The heavens and the earth seem to be about to topple, and the holy light is shaking and extinguishing.

From the top of the Innedil Independence Tower, you can see the magnificent city in front of you.

It is the eternal sanctuary of thousands of believers of light and the sacred center of the entire diocese. Thousands of prosperity stretch out, and the traffic is endless.

This is the holy city of "Ranken", surrounded by seven hills.

More than 2,000 years ago, Rankine was just an ordinary town at the foot of the Palatine hills, as ordinary as the other towns dotted around this plain.

All the changes began with the first battle of the Light, when a chapel called "Cotia" was erected at the top of the Palatine hills. After many years of painstaking management by the Church of Light, Ranken, which continued to expand, slowly encompassed all the surrounding hills, until it became a giant city with a circumference of more than 100 miles and a population of millions.

The glory of the Lord of Light is thus sown on the earth.

And he, because of Nedir, the minister of light, even if he dies here today, will not allow the power of evil to touch half a point.

He paced with his hands in his hands, and the orders continued to be issued.

The well-equipped soldiers of the Bright New Army rushed to the city on all sides in small steps to exchange defenses with the soldiers who were originally responsible for defense. The enemy forces on all sides had already taken a posture of attack, and they could not help but be nervous.

This prosperous city, which was the most prosperous for a while, gradually withered during the siege of more than three months. Looking at the somewhat empty streets, Innedir couldn't help but sigh slightly.

But fortunately, the Rankin warehouse is sufficient, and the grain and grass reserves are enough to support more than half a year. Under Innedir's control, supply and demand were distributed according to the head, which basically ensured the stability of the situation in Rankim. In addition, the inhabitants of the city were extremely devout believers, and were appeased by priests and priests. There has not been a single large-scale disturbance in the past three months.

The soldiers walked up to the top of the city, their swords unsheathed, their spears lined up, their banners hunting, and a posture of preparedness, but the expressions on their faces were not as solemn as those of Innedir. In the past three months. There were countless tragic tug-of-wars between attack and defense, and the enemy army even attacked the city for a time, but with the support of the "Holy White Tower", the other side returned in vain every time. They believe that this time the offensive will also be as usual.

What's more, Innedir had already ordered his generals to instill in the soldiers the belief that they would win. As long as they survive the last days of this winter, the entire Holy Alliance's troops will come to support from all sides, and such leaflets and notices spread throughout Ranken, and the hearts of the soldiers and civilians are calm.

Innadil didn't have to look up. You can see the clouds in the sky. They had gradually descended, and the tip of the White Tower had even made faint contact with the clouds. He knew that if the other party wanted to end the battle and successfully withdraw before the spring returned to the earth, this attack must be like a thunderbolt, and he would not care about the casualties of the army as usual. Such an offensive, even if it can barely hold on, will inevitably pay a heavy price.

But he didn't have any other way, after experiencing Anlan's war. The combat effectiveness of the Bright New Army was dealt a heavy blow. After Starry Night rushed back to Lancoln City, it was immediately more than three months of continuous fighting. As a last resort, he had to recruit a large number of troops and send them to the head of the city. The current soldiers of the new army are mixed, and I am afraid that only such news will make those recruits have the courage to fight. After all, just a few months ago, they were just farmers and small traders, and now they are only trained to draw their weapons and slash a few times.

"Boom!"

The thunderous beating of drums rang out heavily. Trampled on the hearts of everyone inside and outside the walls, making them hold their weapons tightly, their joints slightly white.

The sergeants of the Quartet shouted in unison.

The demon roared, and the necromancer rose. The warriors of the trial crusaders were reorganized into an army.

"New Army of Light, prepare to fight!" Innedir held a scepter in his hand, dragging the "Holy Spirit Eye" in his left hand, and his indifferent and resolute voice spread throughout the city.

The sword-and-shield hoplites lined up on the wide wall, spears and spears pierced the gaps in the battlements, and the whole wall suddenly opened like a hedgehog. The archers carefully lined up the feathered arrows in their quivers and prepared everything.

The holy city of Ranken, which will never fall, naturally has its abundant capital.

The exterior walls, which are on average six feet high, are made of white boulders, each of which weighs thousands of catties. The thick city walls, each blessed with protective magic, can be called impregnable. On the city wall with a circumference of more than 100 miles, all the city gates have been firmly blocked, and the towering city gate tower is condescending, and it is impossible for the siege machinery to approach within a hundred steps under the fierce firepower.

With a wide moat, well-established fortifications, and a pile of bones staring at the empty eyes under the walls, the holy city of Ranken really seems to never fall.

Knock!

In the heavy beat of the drums, the soldiers of the three major legions poured out of the barracks, marching in a neat formation in a strict formation.

"Ballista ready. Innedir's voice rang out again.

