Outside the city of Ebolden, the main battlefield.

Bones have covered the burning battlefield, and the remains of severed limbs and broken weapons and armor have filled the ravines, causing the trenches to burn with an unquenchable fire... It was still impossible to prevent the soldiers on both sides from pouring into the battlefield one after another, turning their flesh and blood and fresh lives into an inconspicuous weight on the balance of war.

Fierce, ruthless, calm, numb.

The so-called "battle of fate", "battle of empires" ... There was not the slightest thrilling excitement or excitement for Brandon, only numbness, a long, endless numbness.

If there was still a trace of blood at the beginning, then when the fierce battle lasted for several hours, even the blood flowing in the body gradually became cold, and even I couldn't feel any heartbeat.

In the past, when Brandon read that those "ancestors" were expressionless, "decisive" and "calm" to send their armies to the battlefield to die, he imagined how tragic the emotions of these ancestors were, and now ......

Just now, when a team of centurians who had protected him in Broken Mountain was wiped out, Brandon de Salion didn't feel any mood swings, and he even thought he was dead.

To be honest, he almost felt like he didn't care too much about winning or losing, following the plan, following the plan, step by step, and executing every step he had made before the battle, in a sense, he was desperate to lose the battle and put an end to this numb and cold nightmare.

It's a hundred to die, the burden of being alive, the pressure to make accurate judgments quickly and quickly in a tense state all the time... It's worse than dead.

Squinting his eyes and taking a deep breath, Brandon inhaled hard a breath of air filled with smoke and the smell of blood, the scorching smell making his body even colder.

"Exactly... When will it end?"

Emperor Brandon muttered to himself.

"Your Majesty?"

The leader of the Night's Watch hurriedly stepped forward, respectfully.

"It's nothing, I'm just guessing about the Eagle King on the other side, or the one called... The Rodria Azores guy, will it be the same as I think?" Brandon couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth:

"Waiting for the opponent to make a mistake, waiting for the opponent to play the last trump card first, waiting for the opponent to hold on any longer, waiting for the situation to change... In the endless waiting, I became impatient, and I wanted to go into battle and strangle the other party to death!"

"Maybe. ”

"Maybe?"

"Loren Turin once talked to me about the elven prince on the other side, who treats war as a game, loves games, has an excessive attachment and tendency to win, and will easily do irrational things. ”

"Hah! Sounds like something I'm going to do. ”

Brandon laughed to himself.

"That's true, but the only difference is that the other party is no different from seeking death by doing so, and His Highness is the last trump card of the empire... There is a world of difference. ”

The night watchman turned his words around and turned the conversation around very skillfully.

The most important thing is to dispel the idea that Brandon will be in the field himself.

"Don't worry, I won't do it myself until I have to. Brandon shook his head: "As long as the three-headed dragon does not appear on the battlefield, the guy on the other side will still have scruples The more crazy the guy, the more afraid of death is." ”

"Above all, I don't believe Loren Torino will let me down. ”

Looking at the emperor's lazy and seemingly natural appearance, the corners of Edward's eyes couldn't help twitching, and he knew a long time ago that Brandon, who was crazy in front of him, and Loren Torino, who was always cautious and calm, and even felt a little afraid of death, were actually the same kind of people.

An adventurist who disguises himself in various disguises.

Edward hates adventurists, and hates even more friends who know that they have nothing to do with him, that they are in danger and even die, but still have to be friends.

For Edward, who hated trouble, the reason why he was willing to be the leader of the Night's Watch, in addition to knowing too much and needing to try to save his life, was to use this identity to protect his friends as much as possible.

Refusing to compromise, feeling oppressed, trying to turn the tables in the face of adversity, eager for a crushing victory when evenly matched... With such an emperor and friends, Edward felt that his head was big.

And when I think of the previous Peter Fassa, there is a secret hidden in him... Edward was even bigger.

Not noticing the change in the expression of his night watchman, Brandon, who was in a trance, stared in the direction of Eberden City.

