To the east of Neptune, on the endless sea level, the glow of the rising sun gradually stained the clouds on the horizon, and the fiery colors loomed under the rolling waves, like a great flame struggling to rise from the depths of the dark sea, boiling the sea level that reflected the dark sky.

However, looking to the east on the snowy wasteland, there was still only a hazy halo of light, and it tried its best to tear through the dark and heavy night, but the chaotic darkness was always viscous and firmly biting together, like a pool of thick ink that could not be dissolved.

Even because of the premonition that the dawn was coming, the whole sky became deeper and darker, as if the night was also a ghost with consciousness, greedy for the prosperous and chaotic world, and did not want to leave for a long time, or was it also coveted the supremacy of sitting on a throne......

On the deck picked out by [Konstantin], a tall figure in a pitch-black military uniform stood in the wind, and the sky-high flames that continued to explode in front of him illuminated his handsome but cold face, and the edges of his angular facial features were outlined by the firelight with a faint red halo, making his entire handsome face more vivid, and at the same time more rebellious and gloomy. His broken hair was blown to the ground by the storm, and under his long and thick eyelashes, a pair of eyes as blue as the sea flashed with the sharpness and sharpness of thousands of blades, and the red cloak on his shoulders hunted and rolled in the storm, like a blood-red cloud, hideous and weird.

He was none other than the youngest major general in the United Empire of Bakda, Karthas Schiller.

Behind Karthas stood silently three figures also dressed in black uniforms, who all wore the same armband with the flame emblem on their right arm, and did not have red cloaks on their shoulder blades, but stood as straight and proud as Karthas.

The leader of the three was Colonel Steyr, a young soldier with silver-rimmed glasses, his long sword had been unsheathed at some point, and was quietly inserted into the ground in front of him, the slender and cold blade was faintly flowing with a moonlight-like color, it was not like the edge of a cold weapon, but more like some kind of unbelievable power hovering on his blade, as if a demon or ghost was lodged in the cold blade, this feeling was chilling.

Steyr held the long sword that plunged straight into the deck with one hand, and with the other hand subconsciously held the frame on the bridge of his nose, and said in admiration: "Is this the power of the [Candle Dragon]? What a surprise, those old guys can actually make such a terrible thing...... Its destructive power is comparable to that of Oslan's most powerful magical legion, isn't it?"

The [Candle Dragon] in Steyr's mouth is the most advanced magic crystal cannon equipped on the [Constantine], according to the replacement of the previous magic crystal cannon, [Candle Dragon] can be regarded as the eighth generation of the magic crystal cannon, but it is far superior to the previous seven generations of products in terms of range, accuracy, or destructive power, attack range, even the interval between launches and loading time, and its comprehensive strength has made a qualitative leap compared with the previous seven generations of products, which is why [Constantine] One of the reasons why it can be hailed as a god-class battleship of the United Empire of Bacda.

Under the continuous bombardment of the [Candle Dragon], the wall that looked like a majestic hill was slowly falling apart, destroying and collapsing, and the edges of the large and small holes blasted out by the [Candle Dragon] were flowing with magma-like blood-red liquid, which slowly eroded and melted the surrounding rocks, making the holes continue to expand, and then slowly collapse and fall.

One young and hard face after another gradually turned to ashes in the incessant flames and explosions, and mutilated corpses fell silently from the towering towers and disappeared into the snowy ice fields.

The roars, the roars, the screams were so small, so powerless in the sound of the explosions that resounded through the sky, and their bravery and struggle seemed particularly comical in front of the huge, cold monster, like the mantis wielding a scythe against a strong mammoth, its so-called blades could not even cut through the skin of the mammoth, but they still stood up straight, unyielding.

The weapons that had lagged behind the United Empire of Bacdad for a hundred years could only splash one or two flash in the pan of the huge [Constantine], let alone break through its hard armor, and not even the slightest dent or scratch could appear on the solid shell.

The outermost metal that envelops [Constantine] is smelted with the most advanced alchemy technology and a variety of high-strength alloys and a large amount of concentrated earth element magic crystal, and its strength far exceeds all metal alloys so far, even the impregnable Neptune city wall can only be easily crushed in front of [Constantine] like rotten tofu dregs. The ultimate defense is also one of the reasons why [Constantine] can become a god-class battleship.

"Of course, this is one of the works that the old fellows are proud of, and they can't wait to show off their achievements in front of the world!" Karthas looked at the back of the burning flames, a dark chaos that had returned to dead silence, his face was cold and merciless, like the frozen ice of winter, "Let's do what they want, and take the gates of Oslan before the elite troops of Oslan arrive!"

"Yes!, Major General!" said Steyr respectfully, holding his glasses, a cold light like an eagle flashing in his eyes hidden behind the lenses.

"Speaking of [Constantine], you are also one of those works that the old guys have high hopes for, and I don't think you will disappoint me or the old guys in this battle, right?" Karthas looked back at Steyr coldly, his side face was presented in the shadows that could not be illuminated by the firelight, and it looked extraordinarily deep and illusory, as if ghostly, "Ladies of the [Flame] Legion?"

"Of course!" Behind the Major General, three proud figures replied almost in unison, "We will certainly live up to the expectations of the National Committee and the Major General!"

