On the platform of the trees, fast sailing ships are calling at the harbor, and the craftsmen and pilots of the Hazel people are intensively carrying out the final modification of these airships.
Several white lion knights are selecting volunteers, but there are so many volunteers that the emergency passage from lower to upper is congested. The young and brave Tonigel sailor was loudly refuting the absurd conclusions of the officers, and in the final analysis-why not choose them
"You are too young."
"Sir, I just look small."
"This gentleman, only soldiers are recruited here."
"No, no, I'm also a soldier! I used to be a cavalry in the Southern Army Corps. Look at the injuries on my arm. This was left in the first Black Rose War. Why do you Tonigelians look down on people? NS?"
The young craftsmen of the Hazel people looked at these yelling Eruins, shook their heads and returned to their posts.
The chief mate and the sailor stood frowning next to this beautiful young man—the young man looked at the two men before he said: “I’ve told you more than once about how this anchoring device works. It’s the core of it. The component of is this space anchor. This is a space anchoring effect created by a thirteenth-level spell. It can disrupt teleportation—do you know what a thirteenth-level spell is?"
"Understand." The two nodded again and again.
The young craftsman glanced at them suspiciously: "In this case, you should not delete the operation steps without authorization. Whether it is magic or magical technology, it is a serious matter. If you make us lose early because of your misoperation. A boat, do you know how serious this is?"
"Yes, yes." The two replied sweatingly.
"Do you really understand?" The young craftsman raised his delicate eyebrows.
"I understand," the chief officer nodded repeatedly: "It's just that I think the opening of the mechanical lock and the activation of the anchoring device can't be executed together. This saves us a lot of time, right? I mean, Anyway, we are all going to die-as long as the spell is activated, isn't it all right?"
The young craftsman stared at the suspicious guy.
The first officer can only surrender: "Your Excellency has the final say, your Excellency has the final say."
"Anyway," the boy nodded in satisfaction: "You all understand?"
"Understand." The captain elbows his colleague and replied: "Anyway, please feel free to give this thing to us, you."
The young craftsman frowned, and the slightly curved beautiful eyebrows revealed the meaning as if it was a'ha': "You seem to have made a mistake. It is just in case that you learn to operate this thing. Who is it? Said I am leaving? Can you operate this anchoring device well, but compared to professionals, you are still far behind—"
The first officer and the captain looked at each other: "But... Your Excellency, this ship is..."
"Why, you are only allowed to be brave, the Hazels are cowards?" He knocked on the magic weapon and made an empty voice: "I can't solve the transmission channel. I stay there and the result is the same, instead of dying. At home, it’s better to die on the front lines."
"But..." the chief officer replied hesitantly: "Your Excellency can only play a greater role if you stay here."
The young craftsman did not lift his eyelids, and replied: "Then I can't help it. This is the decision of the Prophet. You can raise objections to your commander. Are there any other questions?"
The first officer and the captain looked at each other, and could only shook their heads: "No problem, no problem."
The boy looked at the two of them, and the corners of his mouth curled up triumphantly.
The sailor picked up the iron ball on the side and asked, "Then what is this, cannonball?"
"This is a smaller anchoring device," the young craftsman replied: "It is equipped for air cavalry. Its mode of action and number of spell rings are not inferior to this large device-but the range of influence is small. Many. To put it simply, this thing needs to be close to a certain level to be useful. It is basically impossible for air cavalry without protection to enter the portal, so holding it can only be regarded as a psychological comfort."
The sailor took the thing in his hand and looked left and right, and finally asked, "Can we take it?"
"Whatever you want." The young craftsman replied, "Although this thing is precious, there are so many here."
The two nodded, and one took one.
Looking at the situation in the harbor in the distance, Ouding suddenly felt some stability in his heart.
Because this is such an era.
People can die generously in order to protect everything.
And this is such a Eruin.
At this moment, it will be destined to shine in the long river of past and future.
…
With a soft crack, Freya recovered. The sword in her hand had penetrated the corpse of the crystal cluster at some point, and she coughed heavily, and blood flowed down the corner of her mouth.
