In the evening of the same day, the ground forces of Cecil's regiment established a second artillery position on the southern plain of Saint-Sunil, and initially completed the fire coverage of the frontal defense line of the royal capital.

The battle is not over, and there are still a large number of Crystal Giants operating in the south and east, driven by the instinct of destruction, these monsters will continue to attack areas with dense mana and life reactions - in this respect, these creations of sin bear a resemblance to the completely mutated aberrations of the Gondor Wasteland - but one thing is for sure, the crisis of St. Sunil has been temporarily resolved.

In the next twenty hours, Gawain did not blindly expand the ground forces, but continued to reduce the number of Crystal Cluster Corps in the open area south of the royal capital while maintaining firepower superiority, and at the same time called on the armored cargo ships on the Gregon River to send a group of sappers to the battlefield.

Under the cover of superior firepower, and with the assistance of a large number of engineering magic devices, the engineering team set up the first batch of interception nets and temporary fortifications in the southern part of the battlefield overnight, and before noon on the seventh day, the magic energy combat regiment with individual burners was sent to these fortifications in teams of seven, and in some key positions, white knights with more powerful combat power and heavy burners were stationed.

This line of defense will be used to intercept the Crystal Giants spreading from the Whitsunday Plains, and the cross-laid fire-breathing bunkers and barbed wire fences and interceptor piles will be the most powerful weapons against the charge of the monster groups - and until the battle is over, the engineering team will continue to work, and the interception fortifications and fire bunkers will fill the plain until the transport fleet has consumed more than half of the various supplies it carries, and then the ground forces will turn to conservative operations, waiting for Philip's main force to go north to join the division.

On the towering walls of Saint-Sunil, the knights and warriors who finally got a chance to breathe were leaning on the battlements to take a break, the crisis of the collapse of the defense line had been temporarily lifted, but now it was far from the point where it could be relaxed, there were still a considerable number of crystal monsters roaming outside the city walls, and no one dared to leave the defense line until those monsters were completely destroyed.

A griffon, dressed in the royal coat of arms with gold trim on a blue background, soared into the air and left Saint-Sunil and flew south as the soldiers looked up and watched.

Countless pairs of eyes on the walls of the city were watching the griffin knight brave the sky, and some of the warriors who were resting against the wall even subconsciously stood up, and they watched as the bird of prey flew over the western wall ramparts, over the ruins of Mill Town and the crow mesa in the south of the royal capital, and one or two arcane arcs that shot from the ground to the sky pierced the air and landed far behind the griffin knight—and finally, the griffon flew safely across the battlefield.

Wales watched the griffin depart and exhaled softly.

This is the first griffon knight to successfully fly out on a reconnaissance mission since the siege of the royal capital - before that, dozens of well-trained griffon knights have been killed in dense arcane arcs, almost all of them are shot down as soon as they leave the barrier, and now that the number of crystal monsters has plummeted, it must have taken a lot of courage to fly over the walls.

May he return safely.

……

In the south of the royal capital, in the camp set up by the ground troops of Cecil's legion, Gawain stared at the high wall of the royal capital that had appeared in his line of sight.

In the distance, beyond the camp, in the direction of the two high firing heights, a continuous stream of screams was still heard, and the sound of shells falling and exploding sounded from farther directions, as if it did not stop for a moment.

A faint chill came from behind him, and Gawain turned his head to see Victoria walking towards him.

The duchess came to the front with the second landing force, but she and her mountain corps didn't really have much use on the "Cecil-style" front, so her main role here was as an advisor - although Gawain was assisted by satellite maps, the resolution and detail analysis ability of the satellite perspective was limited after all, and he himself barely knew the details around the royal capital, and Victoria's presence could alleviate this problem- The location of the second firepower high ground was actually chosen with reference to the information provided by the duchess.

"The main enemy forces on the frontal battlefield are no longer a threat," Gawain nodded to the Guardian of the Northern Frontier and said indifferently, "Our next goal is to block the southern and eastern crossings and block the follow-up of those monsters." ”

Victoria's long-frozen face was inevitably loosened at this moment, and the Duchess, who was always unsmiling, seemed to have put down some baggage in front of Gawain, and she exhaled a long breath with a faint smile on her face: "You saved this kingdom." ”

"But it's too early to tell," Gawain said casually, "and the crisis is far from over." ”

His words have two meanings, one is that the Crystal Cluster Legion on the Holy Spirit Plain is far from being completely wiped out, and the other is that the Death Society of All Things is still creating a shocking crisis in the depths of the Holy Spirit Plain, and I don't know when it will erupt - Victoria, of course, only knows the first meaning, she nodded lightly: "As you said, we can't relax yet...... Protecting the royal capital is only the first step. ”

"Protect the royal capital...... Gawain whispered, his gaze to the north again, to the high walls of St. Sunil, "it's so close." ”

Victoria also turned her head to Gawain's gaze—her gaze swept over the glittering speeding railguns not far away, over the chariots and regiments ready to go, over the Cecil banner flying in the wind over the camp, and finally on the walls of the royal capital in the distance.

