The moment he heard the name, Loren paused slightly.

He wasn't surprised... While it was a surprise, it was not without clues.

According to Asriel, every Void being relies on the Void to perceive each other, strong and weak;

It is also mentioned in the last words left by Logan, who wears a hat, that he spotted the eyes that are peeking at him.

Considering that the other party had just easily stopped his "suicidal behavior", opened his dream world, and even helped himself master his power, if he was not a Holy Cross......

Loren felt that the other "black cross" should not be so kind.

"Why?" asked Loren.

"Why not?"

The pale golden figure said in a calm voice: "Even without my intervention, you can still get your own power, which has been one of the established matters since the moment you came to this world." ”

"One?"

"You're not of this world, and I don't have any information about you in my mind, so of course I don't know where you can go... When dealing with unknown problems, we must not be biased. The Holy Cross explains:

"But now that you've opened the second valve, any blocking is just a futile effort, and I don't think it's a meaningful move. ”

"I will help you, because you are different from any other being in this world, you will bring more change to this world, and the message attached to you is so large and so different, and you will succeed. ”

"So I'm helping you because it's something that makes sense, because the difference you've made is worth reaching out to... That's all. ”

The voice sounded very natural, as if it were supposed to be like this.

But Loren heard another meaning.

"As long as it's 'meaningful' and can make a difference... You're going to lend a hand, aren't you?"

The Holy Cross was silent for a moment.

"I can feel the hint you have in this message, a wizard from afar... Loren. ”

The voice was a little more emotional: "But you have to understand that without him... There is no me. ”

"I was born out of his philosophy, an extension of his ideals and ambitions, and through his hands, according to the trajectory he set, to develop, grow, and make a difference in the world. ”

"What may be unreasonable or even wrong in your point of view will become taken for granted in another view, and even regarded as the right thing, and the existence of desperate efforts to prevent it is evil. ”

"In him... When he saw the possibility of change and tried it, there were many opposing voices and forces - most of them were people who had the most benefits from the current state, but there were also many things that could not be understood, could not be understood... Fear is generated. ”

"They tried to stop, they sabotage, they interrupted, they made the process more tortuous... They were all destroyed. ”

They even created me according to his theory, thinking that I would be an obstacle in his way, but he did not know that it was all expected and even happy to see the result. ”

"So... Some of them were even destroyed by my own hands. ”

"But you're different, you're a person who makes a difference. The figure of the Holy Cross slowly approached: "For those who want to stop him, your presence is simply unique, and it is their last hope to stop him. ”

The pale golden light flickered, blurring little by little.

Loren, who frowned slightly, looked at the figure that was about to disappear, and couldn't help but speak: "Back then... What's going on?"

The Holy Cross did not answer.

"Whatever happens, there's no point in it, you can't stop it, you don't have to stop it, you're with him... There can be only one being who can change the world, and there is no compromise on this. ”

Loren looked at him, a little puzzled.

"You are so obsessed with change, but your power, or the power of the Holy Cross, is to create a world that will never change. ”

This is also too paradoxical.

"Exactly. "The Holy Cross makes no denying that:

"The beings who created me, in their time – or should it be contextual? Sorry, I'm not sure if the words were right or not – were the wisest and most courageous people to make a change, but they still made trial and error mistakes. ”

They think that they can create the best world and establish the most perfect, eternal and reasonable system at once by paying the price once, and they think that what they are creating is the ultimate truth. ”

"Unfortunately, they can't. Holy Cross looked at Loren: "You... It can't be done, no one can do it, or the moment you have the idea, it's doomed to fail. ”

"We can only find new answers through repeated changes, explorations, and overturning previous theories, and infinitely close to the truth through endless changes and explorations. ”

"So we are back to the beginning of the problem - I am reaching out to you because the world needs more variables, and if you follow the established path, there is no unknown world, to use the message you just gave me as a metaphor... It's a backwater. ”

"In that world, there is no past, let alone the future. ”

The calm words caused the dark-haired wizard to think, but also brought new questions.

"Since change is bad, then change must be good, and how can you be sure that it will move forward rather than backward?"

"I can't be sure. "The Holy Cross said frankly:

"Change may not come close to the truth, but without change, you will not be able to approach the truth – so this is a risk that must be taken. ”

"What is the truth?"

