Seeing Malthus's army arrive, Simon and Chris change their minds.

Compared to taking a huge risk to end the battle, it is undoubtedly more advantageous to let the living forces under Malthus's command consume Charlotte. He had already lost more than half of his elite for the sake of this war, and there was no reason why he should not take the opportunity to weaken Malthus's power.

After some negotiations, Simon was overjoyed to learn that Malthus and Monlisa were not in the army, and immediately ordered the leaderless Malthusian army to enter the battlefield, and let the masters and strong ones join the siege sequence.

Unlike the initial command style of cautious troop investment, this time Simon went against the norm and adopted waves of chaotic attacks.

This army had a game-changing effect on the battlefield, as Nowell's legions were quickly wiped out, and the Death Knights and Gargoyles suffered a massive casualty after the Banshee's entry, leaving only Wycliffe as a mobile line of defense on the battlefield for about an hour.

Simon enlisted Malthus's Master Force to join the siege, and more than a hundred Masters besieged Wycliffe with the help of an army of undead who were surging like an ant tide. Standing on Wycliffe's shoulder and looking down, the main battlefield was dark in the night, as if countless insects were surging towards the star iron giant. They are not afraid of death, even though they understand the limitations of what they can do to Wycliffe, but they surging up with the spirit of an ant colony.

The mage, depleted from the pool of magical energy, fell from Wycliffe's shoulder unsteadily, like a piece of flesh unfortunate enough to fall into a piranha river, and was torn apart in an instant by the dense undead.

The intensity of the battle was staggering, and over time, the first to weaken were the Mystical Mages and the Lich. At the beginning of the war, they used a wide range of spells to support their allies, regardless of attrition, and the ensuing melee depleted their pool of magical energy, and the spell flame of the counterattack gradually thinned, allowing the banshees who joined later to attack with impunity.

The mage's weakness had a series of consequences, and the next to suffer heavy losses were the Bloods, who had to take off to fight the banshees in order to protect their companions, but they were outnumbered and outfed in terms of air superiority. The brutal aerial battle lasted ten minutes, and as the last of the Bloods was torn to pieces by the five banshees in the air, the airspace was finally completely controlled by the enemy.

At this point, the banshees only had to worry about Wycliffe's divine fire and sporadic spell attacks, and they cooperated with the army on the ground and the master group to flank the allies under the leadership of the commander.

The exhausted mages had to fight back at the banshees with their staffs and sticks, a level of struggle that was ridiculous to the eyes of the banshees, as they dodged the thinning flames from the air to pounce on the mages, scratched the top of the mage's skull with their sharp claws, or threw the mage to the ground with a cry of grabbing a chicken. When Charlotte turned to her subordinates, the cunning banshees used their natural spell Banshee's howl to attack with a death sonic attack, and at each point, Charlotte had to use her magic energy to fend off the banshee's deadly howl.

Here comes the hard part.

When Wycliffe tells Charlotte that his divine power is about to run out, it means that they are completely in a desperate situation.

Wycliffe was only a demigod, and without the support of the power of faith, his divine power was like a rootless fire. In order to support his comrades who fought on him, his divine fire was almost never broken, and for him, although the extinguished divine fire still had considerable combat power, for the Allies it had lost the meaning of the defensive line.

Not only that, but Nowell's soul fire power will also be exhausted, and although as an undead, he is not unable to fight with physical strength alone, but his strength will be unimaginably weak. Jacob, who had not yet become a legendary mage, was even worse, his pool of magic energy was almost depleted, and he held the soul crystal in his hand as a temporary replenishment, seemingly seeing it as the last reserve for his escape.

As for Charlotte herself, although he still retains a third of the reserves in his magic energy pool, his physical strength is about to bottom out.

There is bad news everywhere, which means that Charlotte must make a decision before the fire is extinguished, whether to hold on or retreat.

Looking at the sluggish appearance of Vivian, Lolita, and Leonard, who had exhausted the magic energy pool, Charlotte frowned in confusion.

