Chapter 638: The Last Wall

Day 5.

The giants of the crystal cluster are still rushing in like a tide, the monsters from the Holy Spirit Plain seem to be incessant, and the power of man... has reached its limit.

Arcane energy converged into round after round of lightning storms, and the destructive force continued to lick the crumbling energy barrier of the great shield of San Sunil. The interior reverberated, as if the roars of thousands of people, and as if the depths of the earth were not breaking open a rift leading to the abyss - the once complete barrier was actually now riddled with holes, and large pieces of fragmented noise. Spots covered the city, and those noise spots and howls filled the shield reminded the city's guards that the shield was about to collapse.

The overactive magical power is accumulating above the plain, and it has begun to affect the celestial phenomena. It should have been the summer season, but the whole city was swept by the gloomy winds. Dancing wildly with the gust of wind, and beneath the king's flag, scarred and exhausted knights and soldiers were trapped beside trebuchets and large ballistas, behind wall stacks, looking down with a numb tenacity. the plain.

The stone bullets and giant catapults used to defend the city still piled up on the walls, but less than a third of the ballistas and catapults were still fighting - because the mages who enchanted the ammunition were drained of their mana.

Mana is more easily depleted than physical strength, and it is also a factor that is more susceptible to environmental influences. The mage must recover his strength quickly in a relatively stable environment. However, at this moment, the entire city of San Sunil is shrouded in a turbulent magic field. After all, the human spirit is not a machine, and it is impossible to meditate smoothly in such a magical environment. The mages of the Wang family did their best to maintain the firepower of the defense line, but as the fierce battle beyond human imagination continued day by day, more and more middle and low-level mages temporarily lost the ability to continue to control magic power, and these mages The exit is the beginning of the inevitable collapse of the entire defense line.

Without the aid of a Battle Mage, regular stone projectiles and crossbow bolts have little effect on those cluster giants.

Wales was wearing patterned armor that had been stained with blood and many scars. He held the sword of the king and walked slowly across the southern city wall. The gloomy wind shuttled between the shield and the city wall, rolling behind him. cape and forehead hair.

He walked through a section of the city wall that had just been through a fierce battle - this section of the shield had been smashed through, the powerful arcane arc shattered large pieces of stone bricks, and left a cloud of charred remnants on the ground, the craftsman. We and the mages urgently re-reinforced the ground here, repaired the trebuchets here, and new soldiers replaced the previously killed team and continued to stand here.

A knight in tattered armor was leaning against a nearby wall, and the emblem of the Royal Knights could still be vaguely seen on his breastplate.

Wales did think the knight was dead,

However, when the horn sounded in the distance and the monster hit the barrier again, the blood-stained knight immediately turned over, rushed to the nearest trebuchet, and began to command the soldiers to fight back.

The new king watched all this without saying a word, and went on walking, inspecting the walls he had sworn to hold.

Another terrifying whistling sound resounded from the shield, and the entire city of San Sunil shook violently as if it was enveloped in a large bell.

After a while, the wind sounded, and Baldwin Franklin, who was wearing the robe of the Arcane Eye, rode the wind and landed beside Wales, and said quickly, "Your Majesty, the shield node in the southern district has just been burned."

"I heard that howl..." Wales said quietly. "How long will it last?"

Duke Baldwin raised his hand and pointed to the rapidly spreading noise over the capital: "...It has begun to collapse."

The Great Shield of San Sunil is collapsing - it has been under pressure far beyond the design threshold in the past few days. At this moment, all nodes have been partially or completely destroyed, and what is even more deadly is the magic focus of the underground capital. It has been unable to provide enough energy, and the lack of energy is triggering a chain reaction of shield decomposition, causing its nodes to be devoured and melted down by the backlash magic power one by one.

Some people on the city wall also noticed the collapsing large shield, but no one left the line of defense. Wales just watched the scene of the gradual disintegration of the large shield calmly. After a few seconds, he said softly: "We should listen to Archduke Victoria. 's suggestion to expand the size of the magic net and connect it to the Great Shield."