The black-haired wizard continued to ask.

Under the dream world, the pale golden light gradually dimmed, like a streamer, if there is nothing, gradually disappearing.

"Wizards from afar, this question ......"

The voice of the Holy Cross dissipated in the air, never to return.

Let the truth answer you. ”

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As the defense line of the Gem River collapsed, the elven prince, who was vaguely aware of something, began to mobilize a large number of reserve troops and put them into the battlefield to completely suppress the empire.

The Byrne Legion on the Gem River line was the first to suffer heavy losses - the first array with the heaviest casualties collapsed, and the heavily wounded infantry knights and hoplites were simply unable to carry out the task of covering the flanks, forcing the phalanx infantry on both flanks to abandon their spears and engage the enemy with their swords and short swords.

The overwhelmed Rigrel tried to organize the Byrne Knights to charge, but the enemy's frontal strength was nearly three times that of the Byrne Legion, and no matter how many casualties the Byrne Knights charged into the enemy formation, they could only open a gap.

If there are enough hoplites or Boi's elite hussars, the next step should be to expand the gains... But the current Byrne Legion no longer has such strength.

In order not to cause the collapse of the whole line, the Earl of Fort Fury could only order the front line to gradually retreat and replace it with a rear line array, and at the same time ordered five hundred Baine knights to dismount and act as infantry knights to maintain the array.

At the same time, the right flank was also in a hurry, and after receiving the news that the enemy had begun to attack on all fronts, Yuli Wiltz, who was fighting on the right flank, immediately mobilized reserve hussars to block the enemy's support line and try to encircle and annihilate the last stubborn elven two-sword warriors.

The Boys attacked from the flanks and fought alongside the Lordel of Lothair, Aaron, who had come to their aid, and managed to tear a rift open and give Yuri Wirtz a moment of respite.

The middle line in the fierce battle also paid a terrible price, and when the Azorean reinforcements pressed on all fronts, Dresis, who no longer hesitated, immediately led the hoplites to charge, while the Sakran regiment shrank down and retreated into the defenses for the last resistance.

By the time Karl Colin led the last of his archers into the defensive position, the three-headed dragon banner that had rushed into the Azorean elven formation had disappeared along with the cavalry of Drexis.

The Azorean elves, whose offensive momentum was slightly halted by the charge of the Imperial heavy cavalry, were greeted by the "black wall" that had been fully defended and impregnable.

"Shooting corps——, two rows of salvos, release ——!!!!"

White light flashed, and the elven warriors who had fallen in a whole row in the screams brandished their long knives and charged with the bones of their robes and imperial knights.

Faced with the crumbling front, Brandon, who could no longer bear it, finally gave the order to mobilize the reserve army, and the fresh army entered the front from the rear of the battlefield, but the suppressed imperial side simply did not have enough space for them to enter the battlefield all.

And the Azorean elves have proved with facts how vulnerable ordinary armies are in front of them!

Compared to the elven warriors who had become experienced in the battles with the Empire, the large number of new forces that had only been assembled after the battle were very vulnerable... With the exception of a very small number of well-trained veterans, most of the recruits even reached the point of collapse at the touch of a button, and could not even carry out the task of holding their ground.

But even so, Brandon kept urging the rear line to send reinforcements, filling the flanks of the center line that had been vacated by the contraction of the front, and rows of Sackland soldiers walked into the battlefield, and the only task that they could perform perfectly was to send them to death.

When the morale-maintaining veterans were killed and wounded, the remaining recruits finally couldn't hold back the fear in their hearts anymore, and their morale began to crumble, and they threw down their shields and halberds and fled for their lives.

Then they saw an additional "friendly army" behind them, riding horses, wielding scimitars, and setting up heavy crossbows to "welcome" their arrival.

Two thousand Bouillian hussars and one thousand Arles crossbowmen were sent to the rear of the line as overseers, and were given the power by Brandon to shoot and hunt down any deserters.

Neither Boi nor Arles had any "compatriot feelings" for the Sakrins, and remained loyal entirely to the emperor by the lord's allegiance, and there was no hesitation in hunting down Sakran deserters.

Amid the sound of trumpets, neat crossbow arrows, and the trumpets of the cavalry, the desperate Sakran deserters were regrouped and rushed into the hellish battlefield with their weapons picked up.

