Sword of Daybreaker

The monstrous flames burned the sky and the earth, and the raging living flames plunged into the darkness in the winter night, like the second day of the day, and the sun rose again on the horizon. Not long ago, the army of deformed bodies completely destroyed and occupied this land. Corrupted and shattered everything they came into contact with, and now this has become a reason for the guardians of this land to vent as much as they want.

  In this land, there is no longer anything that needs to be carefully protected. Where the living fire spreads, there are only the ugly and deformed flesh and bones of monsters.

"It's a good fire." Wycliffe, who was re-treated and bandaged, stood on the steel-cast church tower, looking through the translucent energy shield and strengthened glass to the direction of the mountain pass in the distance. The living flame was at the end of the earth. Splitting, countless elemental bodies climbing on the mountain, jumping, splashing meteor fire, or directly exploding in place into huge mushroom clouds. Their short lifespan has already reached the limit. The artificially created elemental environment will be in the next few days. The imbalance will dissipate within minutes, but as flame elements, the more they are on the verge of collapse, the more frightening their power will be.

The human king even thought of the chilling scene, thinking of what kind of nightmare would such an incendiary fall into an ordinary city, but at least at this moment, this nightmare scene will come. On the heads of those ugly monsters, the corners of Wycliffe's mouth could not be restrained, and he felt heartfelt joy.

"Purgatory incendiary is more powerful than I thought..." A calm voice came from the side, interrupting the king's association, and the leader of the white knight named Amer came up from the stairs not far away, heavy The iron boots stepped on the floor, making a dull and powerful voice, "No wonder His Royal Highness Rebecca repeatedly emphasized to us that we must never put it near her, and the safe distance must be far enough..."

Wycliffe turned his head and saw the light cast by the magic spar lamp shining on the armor of the "medical priest". At that moment, the surface of the armor full of scriptures floated with a faint brilliance, making him unable to distinguish that it was simple The light is still "the afterglow of the holy light", but for him and the surviving warriors in the cathedral, these "priests" from the Cecil Empire are all filled with holy brilliance, even theirs Warhammers, heavy artillery, and burners are as holy and pure as light forged.

  These reinforcements that fell from the sky in the winter night saved not only him and his soldiers, but also the vast land and countless people behind the Ogure Mountains.

"Allow me to express my gratitude to you again," the king said very solemnly. "Whether it is from a personal point of view or from Ogure's point of view, we owe you a huge favor. One day, this friendship will be rewarded. repay."

"Then owe it, Your Majesty, this war is not over yet," Amer said in a deep voice, "The flames of the Purgatory Incendiary will soon fade away. After that, we will continue to stay here and use the cathedral itself and the ground. The engineering materials carried by the troops build a new line of defense. With the cooperation of the air troops, we can close this gap. According to the information from the Earthly Dawn, the monsters are temporarily retreating, but they will soon come back, no one I don’t know how many distortions there are in the wasteland. We still have a battle to fight before we counterattack their base camp and purify the entire wasteland."

"Yes, we still have a battle to fight..." Wycliffe was silent for a short time. After a few seconds, he slowly raised his head and said with a calm expression, "We have only lost a few cities, but my people I have not fallen yet, I should regain my strength and return to Baicheng to re-gather troops to retake and rebuild this land..."

"It's nice to see you cheer up quickly, Your Majesty, but before that I think you need further medical help first," Amer glanced at Wycliffe's empty right arm. "The current treatment is only temporarily healed. Wound, this is far from enough."

Wycliffe glanced down at his severed arm, but suddenly remembered the "half anesthesia and general anesthesia" treatment process he had seen next to the Ruins of Farm. An unprovoked chill made his expression a little subtle: "Um, I will find a doctor in Baicheng..."

"If you can trust Cecil's medical technology, we have several medical and...processing solutions that can allow you to regain a good arm." Amer seemed to see the scruples of the human king, and he himself was a bit helpless and helpless. Embarrassed, I had to explain it extra, "Please rest assured, the Sacred Sun Corps is not the only medical unit of the Expeditionary Army. We also have a battlefield medical ship flying in from the direction of Carlin intersection. There are Druid Academy and Medical facilities jointly set up by the Department of Biological Engineering. If you have a soft spot for biological limbs, you can try flesh and blood regeneration. If you want to change the taste, the technical sergeants can give you an arm with alloy armor and artificial nerves. "

The priest paused for a while before he said with a slight smile: "The second is a new technique, but it is said to work very well. Fortunately, this is a new injury. You have more options. If it is an old injury, But it's not easy."

