Chapter 744: The Horn Is Blowing!
Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
“Get in formation! Turn and fight! Turn and fight!”
“There is an ancient relic in the southwest of the city!” Leidon said, “The defensive magic array which is now in repair over there could be of so use! There’re many old-fashioned war weapons too!”
“It would be better than our current situation!” he added.
“I’ve requested reinforcents from my empire!” Nation-Protecting Sword Saint Wilson of the Morning Light Empire said, “If we can hold on until the reinforcents arrive, we might still have hope!”
The remaining humans led the Shadow Legion to the ancient Changlin Hill Relic in the southwest of the city, reorganized, and ford new formations. With fierce tiger-and-dragon-like roars and shouts on the battleground, the Shadow Legion fought with the human army once more, but the latter could obtain almost no advantage except for the useful terrain and so outdated war weapons!
“Don’t retreat!” King Leidon lifted his huge sword. His nation wasn’t very powerful. But facing the enemies that had forced even the powerful nations to flee, they knew they had no right to retreat.
He glanced around the soldiers who looked uncertain, lost, and desperate.
He felt those feelings too, but he couldn’t show any on his face. “Behind us are our families, friends, and our loved ones. Think about what would beco of them if we retreat!”
“Your prince, my most excellent son, has just died in battle. Perhaps I’ll die in battle today as well, but I’d rather die standing on the city wall at the border of our Lianshan Principality than survive by fleeing in sha!”
Seeing the hesitation on the faces of the soldiers of the Morning Light Empire, Wilson yelled, “If we retreated today, just imagine when they co to the gate of our nation and we must face them alone, can we still retreat?!”
“I can’t guarantee that you will live, but I need you right now.”
“Get in formation!”
The remaining saint-level masters from the neighboring nation also roared. In the sky, the Sky Knight Legion ford a long array, looking like a huge soaring eagle spreading out its wings.
On the ground, the warriors advanced forward while holding shields before them. As the array of the ancient relic in the southwest lit up with pale blue lights, countless flas and frosts exploded among the enemies.
The warriors stood in one line and ford a great iron wall!
Behind the warriors, the mage group slowly flew into the sky.
“Firestone teorite, 500 yards ahead.” Grand Mage Adolf squinted his turbid eyes as he looked at the sky worriedly.
Like a black flood, the Shadow Legion viciously crashed at the iron defense line while the few remaining saint-level masters fiercely fought the enemies. They were surrounded by large groups of flying knights and monsters. anwhile, the saint-level masters of the Shadow Legion just stood and watched, intending to deplete their opponents’ spirit and energy.
Darkness in the sky engulfed the whole city and everyone’s heart. Like a heavy boulder, it almost suffocated everyone under it.
The retreat of the Radiant Light Godly Nation ant that the Lianshan Principality was deserted. Now, they could only rely on themselves to protect their land, people, and nation.
To live or to die; it would be determined by Heaven.
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At this mont, Mr. Fang led his internet cafe rescue team to the north and finally reached the place where the Shadow Legion made its first attack.
They saw the lion-man leaning on the huge shield that was as tall as one man. Beside him, so orc warriors supported their bodies with huge swords or huge hamrs, not willing to retreat one step even in the last mont of their lives.
They might be insignificant, but they had ford the first line of defense of the Orc Kingdom.
A streak of warm Holy Light fell from the sky, and the lion-man was woken up as if he was in a sweet dream.
At this mont, except for the elves, dwarves, and humans, there gathered a large number of orcs.
The old orc king lifted his weapon and shouted, “Peers, it’s ti to fight back!”
“Sir, say sothing.” While they advanced south toward the Shadow Legion by following its track, the knights, elves, and orcs walked with Mr. Fang in the center.
“Um...” Mr. Fang looked embarrassed. This isn’t my strong suit...
He slightly thought for a mont...
...
The reinforcents from the neighboring empires and kingdoms rushed to the rescue. Despite the fresh blood joining the battle, the battleground at the border of the Lianshan Principality consud the human forces continuously like a huge millstone.
Looking at the large flocks of huge black birds circling in the sky and the cold-blooded soldiers of the Shadow Legion who seed fearless, these people had never felt so desperate before.
Like flas, once it was ignited, despair spread out quickly.
“St. Dulan,” A priest reported in a low voice, “Sword Saint Claus has retreated safely with the godly spell mage group, but so nations didn’t retreat.”
At the Nations Summit, St. Dulan looked at the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection before him calmly and said, “This ti, we indeed underestimated them. As everyone can see, I gave them the chance to retreat, but they gave it up. Now, let’s talk about how to build a new defense line. I think we must put out 100 percent of our forces this ti to deal with this crisis.”
The representatives from the Elf Clan and the Dwarf Clan frowned. The dwarf who was wearing a crown stood up and said, “Forgive for my bluntness, but I think we must re-consider if we should form an alliance with people who deserted their allies.”
“People with great ambition don’t concern themselves with trifling matters.” St. Dulan stood up from his seat and said, “On our side, we have St. Heinz who can listen to the gods’ words, and we also have Isabella Her Highness whose strength has surpassed all the people in the world.”
Dressed in a pale golden long dress and wearing a silver-colored crown, the woman with eyes that were as bright as stars nodded slightly at his words.
“One must understand the situation and know when to retreat. Otherwise...” St. Dulan pointed at the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection which showed great casualties of human soldiers and the desperate howling of the remaining ones.
“Ahh-!” On the battleground, the middle-aged man’s golden armor had been dyed red by blood. Beside him were piles of corpses of the soldiers of the Shadow Legion soldiers and human warriors.
His hand that grasped onto the sword shook slightly while the huge wound in his shoulder numbed half of his body.
He turned his head and looked at Wilson who was also covered in blood.
“Don’t ask why.” Wilson looked reminiscent. “Do you rember the Sword Saint of the Hymia Family?”
He closed his eye slightly and said, “She was my wife; she died on the sa battlefield.”
His sword was different from others. Slim and exquisite, it seed to be a decorative sword used by so aristocrat. “I don’t want to retreat again... Heehaaa–!”
Unleashing the last bit of energy in his body, he charged at the huge shadow in the sky.
Then, blood sprayed into the sky and dyed it red.
“You overestimate yourself.” The demonic-god-like figure staying in the high sky looked indifferent.
“Humans are just bugs that tremble and beg for rcy at the feet of gods,” the tall and thin figure said.
...
“Do you want to form an alliance with them?” St. Dulan laughed.
“...”
“Chirk-!” Suddenly, they heard a shrill yell and saw Demon Spirit Sal flying over like a ghost.
Suddenly, everyone saw a shocking scene. A weird bolt of saber energy appeared at where Demon Spirit Sal was!
After the saber energy flashed by, the demonic-god-like’s body slowly split into two halve after a long while.
Exclamations erupted at the Nations Summit. “What’s happening?!”
Dinsion Slash!
The data strings that were flowing in Fang Qi’s eyes gradually dimd while he withdrew the sword. Then, the people who had been waiting for Mr. Fang to speak finally saw him open his mouth. His gaze seed to see through ti and space and rested on the distant blue planet that he could never return to.
“May...” Fang Qi opened his mouth and said in silence. When we face despair, may our past youth and passion form your hardest shield.
“May... the Holy Light be with you.”
“Wuu–!” With a deep sound of the horn, these people dashed toward the center of the battlefield, howling like a pack of wolves.
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