immediately afterwards, a ray of white light that was hotter than a flame burst out from the center of the vortex, and crimson light patterns burst out continuously around it, spreading outward round after round, and finally ignited the entire black night sky.
Everyone can clearly feel the tremendous pressure brought by this power. Whether it is the beating of the human heart, the rhythm of the soul of the undead, or the light in the eyes of the apostles, they have all been hit by this invisible but qualitative energy fluctuation. Messed up. The battlefield, which was glowing red with light, cooled down in a few seconds. The sounds of clashing swords, shouts and roars, and even the sound of leaves being blown by the wind were all frozen, and people could only hear their chaotic heartbeats.
In the next instant, the crisp sound of the long sword being unsheathed pierced through the sky. A dazzling beam of light shot out from the center of the vortex, like a gigantic sword of flame, burning everything in front of it, and piercing straight to the center of the world tree, where the soul stone is~!
The sharp sword of the goddess Luvis has been cut into the world, only to destroy the will of the gods.
Accompanied by a huge roar of metal and iron strikes, this radiant sword was finally stopped in the air 20 meters away from the Temple of Soul—the twelve towers propped up a pale blue translucent spherical light The film, the light film is densely covered with dark blue elf spells, and at the junction of the huge sword edge and this protective cover, the dazzling white-hot light makes it impossible to look directly at. The 2,600-meter-high building began to tremble. From the base at the bottom to the square at the top, every component groaned in pain. The Tower of Ishutori was trying to resist Luvis with all its strength. The pressure exerted by the sword on it.
But after just a short while, the light film became flickering. When the power accumulated in the magic tower was exhausted, the flaming giant sword was suddenly raised, and then accelerated to slash down. A flash of white light flashed, the protective cover shattered in response, the square was divided into two, and the Hall of Souls seemed to be a paper model, which was wiped out in the dazzling light~!
"No~!" Roland's hoarse and desperate cry pierced the eardrums of the undead.
Ishutori's soul stone is now uncovered, completely exposed to the flame pillar falling from the sky, and countless small and deep wounds are cracked on the smooth surface of the crystal.
This time... I absolutely want to protect Ishutori, I must protect the most important person, even if I face the wrath of the gods~! Roland's eyes lit up with water-colored flames. Regardless of the danger of being burned to ashes, the death knight rushed into the fire pillar of the God's Sword of Retaliation, using his body to block the light from the soul stone.
Compared with Uther's Light Storm, Luvis's power is countless times stronger. The pendant on Roland's neck kept flickering, but it couldn't resist the scorching and domineering force of extinction at all. The bright silver armor melted the moment it touched the flame, and the hot molten iron penetrated into Roland's body. The power tore apart Roland's soul. All the nightmares of the past reappeared in front of the death knight, more realistic than reality, and when the disordered consciousness was immersed in the pain of memory, the soul carrying the consciousness was rapidly disintegrating and shattering.
When Roland felt that he was about to gasify, more death knights rushed over and covered the Soul Stone with their bodies, layer by layer—but their bodies were too small, and they were crushed in the blink of an eye. Destruction can't delay the attack of Luvis's sword at all, and the fragmentation speed of the soul stone is still accelerating.
An undead dragon suddenly descended from the sky, covering the death knight and the soul stone with its huge body. His membranous wings were burnt in an instant, thick black smoke billowed from his body, his skeleton gradually peeled off, and his soul gradually collapsed, but the dragon still remained silent. Immediately afterwards, more undead dragons rushed into this dazzling flaming sword like moths to the flame, and jointly built a shield of flesh and spirit with the death knight.
As Ishutoli said - "It is not my strength, but your own strength that will determine the outcome of the Battle of Dawn, so the result will definitely be what you hope for."
I hope the world will be changed, so at this moment, the persistent survivors will spare no effort to open up the road to godhood for Ishutoli.
