Chapter 639 Reinforcement

The platinum scepter lightly tapped on the Pope, and a holy light soaring to the sky suddenly descended. For a moment, the old body of Saint Ivan III became tall and strong, as if he suddenly absorbed strength through some mysterious method, He returned to his peak state, but his resistance only lasted for less than a second - the holy light that fell from the sky did not shelter him, nor did the holy light floating around him, all the holy light around him seemed to become The deadly flames began to burn the body of Saint Ivan III. In the radiant flames, he looked at Veronica in shock and anger: "Why..."

"Essentially, holy light is just a kind of energy," Veronica watched calmly as St. Ivan III's body dissipated a little bit in the radiant flames, her face still had that kind of gentle and tranquil expression, but her tone was like Machine-like indifference, "Your piety is useless when you use your energy too backwards."

Saint Ivan III's body fell apart, and in the end, only one sentence full of resentment echoed in the Great Hall of Light with endless obsession: "The deceiver...you will be...the Lord...destroyed..."

The glorious flames gradually subsided, and the Great Hall of Light returned to its previous state. The sea of ​​clouds of holy light was still surging in the sound of prayers, while the bishops who bowed their heads and prayed still kept their postures, as if they did not see what happened. Veronica is holding a platinum scepter in her hand, and the focus of the divine descent has shifted from Saint Ivan III to her. Under the gaze of the God of Light, her body began to split a little bit.

"Destroy... Maybe," Veronica said softly. She took the platinum scepter and came to the Pope's Holy Sea step by step. As her body did not break open more cracks filled with light, she slowly Sit down, "but it's okay, 'we' have a lot of..."

In the next second, her head drooped heavily, and her whole body collapsed on the wide seat like a ceramic doll that was about to shatter, and her vitality completely left this body.

But after just a short while, she raised her head again, and the cracks on her whole body began to repair at an alarming speed, and a stiff and rigid voice sounded from her mouth: "Reactivate this interface... Re-download the personality data..."

A moment later, the fully restored Veronica sat quietly on the Holy See, she clenched the platinum scepter in her hand, and those devoutly praying bishops fell one by one in her vision, turning into holy light. The fuel of the torch, and her eyes were cast forward, as if penetrating the entire church, penetrating the entire city, and falling on the distant city wall.

The cathedral bells rang long, and the brilliance was magnificent. The majestic divine power from the Great Hall of Light experienced a short period of imperceptible fluctuations and regained stability again, and these small fluctuations were covered by the powerful holy light that enveloped the entire church. No one noticed what happened in this temple...

The night of the fifth day was illuminated by the brilliance of God's Arrival. When the giant sun rose and the splendid morning glow shone over the ancient king's city, this glorious city still stood on the earth.

This is the morning of the sixth day.

Affected by the collapse of the large shield, all the mage towers were severely damaged. After barely running for half a day, they finally all stopped running. As a result, Saint Sunil's magical defense force collapsed when the sixth day came.

Under the leadership of several court mages, all the remaining mages who were still able to fight stood on the city wall, preparing to launch the last wave of magical strikes on those monsters in a way that was almost dead.

Wales Moen looked at the figures in the robes, as if watching the kingdom's accumulation of hundreds of years of heritage little by little to destruction.

The extraordinary is the foundation of a country, and the extraordinary such as the mages are more unable to withstand losses than the knights-because in most cases, the mages are not only extraordinary people who are good at fighting, but also have countless inherited knowledge. Excellent. The scholars in the world are not necessarily good mages, but all mages are bound to be excellent scholars. These scholars... should have stayed in a relatively safe environment to study knowledge and use wisdom to promote the country.

After contacting a lot of information about the Principality of Cecil, Wales confirmed this even more.

But now, the defense of Saint Sunil has almost collapsed, and these mages who have a lot of knowledge and wisdom have to stand on the city wall, to use as flesh-and-blood shields, as expendable weapons, and die cheaply and quickly here. place……

In the previous battle, the large shield could at least block most of the enemy's attacks. Even if the defending troops continued to suffer casualties, most mages could rely on the large shield to protect themselves, but now the large shield has disappeared. Once the effect of God's Arrival ends, the fragile mages will probably suffer heavy casualties immediately.

In the inner city behind him, the radiant giant who came to the human world by the technique of God's Arrival has begun to dim, and the monument-shaped barriers around the capital are also showing signs of illusory shaking. These phenomena all indicate one thing: God The power of magic is coming to an end.

Baldwin Franklin's voice came from behind Wales: "Your Majesty, the whole city has been collected for kerosene, which can support the battle for more than two days."

Wales turned his head and saw that the Duke of the West was no longer his usual neat appearance. His battle robe was damaged in many places, there were traces of smoke and smudges everywhere on his body, and a tired look was deeply imprinted on his face. .

But even so, the duke still maintained his ease of composure and elegance with a majestic bearing, as if these qualities had been deeply imprinted in his blood.

The new king sighed softly: "Okay, with kerosene, we can at least repel one or two waves of attacks..."

Those monsters are afraid of fire. This is the information that the soldiers on the southern defense lines exchanged for their lives. Under normal circumstances, large-scale flames on the battlefield must be created by mages—but if there is no mages, or Mage's power is no longer enough to maintain the firepower of the entire line of defense?