Strands of blood-soaked hair stuck to her forehead, and she drew her long sword back, but she knelt down on the ground because of her unsteady retraction. Her eyes turned black and footsteps sounded. A small group of soldiers passed by her, but the smoke was so full that people could not find the Valkyrie of Eruin.
Freya suddenly felt something.
A monotonous hum echoed in the sky, the sound of the magic engine of a clipper boat.
She raised her head subconsciously, and in a blood-red sky, a few shining silver lines were passing through the smoke and fog, and cutting straight across the sky. Freya was stunned suddenly, and slightly opened her chapped lips.
A flame is shining in the sky.
Above the three intersecting horizontal lines, the main fleets of the Buga and the Bancia have already opened their formations, the volley of firelights flickering again and again, and a path of flames began to slowly extend forward in the sky.
In its center, is a small and brave fleet—
Twenty-three fast sailing ships with tall silver sails.
They move forward in the wind, like twenty-three straight forward silver wires, piercing the clouds.
That is the Eruin fleet.
Surrounded by artillery fire that exploded like fireworks, the brilliant brilliance was set off against the young faces. At this moment, the unfolding in front of them was not just a picture of a huge battlefield, but a colorful road.
The road of fire and light stretched forward in the air.
The silver dragon Misriel also raised her slender neck, and in her mercury-like eyes, there were flashes of light reflecting off. On this chaotic battlefield, it was so dazzling. The silver sail broke through the layers of the encirclement, separating the thick smoke and the fog—Elu came without hesitation, accompanied by the dazzling light, bursting out one by one, and the surging crystal clusters could not stop the advancement. pace of.
She suddenly let out a low groan.
The dragons dispersed in an instant, surrounding the invisible Yarak in the center. At this moment, the offense and defense seemed to be transposed. Looking down from the sky, the twenty-three tiny light spots were already close to the huge black sphere.
Solomon watched this scene silently from high in the sky.
He has no more power to cast any spells, but at this moment, he feels the power of fate-mortals stand side by side, and the future of the entire world is closely connected to each other like never before.
Everyone raised their heads subconsciously and stared at the silver glitter in the sky.
Under the attack of the crystal cluster, the six outermost fast sailing ships finally began to fall slowly.
Then there are seven other ships.
People clenched their fists, but suddenly the three fast sailing boats took the initiative to leave the main array. They accelerated into the sea of crystal clusters. The artillery on both sides spewed out flashes, and in a blink of an eye, there were crystals in the sky. The cluster is overwhelmed. But just as the light in people's eyes disappeared, suddenly the entire sea of crystal clusters swelled, and a bright flash of light pierced from it.
A nascent sun hangs scattered above the clouds. Facing the long-lasting glow, Earl Odin stepped onto the podium. In the fierce blast wind, the only remaining seven fast sailing boats have staggered close to the target.
"Open the machine lock!"
The earl gave the order calmly.
"The machine lock is open!" With a loud return, the remaining airships responded.
"Report the distance."
"Seven hundred twenty."
There was the sound of steel twisting in the air. Under the siege of the crystal clusters, the Boniville on the outer side unfortunately ran into the Sandka on the side. The two sailing ships broke in mid-air, dragging their long wakes and falling to the ground. The ground.
"Take care, I wish victory—"
"Long live Eruin."
This is the last signal from the two ships.
The goal is already here.
Earl Odin closed his eyes.
The five ships activated the anchoring devices at the same time—the five tiny spots of light finally approached the edge of the black sphere; above the sky, everyone in the floating fleet of Eruins, Bancias, and Bugas was screened. Stopped breathing. People's eyes seem to have reflected the dazzling brilliance of the thirteen-ring space spell when they were stimulated.
At the other end of the battlefield, a shiver passed through Misriel's heart.
Ms. Yinlong turned her head.
On the battlefield, Freya looked up at the sky like a stone sculpture.
Among the black sphere, a long tail suddenly swept out of it. It first hit Earl Odin's ship, and then the remaining four floating ships—one by one were broken.
