Twilight is rising.

Dargnan hid behind a rock and peeked in, just in time to see Pringer take a breath of dragon's breath, dissipate the chains of holy light, and swoop down quickly.

The disintegrating holy light condensed into spears, following them like shadows, chasing and killing from behind. The red dragon spread its wings, approached Davide against the ground, flung him to the saddle he was carrying, and flew into the northern sky.

After all, it was only a newly grown dragon, with an immature mind and a jerky use of power. If a dragon in the prime of life was here, it would never be so wolf.

Seeing the commander slip away, Snowdon's generals were suddenly in chaos and had no intention of fighting again. They fought and retreated, and they all retreated towards the mouth of the valley. The Papal forces converged with the defenders of Pendev and followed them in pursuit, driving the remnants of Snowton's army dozens of miles away in one fell swoop.

The Snowton soldiers and horses who were fighting abroad were divided into 12 routes, of which 6 were on the southern front, with Davide's headquarters being the highest and most abundant, reaching 24,000 men. In order to annihilate this living force, Inedil was not stingy. Five of the seven legions of the New Army of Light have now rushed to the city of Severa, one is stationed in the holy city of Lanken, and the last one has been sent to the meandering crossing, plus the local garrison with a total of more than 30,000 people, taking advantage of the night and the cover of magic to smuggle across the St. Imas River, and defeat the enemy army under the city of Pandev.

In this battle, the Holy See annihilated more than 10,000 enemies, leaving the infantry to clean up the battlefield, and the cavalry to pursue the victory. Snowton's remnants fled northwest, barely holding their ground until they were confronted by another friendly force that had come to their aid.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Dargnan led the "Vulcan Fury" and climbed over a mountain ridge to catch up with them by a detour. Davide, on the other hand, did not know where he flew on the dragon and did not return for a long time.

"The first goal. Achieved," said the White Tower Dome, Innedir's finger swiped across the map, "with the meandering crossing as the hub and the mountain city of Pandev as the forward position, the follow-up troops crossed the river and headed north. It is possible to break through the southern front of Snowton and regain the St. Ymas River valley. ”

"It seems that if you make a fortune, the auxiliary divine art can play a greater role than the direct attack divine art. The Pale Lord marveled at Innedir's use of the art of war, especially the Veil of Light, which was truly breathtaking.

"Not necessarily, if I could wipe out an army of millions. Why bother to create an auxiliary magic spell?" Innedir shook his head and smiled bitterly, "But the problem is that even if I can fight against one country with one person, I will not be able to occupy every land and city myself, and I still need to rely on the troops under my command. ”

"Unless, you become a god. The Pale Lord said intentionally or unintentionally.

Hearing this, Innedir lost his mind slightly, after a long time. Only then did he casually divert the topic, "It's late at night." Lyajć, on his side, should be about to start. ”

"Then you can prepare first. The Pale Lord was silent, and the tentacles of hidden spiritual power probed into the lowest level of the White Tower. This supreme holy place of the Holy See of Light has long been secretly controlled by him.

Inedil got up, his usual graceful movements. It's all a little out of shape. With the strength of one person, he bears a thousand pounds of burden, and he can't sleep day and night, and his energy is close to overdraft.

West of the city of Ljajć.

Under the cover of night, a purely cavalry force. I'm getting ready to go.

"Let's get started. Inobili nodded at the high-nosed and deep-eyed cavalry commander, and turned to give orders.

Hundreds of priests in white cloaks quickly moved under his command. Soon, a huge divine magic array was set up, the whole was square, and the length and width were hundreds of meters.

"Martial law, those who dare to approach, there is no forgiveness. The commander waved his hand and ordered, and several groups of cavalry rode away, patrolling around. Inobili also turned his head sideways and commanded a few words, and the warriors belonging to the Bright Ruling Division flashed and disappeared into the night. Unlike the black-clad hunters of the Inquisition, they are conspicuously dressed in white, but with the invisibility magic taught by Innedir, they are equally stealthy when they act.

Half an hour later, the news of "nothing unusual" came back, and Inobili nodded slightly, and hundreds of priests prayed silently, trying to keep their voices low so as not to alarm others. The Divine Technique of the Holy See of Light is known for its grandeur, and it is really difficult for them to be so careful.

But even so, the brilliance of the magic could not be concealed. In the midst of their prayers, an invisible and majestic divine power came from the direction of the White Tower, and condensed into an arch engraved with mysterious runes.

"That's it. Inobili got out of the way and stretched out his hand.

"Let's go. The commander gave a deep order, and the first of the ten phalanxes behind him slowly moved towards the arch. They were all dressed in mixed gold armor, with a long scimitar hanging from their waists, and on the flagpole in front of them, embroidered with a golden-ringed lizard common in the desert.

The desert cavalry marched through the arch at a normal speed, the holy white runes flashed and disappeared, and the sound of neat horses' hooves was still heard, but their figures became shadowy, like painted paintings washed by water, gradually blurring until they blended into the surrounding environment.

Leaving the range of the Light, the cavalry disappeared completely. The soldiers who had not yet set off exclaimed in amazement, staring at this bizarre scene in amazement.

Soon, though, it was their turn. Two quarters of an hour later, the 100,000-strong army, all dressed in the camouflage of night, turned his horse's head and said to Inobili, "Leave the enemy of the Eastern Front to us." ”

"I wish the general a prosperous and victorious victory. Inobili watched them leave, their vision empty, and even the sound of hooves became much softer. This elite cavalry from the desert nation of Setstien is about to sweep through the field like a long wind, bypassing the city, and plunging into the belly of the enemy.

At the same time, the arches dispersed, and Innedir sat on the jade couch, and even the Holy White Tower looked bleak.

"The meandering ferry on the southern front, the city of Leajci on the eastern front......" he muttered, pointing to the western edge of Ian, "and now, there's only one left." ”

He flipped the hourglass and watched the white sand fall, looking dazed.

"Don't be in a daze," the Pale Lord began, his voice soft, "you still have an hour to rest. ”

"It's okay, I still have the strength to spare. Innedir put down the hourglass and shook his head. A solemn bell rang in the distance, twelve in a row, and another day passed.

He shook the silver bell and instructed the priest to fetch a towel and water. The white-robed archbishop, who had not closed his eyes for two days and two nights, poured water on his face, cheered up, and his blue eyes re-lit up with a clear divine light.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）