The hemp rope is soaked in kerosene and wrapped around the stone bullet. After ignition, it can replace the stone ball ignited by the magical flame. If the kerosene is poured down the city wall, it can still ignite the raging wall of fire under the city, which is no less than the scorching land. In the absence of magical power support, there are still some alternatives.

"Where is the Cecil Corps?"

"The last time I received the news was last night. They have crossed the river channel of the valley corridor and are speeding up to this side."

As the support army got closer and closer, the communication spell was able to establish a relatively stable connection, and Baldwin Franklin began to receive clear messages from Victoria. The establishment of stable communication greatly encouraged all the defending troops. This is one of the reasons why the defense can persist to this day.

Wales thought for a moment, then looked up at the mages on the city wall.

"Let the mages withdraw." The new king said succinctly.

"His Majesty?"

"All the best scholars in the kingdom can't be allowed to die here," Wales said quickly, "Without the protection of large shields and this kind of frontal group battle, it is difficult for these exhausted mages to function. , Their survival is more valuable than dying here. The city gate in the northwest corner should still be open now, right?"

"Smooth."

There are countless cluster monsters on the periphery of Saint Sunil, but not the entire city has been besieged to death. Now the city gate northwest of the capital is still passable. The limited support from the Western Legion entered the city through this gate. .

"Prepare to arrange the evacuation of scholars, including these mages," Welsh's tone revealed unquestionable, "Send out of the city from the northwest corner."

"Your Majesty," Baldwin couldn't help but say, "I'm afraid this will shake things up..."

"As long as I'm out, the line won't waver," Wales interrupted the Duke of the West, "and I'm not asking these mages to flee - I'm asking them to survive this battle. The city will hold, Armored and sword-bearers will hold it, but after holding it, we need pen and paper to rebuild it."

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

The Duke of Westland left to carry out the king's order, and Wales' attention was refocused on the city walls, on the holy light barriers that could be extinguished at any time.

After an unknown amount of time, his eyes suddenly turned to the sky.

A few small black spots appeared between the distant clouds at some point. Under the bright and increasingly bright morning sun, those black spots were rapidly approaching Saint-Sunil.

A few minutes later, when the black dots began to decrease in height, Wales finally vaguely saw what they were with the help of the extraordinary vision——

It was a giant eagle surrounded by several griffins.

Wales watched them with wide eyes, watching them dash towards the capital in a near-suicidal dive, and as their flying altitudes continued to decrease, the clustered legions gathered on the plains finally responded - albeit in a frenzy. State, those monsters still launched an instinctive attack on the uninvited guests who broke into their "air domain", and arcs burst from the ground to the sky, crossing and weaving into a shining giant net, and at the edge of this giant net , the eagles and griffins danced over the clouds and over the walls of Saint-Sunil.

They dropped something from the sky.

Those things bounced off in mid-air, stretched, fluttered in the wind, and at the same time had bright colors, and Wales quickly saw what those floating, cloth-like things were—

It's Cecil's flag.

The king slowly opened his eyes, then suddenly laughed.

The founding hero arrived a day earlier than agreed.

As a large number of Cecil flags stretched out in the sky and fell with the wind, the bells of the Holy Light Cathedral in the inner city gradually weakened.

The effect of God's Arrival has ended.

The light-casting giant floating above the city shattered, turning into countless scattered holy lights that scattered in the air, and the holy light barriers protecting the capital were also cracked inch by inch, and disappeared in a short period of time.

The cluster monsters on the entire plain were restless.

Cecil's flag fell with the wind, and in the sudden boost of morale, the Welsh sword pointed to the sky:

"For Ansu!!"

Saint Sunil, the cry frightens the clouds.

Gunfire roared along the Gorgon River.

The three inland warships were lined up along the river bank, and the rest of the gunboats and small gunboats were listed on the river. The large and small close-up guns and light main guns were aimed at the east bank of the river.

On the bridge of the Pioneer, Byron's voice was almost as loud as the artillery fire outside:

"Fire suppression, fire suppression, and quickly clear the landing site!"

"Follow-up cargo ships keep up, keep up!"

"Quick, quick, release the springboard, release the springboard! Put the ground troops down!!"

Under the cover of gunboats, the crystal cluster monsters entrenched in the entire east coast area were quickly cleared, and armored cargo ships approached the beach suitable for landing one by one. Under the action of the device, it extended to the bank of the river, and the tanks and multi-purpose combat vehicles that were already ready to go drove to the ground one by one, and quickly established a propulsive defense line on the land.

With the roar of the tank guns, the marines also rushed to the river bank.

On the bridge of the Pioneer, the image of Sonia appeared on the magic net terminal in front of Gawain: "...just flew over Saint-Sunil...the signal has been cast...they are still holding on..."

Gawain looked back at Byron, who had finally calmed down: "Can we hit Saint Sunil from this position?"

"Exceeds the theoretical range - but you can try it with a shot," Byron's loud voice sounded again, "without guaranteeing the accuracy, I can hit the cannonball on the plain south of St. Sunil at the right angle. But no one knows exactly where it will end, and it will definitely not be able to hit the capital anyway.”

"Fire the cannon," Gawain nodded slightly, "Tell those monsters that we are here."

"Did you hear me! Guys!" Byron's face was flushed, and he turned to his crew, waving his arms, "Overload the main gun and do XX shots!!"