fifth day.
The crystal cluster giants are still coming like a tide, the monsters from the Holy Spirit Plain seem to be in a constant stream, and the power of people... has reached the limit.
The arcane energy gathered into rounds of lightning storms, and the destructive force was constantly licking the crumbling energy barrier of the San Sunil shield. An extremely disturbing low howling sound echoed throughout the shield. It reverberated inside, as if thousands of people were roaring, and as if a gap leading to the abyss was not breaking in the depths of the earth—the barrier that was once complete and intact was actually riddled with holes, and large pieces of fragmented noise spots Covering the sky above the city, those noise spots and the screams filling the shield all reminded the guards of the city that the shield was about to disintegrate.
The overactive magic power is accumulating above the plain, and it has begun to affect the sky. It should be summer, but the whole city is swept by gusts of cold wind. Flying wildly in the gust of wind, under the king's banner, scarred and exhausted knights and soldiers were trapped next to the catapults and large ballistas, trapped behind the wall, looking down with a kind of numb tenacity plain.
The stone bullets and giant crossbow bolts used to defend the city are still piled up on the city walls, but less than a third of the ballistas and trebuchets are still fighting—because the magicians who enchanted the ammunition have exhausted their mana.
Mana is something that is more easily exhausted than physical strength, and it is also a factor that is more easily affected by the environment. A mage must be in a relatively stable environment to recover quickly. However, at this moment, the entire city of Saint-Sunil is shrouded in a turbulent magic field. It means that the human spirit is not a machine after all, and it is impossible to meditate smoothly in such a magical environment. The Wang family mages did their best to maintain the firepower of the defense line, but as this fierce battle beyond human imagination continued day by day, more and more middle and low-level mages temporarily lost the ability to continue to control magic power, and these mages His exit is the beginning of the inevitable collapse of the entire defense line.
Without the assistance of a battle mage, conventional stone bullets and crossbow bolts have little effect on those cluster giants.
Wales was wearing a patterned armor that had been stained with a lot of blood and had a lot of scars. He carried the King's Sword and walked slowly across the southern city wall. The cold wind shuttled between the shield and the city wall, rolling behind him. cloak and forehead hair.
He walked through a section of the city wall that had just undergone fierce battles—the shield of this section had been pierced once, and the powerful arcane arc shattered large pieces of stone bricks, leaving groups of scorched black remnants on the ground. He and the mages urgently re-fortified the ground here, repaired the trebuchets here, and the new soldiers replaced the previous team that was all killed in battle, and continued to stand here.
A knight in broken armor was leaning against a nearby wall stack, and the emblem of the Royal Knights could still be vaguely seen on his breastplate. He raised his head slightly, his face covered in blood, motionless, as if he had been dead for a long time.
Wales really thought that the knight was killed in battle, but when the horn sounded in the distance and the monster hit the barrier again, the blood-stained knight turned over instantly, rushed to the nearest trebuchet, and began to command the soldiers to launch a counterattack.
The new king looked at all this and said nothing. He walked on, inspecting the walls he had sworn to hold.
Another frightening whistling sound resounded from the shield, and the entire city of Saint-Sunil shook violently as if shrouded in a big bell.
A moment later, the wind rang, and Baldwin Franklin, who was wearing the robe of the Eye of Arcane, landed beside Wales under the wind, and said quickly, "Your Majesty, the shield node in the southern region has just been burned."
"I heard the howl..." Wales said quietly. "How long will it last?"
Duke Baldwin raised his hand and pointed to the rapidly spreading noise above the capital: "...it has already begun to collapse."
The great shield of San Sunil is collapsing—it has endured a pressure far beyond the design threshold in the past few days. At this moment, all nodes have been partially or completely destroyed, and what is even more deadly is that the magic power core underground in the capital has been destroyed. Unable to provide enough energy, the lack of energy is triggering a chain reaction of shield decomposition, causing its nodes to be devoured and melted one by one by the magic power of backlash.