Even if they pile up human lives and fill them with corpses, let them play their last bit of use before they die, and delay the speed of the Azorean elves to break through the defense line!

A quarter of an hour later, when the Azorean elven warriors on both flanks of the middle line finally chopped the last legionnaire to the ground and advanced towards the Chinese army with blood and water, a "big gift" that they could not think of had already been waiting for a long time.

"Boom ————————!!!!"

Thunder rang out, and fire rained down from the sky.

The dragon spreads its wings!

..............................

"Oh, it's coming, it's coming!"

When three dragons raining fire appeared on the battlefield at the same time, the elven prince with his pupils shrinking was not surprised, but was so excited that his whole body trembled.

This means that the Empire has finally lost its grip and has reached the point where it must rely on the power of the dragon to save its decline - Brandon de Salion, who has nothing to do!

"Your Highness Rodria, our troops on the battlefield on the central front have suffered heavy casualties and are in dire need of support. The elven warrior on the side was not as ecstatic as he was:

"If this continues, sooner or later our army will be completely ...... by the dragons of the Imperials"

"Really?" the elven prince scoffed, "You mean... Annihilation, huh?"

"I ......"

"Yes, they'll be wiped out, but so will the Imperials... By the time they had wiped out the frontal army, our fleet would have reached the lower reaches of the Gem River, slaughtering all of their reserves. ”

"As for the three-headed dragon... Well, it's a nuisance, but I've got enough lightsabers for these three brutes - the Imperials probably wouldn't have imagined that the launchers I fired at them at the start of the war were only a third of the ones in my hand, and although it was a pity to be wiped out, the surprise was always saved for the end, didn't it?"

Looking at the elven warrior with a shocked face, the elven prince could no longer contain the ecstasy in his heart, it was a joy that he had been waiting for for too long.

From the very beginning, he didn't care at all about winning or losing a frontal battle... It is the balance of strength that determines victory or defeat - to defeat the Empire once and for all, it is only necessary to weaken their strength to the point that they can no longer compete with the Azorean elves.

Dragons, Floating Cities, Lightsabers?

A sneer appeared on the corner of the elven prince's mouth.

These seemingly powerful "weapons" ... As long as they are not to the point where they can turn the whole tide of the war, they are not to be feared, or even worth distracting themselves, and they are at best variables, not enough to turn the tide of the war.

The victory and defeat of tens of thousands of people on a small scale, the gains and losses of one city and one place, and even the victory and defeat in the local area... Perhaps it can be changed by these forces.

But this time it was different, this battle involved far from a frontal battlefield, but the whole battle situation, which was fought between hundreds of thousands of troops throughout the entire territory of Ebolden, and which side had more surviving fighters was decided... The fate of the race!

The people of the empire who care too much about the outcome of a head-on battle, about whether an extremely risky plan can succeed... Brandon de Salion, defeated from the start, completely defeated!

The joy of victory has appeared on the face of the elf little prince.

And at this very moment......

"Boom ——————————!!!!"

A loud thunderous bang came from behind him, and the startled elven prince jerked his head back to see in the direction the sound came from.

Direction of Ebolden!

"Your Highness, Your Highness, that's ......"

"I saw it, I saw it!"

The wide-eyed elf prince desperately held back the raised corners of his mouth.

Although far away, the Eagle King's court could still be seen collapsing, and a huge black shadow rushed into the sky in the midst of the exploding smoke and dust, spreading its wings.

"Boom ————!!!!"

The thunderous roar of the dragon resounded like a death knell over Ebolden.

It worked?

It worked... Myself... I—I defeated Loren Torino... That Imperial Man... Dead by my hands... It's me......

"Boom ————!!!!"

There was another long roar, and the roaring desolate beast desperately spread its wings and soared hard.

Wait a minute... What's going on?

Why does that dragon look... It seems like... Like you're about to fall?

Almost at the moment when the thought struck, the dragon that stood on the dome suddenly fell into the sky as if it had broken its thread.

In the city of Ebolden, where the royal court had collapsed, suddenly flickered and covered the whole city... Gray-blue glow.

"That's... Nine-pointed star?"

Staring at the light in the city, the elven prince found that his voice became a little trembling:

"Loren Torino's... Nine-pointed star?"

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