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

At the forefront of the ranks was Nimesis, a female knight with a banner in one hand and a sword in the other, like the initiator of the attack of the entire White Lion Legion. The little devil often fought with her only once, and she was cut off from the city with a sword.

It was the first time Freya had witnessed that kind of fierce swordsmanship, and she couldn't help but be surprised, because it was so similar to Brando's swordsmanship. At that moment, Nimesis seemed to be the embodiment of the white lion, baring her teeth and claws, tearing apart one of her enemies and leading everyone forward.

Behind her, the soldiers of the White Lion Legion, the non-commissioned officers and students of the Royal Knight Academy, burst out to their maximum potential at this moment, and the attack finally became smooth. They stormed the walls of the city.

"Minotaur!"

Heart-rending shouts.

Freya saw it too, and she turned over the city, and saw that there was a wall behind it, and behind it were densely packed with minotaurs armed with giant axes, or hundreds. Before she could widen her eyes, the soldiers who rushed to the front flew up in unison.

Behind the minotaur appeared, a group of women with snake hair and longbows appeared. It's Medusa, a girl from Buchi who doesn't know much, but who also knows this mythical creature.

"Ah......h

It's a trap.

All of a sudden, everyone realized this. Nimesis's face was so cold that Freya even saw that there was not a trace of blood on the female knight's hand holding the flag, and she even trembled slightly.

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

She shouted with difficulty.

But a rain of arrows had already covered the wall, it was Medusa's shot, and the dark green arrows had no armor to resist, and the soldiers in front of them turned into stone statues before they could struggle.

In one round of shooting, there were a third fewer people rushing to the front. The Medusas moved quickly and began to draw their bows and arrows again.

……

The white lion banner suddenly disappeared.

The Marquis of Balta saw this with his own eyes - to see the white lion's battle flag fall and disappear into the rain. A feeling of despair came to him, and he suddenly felt a little trance. There seems to be only one voice echoing in my heart:

Eruin has lost his last chance.

"Lord Marquis, be careful!"

A barbarian swept past the city and brushed by Balta. The Marquis lost his mind slightly, but his hand was empty, and the long sword had been ripped away by the brute. He was subconsciously startled, and when he turned around, he saw a monster with horns on its head among the demons jumping in front of him.

What a terrible breath.

That was Balta's last thought. The long-horned demon had already grabbed him by the neck mercilessly and dragged him off the ground, and the Marquis, who was more than one level apart in strength, had no room to resist at all.

"Lord Marquis!"

"Legion Commander!"

In the exclamation of the White Lion Legionnaires. Balta completed the last journey of his life. At that moment, he seemed to see the light in the darkness, and a tall, familiar figure stood at one end, as if on the battlefield at that time.

Marshal.

The Horned Demon effortlessly pinched the neck of the Marquis of Eruin, the leader of the White Lion Legion, and tossed the lifeless corpse aside. Then he stepped on the Eruin banner on the head of the city.

It looked contemptuously at all the human soldiers in the city, and in its opinion, the soldiers here were simply garbage, and even the inferior creatures in hell were stronger than them. If it weren't for the fact that the portal couldn't transfer more high-end troops for a while, this place would have been destroyed ten times a long time ago.

It's really boring to deal with these bed bugs.

Anyway, though. The damn Acropolis has finally been taken-

The Acropolis of Buno fell.

Wood watched the flag disappear into the rain in the crystal ball, and finally realized the fate of the defeat. Eruin would be destroyed by this, and his path would end there. No one knew better than him what this event meant for the Temple of Fire.

He could almost imagine that he would lose his past. But more importantly, the Temple of Flame was humiliated by this, and the old man couldn't help but cover his face and sigh deeply.

It's all his fault.

"Prepare to retreat, fulfill the wishes of the nobles, I believe they will regret it." The once prominent Lord Priest couldn't help but answer helplessly at this moment.

"Please wait, Lord Priest." Yura, who was sitting on the side, suddenly spoke.

"Huh?"

Everyone looked back at the blind girl.

……

A spear appears in Freya's field of vision. The arc of lightning that pulsed on the blade of the spear jumped on the minotaur in an instant. The blade of the spear forward, a shot into the monster's chest, a bloody arrow spurting out, and then the girl with a long ponytail pulled out her spear, sending the monster to the ground with a thud.

She looked 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 the girl: "Are you Akane?" ”

The girl smiled slightly, revealing her cute tiger teeth: "Hmm." ”

"Did you see Metisa, Freya?"

Freya shook her head, one hand covering the wound on her shoulder. Some looked around with trepidation. Soon he saw Nimesis lying in the ruins.

"Senpai-sama."

Her heart tightened, and she rushed over there. The black-haired knight had her eyes closed and her breath was gone, and a feathered arrow was stuck in her chest—only even so, she still held the flag of the White Lion Legion in her hand.

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

"Senpai......"

"Take this battle flag...... You're the commander. ”

"How can you ......?"

Has it already failed.