In the background of the roar of highland artillery in the distance, Gawain's side suddenly fell silent.

Saint-Sunil did hold on, but its function as a royal capital has already existed in name only, whether it is its armed forces or its ruling system.

And an incomparably powerful Cecil legion is stationed outside the city at this moment, and the owner of the legion has just completed the feat of saving the kingdom.

At this moment, Victoria's mind thought of the civil strife in the Foggy Moon that changed Ansu's fate a hundred years ago, and the day when the Wild family's head soldier came to the royal capital a hundred years ago.

"Duke Cecil, you ......"

Gawain didn't let Victoria continue: "What do you guess Wales is thinking now? ”

“…… I can't guess his actions anymore," Victoria shook her head slightly, "Now that I think about it, maybe I didn't see through him in the first place." ”

……

The griffons sent to the south returned.

The Griffon Knight saw the astonishing sight and brought back the latest information, and the knight ran out of words to describe what he saw—rumbling chariots, flame-spewing soldiers, incomprehensible war machines, and their terrifying might.

Wales listened to this information on the city walls and did not say a word.

Cecil's legions already have substantial control over the entire region, and their forces can bulldoze the battlefield......

Maybe it's time to face life's toughest choices.

Wales left the city walls.

For the first time since his coronation, the king returned to the Silver Castle.

The meeting of nobles in the Golden Oak Hall was once again convened.

Reinforcements have arrived, the crisis has been resolved, and although there are still small groups of enemies loitering outside the city, the haze that has shrouded the city for many days has gradually dissipated, except for the Cathedral of the Holy Light, which still maintains a closed door, the inner city of the royal capital has almost been shrouded in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, and as the masters of the upper class, the nobles of the royal capital have reacted to this atmosphere especially obviously-

Many of the faces that had been terrified a few days ago were now smiling, and many of those who had contemplated a family flight not long ago were now dressed in fine clothes and draped in ribbons—the former fugitives, the speculators who had only changed the direction of the wind at the coronation of the king, were now smiling and smiling in the Golden Oak Room, talking happily about the bright future.

Now, they are all heroes in defending St. Sunil.

When Wales entered the Golden Oak Room, he saw such a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

"Your Majesty, history will remember this day," a male nobleman in a white hair cover stood up and bowed to the king, "it turns out that great blood will manifest itself." ”

Wales didn't respond, just nodded faintly and slowly walked to his throne.

The nobleman who had spoken had loaded his valuable belongings seven days earlier and sent them to the west gate, but he was keenly aware of the changes in the Silver Castle, and he summoned both the carriage and the servants back urgently.

The few people sitting on the west side of the long table, the wavering wall-riding faction, were ready to flee before the king's coronation, but on the day of the king's coronation, they all swore allegiance as soon as possible.

For hundreds of years, the aristocracy has lived so shrewdly, shrewdly calculating gains and losses, shrewdly safeguarding their own interests, shrewdly choosing their teams, shrewdly adjusting their camps, and the direction of investment.

The kingdom has experienced several turmoil, social ups and downs, and even the king's bloodline is inevitably subject to catastrophes like the civil strife in the Foggy Moon, but only the shrewd nobles will always accurately grasp the direction in this turbulent and turbulent world, and most of them are eternal profiteers except for a few who have fallen from their footing.

Just like today.

Wales sat down on his throne, the blood-stained armor crashing coldly.

Many eyes then fell on him.

"Cecil's legion has established a position south of the city," said Wales slowly, "only a day's journey from the royal capital. ”

There were whispers in the hall, some with serious looks, others with complicated eyes at Wales.

The aristocracy is rotten, but not stupid.

Almost everyone was instantly aware of the risks of the situation – the risks to the royal family.

The royal capital has been shattered, the royal power exists in name only, the knights have suffered heavy casualties in the defense of the city, and most of the fiefdoms directly under the southern part have fallen.

And a strong regiment of principalities is now stationed outside the city.

The masters of the legion are not royal factions.

is another duke who turned the tide, and another situation similar to "civil strife in the foggy moon".

The whisperers stopped one after another, and they began to calculate in their hearts the balance of power in the kingdom in the future, and the way and angle of their next round of "investment", and the king sitting on the throne looked a little embarrassed in the eyes of many people.

Ordinary nobles are able to choose their place in the game, but the king cannot.

Wales watched everyone's reaction and said nothing.

After all, these people are now the heroes of the defense of St. Sunil.

But at least, as a king, he also had the power to issue orders.

"Before the Duke of Cecil enters the city, we need to secure the vicinity of the southern wall," said Wales unhurriedly after a moment of silence, "gentlemen, this is a matter of decency for the many surnames of Saint-Sunil. ”

Regardless of the situation, at least his words resonated with everyone on the scene.

"We will organise our forces and retake the two strongholds outside the southern walls as a 'gift' to the Duke of Cecil," continued Wales, "one for the Mill Town and the other for the Raven Terrace further south. ”

After a brief silence, many voices of approval rang out in the hall.

Because both areas were close to the city walls, the sentinels had already seen that they were basically free of enemies.

They are the best props to "ensure decency".