"Neptune ahead is your stage, let the ancient and decaying magic empire see that the power of the new era is rising......"

The three figures rushed past the silent Karthas and flew towards the end of the [Constantine] deck, their flying figures were equally light and elegant, and their postures jumping from the end of the deck were equally calm and elegant, like actors who were about to appear on the stage of the crowd.

On the ruined tower of the city tower that has been damaged by the continuous attack of the [Candle Dragon], the soldiers who survived the continuous shelling still did not give up resistance, and they did not change their faces in the face of the [Constantine] approaching like a hill, and in the face of the light of death that kept shooting. The flames burned beneath their feet, and the deafening sound of explosions echoed in their ears.

"Don't give up, the [Angel] army is coming, hold on, hold on to the walls!" one soldier shouted in a hoarse voice, his voice sounding distantly distant and hollow in the wind and explosions, but in the mutilated tower, it was as if everyone had heard his cries, and one after another shouted as if in response to him.

For a moment, the earth-shattering roars and shouts overshadowed the violent winds and loud explosions.

Suddenly, a moonlight-colored arc crossed in the dark night, the face of the soldier who roared gradually stiffened, his suddenly widened pupils were full of horror and despair, his head seemed to no longer obey his command, he could only struggle to turn the two eyeballs in his sockets, and tried to look behind him, but his gaze suddenly turned up in the next second, and then fell down, he clearly saw that his headless body was still standing in place and convulsing, the bowl of large blood hole wantonly sprayed hot blood, and then fell like a shower, staining the gray-brown stone ground。

Behind the wreckage was a tall black figure, the gruesome scene reflected in the silver-rimmed glasses, but there was a cold and piercing smile on his handsome face, as if the sprays were not blood, but bewitching flowers.

He habitually held the frame on the bridge of his nose, and the long sword in his right hand gracefully slashed a circle of beautiful and cold arcs in the air, the staggered stacked arcs of light were like a dense moonlight spider web, and the body that had not yet fallen gradually fell apart after the layers of light arcs disappeared, collapsing like a landslide after a rainstorm, shattered flesh and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and a faint white mist steamed up from the corpses and plasma, exuding a disgusting fishy sweet smell.

The explosion and the shaking of the ground made the already precarious walls seem crumbling, but the dark shadow seemed completely unaffected by the tremors, and he walked forward step by step with a slow, graceful step over the scattered corpses, ahead of him the [angelic] soldiers who were stunned in place.

"Good evening, Lords of Osland, my name is Steyr, under the command of the [Flame] Legion of the United Empire of Bhakda, tonight you have lost the protection of the goddess of victory, you do not have to resist desperately, because no matter how much you struggle, it will be useless, fearless resistance will only make your death more tragic and painful. Surrender, I promise my sword will make you die painlessly. Steyr said coldly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a contemptuous smile was raised.

"What are you kidding! Osland's army ......" An artillery soldier in the distance with a fire command was the first to react, he could no longer care about the approaching [Konstantin], he quickly turned to resist the heavy fire control on his shoulder, aimed the black muzzle of the cannon at Steyr, who was holding a sharp sword, and roared and shouted, "There are no cowards!"

All the movements were done in one go, but before the magic crystal bullet equipped in the fire system could be launched, he felt a flower in front of him, a silent black wall completely blocked his vision, he pulled the trigger without thinking, and the fire flashed in the black and heavy muzzle, and the heavy fire system began to distort and deform, and the fiery red cracks on the surface of the fire system expanded and spread rapidly......

Before he could think about what was happening, a violent fire surged out of the fire on his shoulder blades, and the sound of an explosion that was close at hand instantly destroyed his hearing, and he watched silently as he was gradually engulfed by the flames that spread all over the sky, and the great pain that came almost robbed him of his trance, and he vaguely saw his body, arms, and legs gradually turning to ashes in the burning flames......

The powerful explosion almost leveled everything around the artilleryman, and the flames scattered on the ground were still burning, and several charred corpses lay messily on the charred ground, thick black smoke billowing up from the ground, and a black shadow standing up slowly could be seen in the billowing smoke.

"It's useless, no matter how you struggle, the end is already doomed!" A deep voice came from the black smoke and flames, a tall and strong body stepped out of the ruins after the explosion, he was naked and stout, his upper body was also wearing a pair of tight leather shorts on the crotch, the almost naked man had crimson skin, like the color of pig iron burned red in a furnace, and the bulging muscles were full and strong like hard rocks, as if there was infinite power surging under his fiery red skin, in such a cold and snowy world, he seemed to feel the cold at all and straightened his spine, standing between heaven and earth。

The crimson-skinned man and Steyr looked at each other and smiled, they stood almost at either end of the wall, silently and menacingly surrounding the few remaining Angel soldiers on the wall, behind them was the staircase leading to the tower, in other words, the two of them blocked all the retreats of the soldiers.

The strength of the two showed far beyond the imagination of these ordinary soldiers, even in the face of the [Constantine] as huge as a hill and as fierce as a monster, the soldiers did not show despair and fear, but in the face of the sudden arrival of the two who were as terrible as ghosts, the soldiers looked at each other, and the atmosphere of fear permeated the dark city wall before dawn bit by bit.