Look down on life and death, and play the battle of millions of lives and the fates between two races and nations... Is this the case with the Rodria Azores, and why is it not like this with himself?

When I think about it, Brandon feels like he's being manipulated by something... Let the two war game guys become the rulers of the two races, and decide the future and fate of their respective races... It's like a joke, but it's really come true right in front of you.

Brandon was convinced that the elven prince on the other side must have similar thoughts to himself, just as he was waiting for Loren Turin's plan to succeed, and he must be waiting.

"So... What are you waiting for?"

Brandon, distracted, muttered to himself.

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

"So what are you waiting for?!"

Isaac, who was desperately clutching the railing and messing around in the wind, widened his eyes and shouted at the little wizard, "Can you please aim quickly, otherwise we won't survive if we continue like this!"

"Quiet, don't disturb me!"

The small, equally pale wizard gritted his teeth and leaned his eyes on the scope as best he could.

The whistling air tugged at Isaac's mouth, making the already unpleasant voice of the male duck even more unpleasant, and the entire floating city actually fluctuated up and down in the wind, like a lonely boat in the raging sea, "dancing" with the wind.

In this fierce wind and "clouds", there are also countless golden-red meteors, rising from the gem river, dozens of "enthusiastic" rushing towards the floating city.

Relying on the tactics of the same end, the empire successfully eliminated the Azorean elves fleet and fleet commanders, but this did not mean that the Azorean elves in Eberden did not have warships, and it was not difficult to transform from smaller ocean-going warships into river warships, equipped with torsion ballistas that could fire oil canisters and iron crossbow arrows.

However, the floating city has consumed too much inventory due to the previous battle, and it can no longer take out any strength to fight back.

Fifty meters in the air directly above the Gem River, the slow-moving Horn Fort Floating City was under Isaac's control, and it did everything possible to dodge and move, but in the face of the storm of stone and iron crossbow arrows, it was to no avail.

"Boom !!!"

With an explosion, the "Resolute as Ice" spell that protected the outside of the floating city shattered, and the flames flew into the protective walls of the floating city, and there were bursts of screams.

"We've got to climb, climb! Fifty meters is too low, and if we go on like this, we'll be knocked down!"

"No!

Isaac, who was still full of horror one second, changed his face the next second and scolded another wizard who was scared stupidly: "There are only eight of us running the Floating City now, once we climb, we will have to consume more Void power, and the power of the Bright Light Sword will have to be weakened!"

"But, but ......"

"No, but, or do you want to experience the thrill of falling from a great height? I don't want to Ain anyway, what are you waiting for, waiting for us to be knocked down?!"

The little wizard, who was deaf to Isaac's roar, pursed the corners of his lips and did everything he could to calm himself down, his blue eyes unblinking, staring at the battlefield covered in smoke and dust.

She was also anxiously waiting.

If you want to kill the elven warrior Eugen, you need to meet two conditions at the same time, eliminate the void reaction on his body, and then completely wipe out the ** nothing left.

In order to achieve this goal, she must cooperate with the Demon Hunters on the front line, and accurately hit the target at the moment when the "Dream of Ran" opens, and must not be dodged or blocked by the opponent, because most Demon Hunters cannot last long in the "Dream of Ran", and the power of the Void in the Floating City will give her a maximum of three shots.

It's hard to do that.

In the face of the almost ferocious elven warrior Eugen, most witchers can barely even get close, and the few elite witchers who successfully close the distance often do not have time to open the magic array, and they are reduced to ashes in the flames.

The difference in strength between the two sides is too far away, no one can stop the crazy Eugen, even if they rush up, it is useless, and they can't even cause him a little trouble.

This is no longer a difference in "quantity", but a gap in "quality".

The little wizard with her eyes on the "observation glass" almost watched as one witcher after another disappeared into the flames, almost all of whom had studied at the wizarding guild of the Red Blood Castle, most of whom she knew, and even two-thirds of them by name, but now ......