For the undead who endured the fire of God's punishment with their bodies, everything except pain has been stripped away. They have no time to pay attention to the changes in the surrounding environment, and cannot observe the rotation of the minute and second hands. The only thing they can do is to quietly wait for the destruction and protect Ishutori's soul.
But time is still ticking.
A ray of weak and slender sunlight crossed the tops of the mountains and the darkness, like a dazzling chain of fire, drawing a golden trail in the vast night sky.
Dawn has come~!
The Soul Stone, which was about to shatter, trembled, and then in the core of the crystal, the bright orange light suddenly exploded, scattering brilliance that illuminated everything. Those rays of light brighter than God's Fire of Punishment surged and converged like a tide, and finally formed a majestic and powerful bow-shaped body—a pair of huge wings enough to cover the entire sky~!
The goddess's wings stretched gracefully, and with just one blow, the domineering flaming sword broke into pieces. The invisible cage that Luvis had placed around the World Tree was instantly annihilated, and all the apostles who came into contact with the light turned into powder flying in the wind, the dense black clouds were torn to pieces, and the blue sky returned to people's sight.
The whole world was shaking with the flapping of Ishutori's wings.
Like a bunch of vines blooming brilliantly, the pure white aurora curtain that stretches for thousands of miles slowly hangs down, connecting the sky of the whole world. The shimmering surface reflects the first ray of light in the morning, bringing the light of dawn and Ishutoli together. The joy of spreading to every part of this planet.
On the Canados continent on the other side of the planet, people stopped worshiping at night and looked up at the magnificent landscape at night and day; the tauren shaman whispered ancient spells, and the phosphorous powder swayed in his hands flew towards the sky full of aurora; Under the emperor's peak standing in the Grand Lourdes arena, the ancient dust mixed with the blood of soldiers rolled up howling whirlwinds.
In the distant and cold northern permafrost, the never-ending cold wind stagnates at this time; the dwarves walked out of the underground city where they lived, feeling the long-lost warm sunshine in the Nordson continent; the last white dragon family gathered in the silent cemetery, Send an anthem of liberation and blessing to the dead compatriots.
And this land of Lorentane, which has experienced the battle of the gods, all the sleeping lands have also awakened. Pope Julian August stood silently on the terrace, staring at the aurora spreading like a tide on the distant horizon, like a statue carved in stone. The Holy City, which prides itself on order and justice, fell into chaos and fear, and even the priests and knights in the Temple of Luvis gaped their mouths wide open.
"Did Luvis fail... If this continues, the King's Hall will..." Julian's tone revealed unwilling anger. He suddenly turned around and ran into the office, frantically flipping through calendar books one after another. And when the contents of the calendar came into the Pope's eyes, he finally laughed maniacally.
"It's over... It's over~!" The announced voice was as shrill as a nightingale weeping blood.
The era of Luvis has come to an end, an invisible hand has rewritten all the calendar books in the world, yesterday was October 11, 235 in the Luvis calendar, but today—the book reads impressively "October 12th, year zero of the Ishutori calendar"~!
The dawn at this moment belongs only to Ishutoli.
Today is the dawn of Ishutori.
Wind of the Age, Final Chapter, Part 2
When the alliance army woke up from the consciousness of weightlessness, the remaining part of the Luvis apostle had already escaped without a trace. However, human beings don't have time to take into account the current situation of the power of the goddess. What makes them at a loss is the drastic change in the scene before them-the world tree is gone, the capital of the undead is gone, and even the Shinto that is tens of kilometers wide is gone~ ! The Yahewei Mountains have returned to their original appearance, while hundreds of thousands of human warriors are all trapped among the rolling mountains.
Was everything so far just a nightmare? This thought spread in an instant. However, the pungent smell of blood and the mountain of blood and sea of corpses filling the entire field of vision tell people that war and death are real.
"Attention, there are enemies~!" A paladin shouted while clenching the long sword in his hand.
A few ghouls were staggering around, whimpering meaninglessly, and the surrounding soldiers immediately entered a state of battle, but there was a look of anxiety in their eyes—no one knew that in Ishutoli the gods After that, what kind of changes will these undead puppets produce.
