Scene 378 The Ride of the Valkyrie (Part 2)

On the battlefield, the white lion's battle flag began to move slowly again.

It was Nimesis who took the lead at the forefront. The female knight held a battle flag in one hand and a long sword in the other. She was like the initiator of the attack of the entire White Lion Army. The little devil often fights with her just once, before being cut off by her sword.

It was the first time for Freya to witness that fierce actual 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 the white lion, baring her teeth and claws, tearing apart all her enemies and leading everyone forward.

Behind her, the soldiers of the White Lion Legion and the cadets of the Wangli Knight Academy burst out with their greatest potential at this moment, and the attack finally became smooth. They attacked the city wall with such force.

"Tauren!"

Heart-piercing shouts.

Freya also saw it. She turned over the top of the city and saw that there was a wall behind the wall, and behind it were densely packed tauren holding giant axes, at least hundreds of them. Before she had time to widen her eyes, the soldiers rushing to the front all flew into the air.

Behind the tauren, a group of snake-haired ladies with longbows appeared. It was Medusa. Although the girl from Butch didn't know much, she also knew this mythical creature.

"Ah..." Freya couldn't help but subconsciously let out a low cry.

This is a trap.

Everyone suddenly realized this. Nimesis's face was terribly cold, and Freya even saw that the female knight's hand holding the flag lacked a trace of blood, and even trembled slightly.

"Don't look over there, let's move on."

she cried out with difficulty.

But a wave of arrows had already enveloped the wall. This was Medusa's shot. The dark green arrows had no armor to resist them. The soldiers in front turned into stone statues before they could struggle.

After a round of shooting, the number of people rushing to the front was reduced by one-third. The Medusas moved quickly, and began to draw their bows and arrows again.

...

The white lion battle flag suddenly disappeared.

The Marquis of Balta witnessed this scene with his own eyes - he saw the battle flag of the white lion fall and disappear into the rain. A feeling of hopelessness emerged in his heart, and he suddenly felt a little dazed. There seemed to be only one voice echoing in my heart:

Eruin has lost his last chance.

"Master Marquis, be careful!"

A savage demon flitted across the city, passing Balta. The Marquis lost his mind for a moment, but his hand was empty, and the long sword had been ripped away by the barbarian. Subconsciously startled in his heart, he turned his head, just in time to see a monster with horns on its head jumping in front of him.

What a terrible breath.

This was Balta's last thought. The horned demon had mercilessly strangled his neck and pulled him up from the ground. His Excellency, whose strength was more than one level away, had no room to resist.

"Master Marquis!"

"Legion Commander!"

In the screams of the soldiers of the White Lion Legion. Balta walked the last journey of his life. At that moment, he seemed to see the light in the darkness, a tall and familiar figure standing there, just like on the battlefield at that time.

Lord Marshal.

The horned demon effortlessly pinched the neck of the Marquis Eruin, the head of the White Lion Legion, and threw the lifeless corpse aside. Then he stepped on the Eruin flag on the top of the city.

It looked at all the human soldiers in the city with contempt. From its point of view, the soldiers here were like garbage, and even the most inferior creatures in hell were stronger than them. If it weren't for the portal not being able to transfer more high-end troops for a while, otherwise this place should have been destroyed ten times long ago.

Dealing with these bugs is really tiresome for him.

Anyway. The damned Acropolis has finally been captured——

The Citadel of Brunoan has fallen.

Wood saw the flag disappear into the rain in the crystal ball, and finally realized the fate of this defeat. Eruin will be destroyed by this, and his path will come to an end. No one knows better than him what this event means to the Temple of Fire.

He could almost imagine that he would lose everything from the past. But more importantly, the Temple of Flame was ashamed because of 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 those nobles. I believe they will regret it." The once prominent priest could not help but reply at this moment.

"Please wait a moment, Lord Priest." Yula who was sitting on the side suddenly said.

"Um?"

Everyone turned to look at the blind girl.

...

A spear appeared in Freya's vision. The lightning arc jumping on the spear blade jumped to the tauren in an instant. The blade of the gun moved forward, piercing into the monster's chest, bloody arrows spurted out, and then the girl with the long ponytail pulled out the spear, causing the monster to fall to the ground.

She looks at her. There was some curiosity in the golden eyes, and then he stretched out his hand to her: "Are you... Freya?"

"I am." Freya knew this girl: "Are you Qian?"

The girl smiled slightly, showing her cute canine teeth: "Yes."

"Did you see Metisa, Freya?"

Freya shook her head, covering the wound on her shoulder with one hand. Some panicked looking around. 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, her breath was like a thread, and a feathered arrow was stuck in her chest-but even so, she still held the battle flag of the White Lion Army tightly in her hand.

As if hearing Freya's call, Nimesis struggled to open her eyes, and narrowed her beautiful eyes to stare at Freya. "Freya, listen up..."

"Sister..."

"Hold this battle flag...you are the commander now."

"How could this be……"

Already failed.

Freya looked at the face that looked a little stern because of her indifferent expression, but she always felt that Nimesis took care of her more like a family member of hers, it should be said that she was like a sister; There is no older sister or older brother, so I cherish this relationship very much.