"Too many people have doubts about Cecil's skills, and now, it's time to accept the price."

Wales did not speak, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the Cathedral of the Holy Light.

A majestic radiance is gushing out from the top of the ancient cathedral, filled with endless solemn and vast aura.

It was to be expected that the big shield could not hold on to the arrival of reinforcements, but after the shield collapsed and before filling the gap with human life, Saint Sunil still had one last layer of walls to defend against.

"Theocracy has been entrenched in this royal capital for so many years, and it's time to fulfill their responsibilities."

The descent ceremony has reached the final critical stage, and the Great Hall of Light has turned into a sea of ​​holy light.

The top of the Holy Light Cloud, which has been floating at the top of the hall all the year round, descends to the ground, just like a sacred vision before the advent of the legendary kingdom of heaven. In the infiltration of the Holy Light Cloud Top, every pillar and sculpture of the Great Hall of Light seems to be wrapped in a Layers of crystal shells made the "City of Light Casting" described in the sacred books come to the world. In this sea filled with holy light, bishops wearing luxurious vestments and crowns are praising the Holy Spirit. The power of the God of Light, the layers of prayers surging along with the sea of ​​clouds of holy light in the hall, and continuously gathered to the Pope standing in the center of the hall——

Saint Ivan III stood there, holding the platinum scepter symbolizing divine power, he raised the hand holding the scepter high, and hit the scepter heavily on the ground for the first time:

"Praise the name of the Lord, may your will be exercised on the earth, so that the earth can be bathed in grace, and all living beings can be sheltered and forgiven!"

The radiance poured out from the pores of the Pope's facial features, as if a powerful light source was filling his body, trying to break free from the shackles of this flesh and blood.

In the unanimous praise of the bishops, he slammed the scepter on the ground for the second time:

"Praise the name of the Lord, may your will be executed in the sky, and the world will be illuminated with light, evil has no place to hide, and darkness has nowhere to hide!"

The brilliance flowed on the Pope, condensing a taller and more vast virtual image. This virtual image vaguely still has the face of the Pope, but behind it, there are more illusory overlapping shadows, as if the faces and figures of countless people are condensed. Together, they form a splendid giant image.

Finally, he slammed the scepter into the ground a third time:

"Praise the name of the Lord, you are the first shelter in the dark, the first hope mortals seek, and all beings will always seek the light, just as you will always shelter all beings - you are the beginning and the end, you are and always are, Forever, we wish you to come to this world protected by you, as it was in the past, and as it is today—"

A holy and illusory bell rang loudly, overwhelming all the prayers and praises in the Great Hall of Light, and the bell tower of the entire Holy Light Cathedral also rang, and the real and illusory bells echoed each other.

In the bell ringing, Saint Ivan III's body suddenly broke out of a bright and dazzling mirror image. This mirror image overlapped with the glorious giant standing behind him. The two quickly blended and suddenly rose up——

Above the Cathedral of Holy Light, a giant with a height of 100 meters slowly stood up.

The descending ceremony was a success.

On the city wall of Saint Sunil, Welsh Moen quietly watched the radiant giant stand up from the city, and watched the radiance released by him quickly spread towards the city wall, and he couldn't help being moved.

"Is that the power of the gods..."

With a sigh, the large shield that has shrouded the capital so far has finally reached its operating limit. With a series of weird whistling and tearing sounds, large swaths of noise quickly covered the barrier, and in the next instant it shattered into pieces. The turbulent light particles sprinkled on the capital, and almost at the same time as the shield collapsed, the light-cast giant also opened his hands, and the crystal-like walls of light pierced through the filthy clouds above the plain, layer upon layer. protected the entire city wall.

The crystal cluster monsters, who have no reason to speak, are not afraid of the power from the gods. Instead, they are excited because of this sudden huge energy, and they begin to roar wildly, and the attack becomes even more crazy. Countless giants use lightning, use their bodies, and even The "new shield" was bombarded with self-destruction, but the light-cast giant just kept his arms open, and the shield wall covering the entire city remained motionless.