Freya looked at the face that looked a little stern because she had always maintained a cold look, but she had always felt that Nimesis took care of her more like a relative of hers, and she should say like a sister; She has no sister or brother, so she cherishes this affection very much.

Nimesis smiled at her slightly, and smiled ugly.

"Go, Freya."

"But you?"

"I can't die yet......" Nimesis smiled more ugly than crying, "Go, it's an order, you idiot." I'm sure you ......."

Why believe me? Freya didn't understand. Why did Nimesis and Brando always trust him so unconditionally? She knew nothing, and she couldn't learn anything, and she was as clumsy as an ugly duckling compared to the others.

Everybody's down, Senpai, Carlo. Enrok still has Mukco, and only Breson and Cagris are still putting up their last standing. She looked back at the sporadic battles taking place near the village of Medao, and defeat seemed imminent due to the loss of command.

What can she do?

But Nimesis seemed to see the girl's confusion, smiled at her, and mouth-shaped a word to her. Freya didn't see what it meant, but Akane, a mercenary, did.

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

"Because this is my request. Freya, okay? Nimesis asked weakly.

This sentence made the girl from Bouchi clench her fists. Throughout the battlefield, the soldiers of the White Lion Legion had already begun to retreat.

But Freya turned around: "Akane." ”

The girl with her often ponytail looked at her suspiciously.

"Can you help me?"

Akane didn't answer. She knew how much Brando trusted the girl. Because he has been following Brando for the longest time, Brando is not shy about sighing with her about the people and things around him, and the girl is very satisfied with this life, although she just listens quietly.

Then she nodded.

"Thank you." Freya took the flag of the White Lion Legion and took a deep breath. The nervousness hadn't washed away from her, but she had one last look at Nimesis.

She leaned the female knight against the battlement and replied earnestly, "Senior Sister, I will let this battle flag shine on the battlefield as long as I am alive." ”

"Eruin will not perish...... The death of the Marquis of Balta was like the final death knell of the Acropolis of Bunoan. At that moment, it was as if the entire battlefield had collapsed. But in all corners of the city, the officers of the White Lion Legion are still holding out the final battle.

"Owen, do you remember that book called Vine Summer?"

The young officer of the White Lion Legion, dressed in silver-gray armor, stood in the heavy rain in a daze, as if he had not recovered from the defeat. The Marquis of Balta is dead, and the White Lion Legion seems to have really come to an end in a series of defeats.

Countless demons pounced on the city. With an air of despair.

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

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

Owen turned his head suddenly, his eyes blood-red glaring at his companion: "You're crazy! He gritted his teeth and shouted, "We must not retreat, our teammates are still ahead!" ”

Charlotte smiled.

"Then remember to help me buy that book, and ask for the one with the gold edge on the cover, the collector's edition published in the year of the first moon, you know."

"What are you talking about?"

"Go pick up the flag, Owen."

A few minutes later, the south gate of the Buno Acropolis opened.

The remnants of the White Lion Legion in the city began to retreat. The demon's commander, the horned demon, immediately noticed this, and of course it could not tolerate the retreat of the humans who had caused it great trouble.

It let out a trombone, and the demon army immediately rushed towards the south gate, and it personally led the team, ready to crush the bedbugs.

But it rushed down the city, bypassing a few alleys, and came under the only square in the city. Here, it saw humans waiting for them - not just the guards of the White Lion Legion, but also men and even children in rags.

The Horned Demon suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Sherlock stood in the middle of the crowd and raised his sword contemptuously:

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

The voice coming from the magic crystal was a little distorted, but it still made no secret of the firmness in it. The herald's mage was silent for a moment before turning back to look at the Earl behind him.

Wearing a long coat, his face was a little pale, and his expression was full of tiredness, and his eyes were closed. He rubbed his forehead, as if with great determination, before he replied:

"The commander of the demon is there, fire at him."

"But my lord."

"I'll take the responsibility." The Count replied lightly.

If anyone dares to give up his life, then what would he not dare to give up his reputation?

The earth trembled, and the dazzling golden light had already united within the Acropolis of Bunoan. It's like a sea of fire. Owen watched this scene, watched the low-level demons who had lost their command flee in the firelight, and watched his colleagues turn to ashes in the explosion, tears had already come out of his eyes.

He straightened the body of the Marquis of Balta, and then held aloft the tattered banner of Eruin.

That action seemed to be sacred.

……

Two flags reappear on the battlefield.

It was a glimmer of hope that was exchanged for the blood of countless people, like a shining faith, and everyone couldn't help but feel the blood boiling. And even on the Victory. Even the naval non-commissioned officers in Eruin couldn't help but close their eyes.

Priest Wood watched in silence.

Yura couldn't see it, but the cheers of the mountains and tsunami outside had reached her ears. She wasn't from Eruin, but a smile still came to her face.

'Come on, Eruin. ’

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

What's going on?

He and all the young men from Tonigel felt a strange sensation, not only them, but the entire soldiers of the White Lion Legion who then felt this throbbing from their hearts.