But nothing happened. In the empty eye sockets of the ghoul and the spider warrior, a wandering flame gradually extinguished—the goddess had regained the power bestowed on her, and the powerless shell quickly fell to the ground without a sound.
Ripples of light suddenly appeared, caressing thousands of cold corpses like ocean waves. Under the influence of this wonderful force, the corpses of humans and undead began to transform gradually. Incomplete limbs, dried blood, and ashes left behind after death, everything that belongs to the body of the deceased has become transparent, like absorbed water, slowly sinking into the earth. And where they used to lie, countless white moon flowers bloomed one after another, blooming all over the mountains and plains, forming a quiet sea of flowers.
In order to save the human war dead and give the undead puppets a real rest, Ishutoli erected a tombstone of flowers for them. And the petals flying like snowflakes seem to be telling people the end of the war.
Roland opened his eyes, then stood up slowly. Due to being the first to pounce on the Soul Stone, he was crushed at the bottom of the crowd, coupled with the protection of the "Eternal Light", the goddess Orin became the only survivor. Under the rebirth, even the bright silver armor that has been melted has a new look.
At this moment, countless snowflakes of light were flying around him, like a group of sleepless fireflies——Luvis' attack burned nearly a thousand death knights and dozens of undead dragons, and what appeared before Roland's eyes were these The unyielding souls of the dead. Ishutori's blessing put the obsessions of the war dead to rest, and their wills condensed into starbursts, which slowly rose until they passed the purple clouds and entered the endless and deep sky.
Then, this is the God Realm. Looking up at the colorful stars, Roland showed a gentle smile.
Ishutori became the god of this world and gained the power to change the times, and the agreement between me and her was finally fulfilled... Next...
"Roland~!" A clear and bright voice interrupted the death knight's thoughts, and the called person turned around, staring at the petite figure on the opposite side of the broken square without a word.
Compared with the Katori in Dark Eagle's memory, the tangible entity in front of him is slightly different but cannot be ignored. The girl's pretty black hair was long enough to reach her shoulders, her rosy cheeks were much thinner, and beside her stood a ferocious beast—Roland knew the name of that griffin, and also knew that its former owner had done great feats .
But it was the opponent's eyes that touched the death knight's soul. The emerald pupils were no longer as clear as spring water, but as hot as flames, swept over by the invisible lightning in the thundercloud every moment. Those were Roland's all-too-familiar eyes—exactly the same as his former self.
She is what she is, and it is all because of you, Roland Strife. The deceased told himself in a cold tone. Look at those eyes, no matter how much you use killing and blood to quench your thirst, the fire of hatred contained in them will destroy the host one day.
Still, at least now there's a chance to make up for everything...
The corners of Roland's mouth raised slightly, but he didn't even notice it. The death knight paused for a moment, then approached Katoli with strides, and didn't stop until he was ten meters away from her.
"Look at the sky, this is the place where the three worlds overlap, and it belongs to the realm of the gods." Roland said heavily, his black cloak fluttering in the wind like an unfailing banner, "The War of Dawn is over, Ishutoli has become Luvis, who has lost the World Tree, can only crawl and hide somewhere in this world, hoping not to be discovered, and linger on for a few more years... However, that is meaningless at all."
"Roland Strife, you should be very clear that I did not come here as a follower of Luvis." Katoli repeated the other party's name, "I must end what happened with you everything."
"If you still have hesitation in your heart, it will lead to death," the death knight's voice was abnormally cold, "Are you ready?"
"I've been waiting for this moment to come." The girl's answer was short and powerful, and she immediately made a gesture, and the Griffin obediently left the two of them and walked to the south end of the square in the air, as if to act as the referee of the duel .
"It seems that we have made up our minds." Roland nodded, pulled out Frost Grief behind him, and the huge sword edge cast a narrow cold light beside the sword holder, "Come on, warriors should use their swords talking."