This is the divine descending technique of Saint Ivan III, which can put the entire Ansu King in a temporarily invincible "earth heaven"!

Bai Dewen?? Franklin stared at the Holy Light Giant who sheltered the entire capital, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Unfortunately, if Saint Ivan III is twenty years younger... No, even if it is ten years younger. , God's Arrival can last for more than three days, and Saint Sunil can hold on until the reinforcements arrive..."

Wales did not respond to Bai Dewen's words, he just frowned and glanced across the southern city wall - under the baptism of the Holy Light, countless tired soldiers recovered their physical strength, and waves of spiritual encouragement allowed them to enter. In a state of joy and gratitude, the soldiers took out the holy light amulets and began to pray, and even the few who did not believe in the god of light could not help but start to praise the name of the god of light at this moment.

He took a slight breath and raised the long sword in his hand high: "Take the time to rest! Eat, drink, check weapons, don't waste time!!

"God's Arrival has a time limit! When it ends, only our flesh and blood will remain in the defense of San Sunil!

"This is our last chance to rest - seize it and hold on until reinforcements arrive!!"

In the king's cry, the soldiers who were immersed in gratitude for the Holy Light suddenly woke up. They realized that the safety in front of them was actually quite short-lived. The great shield of Saint Sunil had collapsed. The old man forcibly released the magic to maintain it. After realizing this, everyone on the city wall immediately took action, began to drink water and eat, seize the time to rest, and adjust their state to prepare for the final challenge.

In the Cathedral of Holy Light, in the corridor in front of the entrance of the Hall of Light, Veronica was quietly watching the closed door.

In order to ensure that God's Arrival was safe, all the attendants and lower-level priests had been dismissed. At this moment, only a team of ascetic monks and a team of inner court knights were guarding outside the building, and she was the only one in the corridor leading to the hall.

"God's Arrival..." Veronica said softly, the solemn and sacred aura kept escaping from behind the door in front, echoing faintly with the holy light on her body, but it dispersed clearly at the moment of fusion , "This time, it is the purest sample in seven hundred years..."

Along with whispering to himself, the "Virgin Princess" walked to the front door unhurriedly, and then pushed open the door of the Great Hall of Light without hesitation.

The raging holy light instantly filled Veronica's line of sight, and waves of light surged towards her, but all the brilliance turned into a gentle streamer when it was close to her, quietly. Dissipated silently.

In the hall, the devoutly praying bishops did not seem to sense that anyone had entered the space. Every bishop in a state of prayer maintained the same posture, like a puppet that was running automatically. Only the Pope in the center of the hall responded. Veronica's appearance reacted. This "spokesperson", who has been faintly integrated with the Holy Light and has countless light currents flowing through his body, slowly raised his eyelids and made a rusty-slow voice: "Vero... ...Nika...why...suddenly...come in..."

"Just to inform you that this experimental project is over."

The Pope's mind is obviously in a very slow state: "Experiment... Project?"

Veronica smiled slightly, put her hand on the platinum scepter in the hands of Saint Ivan III, and said softly, "Yes, it is about the nature of the gods and the laws of their operation."

"What are you... doing..." The Pope's voice finally regained a touch of human quality, he seemed to be trying to break free from this state of slow thinking, and a certain panic appeared in his tone, "You would... ruin it all... this city..."

Veronica held the platinum scepter and pulled it out of St. Ivan III's hands little by little: "No, the god's descending will continue, and this city will not be destroyed, but that It has nothing to do with your god."

As the platinum scepter was stripped away, Saint Ivan III's voice finally became smooth, and his tone was full of surprise and anger: "Who are you?!"

"It's just a disobedient," Veronica smiled and tapped the head of the scepter on Saint Ivan III. "The Norton Royal Family greets you and the master behind you."

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