Someone on the city wall also noticed the collapsing big shield, but no one left the line of defense. Wales just watched the scene of the big shield disintegrating calmly, and said softly after a few seconds: "We should listen to the Grand Duke Victoria. Suggestion, expand the magic net and connect it with the big shield."
"Too many people have doubts about Cecil's technology. Now, it's time to accept the price."
Wales didn't speak, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the Holy Light Cathedral.
A majestic brilliance is erupting from the top of that ancient cathedral, filled with an endless solemn and vast aura.
It was expected that the large shield could not hold on to the arrival of reinforcements, but after the shield collapsed and before the gap was filled with human life, Saint-Sunil still had the last layer of the city wall to resist.
"The divine power has been entrenched in this royal capital for so many years, and it is time to fulfill their duties."
The god descending ceremony has reached the final critical stage, and the Great Light Hall has become a sea of holy light.
The cloud top of the holy light floating on the top of the hall all the year round fell to the ground, just like the legendary divine vision before the coming of the kingdom of heaven. In the infiltration of the cloud top of the holy light, every pillar and every sculpture of the Great Light Hall seemed to be wrapped in a A layer of crystal-like shell made the "City of Light Forged" described in the sacred books come to the world. In this ocean filled with holy light, bishops wearing luxurious cassocks and crowns are piously praising the Holy Spirit. With the power of the God of Light, layers of prayers surged along with the sea of holy light clouds in the hall, and they continued to gather towards the Pope standing in the center of the hall—
St. Ivan III stood there, holding the platinum scepter symbolizing divine power. He raised the hand holding the scepter high, and hit the scepter heavily on the ground for the first time:
"Blessed be the name of the Lord, may your will be enforced on the earth, so that the earth may be bathed in grace, and all beings may be sheltered and forgiven!"
The light poured out from the pores of the pope's facial features, as if a powerful light source was filling his body, and he was trying hard to break free from the shackles of flesh and blood.
Amidst the bishops' chorus of praise, he struck the ground for the second time with his staff:
"Blessed be the name of the Lord, may your will be enforced in the sky, so that the world will shine brightly, evil will have no place to hide, and darkness will have no place to hide!"
The brilliance flowed on the Pope, condensing a taller and more vast virtual image. This virtual image vaguely still has the face of the Pope, but behind it, there are more illusory and overlapping shadows, as if the faces and figures of countless people are condensed. Together, they form a splendid image of a giant.
Finally, he slammed his staff against the ground for the third time:
"Blessed be the name of the Lord, you are the first refuge in the darkness, the first hope that mortals seek, all beings will always seek the light, just as you will always shelter all beings - you are the origin and the end, you are the eternal, the eternal No end, we hope that you will come to this world under your protection, as it was in the past, and it is the same today—"
A burst of holy and illusory bells exploded, overwhelming all the prayers and praises in the Great Hall of Light, and the bell tower of the entire Holy Light Cathedral also rang, and the real and illusory bells echoed each other.
While the bell was ringing, a bright and bright mirror image suddenly emerged from the body of St. Ivan III. This mirror image overlapped with the glorious giant standing behind him. The two quickly merged and suddenly rose up—
Over the Holy Light Cathedral, a giant with a height of 100 meters slowly stood up.
The divine descent ceremony was a success.
On the city wall of Saint-Sunil, Welsh Moen quietly watched the radiant giant stand up from the city, and watched the radiance he released quickly spread towards the city wall, and he couldn't help feeling a little moved.
"Is that the power of the gods..."
With a sigh, the large shield that has covered the capital until now has finally reached its operating limit. Accompanied by a series of weird whistling and tearing sounds, large areas of noise quickly covered the barrier, and in the next instant it was torn apart, turning into The turbulent particles of light sprinkled on the capital, and almost at the same time as the shield collapsed, the light-cast giant opened his hands, and the crystal-like walls of light pierced the dirty clouds over the plain, layer upon layer. protected the entire city wall.