In just a quarter of an hour, two-thirds of the more than 100 witchers had been killed.

Eugen... Unscathed!

The little wizard with clenched teeth could almost feel his heart dripping blood.

"Magic Array, activate!" roared the iron-faced Ain.

Isaac, who was stunned, was taken aback by the little wizard's sudden determination: "You, are you sure?!"

"Start!"

The little wizard repeated it through gritted teeth.

She knew that doing so would add more burden to the wizards in the Floating City, and even cause casualties... But even so, watching the people I knew in the past die one after another, senselessly......

That's not something Einlander can do, she can't do it.

"Well, since you're so insistent ......"

Isaac shrugged, as if forgetting that they only had three chances to hit, and waved to the wizards around him with a helpless look:

"Magic Array for All, Quasi-......"

"Boom !!!"

Before the words fell, there was another loud bang, and the floating city, which had been hit by dozens of stones and iron crossbow arrows, shook incessantly, and there were bursts of wails from the heavily damaged parapet wall.

"Magic Array, prepare!"

Isaac, who had kowtowed to the wall and was bleeding from his head, got up without changing his face, dusted off his body, and raised his wand above his head:

"The launcher is activated, and the magic array begins to charge the 'Kyaukkasaber'!"

"Adjust the angle, the striker prepares, aim!"

"Ready, launch!"

"Boom !!!"

White beams of light streaked across the sky, sweeping towards the battlefield with a devastating force.

When the dazzling light dissipated, the stunned Ranmaros and the surviving witchers looked at the area that had just been covered by white light.

Except for a long-barreled Azorean knife dyed black, there was nothing left.

A group of people gathered around, staring at the long broken knife, not to mention the corpse, not even the scum left.

The tumultuous battlefield was quiet for a full dozen seconds ... Not only the soldiers of Byrne, but even the Azorean elves were stunned, staring incredulously at the ground where Eugen was standing just now, and the long knife emitting black smoke.

Could it be that ... It's over?

It's as simple as that?

"No, he's not dead!"

One of the witchers suddenly exclaimed, looking at everyone anxiously: "Lord Luson has reminded you that you must use the 'Dream of Ran' to completely wipe out his Void Power, otherwise you will ......"

"Boom !!!"

A golden-red light burst from the blade, and the flames spread out like a wave of air, and the four witchers standing in the front row had no time to escape, and were instantly engulfed in flames.

"Ahhhhh!!!h

The roaring Eugen took his long knife from the sea of fire and slowly got up, his gray-blue pupils looking around like a fierce beast, as if looking for prey.

He stared at the one directly ahead, with a spear and a broken sword... The only prey that did not fear itself and retreated.

The expressionless Lan Malos trembled as he stared at the ground, and couldn't help but spat at himself mockingly.

"Of the Holy Cross... I thought I could live two years longer than that bastard of Rigrel. ”

"Ahhhhh!!!h

The beast's howl swept away the flames, and Eugen, wielding his long black knife, turned into an afterimage and struck at Ranmaros.

"Bell!"

The sound of the collision of sharp blades exploded in his ears, and Lanmaros, who had already closed his eyes and was waiting for death, was awakened in an instant.

A majestic figure stood in front of him.

The ragged knight wielded his mangled sword, but he stood there like an unshakable wall of copper, his hair scattered and his dirty burqa unable to hide his resolute aura.

Most importantly, he has only one arm.

With his remaining arms and the broken sword full of gaps, the ragged knight held off the beast Eugen's surprise attack.

"You, you are ......"

Staring at the other side's face, Lanmaros vaguely felt as if he had seen this guy somewhere.

But the knight ignored him, and his sharp gaze swept over Eugen's hideous face, and he whispered:

"Thy radiance, O Holy Cross, will illuminate us who are humble;

Thy will be walked on the earth, as it is in heaven;

May the light shine on the earth, pierce the darkness and shadows, and make the unbelievers embrace and weep;

Then......

Beings... I will shout praises to the name of my lord!"