On the city wall, every hundred steps, there is a battlement tower about three zhang high. The four city crossbows were in front, and the half-length steel crossbow arrows shimmered with a sharp cold light. Under the trigger of great force, they can directly shoot through five or six heavily armored warriors from a distance of three hundred steps, and the first target they touch will even be directly torn apart by that force, even high-level demons and even necromantic warriors will not be spared.

Three strong warriors can pull the bowstring with the help of a crossbow, and they can maintain a frequency of one for three minutes during the battle. At the same time, the giant catapult was loaded with a boulder of more than 500 catties, and the holy light rippling in the hands of the priests blessed the stones, once thrown away, it could cause strong damage within the range.

Knock! Knock!

The drumming slowed down.

The siege machinery like a hill was slowly pushed up, and several directions reflected the very different characteristics of the three major legions. In the camp of the Crusaders, most of the siege machinery was the usual wooden and iron structure, and the power was decent, and the Crusaders rushed to produce it in the past few months.

The siege machinery of the Demon Legion is made of rough cast iron, and there are even shoddy iron spikes remaining. They are capable of throwing rags of infernal flames, even as powerful as high-level fire spells.

As for the Necro Legion, they didn't have any siege measures at all, and the skeleton warriors of the first rank spread up like a gray-white wave, ready to use their corpses to open a path for the follow-up troops.

The bracket was lowered, the crossbow stone was loaded, and the soldiers of the three legions began to slowly move forward.

The last battle of the Rankine offensive and defensive battle officially broke out.

Innedil stood silent for a moment, and suddenly raised the scepter in his hand, and the holy light on the tower suddenly became rich.

It is like a candle in the wind, burning into a blazing torch.

It was as if the fire was ignited instantly, and beams of light lit up one after another on the surrounding city walls at the same time.

All the weaker parts of the thick city wall, such as the gate towers or corners, were lit up with the luster of the magic array, and the battlements every thousand steps or so were also lit up.

If you look down from the distant sky, the city wall with a circumference of more than 100 miles is surrounded by a square, and one after another points of light gather, becoming dazzling and bright.

This is the real fortification of the holy city of Ranken.

Each of these hundreds of magic towers is equivalent to the power of a four-story magic tower. Priests or priests above the middle level in the city are assigned to control these magic towers, and with the assistance of the magic array, the priests have more mana and a wider range of spell casting. And most importantly, they no longer need to worry about their own security, so they can play a powerful auxiliary role in the war.

Especially in the western section of the city wall, due to the innate restraint, even a simple holy light technique can cause a lot of damage to the necromantic creatures. A beginner-level skeleton warrior would even completely disintegrate because of such a divine attack. Therefore, in the direction of the main attack of the Necromantic Legion, the soldiers have instead become the role of auxiliary defense, and the Divine Towers are the real damage exporters.

Therefore, in the tower of magic on this section of the wall, Innedir even assigned a priest of the rank of bishop to assist in the defense.

"Damn," in a magic tower in the northwest corner, the bishop in the luxurious god robe casually activated the magic array, but he was secretly scolding in his heart, "These days, Bai has patted Innedir's ass, and actually sent Lao Tzu to the front line......"

This scolding bishop is none other than the Todd brothers we are familiar with.

During the Thirapes City Incident, Silves attacked the deputy chief judge Schiller at night and successfully killed him, and the hunters who originally belonged to him were frightened and frightened, and fled overnight.

The tragic death of this stern and indifferent father in plain Suri in the infighting made Todd feel nostalgic in his heart. But after the grief, what to do with these hunters becomes a tricky one.

After much thought, he led them to Innadir. After all, it is easy to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and this path Todd knows better than anyone else, and at that time, it seemed that there was really no thicker tree than the Holy See of Light. Unsurprisingly, Innedir, who was about to form an army, rewarded him with a big prize, co-opted the hunters as the backbone officers of the New Army of Light, and assigned Todd to serve as archbishop in a wealthy diocese near Ranken.

If he continues to develop on such a trajectory, his future will inevitably be in vain.

But the good times didn't last long, the evil legions swept in from three directions, and the diocese led by Todd also quickly fell, and he fled to Lancoln City as soon as he saw the opportunity. At first, it was quite leisurely, but as the war progressed and the battle damage increased, even he was sent to the city wall and presided over a magic tower.

"It's really unlucky," Bishop Todd, who had lost a lot of weight during this time, tugged at his overgrown robes and whispered to himself, "It's a little difficult to escape when you see an opportunity...... But what can I do?"

"Lord Todd, the enemy has attacked, please prepare to bless the gods. Amid a shout of killing, the herald's shouts came from outside.

Todd took a deep breath, meditated, and began to pray aloud.

At the same time, hundreds of holy rays of light rose up, as if trying to pierce the gloom in the sky.

The thick dark clouds seemed to be stung, and at the same time they surged and rolled, pressing straight down the clouds. (To be continued......)

PS: (1st Update)