Nimesis smiled at her, an ugly smile.

"Go, Freya."

"But you?"

"I can't die yet..." Nimesis showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "Go, this is an order, you idiot. I believe you..."

Why trust me? Freya didn't understand. Why Nimesis and Brando always trust him so unconditionally. She obviously doesn't know anything, and she can't learn anything. Compared with others, she is as clumsy as an ugly duckling.

Everyone is down, senior, Carlo. Enroc and Miuko, only Bresen and Caglis are still making the final resistance. She turned her head and looked at the sporadic battles near Medao Village. Due to the loss of command, defeat seemed to be imminent.

What can she do?

But Nimesis seemed to see the girl's confusion, smiled at her, and said a word to her. Freya didn't understand what that meant, but Akane, who was a mercenary, did.

'Because you're a Valkyrie, silly boy. '

"Because this is my request. Freya, how are you?" Nimesis asked weakly.

These words made the girl from Butch clenched her fists. Throughout the battlefield, the soldiers of the White Lion Legion had already started to retreat.

But Freya turned her head back: "Cy."

The girl with the usual ponytail looked at her suspiciously.

"can you help me?"

Akane didn't answer. She knew Brando's trust in the girl. Because she has followed Brando for the longest time, Brando will not shy away from sighing with her about the people and things around him. The girl is very satisfied with such a life, although she just listens quietly.

Then she nodded.

"Thank you." Freya took the battle flag of the White Lion Army, and she took a deep breath. Although the tension did not wash away from her body, she took one last look at Nimesis.

She leaned the female knight against the wall, and replied earnestly: "Sir, I will let this battle flag shine on the battlefield as long as I am alive."

"Aruin will not perish... The death of the Marquis of Balta is like the final death knell of the Bunoan Acropolis. At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to collapse. But in every corner of the city, the officers of the White Lion Legion are still standing firm For the final battle.

"Owen, do you still remember the book called The Summer of Wisteria?"

The young officer of the White Lion Legion in silver-gray armor stood blankly in the heavy rain, as if he hadn't recovered from his defeat. With the death of Marquis Balta, the White Lion Army seems to have really come to an end in a series of failures.

Countless demons rushed to the city. With a breath of despair.

"We failed, Charlotte, don't talk about your book."

"Yes, I think so too, Owen. So order the soldiers to open the south gate of the Acropolis. How about we retreat from there?"

Owen suddenly turned his head, staring at his companion with bloodshot eyes: "You are crazy!" He yelled through gritted teeth, "We must not retreat, our teammates are still ahead!"

Charlotte smiled.

"Then remember to buy that book for me, the one with the gold edge on the cover, the collector's edition published in 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 Bunoan Acropolis opened.

The remaining soldiers of the White Lion Army in the city began to retreat. The demon's commander - the horned demon immediately noticed this, and of course it couldn't tolerate the retreat of these humans who caused huge troubles for themselves.

It uttered a trombone, and the army of demons rushed towards the south gate immediately. It led the team in person, ready to crush those bugs.

But it rushed down the city, bypassed several alleys, and came to the only square in the city. Here, what it saw were human beings in full battle—not just the guards of the White Lion Legion, but also men in rags and even children.

The horned demon suddenly realized something was wrong.

Standing among the crowd, Sherlock raised the long sword in his hand contemptuously:

"I know you're listening—fire on me, Victory...fire on me, Victory!"

The voice coming from the magic crystal seemed a little distorted, but it still made no secret of its firmness. The mage who delivered the order was silent for a moment, and then turned to look at the Earl behind him.

Wearing a long overcoat, Count Yanilasu, who was pale and tired, closed his eyes. He rubbed his forehead, as if he had made a great determination before answering:

"The demon's commander is there, shoot him."

"But my lord."

"I will bear all the responsibilities." The earl replied lightly.

If someone dares to give up his life, why would he not dare to give up his reputation?

The ground trembled, and the dazzling golden light had already formed a piece in Bu Nuo'an Acropolis. Like a sea of ​​fire. Owen watched this scene helplessly, watching the lower-level demons who lost their command flee in the flames, and watching his colleagues turn into ashes in the explosion, tears welled up in his eyes.

He straightened the body of the Marquis of Balta, and then raised the dilapidated Aruin's flag high.

That movement seemed extremely sacred.

...

Two flags reappeared on the battlefield.

It was a glimmer of hope bought with the blood of countless people, like a shining belief, everyone couldn't help but feel the blood boil in their hearts. Even on the Victory. Even Eruin's naval petty officers couldn't help closing their eyes.

Priest Wood watched this scene silently.

Although Yura couldn't see it, the cheers from the mountains and tsunami outside had reached her ears. She is not from Eruin, but a smile still appeared on her face.

‘Come on, Aruin. '

But on the frontal battlefield of Medao Village, Kaglis, who was attacking, suddenly stopped.

what happened?

He and all the young people from Tonigel felt strange, not only them, but the soldiers of the entire White Lion Army felt this throbbing from the heart.