As soon as the words fell, the long sword around Katoli’s waist was already out of its sheath, and it shot at the opponent like lightning—the Bauhinia and the Balrog’s whip are completely different, it does not rely on physical force to obtain kinetic energy, but follows the owner’s will Any attack—even if it is blocked with a weapon like Shuangwai, the sword edge that is knocked away can turn its head and counterattack like a living snake in an instant, leaving no time to breathe.
But the Jingwang sword couldn't stop Roland's pace. The death knight is like a peregrine falcon shuttling between lightning and flint. Even if it is occasionally forced to the dead corner of the power grid, the precise and quick attack of the great sword is enough to clear the siege. In the blink of an eye, the black figure came in front of Katoli . Frost Lament slashed down with the frost-wrapped blade, bringing a blue light in the target's eyes.
The girl dodged the blow sideways, but the broad arc of light suddenly changed direction before it hit the ground, changing from a vertical cut to a sweeping one, cutting right in the middle towards the girl jumping in the air—similar to the one on the Berzhidin city wall a long time ago. The moves are almost exactly the same, but this time, the speed and power of the attack have increased sharply, and the defenders have been prepared for a long time—the Bauhinia merged into one successfully sealed the trajectory of Frost's Grief.
Even if he was mentally prepared and used weapons as a buffer, Roland's domineering attack was still not to be underestimated. Under the powerful momentum, Catoli's petite body was immediately bounced several meters away. But the moment it hit the ground, the girl regained her balance.
"You haven't mastered Yunyao yet, and even your swordsmanship is very rigid, which is not how Bauhinia is used." The death knight's tone was still without a trace of emotion, "Do you want to defeat the legendary Dark Eagle just at this level? ?”
"You don't need to talk nonsense here~!" The girl gritted her teeth, turned her wrist violently, and interrupted the other party's words with her actions.
The Bauhinia danced and sprinkled a large piece of purple-gold lightning towards Roland, as if it was a hurricane that would destroy everything, enveloping the prey tightly in the shadow of swords, lights and swords. However, no matter how tricky Katoli's attack angle was and how frequently her speed changed, her attack still couldn't hurt Roland at all, and the big sword glowing with faint blue light swirled under the control of the Dark Eagle. Then, like an impenetrable iron wall, it swung away every sword the girl swung.
After a few rounds, a gap was finally torn open in the offensive built by Jinsuo and the nine-stage sword. Roland saw the opportunity, and the giant sword slashed down through the wind, sweeping towards Katoli with a bright arc of light. There was no room for maneuver at all, the girl had to hold the sword with both hands to block it with all her strength, but the strong sword did not cause the slightest delay because of this, it just turned slightly to one side.
Katori's steps suddenly became chaotic, a wound was cut on her left shoulder, and blood was slowly oozing from it. The death knight saw it, but he didn't take the opportunity to attack. Instead, he withdrew his sword to distance himself.
"How does it feel like pain?" The flames in Roland's eyes trembled slightly. "You know you're not my opponent, but you still want to fight at all costs? This level of 'finishing' will only destroy yourself."
"Shut up, what qualifications do you have to preach here~!?" Katoli's words trembled, the girl tried her best to suppress the fluctuating emotions, and retorted loudly, "You are not only an avenger, but also a shameful betrayer ~! Now that I’m only hypocritically speaking the truth, is it to soften my determination, or is it just to numb your own conscience?”
"I understand..." Roland replied slowly, "In that case, I'll give you a chance." After he finished speaking, he took a step forward, pointing the sword of Frost Wraith to the ground, which was the standard posture of a knight's stab - in Katoli Now that he has been injured, if he continues to fight the war of attrition, the result will be very obvious. However, Roland is willing to give up his advantage and insists on one blow to determine the outcome.
That's right... You can only get real relief if you defeat me from the front, right? Do you think so, Roland Strife? Katoli didn't speak anymore, she pursed her pale lips tightly, and with a flick of her wrist, the nine-sectioned bauhinia instantly "swished" into a long sword that radiated dazzling light.