  Wycliffe listened to the weird things described by Amer, but his expression became more and more weird: "Then...I think about it, think about it..."

  ...

In a very short period, the tide in the darkness stopped surging, and an unexpectedly powerful force violently intervened in this battlefield, blocking the Kuroshio that extended out of the wasteland, and then the pioneer of the tide. Began to be wiped out in pieces, tens of thousands of "ends of perception" quickly disappeared under the blow of violent wind and showers, and the sensory and memory fragments passed back by the individuals who were constantly dying were full of physical tears. And the horror brought by the scorching flames.

  That is the "instinctive emotion" that even monsters without intelligence can produce under a swift and powerful blow.

Marcellus’ branches trembled slightly in the cold winter wind, but it was not from fear, but from great anger and hatred. His offensive was stopped, by those crazy savage, desperate orcs, and those ghosts. The Cecil, who seems to have a kick everywhere, but he is obviously only a little bit close!

The vanguard of the Aberrations has destroyed the human legion on the northern border of Ogure, and leveled their border fortresses and a large number of cities and villages in the past few days. The main legion he personally led has cleared the barriers in the mountains. The defense line forced the orcs back to their main city. Even if given a few more hours, he would be confident that the two legions would be attacked from north to south and completely disintegrate the defense force of Ruby City. After that, the army from the wasteland can do it. The rapid spread within the territory of Ogure will quickly transform the entire country into a wasteland. Even if those stubborn mortals guard their "sacred mountain", they will not be able to stop this process of transformation that is close to natural disasters. The main force of the Sears arrived, and they were also destined to return to the sky.

But he never expected that the orcs would ignite the entire red jade forest, trapping half of his main force in the forest, and he did not expect that the Cecils could bypass the mountains from the far north battlefield. "Fly" directly to the Ogure front line!

  In the literal sense, those humans were flying over and they built amazing aerial fortresses.

"Master, our frontline troops are frustrated. The Swollen Defiler is not an opponent of those aerial fortresses," a low-level dark druid said beside him, his voice sounded a little panic, "We...need to avoid the edge for a while and renew Planning an offensive path..."

  Marcellus shook the dry branches, his dark brown eyes staring at the low-level priest who had already appeared timid: "Shut up, I don't need you to teach!"

The mutated limbs of the lower priests were shaking, and the roots receded. Marcellus looked up at the dark western sky and looked viciously at the front line illuminated by various flashes. He was no stranger to the sky fortress. When he was still a mortal, he even personally boarded the "Sanctuary of Stars" known as the Silver Crown as a "guest", and was personally received by the Silver Queen who was a child at the time, and witnessed with his own eyes Pass the ancient sanctuary and the deep cloister with the portraits of sages hanging.

  At that time, he was still an exchange scholar sent by the Gondor Empire to the Silver Empire, a ridiculous and distant identity.

But he knew that the Temple of the Stars had crashed. In the flames and smoke, it crashed on the northern border of the Gaoling Kingdom like a symbol of the end of an era. The spectacular scene at the time of the crash was in the darkness of the End of All Things. The root network caused a lot of waves, and even the Grand Master Borken expressed emotion. Yes, it crashed. The ancient, miraculous, and symbolic aerial fortress has crashed. Every church compatriot has At that moment, there were cheers. Although the Silver Empire temporarily stabilized its defenses due to its crash, the mortal world has truly lost their greatest military reliance. At least until recently, Marcellus still believed so firmly...

  He X's who would have thought that the gang of Cecils turned around and he X's took out another formation of the air fortress!

Of course, based on the information returned from the front lines, Marcellus can easily determine that the air fortresses flying from the northwest are much smaller in scale than the elves’ temples of stars, whether they are like "escorts." The same fortress is the "mothership" with fierce firepower, which is much smaller than the temple of the stars that has crashed, but any person with normal intelligence will not judge that thing from a purely "size" perspective. Threatened.