In front of them, there is an unstoppable minotaur. The White Lions are retreating one after another, under the double whammy of Medusa and the cave lizardman archers. In fact, they have lost most of their previous gains.

Seeing that every qiē is going to come to naught.

But a banner came into their eyes, as if it were not woven of fabric, but made of gold. Flags are unfurled in the pouring rain. The white male lion above came to life.

That's Freya.

The female knight held the banner in one hand and the holy sword of the lionheart in the other, and she crossed everyone by herself, facing the terrible monsters from Jorgande.

At that moment, Akane was beside her, and the White Lion Legion 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, it was as if history had been rewritten.

Scenes from seven centuries ago, recreated here seven centuries later.

It's just that their enemies have changed from Cruz people, to demons. The subtle coincidences of history seem to make the air shake slightly. Everyone felt this throbbing from fate.

Freya raised her sword.

"White Lion Legion, listen to my orders and attack forward."

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

"Maybe one day, the white lion will be reborn from the ashes. Instead of extinguishing forever. ”

The female knight's voice pierced through the rain curtain, and her promise was like an oath, like the code that the Ancestor Eck had made before the Lionheart. At that moment, a miracle happened, and the non-commissioned officers and students of the Royal Knight Academy were surprised to see the armor of the White Lion Legion light up slightly.

Then a faint golden glow seemed to fall from the sky. It then wraps around each soldier of the White Lion Legion, and finally forms a golden imprint.

If Brando had been here, he would probably have recognized that this was the last mark on the White Lion's armor.

It is also the source of the legendary ability of the White Lion Legion that he and Master Berlu have not been able to research.

The mark of the lion gives the wearer the effect of heroism. The army that wears it will no longer be afraid, will always have high morale, and will not be in a panic in any situation.

The lion's soul seemed to be resurrected.

Kagris looked up, and he suddenly felt that the gaze in the sky that was always looking at this place seemed to disappear. It was as if the kings of the ancients were gone, but Eruin already had a new successor for him.

All the remaining soldiers of the White Lion Legion roared and attacked an enemy several times their size. At this moment, fear and hesitation are not obstacles in their hearts, but the motivation to overcome this qiē and move forward.

While they may eventually be defeated, the legend of Eruin and the White Lion lives on.

Never faded.

It's a pity that the minotaurs from Jogandigang don't think, otherwise they would have trembled at the face of such an army that had already left a qiē behind. But in the face of these indomitable humans, the only thing they can do is raise their giant axes.

They may not understand why these humans can accept it so calmly, even though it is a failure. For creatures from the dark underworld, survival is the only glory.

Behind the minotaurs, the Medusas also raised their bows.

The two armies were strangled together.

Courage, honor, or simply the desire to survive are mixed in this moment, no longer separated. Humanity briefly achieved a stalemate with the Minotaurs at great sacrifice, but at the cost of a heart-wrenching loss.

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

Akane looked at the female knight's back with some admiration, but she felt that the throbbing was not this indomitable courage, but unyielding faith. For the first time, she knew that someone could be so determined that she could fight on her own without relying on anyone else.

It was a temperament that broke her heart, and she had thought that only lords had such an aura.

But it turns out that a girl can do it.

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

Suddenly, with some willingness, she took up the sword for her, and carved a path for her at her side.

……

"Can you win?"

"I'm afraid not."

Wood has a brief conversation with the foxes Makaro and Overwell. The high priest of the Cruz stood upright, and the attendants immediately clothed him with robes.

"Lord Priest?"

"The Eruin are fighting for their fate, and to put it bluntly, I have to gamble with my fate and my faith." Wood sighed and replied, "Just looking here is a shame to me, and a shame to the Lord of Fire. ”

"But my lord, the demon should have left a hole card, if you make a move now......"

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

Wood replied lightly.

At this time, the door of the cabin was suddenly opened. Everyone couldn't help frowning, could it be that the people below were so panicked that they had forgotten even the basic etiquette?

They looked back, only to see the somewhat strange face of Baal, Count of Violet.

"They're coming!"

"Who?"

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

"Akane?"

"There's something."

The ground trembled slightly, and soon, everyone felt the subtle change. The White Lion Legionnaires in the back were the first to turn around.

It's still a long time before dawn.

But there was a silver glimmer on the southern horizon.

It wasn't dawn.

Rather, it is a silver armor that undulates in a continuous line. Countless horsemen were galloping across the hills, banners held high, whistling like the ocean, chanting hymns from the age of the Sage's War.

"It's cavalry!?"

"Where is this cavalry!"

"Is there still such an army in the South?"

Freya frowned slightly, and she saw a banner leading the army forward, singing songs she had never heard before, as if they were from a mythical army.

'The trumpet sounded again, and may all the tribes not forget the sacred covenant'

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

'Ancient oaths echo across the earth, armor as new, long swords still ringing'

'The Holy One Arrived, and the Flames of War Reigned Again'

Above the battle flag, a sacred lily emblem as pure as silver shone almost blindly.

Silver Elf.

Once again, they returned to the land......