There is already chaos on the battlefield.
The northern sky was blazing, and thick black smoke hung from the sky. The corpse of the world despoiler Tast is like a mountain crawling on the horizon. The body of the crystalline structure is covered with tangled vines. A hole full of cracks penetrates through its body, staring quietly ahead—
There, the dimmed canopy of Valhalla is regaining its luster little by little, and the dazzling beam of light that directly connects to the heavens and the earth is engraved in the memory of everyone who has witnessed it like a green dream. The roots of the giant tree were reinserted into the ground, and the magical brilliance of Yingying flowing under the plateau could be seen from dozens of miles away.
But Valhalla is almost equivalent to withdrawing from the battle.
The high-ranking lord of the crystal cluster inserted straight into the cloud and stood on the other side of the giant tree, constantly attacking Valhalla's protection. Every time it hits the hemispherical light net, it violently shakes the striving fortress. The Valkyries have already taken off, riding around Fara and attacking, but from a distance it looks like a silver light spot next to an amethyst mountain range—the errata Fara’s huge body suddenly shows tens of thousands of purple light arrays. Bunches of purple streamers shot out, and the Valkyries were instantly flooded by the purple sea of light, and people were hit and dropped from time to time.
A silver arc suddenly penetrated the purple sea of light, and Tulaman finally completed his spell, and the surface of the crystal that was tens of feet in radius collapsed. Farah screamed in pain, as if a shock wave swept across, and the sea of crystal clusters within a kilometer of the surrounding area was short.
And this is just a silhouette on this vast battlefield.
Thick smoke and dust have almost enveloped the entire battlefield. People have lost contact with most of the troops. People on the battlefield often have to fight on their own. Fortunately, the crystal clusters also lost one of the three crystal towers.
The white lion knights who initiated the shock had long since been separated from each other.
But Freya continued to move forward, moving in the direction of another crystal tower in the memory. She was already covered in wounds and pushed away a corpse of a crystal cluster with difficulty. In the cracking sound, the saber in her hand broke into several segments.
Freya raised her head with some effort, and the scene of the battlefield intertwined with each other could still be seen in the sky-crystal clusters, giant dragons, floating warships, griffon riders and flying dragoons shuttled across the vast airspace.
But the entire battlefield has long been unable to tell who is, and it has reached the most intense stage.
Amidst the earth-shaking blast, a round of sun seemed to rise in the sky, and the bright brilliance even lit up layers of clouds. The huge black diamond crystal was slowly falling through the clouds from mid-air, leaning against the ground. On the surface of its diamond crystals, dazzling flashes were continuously bursting out, and it was a silver light spot that was hitting this huge body like a floating city.
And every spot of light is a floating warship—
The Bansiyas, Eruins, and Bujas were decisively implementing their tactics, and the floating ships were gradually leaving the formation. Before leaving, they fired artillery to pay tribute to everyone, and then amidst people’s faint tears. The last flash was flashing across the sky.
Fitztorm, the king of black, who has been invincible for seven eras, has come to an end in this battlefield dominated by mortals.
In an astonishing void above its huge body, a silver elven lord with broken armor slowly stood up. He is the hero of the silver elves in this era and has experienced countless wars, but here, maybe this It was his last stop.
He supported one hand on the edge of the broken surface of Fitztom, facing the sound of hunting on the plateau, took off his helmet, and dropped it far away. The helmet rolled and disappeared under the clouds.
Silver blood ran down from his forehead, and Norn wiped it with his hand, and there was also a patch of silver blood on his hand. His partner, a comrade-in-arms for thousands of years, the corpse of the dragon beast was lying quietly in the hollow.
That is the last glory of the Dragon King Cavalry—
He drew out the long sword and threw it down. The long sword drew an arc across the clouds and gradually turned into a shining spot. The Dragon King Cavalry will never leave their weapons to the enemy, even after they die.
Noon suddenly recalled the holy war a thousand years ago.
He stood in the valley and watched his father and brother leave. The elves sang hymns and walked out of the valley where they were raised. Many never returned.
