On the battlefield, the white lion's battle flag once again began to move slowly.
At the forefront is Nimesis. The female knight holds a battle flag and a long sword. She is like the initiator of the entire White Lion Army's offensive front. The little devil often fought with her only once, and was cut down by her with a sword.
It was the first time that Freya had witnessed the fierce combat swordsmanship, and she couldn't help being surprised, because the swordsmanship was so similar to Brando's swordsmanship. At that moment, Nimesis seemed to be the incarnation of a white lion, showing her teeth and claws, shredding all her enemies, and leading everyone forward.
Behind her, the soldiers of the White Lion Corps and the non-commissioned students of the Wangli Knight Academy burst out to their greatest potential at this moment, and the offensive finally became smooth. They attacked the city wall like a broken bamboo.
"Tauren!"
Heart-piercing shouts.
Freya saw it too. She turned over the top of the city and saw that there was a wall behind it. Behind it was a dense number of tauren with giant axes. To say nothing, there were hundreds of them. Before she had time to open her eyes, the soldiers in the front flew together.
Behind the tauren, a group of women with snake hair and long bows appeared. It's Medusa. Although the girl from Buche doesn't know much, she also knows this mythical creature.
"Ah..." Freya couldn't help but whispered subconsciously.
This is a trap.
Everyone suddenly realized this. Nimésis's face was so cold that Freya even saw the female knight holding the flag without a trace of blood in her hand, and she even trembled slightly.
"Don't look over there, let's move on."
She shouted hard.
But a rain of arrows had enveloped the wall. This was Medusa's shot. The dark green arrows could not be resisted by any armor. The soldiers in front turned into stone statues before they had time to struggle.
In one round of shooting, the number of people rushing to the front was reduced by one third. The Medusas moved swiftly and began to shoot their bows and arrows again.
…
The white lion battle flag suddenly disappeared.
The Marquis of Baltar saw this scene with his own eyes—seeing the white lion’s battle flag fall and disappear into the rain. A feeling of graying out of all thoughts appeared in his heart, and he suddenly felt a little trance, as if only a voice echoed in his heart:
Eruin has lost his last chance.
"Master Marquis, be careful!"
A savage demon skimmed over the city and passed Balta. The Marquis was slightly lost, but his hands were empty, and the long sword had been ripped away by the wild demon. He was shocked subconsciously in his heart, turned his head, just to see a monster with horns on its head among the demons jumped in front of him.
What a terrible breath.
This was Baltar's last thought. The long-horned demon had already strangled his neck mercilessly and pulled him up from the ground. The Marquis-sama, who differed by more than one level in strength, had no room to resist.
"Master Marquis!"
"Legion commander!"
In the exclamation of the soldiers of the White Lions, Baltar finished the last journey of his life. At that moment, he seemed to see the light in the darkness, with a tall and familiar figure standing on that end, as if on the battlefield at that time.
Master Marshal.
The horned demon effortlessly squeezed the neck of the Marquis Eruin and the captain of the White Lion Legion, and threw the lost corpse aside. Then he stepped on the Eruin banner on the head of the city.
It looked at all the human soldiers in the city with contempt. From its perspective, the soldiers here were like rubbish, and even the worst creatures in hell were stronger than them. Had it not been for the portal to be unable to transfer more high-end troops, this place would have been destroyed ten times long ago.
It is really annoying to deal with these bugs.
But anyway, this damn Acropolis was finally captured—
The Acropolis of Bunoan has fallen.
Wood saw the flag disappear in the rain in the crystal ball, and finally realized the fate of this defeat. Elu will be destroyed because of this, and his path will end here. No one knows better than him what this incident means to the Temple of Flame.
He can almost imagine that he will lose everything in the past. But more importantly, the Temple of Flame was embarrassed for this, the old man couldn't help covering his face and sighed deeply.
Everything is his fault.
"Prepare to retreat. I have fulfilled the wishes of the nobles, and I believe they will regret it." The once prominent chief priest could not help but replied somewhat helplessly at this moment.
"Please wait a moment, Master Master." Yula, who was sitting on the side, suddenly said.
