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- The battlefield was already in chaos.
The sky in the north is burning, with streaks of dazzling black smoke hanging in the sky. The mountain-shaped corpse of Taste the World Contemptor is lying on the horizon. The crystal structure of the body is covered with entangled vines, and a cracked hollow runs through its body, staring quietly ahead¡ª¡ª
There, the dimmed crown of Valhalla is regaining its luster little by little, and the dazzling light pillars that reach straight to the sky and earth are engraved in the memory of everyone who witnesses it like a green dream. The roots of the giant tree were re-inserted into the earth, and the glow of magical power flowing under the plateau could be seen from dozens of miles away.
But Valhalla has almost withdrawn from the battle.
The figure of the high-ranking lord of the crystal cluster that penetrates into the clouds stands on the other side of the giant tree, constantly attacking the protection of Valhalla. Every time it hits the hemispherical light network, it causes the fortress to shake violently. The Valkyries had already taken off, riding around Farah and launching an attack, but from a distance, they looked like silver light spots next to an amethyst mountain - tens of thousands of purple light arrays suddenly appeared on the huge body of Erratum Farah. , beams of purple streamers shot out from the light array, and the Valkyries were instantly submerged in the purple sea of ??light, and from time to time someone was hit and fell down.
A silver arc suddenly penetrated the purple sea of ??light. Turaman finally completed his spell, and the surface of the crystal within a radius of dozens of feet collapsed. Farah screamed in pain, as if a shock wave swept through, and the sea of ??crystal clusters within a kilometer around him dwindled.
And this is just a silhouette on this vast battlefield.
Thick smoke and dust haze almost enveloped the entire battlefield, and people have lost contact with most of the troops. People on the battlefield often can only fight independently. Fortunately, the crystal clusters also lost one of the three crystal towers.
The white lion knights who launched the attack had long been separated from each other.
But Freya continued to move forward, heading in the direction of another crystal tower in her memory. She was already covered in injuries and struggled to push away the corpse of a crystal cluster. Amidst the crackling sound, the sword in her hand actually broke into several pieces.
Freya raised her head with some difficulty, and she could still see the intertwined scenes of the battlefield in the sky - crystal clusters, giant dragons, floating battleships, griffon knights and flying dragon cavalry shuttled across the vast airspace.
But no one can tell who is who on the entire battlefield, and it has reached its most intense stage.
Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, a sun seemed to rise in the sky, and its bright light even lit up the layers of clouds. The huge black rhombus crystal is slowly falling from the sky through the clouds, hitting the ground at an angle. Groups of dazzling flashes of light continued to erupt from the surface of its rhombus, and those silver light spots were crashing into this huge body that looked like a floating city.
And every point of light is a floating battleship¡ª¡ª
The Bansians, Eruin and Bugas resolutely carried out their tactics. One by one, the floating ships were gradually breaking away from the formation. Before leaving, they saluted everyone with continuous artillery fire, and then amid the blurred tears of the people A final flash of light flashed across the sky.
The Black King Fiztom, who has been unbeatable for seven eras, has come to an end on this battlefield dominated by mortals.
In an astonishingly large hole above its huge body, the Silver Elf Lord with his broken armor slowly stood up. He is the hero of the Silver Elfs in this era and has experienced countless wars, but here, perhaps this This is his last stop.
He supported one hand on the edge of the broken surface of Fitzstrom, facing the roaring wind on the plateau, took off his helmet, and threw it far away. The helmet rolled and disappeared under the clouds.
Silver blood flowed from his forehead. Norn wiped it with his hand, and there was also silver blood on his hand. The body of his companion, his comrade for thousands of years, the dragon beast lay quietly in the hollow.
That was the last glory of the Dragon King Cavalry¡ª¡ª
He pulled out the long sword and threw it away. The long sword drew an arc in the clouds and gradually turned into a shining spot. Dragon King Cavalry will never leave their weapons to their enemies, even after their death.