That was the era of glorious return.
It was also an ancient battle.
One such moment.
The light above the clouds disappeared.
Freya slightly squinted her eyes that had been fascinated by the dry blood, and the sky returned to its blood red color. In the center of the airspace, there was a beautiful silver ring.
But it was not a decorative object, but a battlefield between the wizard king Solomon and Heryanov. The two strongest wizards in the world had to stand apart at such a time and such a place.
She looked at the gorgeous silver ring, watched the countless crystal clusters hit it and turned into fragments and fell. Then he lowered his head, bent down to pick up another long sword, and walked forward slowly.
The smoke and dust covered the entire battlefield.
But behind the diffuse smoke, the black sphere in the center of the battlefield has become more and more conspicuous, and a faint coercion surrounds the entire battlefield-a deity is getting closer and closer to this world.
A giant dragon flew across the battlefield from a low altitude, and they were beginning to converge from all directions. Misriel led the dragon group to approach the transmission channel from another direction. The dragons have decided to prevent its formation at all costs.
The power of a deity—even if it is no longer favored by Tiamat's law, it is not comparable to that of ordinary people. It is a power level far above the black king Fitztorm.
But a shadow was cast in front of Misriel.
Yarak the invisible.
A huge crystal wasp flying in the sky with its wings vibrating blocked the dragons.
Vladimir, who was repelled by Solomon again, suddenly stopped. Although he looked a little embarrassed, there was a bruise on his cheek, and even a burnt on the red robe, but he gloated at the dragons in the distance, and suddenly laughed: "The wizard king is worthy of it. It’s the king of wizards, Solomon. Your age has even obscured the light of each of us. People even think that you are the most powerful wizard in the history of the Buga. Although a little jealous, I can’t help but admit the facts. ."
Vladimir-Helyanov's tone was dull and frustrated: "You are indeed very strong, better than each of us, but unfortunately, you still can't change anything." He raised his hands and said loudly, "Look. Look around, no matter how strong you are, are you stronger than the people of God?"
Solomon looked at this man quietly.
In a long time ago, he, Thrando, Yuki and this person, the four of them once supported the Silver Alliance of that era. Together, they experienced a break with the Miner, and joined forces against Tumen, the most powerful spellcaster in mortal history, and jointly formulated the order on the continent for a thousand years after the War of the Saints. From then on, the People of Silver are in the sky. It guards the continent left by Martha.
But what makes him sad is that his old friends are drifting away from him.
Yuki broke with others long ago and died in the glacier.
Although Thrandu did not support the idea of the Sassard, he was emotionally closer to the Red-Blue Alliance.
And the rest of this person.
Far away from them—
"Vladimir," Solomon said quietly, "For the sake of the past, I don't want to kill you personally. Go to the Eruins and the wind elves. At least people will remember the pride of the Sassarders. ."
"This joke is not funny, Solomon, are you going to ask me to apologize to some mortals?" Vladimir sneered: "Do you know why other people don't agree with your ideas, because we are Buga, and we were born to be superior. of."
"No one is aloof, Vladimir. Both you and me come from Tiamat. The grace of Master Martha belongs to everyone in this world, not you and me."
"But that is what we deserve!" Vladimir roared: "I have been tirelessly learning the truth and knowledge of this world, and gained the power and status today. All of this is the result of our hard work. Those mortals rely on What is equal to us?"
"On the basis of what you see right now," Solomon replied, "In this war, mortals did not shed a drop of blood less than us, but they got much less than us-we owed them. Ladimir."
"You are crazy, Solomon!"
"You are crazy."
Solomon replied word by word.
He slowly closed his eyes: "I said one last time, Vladimir, face your own fault. You know who is responsible for this. The glory of the Sasald people comes from reason and knowledge. , Not arrogance and arrogance."
Vladimir sneered coldly: "What if I say no."
Solomon opened his eyes at once, and the majestic and indifferent silver eyes in his eyes no longer existed-what was left were a pair of eyes shining with golden light. It seemed that they were no longer the eyes of the Buga, but the pupils of a pair of dragons, and Vladimir's last words were swallowed back in horror.
