The platinum scepter was lightly tapped on the pope, and a soaring holy light suddenly descended. For a moment, the old body of St. Ivan III became tall and strong, as if he had suddenly absorbed power through some mysterious method, He returned to his peak state, but his resistance only lasted for less than a second—the holy light that fell from the sky did not protect him, nor did the holy light floating around him, and all the holy light around him seemed to become The deadly flame began to burn the body of St. Ivan III. In the glorious flames, he looked at Veronica in horror: "Why..."
"Essentially, the holy light is just a kind of energy," Veronica calmly watched as the body of St. Ivan III dissipated in the radiant flames, with the gentle and calm expression on her face, but her tone was as Machine-like indifference, "When the way you use energy is too backward, your piety will be useless."
St. Ivan III's body fell apart, and in the end, only a sentence full of resentment echoed in the Great Hall of Light with endless obsession: "The deceiver...you will be...destroyed by...the Lord..."
The glorious flames gradually subsided, and the Great Hall of Light returned to its previous state. The sea of holy light clouds was still surging amid the sound of prayers, and the bishops who bowed their heads in prayer still maintained their postures, as if they hadn't seen what happened. Veronica held the platinum scepter in her hand, and the focus of the divine descent technique had shifted from St. Ivan III to her. Under the gaze of the God of Holy Light, her body began to split little by little.
"Destroy... Maybe," Veronica said softly. Holding the platinum scepter, she walked to the Holy See of the Pope step by step. As her body continued to break open more cracks filled with light, she sat down slowly. Go on, "But that's okay, 'we' have a lot of…"
In the next second, her head drooped heavily, and she collapsed on the wide seat like a ceramic doll that was about to be broken, and her vitality completely left the body.
But only a moment later, she raised her head again, and the cracks all over her body began to repair at an alarming speed, and a stiff voice sounded from her mouth: "Reactivate this interface... re-download personality data..."
A moment later, Veronica, who was completely restored to her original appearance, sat quietly on the holy throne, holding the platinum scepter tightly in her hand, and the devoutly praying bishops fell one after another in her vision, turning into holy light The fuel of the torch, while her gaze was cast forward, as if penetrating the entire church, penetrating the entire city, and falling on the distant city wall.
The bells of the cathedral were ringing, and the brilliance was mighty. The majestic divine power from the Great Hall of Light experienced a short period of imperceptible fluctuations, and regained its stability. However, this small fluctuation was covered by the powerful holy light that enveloped the entire church. Nobody noticed what was happening in this temple...
The night of the fifth day was illuminated by the brilliance of the divine descent technique. When the huge sun rose, the brilliant morning glow sprinkled on the ancient royal city. This city full of glory still stood on the earth.
This is the morning of the sixth day.
Under the impact of the collapse of the large shield, all the mage towers were severely damaged. After barely running for half a day, they finally stopped working. As a result, Saint Sunil's magical defense power collapsed when the sixth day came.
Under the leadership of several court mages, all the remaining mages who were still able to fight stood on the city wall, preparing to launch a final wave of magic strikes against the monsters in a way that almost killed them all.
Welsh Moen looked at those figures in robes, as if he was watching the kingdom's hundreds of years of accumulation gradually go to destruction.
Extraordinary people are the foundation of a country, and extraordinary people like mages are more vulnerable to losses than knights—because in most cases, mages are not only extraordinary people who are good at fighting, but also master countless inherited knowledge. Scholars are not necessarily excellent mages, but all mages must be excellent scholars. These scholars... should have stayed in a relatively safe environment to study knowledge and use wisdom to promote the country.
After contacting a lot of information about the Principality of Cecil, Wales confirmed this even more.
But now, Saint Sunil's defense has almost collapsed, and these mages who possess a lot of knowledge and wisdom have no choice but to stand on the city wall, to serve as flesh and blood shields, as expendable weapons, and die cheaply and quickly in this place. place…
In the previous battles, the large shield could at least block most of the enemy's attacks. Even if the defenders suffered constant casualties, most mages could rely on the large shield to protect themselves, but now the large shield has disappeared. If the effect of the God's Arrival technique ends, the fragile mages may suffer heavy casualties immediately.
In the inner city behind him, the glorious giant who came to the human world through the divine descent technique has begun to dim, and the monument-shaped barriers surrounding the king's capital have also shown signs of illusory shaking. These phenomena all indicate one thing: God The power of surgery is coming to an end.
Baldwin Franklin's voice came from behind Wales: "Your Majesty, the whole city has collected fire oil, which can support the battle for more than two days."
Wales turned his head and saw that the Duke of the Western Territory was no longer as tidy as usual. His battle robe was damaged in many places, and traces of smoke and stains could be seen everywhere on his body. A tired look was deeply imprinted on his face. .
But even so, the duke still maintained a calm and dignified demeanor with ease, as if these qualities had been deeply imprinted in his blood.
The new king exhaled lightly: "Okay, with the fire oil, we can at least repel one or two waves of attacks..."
Those monsters are afraid of fire. This is the intelligence that the soldiers on the southern defense lines exchanged their lives for. Under normal circumstances, large-scale flames on the battlefield must be created by mages—but if there are no mages, or mages The strength of the army is no longer sufficient to maintain the firepower of the entire defense line
Use hemp rope soaked in kerosene and wrap it around the stone bomb. After being ignited, it can replace the stone ball ignited by the magic flames. Pour the kerosene down the city wall, and it can still ignite a raging fire wall under the city that is no less than a scorching land. In the absence of magical power support, there are still some alternatives.