The spot of light went out, and fragments of the sky fell one after another.
…
The needle falling silently in the dim temple can be heard.
Brando silently squeezed the hilt of Odyspheus's sword-Claes, the lady of the dead moon. Ten thousand years ago, she was the goddess who presided over sleep and night, and was the protector of all undead creatures. She was not only the god of death, but also the priest in charge of life, because of the cycle of life and death.
but not now.
After the fall of Tiamat, this lady, along with most of the gods, became a puppet of the Dragon of Twilight. At this moment, the two sides are already standing on both sides of a clear line, they are enemies and not friends.
Brando turned her head and glanced at Andríguet. Miss Vampire looked away with some guilty conscience, but she still stared at the throne, her own goddess, with a complex and incomprehensible look.
She was once the patron of all the dead.
At that moment, Mordefense and her suddenly understood the feelings of the dragons.
But the goddess above the throne had very calm eyes, star-like eyes staring at everyone. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength before she spoke three words slowly:
"kill me."
With a bang, the scimitar in Andriege's hand fell to the ground.
Claes closed her eyes, but when she opened them again, only cold killing intent remained in her dark eyes.
…
The huge black sphere hovered motionlessly above the Karasu Plateau.
Everything seemed to have never happened. Quietly, people watched this scene in a daze. The wreckage of the airship slowly drifted to the ground. The sky was unusually calm, and even the fire coverage stopped. For a while, the three floating fleets didn't know if they should continue their offensive-or did that god have descended on this world
Manrique touched his cheek, palms wet. Outside the porthole, the black trails of falling from the sky, do not know whether it heralds the arrival of a doomsday
There was a whining sound on the plateau, it was a trombon for retreat.
No one can contend with a deity, the tragedy of the Battle of Metz must not be repeated here—
On the battlefield, the Banciaians first began to retreat, then other countries on the Great Plains, then Toquinine's Lions, and finally Highland Knights. The highland knight leader Bunid wiped the sweat from his palms, looked at the two remaining crystal towers on the battlefield from a distance, and sighed a little regretfully. But he didn't hesitate, dropped the gaping sword in his hand, and walked backwards.
Behind him is a silver wave, and the silver elves and the heroes of the Earth Legion are covering the withdrawal of mortals.
But in the retreat like a tide, there was one person upstream.
Freya has slowly stood up straight, and walked forward firmly—a crystal cluster in front of him separated the smoke and pounced on her, and she backhanded a sword, and the blade and the head of the crystal cluster broke apart together. But at the same time she was also knocked out and fell heavily to the ground.
Freya gritted her teeth and got up again, wiped the blood from her forehead, and walked forward with one foot deep and the other shallow. By her side, some soldiers finally noticed the existence of the Eruin Valkyrie. They stopped and looked at the female knight upstream in surprise. People stepped aside so that Freya could pass between them. Go forward.
Outside Valhalla, Tulaman, who was taking a break, suddenly stood up from the city wall in doubt.
And above the sky, Solomon opened his eyes again, and a faint color flashed in his eyes.
A breath completely disappeared from the battlefield.
…
Ms. Yinlong turned over to avoid Yarak's crystal thorn, and she let out a low-frequency chirp, calling her companions to regroup and start climbing, hoping to occupy a higher and more favorable airspace to launch an attack.
Two or three silver lights flickered on the ring on her paws, and Misril lowered her head. That was the news from two young dragons from the outside of the battlefield.
"Disappeared?"
She was startled slightly.
Misril stretched her wings and looked towards the center of the battlefield after a turn in the air, but immediately, an unbelievable look flashed through her silver eyes.
Above the entire sky, Clais's faint coercion still exists.
But the transmitted beacon disappeared—
…
Inside Valhalla, William opened the door and walked out. He raised his head and his eyes were also full of doubts-the transmitted beacon disappeared. Why? Could it be that the Eruin people still achieved their goal at the last moment
But they obviously did not arrive.
Wait, arrived—
An electric light flashed through the wizard leader's mind.