"Blood sanctification!" The Sazard wizard leader screamed in horror: "This is the power of existence, how can you touch this level!"
Solomon looked at him indifferently.
A long mottled hair turned to white in an instant.
He only reached out his hand.
Vladimir’s expression was frozen at the last moment. He watched in horror as the Eye of True Knowing in his hand cracked and shattered, and then the silver law lines around his body disappeared one by one, and finally even his own The sense of existence gradually faded, and his body was like gravel, disappearing with the wind.
At the last moment of passing, Vladimir suddenly thought of a word.
The Supreme Law.
destroy.
Solomon took one last look at the place where Vladimir had disappeared, sighed slightly, closed his eyes, and did not open them again for a long time.
…
The city of Valhalla was already in chaos, when the entire fortress quaked violently again. In the hall of trees, Haruze staggered, and the crown on his head fell to the ground. Gu Lulu rolled away until he held it with one hand and picked it up again.
Haruze looked at the man blankly.
Count Ouding came over, handed the crown to his hand, and said softly, "Your Majesty."
"Earl Odin, you..."
Ou Ting looked around and felt a little emotional: "I haven't been here for a long time after the royal party and the princess have had an antagonism, but there hasn't been much change since the battle with Ampersel. I still remember being here. The meeting with Her Royal Highness and Mr. Tonigel, and nothing has changed, only the royal party itself has changed."
He looked at Haruze kindly: "Of course, your majesty has changed. The king must be pleased with your growth in the underground."
Haruze held the crown and stood silently. He also thought of his father and king, that long time ago, the childhood of himself and his sister, in retrospect, some of them faded.
Ou Ting raised his head to look at the Hall of Trees, his gaze through the long glass arch windows to the distance, where is the verdant canopy of Valhalla, the cloudy horizon, and occasionally a flash of lightning flashes across the sky. Outside the walls of the Valhalla fortress, the huge figure of the high-ranking lord Farah was fighting fiercely with the Valkyrie, intertwined with silver-white lights.
After a while, he said softly: "Your Majesty, the royal party has done a lot of wrong things, but I still remember the time of the princes, and I still feel honored for that moment. We have lost a lot, and those former colleagues have left us one by one. Going, or passing away, or embarking on another road; and now suddenly looking back, all the faces in the past memory have disappeared one by one, leaving only me, a lingering old guy."
"Master Earl," Haruze said softly, "It's none of your business, I understand your feelings for Eruin."
Count Oeting smiled slightly, with a faint light in his eyes: "Your Majesty, please allow the old ministers to make a little contribution to the Corkova royal family, so that perhaps at least one hundred years later, when people remember the term royal party, it will not only be Not ashamed."
He put a letterhead in front of Haruze: "The news from the battlefield, the Buga and the dragons hope that we Eruin can take out a hand to stop Clais’s coming, but we have just been with Bai The lion knight lost contact, and even Miss Freya was missing—"
Haruze stared at the old earl in a daze.
"Master Earl..."
Earl Odin just looked at his majesty firmly.
Haruze lowered his head silently, and finally nodded.
Earl Ouding bowed his waist and saluted, but in his heart he recalled the first time he was awarded the knighthood. After all, he did not fail the vow he made under the sword.
In the captain's room of the flagship Akhenaten, Manrique quietly watched the command handwritten by his first officer. He suddenly remembered the somewhat ordinary face of Earl Odin. The other party is not an important figure in the royal party. It is worse than Macaro, Billy Woods, Everton, or even breaking with the royal party. Overwell was not as good as that, but when everyone left the sinking ship, and everyone betrayed their relatives, there were always some people who still insisted on their original beliefs.
Because I miss that once flash.
Manrique suddenly remembered his original intention of coming to Tonigel, and remembered the back figure that he would never forget. He nodded lightly and said, "Give them the fastest ship, order the fleet to prepare for cover, and be sure to do everything well."
The first officer nodded solemnly.