The irrational crystal cluster monsters are not afraid of the power from the gods at all. Instead, they are excited by the sudden appearance of huge energy and start roaring frantically. The attack becomes even crazier. Countless giants use lightning, use their bodies, and even Bombarded that layer of "new shield" with self-explosion, but the light-forged giant just maintained the posture of opening its arms, and the shield wall covering the entire city remained motionless.
This is Saint Ivan III's divine descent technique, which can put the entire King Ansu in a temporary invincible state of "heaven on earth"!
Baldwin Franklin stared at the giant of light that protected the entire capital, and couldn't help sighing softly: "Unfortunately, if St. Ivan III was twenty years younger... no, even ten years younger, The divine descent technique can last for more than three days, and Saint Sunil can hold on until the reinforcements arrive... "
Wales didn't respond to Baldwin's words. He just frowned and glanced across the southern city wall—under the baptism of the holy light, countless tired soldiers recovered their physical strength, and wave after wave of spiritual encouragement brought them into joy. In a state of gratitude, the soldiers took out the Holy Light amulets and began to pray, and even the few who did not believe in the God of Holy Light couldn't help praising the name of the God of Holy Light at this moment.
He took a slight breath and raised the long sword in his hand: "Take time to rest! Eat, drink, check weapons, don't waste time!!
"God's descent has a time limit! When it ends, only our flesh and blood will be left in San Sunil's line of defense!
"This is our last chance to rest—take it and hold on until reinforcements arrive!!"
In the king's shout, the soldiers immersed in gratitude to the Holy Light suddenly woke up. They realized that the safety in front of them was actually quite short-lived. The great shield of Saint-Sunil had collapsed. The old man forcibly released the magic to maintain it. After realizing this, everyone on the city wall immediately took action, began to drink and eat, took the time to rest, and adjusted their state to prepare for the final challenge.
In the Holy Light Cathedral, in the corridor in front of the entrance of the Great Hall of Light, Veronica was quietly watching the closed door alone.
In order to ensure the safety of the divine descent technique, all the attendants and lower-level priests have been dismissed. At this moment, only a team of ascetic monks and a team of inner court knights are guarding outside the building, and she is the only one in the corridor leading to the hall.
"God's descent technique..." Veronica said softly, the solemn and sacred aura kept escaping from behind the front door, faintly echoing the holy light on her body, but dispersed clearly at the moment of fusion, "This time, it is really the purest sample in seven hundred years..."
Accompanied by whispering to himself softly, the "Saint Princess" walked towards the front door unhurriedly, and then pushed open the door of the Great Light Hall indifferently.
The turbulent holy light instantly filled Veronica's sight, and wave after wave of light surged towards her, but all the light turned into a gentle stream of light when it approached her, quietly Dissipated without a sound.
In the hall, the devoutly praying bishops did not seem to sense anyone entering the space at all. Every bishop in a state of prayer maintained the same posture, like a puppet that was running automatically. Only the pope in the center of the hall was facing The appearance of Veronica produced a reaction. This "spokesperson" who has been faintly integrated with the holy light and has countless streams of light flowing through his body slowly raised his eyelids, and made a rusty voice: "Vero... Nika... why did you... suddenly... come in..."
"Just to inform you that this experimental project is over."
The pope's thinking is obviously in a very slow state: "Experiment... project?"
Veronica smiled slightly, and unhurriedly put her hand on the platinum scepter in Saint Ivan III's hand, and said softly: "Yes, it's about the nature of the gods and the laws of operation."
"What are you doing..." The Pope's voice finally regained a little bit of human quality. He seemed to be trying to break free from this state of sluggish thinking, and a certain panic appeared in his tone, "You will... Destroy all this... this city..."
Veronica held the platinum scepter and pulled it out of St. Ivan III's hand little by little: "No, the God's Descent will continue, and the city will not be destroyed, but that It has nothing to do with your god."
As the platinum scepter was stripped off, St. Ivan III's voice finally became smooth, and his tone was full of shock, anger and astonishment: "Who the hell are you?!"
"It's just a rebel," Veronica smiled, and lightly tapped the tip of the scepter on Saint Ivan III. "The Norton royal family sends their greetings to you and the master behind you."
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