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The battle began.

Last night the Imperial army tried to destroy the engineering ladder left by the new crusaders on the cliff, but was beaten back by a beautiful ambush, the Holy Spirit had become accustomed to these little tricks, and the Incas had not taken advantage of the night's chaos for a long time.

Like the Holy Spirit, everyone in the opposing indigenous armies saw the signs of the end of the battle, and they knew that today was the last battle.

The warriors raised their heads and looked at the majestic fortress from afar.

It is a canyon in the middle of a desperately wide cliff, which seems to be due to the erosion of flowing water, or some kind of terrifying force, the canyon is divided into seven tall cliffs from top to bottom, built into a fortress by the Incas, who piled up boulders on the edge of the cliffs, dug holes in the platform in the middle of the cliffs to hide the ambushes, and built a drainage system from the top down, turning this great creation of nature into a fortress.

The clearest thing in every warrior's eyes was the gray head of the Drain Monster on the cliff, a beast with huge fangs, and the water poured down from its mouth like a long horse.

"That's actually a nice place. ”

The warriors marched down the cliff in a neat line, whispering to themselves, and then everyone who heard it began to feel as if it were true.

"It's ours. ”

The sun is rising behind the New Crusade.

The Emperor sat on a glorious throne and looked at the rising sun in the east, a blood-red ball of light that reminded the ruler of the empire of his murdered ancestors.

He was surrounded by a strict guard of honor, with elite royal guards and heralds standing on the left and right, and a hovering eagle man overhead, which gave the emperor the temperament of a ruler of heaven and earth, but did not make him more like the sun.

The battlefield was determined to be in the third square from the bottom up, the result of the dark battle of the previous night, and the Emperor did not know whether he should be disappointed or satisfied, but in short, all this could not be changed.

"Let's get started. ”

The warriors descended the cliff in silence, and they would face the final battle.

The battle broke out in the third square, just as everyone had expected before the battle.

The warriors of the New Crusaders charged towards the ranks of the Empire, their thirst for victory making them forget the threat of death, and the bitter hatred of the long hell put them in danger.

The armies of the Empire have risen to the occasion, and they are no longer as careful as they used to hide in the distant rear beyond the reach of miracles, but fight their way to the brink of danger, leaving this world quietly when chosen.

Everyone knows that this is the last battle.

"Glory to science!"

Like two streams of water that meet in a canyon, after the warriors charge meet, a wave of blood erupts, accompanied by a cry and a wail of death, everything is no longer meaningful, only fighting.

The Holy Spirit stood at the front of the procession, holding aloft the knight's sword, and uttered a terrifying voice of ten thousand people shouting in unison: "The day of victory has come!"

A throbbing flickered in his calm and pure heart, it was his deepest and most indelible memory, when he was still alive.

Only a few times in his life did the Holy Spirit feel such despair, his army standing on a precipice, sliding towards the bottomless abyss, and he, wielding his sword, did everything he could, just to make sure that it didn't happen.

It was the most glorious thing a man could do in his life, and the Holy Spirit never imagined that he would be given such a chance again after hundreds of years of leaving the world and returning to the arms of science.

This time he will still succeed, because science has already arranged the trajectory of everything in the world.

The warriors shouted in response to him, following the Holy Spirit as they rushed towards the boundless Inca army, and white light fell above their heads.

This is a scientifically designated war.

"For the sun!"

The Empire's armies finally broke their long silence, their battle cries like a dull roar, containing few emotions but a lot of determination.

It's hard to say why the people in line to die are so determined, but no one on the battlefield cares about it.

White light fell from the sky.

Death began to spread with blood, and then it was washed by the pure light, leaving only a clean square.

And the battle continues.

The Holy Spirit gave up command, for the warriors already knew what to look out for in the square, and the devout never lost their minds.

In this battle, there is only one thing that everyone needs to do, and that is to fight to the death.

The knights followed the Holy Spirit at the forefront, they had no horses, but they were still the tallest and deadliest of the new crusaders, and the knights of science led them like swords into the Inca army, where nothing but blood and death went.

Behind the knights were all the remaining warriors, carrying siege engines on their backs, and surging up like a tidal wave.

Like the sun, the flames of war gradually spread to the whole fortress, on the edge of the cliff, on the square, under the cliff, countless people were bleeding and dying, fighting with all their might, like some stupid cultist who wanted to change the course of the sun, trying in vain.

Then the place where the two armies met slowly rose up the cliff like the sun, and finally reached the top of the fortress.

Now the new crusaders are only half a step away from complete victory.

When the Order of the Devout reaches the final cliff, the battle will be over.

The Emperor stood in the midst of the imperial army, looking into his shadow.

He could no longer wait for the sun's blessing, it was still noon, and the angle of the sun was not yet facing the new crusaders attacking from the back, and both sides of the battle were facing the direction that would prevent the sun from reaching their eyes.

"The sun will not bless those who do not deserve to receive gifts. ”

This sentence flashed through the emperor's mind, and then he left it behind.

"For the sun!"

The cry of the Empire didn't meet with much enthusiasm from the warriors, but that didn't mean the Inca warriors had given up the fight.

They just weren't used to making noises during battle, and according to legend, the sun didn't like to hear too much from the ground.

The Emperor knew this, but he, as the sun himself, felt that he should do something.

The Holy Spirit was aware of all this, and in his heart, the Emperor's heart was like a reflection on calm waters, clear.

He did not wonder why the silent army would have such a strong will, because the Holy Spirit had long seen the hearts of the Inca warriors, but that would not change anything.

The battle is coming to an end.

He stood in the middle of the square, making blood like a meat grinder, and behind the Holy Spirit, on the edge of the cliff, the first devout person climbed up the square.

The light of purity reigns over the battlefield.