"Um?"
Everyone looked back at the blind girl.
…
A spear appeared in Freya's field of vision, and the thunder arc on the spear's blade jumped onto the tauren in an instant. With the spear blade forward, a shot pierced into the monster's chest, and the blood arrow spurted out, and then the girl with a long ponytail drew out the spear, causing the monster to crash to the ground.
She looked at her with some curiosity in her golden eyes, and then stretched out her hand: "Are you... Freya?"
"I am." Freya knew the girl: "Are you Akane?"
The girl smiled slightly, showing her lovely tiger teeth: "Yeah."
"Have you seen Medissa, Freya?"
Freya shook her head. She covered the wound on her shoulder with one hand, and looked around in a panic. Soon I saw Nimesis lying in the ruins.
"Senior Sister."
Her heart tightened and she rushed over there. The black-haired female knight closed her eyes tightly as if gossiping, and a feather arrow stuck into her chest—but even so, she still held the white lion army's battle flag tightly in her hand.
As if hearing Freya's call, Nimésis opened her eyes with difficulty. She narrowed her beautiful eyes and stared at Freya. "Freya, listen carefully..."
"Senior sister..."
"Hold this battle flag... You are the commander."
"How could this be… "
Has it failed.
Freya looked at the face that seemed a little serious because of her indifferent look, but she always felt that Nimésis took care of her more like a relative of her own, she should be said to be like a sister; she did not My elder sister has no elder brother, so I cherish this feeling very much.
Nimesis smiled slightly at her, grinning ugly.
"Go, Freya."
"But you?"
"I can't die yet..." Nimesis smiled ugly than crying, "Go, this is an order, you fool. I believe you..."
Why trust me? Freya didn't understand why Nimésis or Brando always believed him so unconditionally. She obviously knows nothing and can't learn anything. Compared to other people, she is as clumsy as an ugly duckling.
Everyone is down, senior sister, Carlo, Enlock and Muke, only Bresson and Kagris are still fighting for the final resistance. She turned her head and watched the sporadic battles near Medao Village. Because of the loss of command, defeat seemed to be in sight.
What can she do
But Nimesis seemed to see the girl's confusion, smiled slightly at her, and said something to her with her mouth. Freya didn't see what that meant, but Akane, who was a mercenary, understood.
'Because you are a Valkyrie, silly boy. '
"Because this is my request, Freya, okay?" Nimesse asked weakly.
This sentence made the girl from Buche clenched her fists. Throughout the battlefield, the soldiers of the White Lion Corps had begun to retreat.
But Freya turned her head back: "Aki."
The girl with a ponytail looked at her suspiciously.
"can you help me?"
Akane did not answer. She knows Brando's trust in this girl, because Brando has been following Brando for the longest time, Brando will not be taboo and sigh with her about the people and things around him. The girl is very satisfied with this kind of life, although only quietly listen.
Then she nodded.
"Thank you." Freya took the banner of the White Lions, and she took a deep breath. Although the tension was not washed away from her body, she glanced at Nimesis for the last time.
She leaned the female knight against the wall and replied earnestly: "Senior Sister, I will let this battle flag shine on the battlefield as long as I am alive."
"Eluin will not perish—"
…
The death of the Marquis of Balta was like the last death knell of the Acropolis of Bunoan, at that moment the entire battlefield seemed to collapse. But in every corner of the city, the officers of the White Lion Corps were still holding on to the final battle.
"Owen, do you remember the book called Summer of Vine?"
The young officer of the White Lion Corps wearing silver-gray armor stood dazedly in the heavy rain, as if he hadn't recovered from the failure. The Marquis of Baltar was dead, and the White Lions really seemed to have come to an end in a series of failures.
Countless demons rushed towards the city, with a desperate breath.
"We failed, Charlotte, let alone your book."
"Yes, I think so too, Owen. So let the soldiers open the south gate of the Acropolis, how about we retreat from there."
Owen suddenly turned his head and stared at his companion with blood red eyes: "You are crazy!" He shouted through gritted teeth, "We must not retreat, our teammates are still ahead!"
Charlotte smiled.