Norn suddenly recalled the holy war a thousand years ago.
He stood in the valley, watching his father and brother leave. The elves sang hymns and walked out of the valley where they were born. Many people never came back.
That was the era of glorious return.
That was also an ancient war.
It¡¯s just like this moment.
The light above the clouds disappeared.
Freya slightly narrowed her eyes, which were fascinated by the dried blood, and the sky returned to blood-red color.In the center of the airspace, there is a beautiful silver ring.
But it is not a decoration, but a battlefield between the wizard king Solomon and Helyanov. The two strongest wizards in the world actually want to compete at such a time and place.
She looked at the gorgeous silver ring, and watched as countless crystal clusters collided with it and turned into fragments. Then he lowered his head, bent down to pick up another long sword, and walked forward slowly.
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 pressure surrounds the entire battlefield - a god is getting closer and closer to this world.
Giant dragons flew across the battlefield from low altitude. They were gathering from all directions. Mysriel 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 god - even if it is no longer favored by the Law of Tiamat, it is not something that mortals can match. It is a level of power that is far above that of the Black King Fitztom.
But a shadow was cast in front of Mythril.
Arach the Invisible One.
A huge crystal yellow wasp flying in the sky with vibrating wings blocked the dragons.
Vladimir, who was repulsed by Solomon again, suddenly stopped. Although he looked a little embarrassed, with a scratch on his cheek and a burnt spot on his red robe, he looked at the giant dragons in the distance with gloating, and suddenly laughed: "The Wizard King is worthy It is the King of Wizards, Solomon. In your era, you have even obscured the light of each of us. People even think that you are the most powerful wizard in the history of the Buga people. Although I am a little jealous, I have to admit it. fact."
Vladimir Hilyanov's tone was ups and downs: "You are indeed very strong, stronger than every one of us. Unfortunately, you still can't change anything." He raised his hands and said loudly: "Look Look around, no matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than the people of God?"
Solomon looked at the man quietly.
In a long time ago, he, Thrando, Yuki and this person, four people once supported the Silver Alliance of that era. Together, they experienced a break with the Min'er people, joined forces to fight Tumen, the most powerful spellcaster in mortal history, and jointly formulated the order of the continent for a thousand years after the War of the Saints. From then on, the Silver People The sky is watching over the continent that Martha left behind.
But what makes him sad is that his old friends are drifting away from him.
Yuki broke up with the others a long time ago and died in a large glacier.
Although Thrando does not support the ideas of the Thasardians, he is emotionally closer to the Red and Blue Alliance.
And the remaining person.
He even stayed away from them¡ª¡ª
"Vladimir," Solomon said quietly: "For the sake of the past, I don't want to kill you with my own hands. Go bow to the Eruin and the wind elves. At least people will remember the pride of the Sasard people. ."
"This joke is not funny. Solomon, why don't you 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 people and we are born to be superior. of."
"No one is superior, Vladimir, your strength and mine all come from Tiamat. Lord Martha's grace belongs to everyone in this world, not you and me."
"But that's what we deserve!" Vladimir roared: "I have worked tirelessly to learn the truth and knowledge of this world, and only then have I gained the power and status I have today. All of this is the result of our efforts. Those mortals rely on What is our equal?¡±
"Based on what you see right now," Solomon replied: "In this war, mortals did not shed a drop of blood less than we did, but they got much less than we did - we owe them, Vladimir.¡±
"You're crazy, Solomon!"
"You are the one who is crazy."
Solomon answered word for word.
He slowly closed his eyes: "I say it for the last time, Vladimir, face your own mistakes. You understand who should be responsible for this. The glory of the Sasardians comes from reason and knowledge. , rather than arrogance and arrogance.¡±
Vladimir smiled 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 remained was a pair of eyes shining with golden light. Those eyes no longer seemed to belong to the Buga people, but the eyes of a pair of giant dragons.Well, Vladimir swallowed back his last words in horror.