Sorry, Claire. That's all I can do.

Just when Charlotte made up her mind......

"Whew—what a long night's sleep!Huh?hey——!!!" A lovely voice came from Charlotte's arms, "What's going on?Is winter coming?Is the end of the world?Has the multiverse melee begun?Why did I wake up like this Doomsday War?Has it been another six or seven years?What about Charlotte? Has he hung up?Wow! The new owner is a legend!"

Charlotte, who was about to order a retreat, was stunned, and looked at her disciples who were also unknown. In the next second, they all saw a surprise in each other's eyes that could not be concealed!

"Elle!!" Charlotte reversed the calm image left by people in the past two years, took out the magic book with white jade cover from her arms like a child, held it high in her hand, and kissed it enthusiastically.

All of this comes from the heart, not the joy of recovering when the situation is unfavorable. In the sixteen years they have been together, he has long regarded Ai'er as a daughter-like blood relative.

"You're finally awake!"

"Wow, don't kiss me! It's still Charlotte's unlucky master!" the white jade-covered magic book smiled mischievously, writhing a few times in Charlotte's palm like a child, and swished into the air, transforming into the shape of the silver-haired young girl in a gentle silver glow.

It would be incorrect to say that it was a young girl, as it seemed that this slumber had made Elle's human form a few years older, and she already looked like a stunted twelve-year-old girl. She is very delicate and lovely, wearing a one-piece pleated dress with lace, and her hairstyle is no longer a double ponytail, but tied with a light blue ribbon to create a pure and delicate girlish style. The pale red eyes were shining, and although they looked like they had grown a lot, they still looked weird and cute when they opened their eyes and grinned.

As soon as she complained about Charlotte, she stuck out her tongue cutely, "Just kidding! Congratulations to Elle for becoming a legend! Wow! power! infinite power is surging!"

As she spoke, her white fists clenched, she held her breath in the air like a Super Saiyan.

Perhaps because when she used Summoning Future, Charlotte's power had far exceeded the specifications of using the Mental Image World, and this time Elle's awakening was unexpectedly fast. However, seeing Elle's form grow, Charlotte guessed that there might be a reason for her own legend.

But in every sense of the word, Elle's awakening at this time makes Charlotte as happy as a child. In terms of the battle situation, maybe the idea of retreating just now can be changed slightly, and it is time to recklessly take a wave of bones to let the skeletons of the Soul Seat see the strongest posture of the Soul Seat.

Before that, though, there's something Charlotte has to confirm.

"Elle, welcome back! As you can see, I'm in big trouble again, and I want to make sure you're recovering before making a decision. ”

"Hmm!" Elle writhed her delicate body in the air as if she was checking her body, and observed the battlefield with her hands as a curtain, "Although it is only about 40% recovered, as long as you don't summon the future again, this level of combat is still not a problem!"

"Alright!" Charlotte decided, "then let's join forces again to show these bones how good we are!"

"Oh!" said Elle, and the fourteen-year-old girl's movements looked extremely cute. She landed next to Charlotte and stood next to him, and then tilted her head and naturally took Charlotte's hand, and smiled at Charlotte.

The cold wind of the Far North ruffled her long silver hair, and the way she held the tip of her hair with her right hand was rare with a touch of elegance and gentleness. This action and demeanor slammed into Charlotte's heart, causing his eyes to widen.

"Hill...... Viva!"

"Hmm, what's wrong with my sister?!" Elle tilted her head in confusion.

Charlotte just shook her head self-deprecatingly, suppressing her doubts in her heart.

Thinking back to that moment, Charlotte seemed to see Sylvia's shadow in her. After taking a closer look, he found that the grown up Elle and Sylvia were actually seven points similar, but the usual demeanor and personality, and the different silver hair and red eyes made Charlotte never have similar thoughts before.

…… Is this an illusion caused by longing?

Still is...... What are the deeper reasons? (https:)

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