She no longer intends to rely on the power of the Jingwang Sword, but decides to simply win by speed, destroying the enemy in the gap swept by Frost Lamentation. The girl clenched the weapon with both hands, the cold blade was like a thunderbolt, and the murderous aura emanating from it enveloped Roland. The death knight on the opposite side still maintains the thrusting posture of the sword pointing to the ground. His giant sword is like his person, standing proudly like a towering mountain.
A sneer rose from the corner of Katoli's mouth, the long sword was like lightning, the speed was beyond the reach of the wind, and the sharp edge of the bauhinia pierced directly into Roland's chest. Everything happened in the blink of an eye, but for the two people within the confrontation distance, that short moment seemed as long as a lifetime.
Sure enough... still not working? The girl thought desperately.
The time and angle of Shuang Wai's strikes were all extremely precise, she couldn't dodge at all, if she didn't retreat, she would only become another dead soul under the sword. However, even knowing this, she still stabbed the long sword forward, and her body also leaned forward, as if hitting the tip of Roland's sword.
The stagnant air was torn apart by the light aroused by the bauhinia, making a faint whistling sound, and the sharp blades close at hand were like bloodthirsty fangs. However, in the death knight's water-colored pupils, what is more dazzling is the desperate flame in the girl's eyes. Those innocent eyes are like fragile and sharp razors, cutting Roland's soul bit by bit.
In the next instant, the frozen time between the two flowed again.
The sword finally tasted blood.
Roland actually deflected the blade at the last moment, causing Shuang Wai's blade to pass through Katoli's hair~!
The bauhinia pierced the death knight's chest from the front, and under the action of huge inertia, the Jingwang sword didn't stop until it sank into the hilt. Katoli had already crashed into Roland's arms. From a distance, the two seemed to be embracing, but the blood-stained long sword protruding from the back of the deceased looked particularly dazzling.
Katoli finally realized what happened, she raised her head and stared at Roland, their eyes merged together.
"Why?" After a while, the girl murmured. The death knight tried to speak, but before he could answer, his body went limp. Burned by the powerful electric current, his knees were weak, and he fell to his knees.
"Roland~!" Katoli, who came back to her senses, also quickly knelt down, trying to pull the Bauhinia out in a panic, but this action was stopped by the other party—Roland held her hand tightly, and the body of the undead was as cold as ice. Yes, but the girl felt a scorching sting.
"Because... only by doing this, you will be willing to open your heart again." Roland deliberately looked away from each other and turned his head to one side, "Death and destruction may not be able to make up for the sad past, but doing this will definitely make you feel better." Get out of the shadow of memory. If it's Katoli... there won't be a problem."
When the death knight said this, blood gushed from the huge wound on his chest, but his expression remained calm—after all, the undead would not feel the pain that only humans have.
However, the girl could clearly see the sad traces passing by in those water-colored pupils.
"I am a sinful person, and I will do anything for personal revenge. It is your appearance that made me wake up. Without your example, maybe the Dark Eagle can only wander in confusion and pain so far. Thank you, Ka Tori." Roland's words were interrupted by coughing from time to time, "Please don't blame Ishtoli, it's all my fault... Avengers like Dark Eagle are not qualified to interfere in a girl's life, but I am I'm sorry for wantonly approaching you knowingly that I would betray you... "
"It's not because of the agreement with Flora or others... I've always wanted to apologize to you, I'm really sorry." The death knight no longer concealed his painful eyes, and just looked straight at the girl.
"What are you talking about~! If this continues...let me hold the sword..." Katoli's tone was filled with tears.
"The era of Luvis is over, and Ishutori has become the new god. I believe she will be able to change this declining world. And you should live well, because the next is your era. "Roland reached into the damaged breastplate, and carefully took out the pendant exuding warmth and radiance, "This is the 'Eternal Light', which contains love and longing, and has always been guarding me. , will protect you."