The   Silver Elf’s Temple of Stars is dying, and it is more of a symbolic sign that is decayed and decayed. It is very powerful, but its power has reached its end, but the things that now appear above the Ruby City are brand-new war machines.

That is the war machine that the Cecil people built for this war and is armed to every inch of deck and shell. They are brand new, fierce, precise, and ruthless. They are not a symbol of gold and preciousness, and they are not a legend that needs to be hidden. The National Treasure Cecil took them out for the sole purpose of killing them on the front line.

  With the highest efficiency and the most ruthless attitude, kill as much as you like and perform destruction.

The instruction to evacuate spread in the spiritual connection, and the Kuroshio on the land of Ogure surging once again, but this time it shrinks backward and continues to allow the deformed body to fight with those flying fortresses that have the advantage of the sky. Significantly, the top priority now is to preserve power, adjust the layout of the main force, use the large tracts of land that has been polluted as a buffer and delay, and look for opportunities to change the situation as soon as possible in the next period of time.

"Is it more like a monster than a deformed body..." Marcellus looked at the distant sky fiercely. He thought of the intelligence that Bertram had brought back after his defeat in the northern battlefield, and thought of the distortion on the northern battlefield. The living forest that feeds on the body can't help whispering in the night breeze, "The essence of civilization is a conqueror who is more savage than barbarism...interesting..."

The low-level priest beside    was taken aback: "Master, what did you say?"

"Some meaningless emotions," Marcellus's tone calmed down abnormally. It seemed that the anger and hatred before was nothing more than an illusion. He looked at his subordinates and began to order orders in an orderly manner. "We will abandon the Red Jade Forest Sea and the Langji Mountain, and leave the contaminated land to the humans. Take the rune stone team and open a dark blue fissure nearby. First put some of the rune stones into it, and then move to the southern area, where Dietmore..."

  He stopped suddenly.

An unprovoked chill spreads in his roots and mutated nervous system, and that chill reveals a premonition that death is approaching. This dark priest, transformed from a high-level druid, suddenly stared at the city of Ruby. In the direction, on the Wolfspine Mountain, which has become the home of the deformed body, he actually had a kind of "intuition" that he was stared at by some bloodthirsty beast on the isolated and helpless open plain.

  The low-ranking priest on the side immediately noticed the change: "Master, how are you..."

  Marcellus quickly interrupted without waiting for the other person to finish speaking: "I have a bad premonition, we will immediately transfer!"

The low-level priest was unknown, but he obeyed the superior's order for the first time, but before lifting the roots and moving towards the eastern foot of the wolf's spine, he subconsciously looked back at the direction of Hongyu City and couldn't help muttering: "But here is very, very far away from the front line, and it is impossible for those Cecil weapons to hit this place..."

Halfway through what he said, a terrifying scream that burst in the night sky shredded the clouds above Wolfridge Mountain. But even more terrifying than the scream, Marcellus watched a swift stream of light. Flew from the direction above Hongyu City, and landed on a nearby mountain faster than the sound!

He couldn’t see what that thing was, he could only see that it was faster and more terrifying than any kind of "sky fire", and that thing was even faster than the sound. He didn’t hear anything in the air until the big bang rose into the sky. The sound came, and then the mountain top not far away was enveloped by a dazzling ball-shaped light composed of chaotic light streams of various colors. The terrifying energy pulse swept through the Langji Mountain, and even lost his attention to the whole for a short time. Aberrant Legion’s perception, and then he saw the light swell in the night sky, whizzed and ignited the air, and then shrank instantly, leaving a very obvious trace in the darkness that seemed to be a space crack, and bringing The second wave of energy shocks and terrible explosions and vibrations.

  At this moment, it seems that the entire mountain range is shaking slightly.

   After two or three seconds, the light finally dissipated. This unidentified attack came and went fast, but its traces were permanently printed in the eyes of every witness.

  The top of the mountain disappeared, leaving only a spherical depression that was eroded and hollowed out by unknown forces.

  Marcellus's leaves fell in half instantly, and he turned and ran!