"Where did Cecil's army go?"
"The last time I received news was last night that they had already crossed the river channel of the valley corridor and were speeding towards this side."
As the support army got closer and closer, the communication spell was able to establish a relatively stable connection, and Baldwin Franklin began to receive clear messages from Victoria. The establishment of stable communication greatly encouraged all the defenders. It's one of the reasons the defense has held up to this day.
Wales thought for a moment, then looked up at the mages on the city wall.
"Let the mages withdraw." The new king said succinctly.
"His Majesty?"
"We can't let all the best scholars in the kingdom die here," Wales said quickly, "Without the protection of a large shield and this kind of frontal group combat, it is difficult for these already exhausted mages to play a role , They survive, it is more valuable than dying here. The city gate in the northwest corner should still be open now, right?"
"Smooth."
There are countless crystal cluster monsters around Saint-Sunil, but not the whole city has been besieged. Today, the gate to the northwest of the capital is still passable. The limited support from the Western Territory Legion entered the city through this gate. .
"Prepare to arrange for the evacuation of the scholars, including these mages," Welsh's tone revealed no doubt, "send the city from the northwest corner."
"Your Majesty," Baldwin couldn't help but say, "I'm afraid this will cause agitation..."
"As long as I don't withdraw, the defenses will not be shaken," Welsh interrupted the Duke of Westmarch, "and I don't want these mages to flee-I want them to survive this battle. This city will hold, armor Those who hold the sword will hold it, but after holding it, we need those with pen and paper to rebuild it."
"... yes, Your Majesty."
The Duke of the Westlands left to carry out the king's orders, and Wales' attention was refocused near the city walls, on those barriers of holy light that could be extinguished at any time.
After an unknown amount of time, his eyes suddenly turned to the sky with a feeling.
A few small black dots appeared between the clouds in the distance at some unknown time, and under the bright and brighter morning sun, those few black dots were rapidly approaching Saint-Sunil.
A few minutes later, when the black dots began to decrease in height, Wales finally saw what they were with the help of the transcendent's vision——
It is a giant eagle surrounded by several griffins.
Wales watched them with wide eyes, watching them rush towards the capital in a near-suicide dive, and as their flight altitude continued to decrease, the cluster legion gathered on the plain finally responded—albeit in a state of frenzy However, those monsters still launched an instinctive attack on the uninvited guests who broke into their "air domain". Electric arcs burst from the ground to the sky, intersecting and weaving into a shining giant net, and at the edge of this giant net, Giant eagles and griffins danced over the clouds and over the walls of San Sunil.
They dropped something from the sky.
Those things bounced in mid-air, stretched, fluttered with the wind, and at the same time had vivid colors, and Wales quickly saw what those things that were floating down, like cloth—
It's Cecil's banner.
The king slowly opened his eyes, and then suddenly laughed.
The founding hero arrived a day earlier than promised.
As a large number of Cecil flags stretched high in the sky and fell with the wind, the bells of the Holy Light Cathedral in the inner city that resounded throughout the city gradually faded away.
The effect of God's descent is over.
The light-forged giant floating above the city shattered and turned into countless scattered holy lights that scattered in the air, and the holy light barrier protecting the king's capital was also cracked and disappeared in a short time.
The crystal cluster monsters on the entire plain became restless.
Cecil's flag fluttered down with the wind, and amid the sudden boost in morale, the Welsh sword pointed to the sky:
"For Ansu!!"
Saint-Sunil, the shouts overwhelm the clouds.
On the banks of the Gorgon River, artillery fire roared.
Three inland battleships lined up along the river bank, and the rest of the gunboats and small gunboats lined up on the river. Large and small close-in defense guns and light main guns were aimed at the east bank of the river. The magic power flashed continuously, and the entire beach was bombarded.
On the bridge of the Trailblazer, Byron's loud voice was almost as loud as the gunfire outside:
"Suppress firepower, suppress firepower, quickly clear the landing field!"
"Follow-up freighters keep up, all follow!"
"Quick, quick, release the springboard, release the springboard! Put the ground troops down!!"
Under the cover of the gunboat, the crystal cluster monsters entrenched in the entire east bank area were quickly cleared, and the armored cargo ships approached the river beach suitable for landing one by one. Under the action of the device, it extended to the river bank, and the tanks and multi-purpose combat vehicles that were already ready to go drove onto the ground one after another, and quickly established a push-type defense line on the land.
With the roar of tank guns, the marine troops also rushed to the river bank.
On the bridge of the Pioneer, an image of Sonia was appearing on the Magic Net terminal in front of Gawain: "...just flew over San Sunil...the signal has been dropped...they are still holding on..."
Gawain looked back at Byron who had finally calmed down: "Can we reach Saint-Sunil from this position?"
"It's beyond the theoretical range—but you can try it," Byron's loud voice sounded again, "If the accuracy is not guaranteed, I can hit the shells on the plains south of San Sunil at the right angle, but No one knows exactly where it will fall, anyway, it will definitely not hit the capital."
"Fire it," Gawain nodded slightly, "tell those monsters that we are here."
"Did you hear that! Boys!" Byron blushed, waving his arms and turned to his crew, "Overload the main gun, fuck it!!"