The death knight put the teardrop-like treasure into the girl's palm, as if aware of the master's decision, the light of the long-awaited lamp suddenly rose sharply and made a sad sound, but Roland just shook his head.
"I've lived too long for a death knight whose wish came true. Farewell, Katori... Farewell, Ishutori."
The moment the death knight let go of the pendant, the long-suppressed lightning power from the Bauhinia immediately spewed out, tearing apart the pierced victim like a rolling storm. And until the last moment, the deceased with water-colored pupils still maintained a calm expression.
"Roland? Roland~!" Katoli opened her arms to hug him, but she couldn't catch the ashes flying wildly in the air. After the flickering thunder and lightning, only a pile of distorted and deformed fragments of armor remained on the ground, and Frost Wrath was inserted obliquely on the scorched ground alone, like a tombstone made of frost.
Dark Eagle... no, Roland... is dead? Katoli only felt that her mind was blank, but her tears overflowed uncontrollably. The girl just stared at the empty square in front of her, and finally couldn't help covering her face with her hands, and began to cry.
Why was his reason swallowed by hatred, and why didn't he notice his decision earlier
It turned out that this time it was really all lost.
"Catori?" A voice like a silver bell came from behind, she turned around subconsciously, and then, the beautiful figure with black hair and green eyes came into the eyes of mortals.
Suddenly, the oil painting of Star City appeared in Katoli's mind, overlapping with the woman in front of her, and she couldn't help shouting: "Jiu Yuan~!?"
"No, my name is Ishutori." The other party's answer surprised her, and Katoli realized that Kaiou, who was not far away, had already bowed his head respectfully and remained motionless on the ground—even a proud dragon would Surrender before the power of God, let alone a young griffin
Is this... God? The girl stood blankly, then rushed forward as if remembering something, and grabbed Ishutori's hand.
"Roland is your death knight, right? Since you are a god, please save him?" Katoli's voice suddenly choked up, "I know I am not qualified to ask, but... whatever, whatever At what cost..."
"Olin has reached an agreement, so I have no reason to keep him. Can you give him a goal to live?" The goddess looked directly at the other's eyes that were also emerald.
"..." Katoli lowered her head wordlessly.
"Olin has been hurt a lot, and he has also hurt a lot of people. In order to get your heart back, he did not hesitate to make himself suffer the fate of destruction, but for the people who have died, how can everything be restored? "Ishutoli's words revealed a kind of helpless sadness, "That scarred soul will never be able to let go of this, so even if you keep him, it will not help. Rest in peace may be Olin's only choice."
"But why did he leave the living and walk away like that?" The girl's eyes turned red again, "I obviously said a lot of nice things..."
"No, Olin still exists in this world." The goddess shook her head, and in the next moment, Frost's Grief, which was inserted obliquely on the ground, suddenly floated up, and then flew towards Ishutori with a "swish", engraved on the The line of elven characters on the sword body is emitting rippling colors.
Forged in the name of God, you are innocent.
"It's not just the 'Long Light' that guards Olin. Because he is also the most important person to me." The goddess showed a gentle smile, stroking the line of words with her slender fingers. Her words made Katoli's absent-minded eyes light up.
"Is Roland still alive?" The girl confirmed cautiously, as if she was afraid that the other party would give a negative answer.
"It can't be said to be 'alive', he just... went to a far, far away place." Ishutoli's eyes dimmed, and he drifted to the end of the earth. As she spoke, she stretched out the snow-white wings on her back, and the radiant entity shook slightly, sending her into the deep sky
In the hanging garden, the last two thousand death knights knelt on one knee, waiting for the god of the new era to give them blessings; the lich stood quietly, with joy and desire in their burning eyes; The dragons perched on the branches of the crown of the world tree, staring silently at the pair of wings shining on all beings in the three realms; and from Katori's position, Ishutoli seemed to be standing in the center of the stars.