In front of them was the unstoppable Tauren. The White Lion Army is retreating again and again, under the double blow of Medusa and cave lizardmen shooters. They have in fact lost most of their previous victories.

Seeing that everything is about to come to naught.

But a banner caught their eyes, and it seemed that the banner was not woven of cloth, but of gold. The flag was unfurled in the heavy rain. The white male lion above came alive.

That's Freya.

The female knight held the banner in one hand, and the holy sword of the lion heart in the other, and she passed all the people, facing the terrible monsters from Jogendigon.

At that moment, Qian was beside her, and the White Lion Army was behind her.

His left hand is a mountain man, and his right hand is a white lion.

When he moves forward, he is unstoppable.

At that moment, history seemed to be rewritten.

The scene seven centuries ago is 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 shake the air slightly. Everyone felt this throbbing from fate.

Freya raised her sword.

"White Lions, follow my orders and attack forward."

"Even if we die, we will die on the road of attack."

"Maybe one day in the future, the white lion will be reborn from the ashes. Instead of going out forever."

The voice of the female knight clearly penetrated the rain curtain, and her promise was like an oath, just like the rules set by the former king Eke in front of the Lion Heart Sword. At that moment, a miracle happened. The cadets of Wangli Knight Academy were surprised to see the armor of the White Lions light up slightly.

Then a faint golden light seemed to fall from the sky. Then it surrounds every soldier of the White Lion Legion, and finally forms a golden mark.

If Brando was here, he would probably recognize that this was 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 no matter what——

The mark of the lion, endows the wearer with a heroic effect. The army wearing it will no longer be afraid, will always have high morale, and will not fall into panic under any circumstances.

It was as if the spirit of the lion had come to life.

Caglis raised his head, and he suddenly felt that the eyes in the sky that had been watching this place all the time seemed to have disappeared. It's as if the ancient king has gone away, but Aruin already has a new successor for him.

All the remaining soldiers of the White Lion Legion roared and attacked the enemies who were 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 they may eventually be defeated, the legend of Aruin and the white lion will be passed down.

Never fade away.

It's a pity that the tauren from Georgendigon can't think, otherwise they would definitely feel trembling at the face of such an army that has given up everything. But in the face of these indomitable humans, the only thing they can do is to raise their giant axes.

They may not quite understand why these human beings can accept it so frankly when it is clearly a failure. For creatures from the dark depths, survival is the only glory.

Behind the tauren, the Medusas also raised their bows.

The two armies strangled together.

Courage, honor, or simply the desire to live are all mixed together for a moment, never to be separated from each other. Humans briefly achieved the result of the stalemate with the tauren at great sacrifice, but at the cost of it was a heart-pounding loss.

Freya rushed to the front, her sword was as firm as it could break through many obstacles──

Qian looked at the back of the female knight with some admiration, but the throbbing she felt was not the courage to move forward, but the unyielding faith. For the first time, she knew that someone could be so determined, that she could fight on her own without relying on others.

It was an aura that made her heartbroken. She once thought that only the lord could have such an aura.

But it turns out a girl can do it too.

The moment of Freya's back was like some kind of deep memory, it was only a moment, but it was already deeply imprinted in her heart.

Suddenly she was willing to hold the sword for her, opening a path for her beside her.

...

"Can you win?"

"I'm afraid not."

Wood had a brief conversation with Macaro the Fox and Overwell. The chief priest of the Cruz people stood tall, and the attendants immediately put on the robe for him.

"Master Officiant?"

"The Eruin people are fighting for their destiny. To be blunt, I have to gamble for my destiny and belief." Wood sighed and replied: "Just watching here, Makes me ashamed, and also the King of Flame."

"But my lord, the devil should have kept a hand of cards, if you make a move now..."

"Now is not the time to think about that."

Wood replied lightly.

At this time, the cabin door was suddenly opened. Everyone couldn't help frowning. Could it be that the people below have been so flustered that they even forgot the basic etiquette?

They turned their heads, only to see the strange face of Baal, Earl of Violet.

"They are coming!"

"who?"

Qian stabbed a tauren with a single shot, and then suddenly turned around. She grabbed Freya in front of her and frowned slightly.

"Cy?"

"There is something."

The ground was trembling slightly, and soon, everyone felt such a slight change. The soldiers of the White Lion Legion behind were the first to turn their heads.

There is still a long time until dawn.

But there was a silver light on the southern horizon.

That's not dawn.

It is a silver armor that undulates and forms a line. Countless cavalry are galloping on the hills, they are holding their flags high, roaring like the ocean, singing hymns from the era of the War of the Saints.

"It's cavalry!?"

"Where are these cavalry!"

"There is such an army in the South?"

Freya frowned slightly. She saw a banner leading the army forward, singing songs that she had never heard before, as if it came from an army in mythology.

'The horn sounds again, may the clans not forget the sacred covenant'

'Dark wings cover the sky, but still the silver dawn rises'

'An ancient oath resounds on the earth, armor is as new, and the sword is still ringing'

'The Holy One is coming, and the flames of war are ignited again'

On the battle flag, a sacred lily emblem as pure as silver shone almost dazzlingly.

Silver Elf.

They returned to this land once again...