"Then you remember to buy the book for me, the one with the gold border on the cover, the collector's edition of the Year of the Crescent Moon, you know."
"what are you saying?"
"Go and pick up the flag, Owen."
A few minutes later, the south gate of the Acropolis of Bruno opened.
The remaining soldiers of the White Lion Corps in the city began to retreat. The commander of the devil—the horned demon immediately noticed this. Of course, it couldn't tolerate the retreat of these humans who had caused great trouble for itself.
It uttered a trombone, and the demon army immediately rushed towards the south gate. It personally led the team and prepared to crush the bugs.
But it rushed down the city, bypassed several alleys, and came under the only square in the city. Here, it saw the human beings who were waiting in full battle—not only the guards of the White Lion Corps, but also ragged men and even children.
The long-horned devil suddenly realized that it was wrong.
Sherlock stood among the crowd and raised the sword in his hand contemptuously:
"I know you are listening-fire on me, Victory!"
…
"Fire at me, Victory!"
The voice from the magic crystal seemed a bit distorted, but still made no secret of the firmness contained in it. The wizard who passed the order was silent for a while before turning around to look at the Lord Earl behind him.
Wearing a long coat, Count Yanilasu closed his eyes, his face a little pale, and his expression full of fatigue. He rubbed his forehead, as if he had made a great determination to answer:
"The demon's commander is there and fired at him."
"But my lord."
"I will bear all the responsibilities." The count replied lightly.
If someone dared to give up his life, then why would he dare not give up his reputation
The earth trembles, and the dazzling golden light has been connected into one piece in the Acropolis of Bunoan, like a sea of fire. Owen watched this scene, watching the lower-level demons who lost their command flee in the flames, watching his colleagues turn to ashes in the explosion, tears have already flowed from his eyes.
He straightened the corpse of the Marquis of Baltar, and then raised the flag of Eruin, which had been broken.
That action seemed extremely sacred.
…
Two flags reappeared on the battlefield.
It was a glimmer of hope in exchange for the blood of countless people, like a shining faith, everyone couldn't help feeling blood boiled in their hearts. Even on the Victory, even Eruin's naval officers couldn't help but close their eyes.
The chief priest of Wood watched this scene silently.
Although Yura could not be seen, the cheers of the mountains and the tsunami had already spread to her ears. She was not an Eruin, but a smile still appeared on her face.
'Come on, Eruin. '
But on the front battlefield of Medao Village, Kaglisi, who was attacking, suddenly stopped.
what happened
He and all the young people from Tonigel felt strange for a while, not only them, but the soldiers of the entire White Lion Army felt the throbbing in their hearts.
In front of them, there is an unstoppable tauren. The White Lion Legion is retreating again and again. Under the double blow of Medusa and the cave lizardman shooter, they have actually lost most of their previous victories.
Seeing that everything will come to nothing.
But a flag caught their eyes, and that flag seemed to be made of gold instead of woven fabric. The banner was displayed in the heavy rain, and the white lion on it came back to life.
That is Freya.
The female knight held this banner in one hand, and the holy sword with the lion's heart in the other.
At that moment, Qian was by her side, and the White Lion Corps was behind her.
His left hand is a mountain man, and his right hand is a white lion.
When he moved forward, he was unstoppable.
At that moment, history seemed to have been rewritten.
The scene seven centuries ago will be reproduced here seven centuries later.
It's just that their enemies have changed from Cruz people to demons. The subtle coincidence of history seemed to make the air vibrate slightly, and everyone felt the throbbing from fate.
Freya raised the sword.
"The White Lion Corps, listen to my orders and attack forward."
"Even if we die, we have to die on the road of offensive."
"Perhaps one day in the future, the white lion will be reborn from the ashes, rather than extinguished forever."
The female knight's voice clearly penetrated the rain curtain, and her promise was like an oath, just like the rule set by Xianjun Eke in front of the Lionheart Sword. At that moment, a miracle happened, and the non-commissioned officers and students of the Royal Knights Academy were surprised to see that the armor of the White Lion Corps was slightly lit up.