"You can hear the voices of the whole world... love, hate, life, death, joy, sadness, pride, loss, hope, despair... all wills can be clearly felt." Ishutoli whispered to himself, overlooking This vast land belongs to the gods. The continuous mountains protrude from the twilight, the long blue river meanders on the earth, and the colorful stars surround it, "Yes, I have finally become a god, although it is not complete, but one day, the world will deny and stagnate, Definitely progress."
"And at that time, my obsession can be realized, I heard Feng Zheng say that."
death knight part 2 dawn
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The Third Birth Prologue Light and Shadow
This is a land that has been silent for many years, perhaps abandoned by people in the world. Here, apart from the cold moonlight, all you can see are the tombstones. However, today is a bit different. A transfer phalanx suddenly appeared in front of the gate of the cemetery, and the surging arcane power made everything that was forgotten be covered with a short-lived brilliance.
Walking out of the magic circle were two mysterious visitors. The guide in front had short silver hair, and icy flames were burning in his pupils. When this figure in a black robe walked among the tombstones, he was like a ghost who was born wandering in the cemetery, without any sense of life. breath. Followed by a beautiful human woman, her long golden hair was lifted by the caress of the breeze, and her blue eyes were reflected by the hazy moonlight, but the most eye-catching thing was her shoulders. handle weapon.
It was a huge two-handed sword. Although the body of the sword was covered by the cloak, its length could be estimated from the protruding hilt—perhaps exceeding the height of the owner himself, and it was very heavy just to carry it , not to mention the situation when wielding it in battle.
When walking through the dilapidated gate, the human woman suddenly turned around and made a gesture. Then, a vigorous beast came out from the lurking darkness and approached the owner's side.
"Kaiou, wait for me in the nearby forest, I will come soon." The female swordsman softly ordered the griffin. The other party immediately uttered a cry, then spread its wide wings and flew into the quiet sky.
"Richard, take a closer look, the sky of Canados is really similar to Lorentan." The woman said with emotion as she watched the Griffin leave.
"That's because the latitude of this place is basically the same as that of the other side." Lich briefly explained, "This is the southern continent of Canados, and one hundred and fifty kilometers to the east is the famous Great Lourdes, in Reynas In the era, it was known as the 'Holy Capital', and even though the city is not as good as it used to be, it is still considered the most prosperous area in the entire continent."
"So what about here?" The sensitive woman noticed the wavering in the other party's words.
"Is it here?" Richard looked towards the end of the cemetery, "About three hundred years ago, this place was called the 'Tomb of the Sages', and it was the cemetery where famous mages were buried, but I'm afraid it has become abandoned today. Wasteland."
"But your teleportation point is set up here." The other party asked persistently, "You who have not set foot on the Canados continent for nearly a hundred years and canceled almost all the teleportation points will keep it for this abandoned cemetery." What is the reason for sending the beacon of the phalanx?"
"... Pharoside, I have to admit that your insight is extraordinary." The lich sighed, "Come with me." He said and strode forward.
The two walked for a long time in the cemetery, and finally stood in front of a simple tombstone.
"A good friend of mine is buried here," Richard said with deep nostalgia in his voice. "In the era when knowledge was imprisoned, she was as eager to explore the secrets of magic as I am. And, without her Self-sacrifice, it is impossible for me to stand here... Maybe I died in a magical accident three hundred years ago?"
"Is it... a lover?" the woman named Faro asked cautiously.
"If there hadn't been that accident, who knows what would have happened?" The Lich replied with a rhetorical question, "But I believe you might be interested in her. Read the name engraved on the tombstone."
"Alice Strife..." the girl read it again, but the next moment, her voice suddenly trembled, "Alice Strife? Same name as Roland~!?"
"Although there is no definite evidence, I think Alice is indeed one of Roland's ancestors. See, you now know one more thing about Roland."
This sentence made Farrow's face slightly hot.
"However, it's useless no matter how you understand it. Knowing a person from the side is completely different from actually meeting that person." Richard looked at the other person meaningfully, "When you look at Roland face to face, do you think What to say to him?"