"Sanctified by blood!" The wizard leader of the Sasard people screamed in shock: "This is the power of existence, how can you touch this level!"
Solomon looked at him indifferently.
The mottled long hair turned into snow white in an instant.
He only raised one finger.
Vladimir's expression was frozen at the last moment. He watched in great horror as the Eye of True Knowledge in his hand cracked and shattered, and then the silver threads of law around his body disappeared one by one. Finally, even his own The sense of existence gradually faded away, and his body was like gravel, passing away in the wind.
At the last moment, Vladimir suddenly thought of a word.
The supreme law.
Destruction.
Solomon took one last look at the place where Vladimir disappeared, sighed softly, closed his eyes, and did not open them again for a long time.
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The city of Valhalla was already in chaos, when the entire fortress trembled violently again. In the Hall of Trees, Haruze staggered, and the crown on his head fell to the ground. It rolled away until he held it down with a hand and picked it up again.
Haruze looked at the man blankly.
Count Odin came over, handed the crown into his hand, and said softly: "Your Majesty."
"Count Odin, you"
Odin looked around and sighed with emotion: "I haven't been here for a long time after the feud between the Royal Party and Her Highness the Princess, but there hasn't been much change here after the battle with Ampelsel. I still remember this place. Regarding the meeting with Her Royal Highness the Princess and Mr. Count Tonigel, nothing has changed. The only thing that has changed is the Royal Party itself."
He looked at Haruze with kind eyes: "Of course, your Majesty has also changed. The late king must be pleased with your growth underground."
Haruze held the crown in his hand and stood silently. He also thought of his father, the long time ago, and the childhood of himself and his sister. Looking back on it, it actually seemed a little faded.
Odin raised his head and looked at the Hall of Trees. His eyes looked into the distance through the long glass arch window, where there was the green tree crown of Valhalla, the cloudy horizon, and occasionally a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. Outside the walls of Valhalla Fortress, the huge figure of the high-ranking lord Farah was fighting fiercely among the Valkyries, intertwined with silver-white lightning.
After a moment, he said softly: "Your Majesty, the royal party has done many things wrong, but I still remember the era of the late king, and I still feel proud of that moment. We have lost a lot, and those former colleagues have left us one by one. Then he left, or passed away in a flash, or took another road; now looking back suddenly, those faces in the past memory have disappeared one by one, leaving only an old guy like me who is lingering."
"Your Majesty, Earl," Haruze said softly: "That's none of your business. I understand your feelings for Eruin."
Count Odin smiled slightly, with a faint light in his eyes: "Your Majesty, please allow me to make a small contribution to the Corcova royal family, so that maybe at least a hundred years later, when people recall the term Royal Party, it will not just be Feel shameless.¡±
He put a piece of letterhead in front of Haruze: "The news from the battlefield, the Buga people and the dragons hope that we Eruin people can take action to stop the arrival of Kress, but we just talked with Bai The Lion Knight has lost contact, and even Miss Freya is missing¡ª¡ª"
Haruze stared blankly at the old earl.
"My Lord Count"
Count Odin just looked at his Majesty the King firmly.
Haruze lowered his head silently and finally nodded.
Count Odin bent down and saluted, but he recalled in his heart the first time he was awarded the knighthood. The oath he swore under the sword was fulfilled after all.
In the captain's cabin of the flagship Akhenaten, Manrique quietly looked at the order note handed over by his first mate. He suddenly remembered Count Odin's somewhat ordinary face. He was not considered an important figure in the royal party. Compared with Macaro, Leigh Woods, Everton, and even his break with the royal party. The Overwells are not as good as each other, but when everyone leaves the sinking ship and everyone betrays their relatives, there are always some people who still insist on their original beliefs.
Because I miss the flash of the past.
Manrique suddenly remembered his original intention of coming to Toniguer, and the figure from behind that he would never forget. He nodded slightly and said: "Give them the fastest boat, life"The fleet must be prepared for cover and must be thorough. "
The first mate nodded solemnly.
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