September 25, 9756 of the Radiant Calendar.
Early morning.
Outside the North Gate, an army of two hundred thousand formed ranks across the plains, with a thousand men to each formation.
Military banners snapped in the wind. Amid the thunder of war drums, the army advanced steadily.
More than seven hundred thousand troops under the Fourth Legion of the Expeditionary Army had mobilized in full force. They would not rest until they captured this city.
On the city walls, the German Kingdom's soldiers and the forcibly conscripted militia looked upon the enemy camp stretching beyond sight. Fear rose once more in their numb hearts.
"General, it will end today." An officer parted his cracked lips. There was fear in his voice, but even more relief.
Four months. One hundred and thirty-five days. Most officers and commanders had lived in unease and despair.
As for the rank-and-file soldiers, no one knew how many rotations they had gone through. The soldiers who had first climbed the walls to join the defense had long since vanished, buried who knew where. Perhaps they had even become the dung of some magical beast.
Standing on the command platform, Velin watched the two military banners flutter in the wind and issued the order.
"Attack."
At the front, six battalions of the Badako Army, numbering more than eighteen thousand men, carried three hundred iron bridges and pushed sixty-four siege engines toward German City's north wall.
More than twenty thousand archers drew their bows and loosed volleys at the city walls six thousand meters ahead of the vanguard.
More than a thousand mages cast spells together, launching magical attacks against the Divine Shield.
One hundred and fifty high-grade Magic Energy Cannons and eight hundred mid-grade Magic Energy Cannons frantically drew Mana Energy from Magic Crystals, pouring energy spheres