"What are you talking about?" The beautiful woman lowered her head involuntarily, "I have experienced a lot in the past seven years. If possible, I really want to talk to him about the happy things and the sad things. I want to talk about everything. To share with him…”
"But the most important thing is," Faro raised his head and looked up at the vast starry sky, where the pale gold star called "Lover" was shining somewhere in the sky, "I want to tell him that I miss him endlessly."
"This year is the seventh year of the Ishutoli calendar, which is the eighth year after New Dawn." A cadenced voice said slowly, "Everyone, after long-term planning and preparation, this year should be the year of strategic implementation." At critical times, and ... when it must be implemented, we have no choice."
Keslier Lake is located in the middle of the mainland. There used to be a prosperous town here a long time ago, but after a certain catastrophe, this place has become the deepest freshwater lake in the entire Canados, leaving only the ruins at the bottom of the lake to record the ancient history. . For hundreds of years, the wreckage of the building sleeping under a thousand-meter depth of water has never been disturbed—except for some mysterious projections that come regularly.
At this moment, the water in this hall has been squeezed out by the magic power. In the room illuminated by the magic candle, there is an ice-sculpted round table and five chairs, and a magic projection sits on each chair. These magic projections look like black mist, gathering and dispersing from time to time, making it impossible to see the face at all, just as mysterious as the real body hidden behind it.
However, the shadow who spoke first just now was obviously more authoritative than the other four—not only did he have a wider chair, but there was also a silent magic projection standing behind him.
"Ixiutoli may have sensed our existence, that's why he took such an approach—not recruiting any believers, and not revealing the true purpose of conferring the gods to anyone except the imperial guards." The chief speaker carefully Looking back, "In addition, our power in Lorendan is relatively weak, so we failed to take timely measures. It was not until the other party became a god that she discovered that her ultimate goal was to find the 'end'."
"But we have also been preparing for seven years, and now is a great time~! Seven years ago, the death knights were scattered on several continents and searched separately, but now they have all poured into Canados. It's not a coincidence, and it's definitely not a sleight of hand, the last star child is obviously on the Canados continent~! And in this land, almost all the forces are under our influence, we can directly..." A shadow on the right Started to speak, but stopped mid-sentence—the chief speaker waved his hand slightly.
"You are wrong, 'Black Knight'. Our power is limited to secret manipulation, not direct confrontation. The power of a death knight is by no means comparable to that of ordinary humans, not to mention that Ishutori has become a true god, so we must be more cautious. "The chief speaker paused, and then asked, "'Archmage', how many undead are coming to Canados now?"
"Nearly 2,000 death knights and 73 liches. They are scattered and lurking in various places, but they have a tight communication network. Once they find the Star Child, they will gather in a short time." Answered for the shadow of the "Great Mage", "Unfortunately, the number of enemies we can monitor is less than half of the total. It is almost impossible to eliminate them. As a strategist, I am only good at balancing forces, not instigating war."
"It is enough. I have found an ally. He is very dangerous, but he can provide powerful assistance." The chief speaker nodded, "There is no need to reveal too much about this matter, but I will first use the 'clown 'the power of."
The second shadow on the right bowed his head respectfully.
"As for the three of you, 'Black Knight', 'Archmage' and 'King', please continue to monitor at the moment. At the critical moment, I will ask you to use all your strength to completely eliminate the opponent under the condition of partial advantage." Speaker Speaking in a firm tone, even though there was only a shadow of nothingness in front of them, the other five people could still feel the attachment from each other.
"We have only one goal, to kill 'The End'. Never let Ishutori's wish come true~!"
The meeting is over. One by one, the shadows disappeared into the air, the magical radiance faded, the lake flooded into the room, melting the table and chairs, and everything returned to silence. However, the huge undercurrent hidden in the continent is still flowing tirelessly, trying to change something that ordinary people cannot touch.
That existence called destiny.