The blood-soaked hair clung to her forehead, and she pulled back her long sword, and fell to her knees on the ground because of her unstable strength. There was a blackening in front of her eyes, a sound of footsteps, and a small group of soldiers passing near her, but the smoke was so dense that people could not find the Valkyrie of Eruin.
Freya suddenly felt something.
A monotonous buzz resounded above the sky, the sound of the magic engine of a fast sailing boat.
She lifted her head subconsciously. In the blood-red sky, several shiny silver lines were passing through the smoke and fog, straight across the sky. Freya suddenly froze, and opened her chapped lips slightly.
A blaze of light was shining across the sky.
On the three intersecting horizontal lines, the main fleets of the Bugatians and Bancias have opened their formations, the volley fire flickers again and again, and a path of flames begins to slowly extend forward in the sky.
In its center is a small and brave fleet—
Twenty-three fast sailing ships with high silver sails.
They faced the wind, like twenty-three straight silver lines straight into the clouds.
That was the Eruin fleet.
Surrounded by artillery fire that exploded like fireworks, the gorgeous light was reflected on the young faces, and at this moment in front of them was not only a picture of a huge battlefield, but a colorful road.
The road of fire and light stretches forward in the air.
Silver Dragon Mithril also raised her slender neck, and in her mercury-like eyes, a little flash was reflected. It was so dazzling on this chaotic battlefield. The silver sail broke through the layers of siege, separating the thick smoke and the mist-Eru came here without any consideration, and with the dazzling light, the pieces exploded, and the rushing clusters could not stop Step forward.
She suddenly groaned.
The dragons dispersed in an instant and surrounded the invisible Yarak in the middle. At this moment, the offense and defense seemed to be transposed. Looking down from the sky, twenty-three tiny light spots have approached the huge black sphere.
Solomon watched the scene silently in the air.
He had no time to cast any more spells, but at this moment, he felt the power of that destiny-mortals stand side by side, and the future of the entire world is connected to each other like never before.
Everyone raised their heads subconsciously, staring at the silver flashes in the sky.
Under the attack of the crystal clusters, the six outermost speedboats finally began to fall slowly.
Then there are seven more ships.
People clenched their fists, but suddenly three fast sailing boats actively broke away from the main array. They accelerated into the ocean of crystal clusters, and the artillery on both sides spit out flashes of light. Flooded by clusters. But just as the light in peoples eyes disappeared, the entire sea of crystal clusters suddenly swelled, and a bright flash of light pierced through it.
A new round of the sun, the light scattered scattered above the clouds. Facing the long-lasting glow of the sun, Earl Autin stepped onto the podium. In the fierce gust of wind, the only seven speedboats remaining approached the target.
“Unlock the machine!”
The count commanded calmly.
“The lock is unlocked!” A whisper in reply echoed from the remaining airships.
“Report the distance.”
“Seven hundred twenty.”
There was a twisted sound of steel in the air. Under the siege of the crystal cluster, the Boniville on the outer side unfortunately hit the side of the Sandka. Off the ground.
“Take care, and I wish victory—”
“Long live Eruin.”
This was the last signal from the two ships.
The goal is almost here.
Count Odin closed his eyes.
Five ships simultaneously activated the anchoring device-five tiny light spots finally approached the edge of the black sphere; above the sky, in the floating fleet of the Eruin, Bancia and Buga, all of them Hold your breath. Peoples eyes seem to have reflected the dazzling brilliance of the thirteen ring space magic.
Far away on the other side of the battlefield, a shudder shook Misriels heart.
Ms. Yinlong turned back.
On the battlefield, Freya looked up at the sky like a stone sculpture.
Among the black spheres, suddenly a long tail swept out of it. It hit the earls ship first, then the remaining four floating ships in order-one broken.
The light dots went out, and the shards of sky fell down one after another.
…
The quiet needle in the gloomy temple could be heard.
Bredel silently clenched the hilt of Odysseus—Clais, the lady of the dying moon. Before ten thousand years ago, she was the goddess who dominated sleep and night, and a protector of all undead creatures. She was both the **** of death and the priesthood of life, because the cycle of life and death was endless.
but not now.
After tiamat fell, the lady, along with most of the deities, became the puppet of the Twilight Dragon. At this moment, the two sides have stood on either side of a clear line, and are enemies and non-friends.
Bredel glanced back at Andrieg, and Miss Vampire looked away with some guilty conscience, but she still stared at the master goddess above the throne with a complex and inexplicable look.
She has been a protector of all undead.
At that moment, Murphys and her suddenly understood the feelings of the dragons.
But the goddess above the throne was very calm, with a star-like eye staring at everyone, she seemed to have exhausted all her power, and slowly spoke three words:
“kill me.”
With a bang, Andreaigs machete fell to the ground.
Kleiss closed her eyes, but when she opened them again, there was only cold murder in her dark eyes.
…
The huge black sphere hovered motionlessly above the Karasu Plateau.
Everything seemed as if nothing had happened. Quietly, people looked at this scene quietly. The wreckage of the airship drifted slowly to the ground. The sky was rarely calm, and even the fire coverage stopped. The three floating fleets did not know for a moment whether they should continue their offensive-or did the oracle have landed on this world?
Manrique touched his cheek, his palms wet. Beyond the porthole, the black trails falling from the sky do not know whether it foreshadows the end of the end.
There was a whining sound on the plateau, and it was a trombon to retire.
No one can compete with a deity, and the tragedy of the Battle of Metz must not be repeated here—
On the battlefield, the Bancias first retreated, then the other nations on the Great Plains, then the Lions of Toquinin, and finally the Highland Knights. The head of the Highlander Bunid wiped the sweat from his palms and looked at the two remaining crystal towers on the battlefield from a distance. He sighed with a bit pity. But he did not hesitate, dropping the gaping sword in his hand and walking backwards.
Behind him was a silver wave, and the silver elves and the heroes of the Army of the Earth were covering the withdrawal of mortals.
But in the tide-like retreat, one person was going up against the current.
Freya had slowly stood upright and walked firmly forward—a crystal cluster in front of her separated from the dust and rushed at her, and she turned back with a sword, and the blade broke apart with the skull of that crystal cluster. But she was also knocked out and fell to the ground.
Freya gritted her teeth and got up again, wiped the blood on her forehead, and went forward with a deep and shallow foot. Beside her, some soldiers finally noticed the existence of the Eruin Valkyrie. They stopped to stop and looked at the female knight who was uphill in surprise. People let go and let Freya pass between them. Go forward.
Outside Valhalla, Tulaman, who was taking a break, suddenly stood up from the wall in doubt.
And above the sky, Solomon opened his eyes again, and there was a hint of unknown light in his eyes.