Then a layer of faint golden light seemed to drop from the sky, and then surrounded every soldier of the White Lion Corps, and finally formed a golden mark.
If Brando were here, he would probably recognize it. This is the last mark on the white lion armor.
It is also the source of the legendary ability of the White Lion Legion that he and Master Bailu couldn’t research anyhow—
The mark of the lion gives the wearer the effect of bravery. The army wearing it will no longer be afraid, will always have high morale, and will not fall into panic in any situation.
The lion's soul seemed to be resurrected.
Kargris raised his head, and he suddenly felt that the gaze in the sky that looked at this place all the time seemed to disappear. It is as if the ancient king is gone, but Eruin already has a new successor to him.
All the remaining soldiers of the White Lion Army roared and launched an attack on enemies several times larger than them. At this moment, fear and hesitation are not the obstacles in their hearts, but the driving force to overcome all this.
Although perhaps they will eventually be defeated, the legend of Eruin and the White Lion will be passed on.
It will never be obliterated.
It's a pity that the tauren from Qiaogendigang can't think, otherwise they will definitely be trembling to face such an army that has left everything behind. But in the face of these indomitable humans, the only thing they can do is to raise the giant axe.
Maybe they don't quite understand it, it's a failure, why these humans can accept it so calmly. For creatures from the dark underground, survival is the only glory.
Behind the tauren, the Medusas also raised their bows.
The two armies strangled together.
Courage, honor, or just the desire for survival are mixed together at this moment, and are no longer separated from each other. Mankind briefly achieved the result of a stalemate with the tauren with great sacrifices, but at the cost of this it was a heart-palpitating loss.
Freya rushed forward, her sword as firm as it could break through numerous obstacles—
Akane looked at the female knight's back with some admiration, but she felt that the throbbing was not the unrelenting courage, but the unyielding faith. She knew for the first time that someone could be so determined, and could fight on her own without relying on others.
That was the temperament that made her heartbroken. She once thought that only Lord Lord had such a breath.
But it turns out that a girl can do it too.
The moment Freya's back was like a deep memory, it was only a moment, but it was already deeply imprinted in her heart.
Suddenly she held a sword for her willingly and opened a way for her by her side.
…
"Can you win?"
"I'm afraid not."
Wood had a brief conversation with Macaro the Fox and Overwell. The chief priest of the Cruz was standing long, and the attendants immediately put on a robe for him.
"Master priest?"
"Eru is fighting for their destiny. To put it bluntly, I have to gamble on my destiny and faith." Wood sighed and replied: "Just watching here, It made me ashamed, and it also made the King of Flames ashamed."
"My lord, the devil should have left a hole card. If you make a move now..."
"Now is not the time to think about this."
Wood answered lightly.
At this time the door of the cabin was suddenly opened. Everyone couldn't help frowning, could it be that the people below were so panic that they had forgotten the basic etiquette
When they turned their heads, they saw the strange face of Baal, Earl Violet.
"They are coming!"
"Who?"
Qian stabbed a tauren with a shot, then turned her head back suddenly. She grabbed Freya in front of her and frowned slightly.
"Aki?"
"There is something."
The ground was trembling slightly, and soon everyone felt such a subtle change. The soldiers of the White Lion Corps at the back turned their heads first.
There is still a long time before dawn.
But a ray of silver light appeared on the southern horizon.
That's not Dawn.
It is a silver armor that undulates in a continuous line. Countless cavalry are rushing on the hills, they are holding flags high, howling like the ocean, singing hymns from the age of the war of the saints.
"It's a cavalry!?"
"Where is this cavalry!"
"There is such an army in the South?"
Freya frowned slightly, and she saw a banner leading the army forward, singing songs she had never heard before, as if it came from an army in a myth.
'The trumpet sounded again, may the tribes still not forget the sacred covenant'
'Dark wings obscure the sky, but the silver morning light still rises'
'The ancient vows echoed in the earth, the armor was as new, and the sword was still screaming'
'The Holy One is here, and the flames of war are rekindled'
On the battle flag, a sacred lily emblem, pure as silver, shone almost dazzlingly.
Silver Elf.
They returned to this land again.