The Nameless Ones suddenly came to a halt on the battlefield. New·
The pale knights turned around. Tens of thousands of gazes fell on the rear of the battlefield, where rows of ethereal knights stood motionless, as if silently waiting for something.
"What happened?"
The Supreme One of the undead felt a slight start. She saw pillars of light connecting heaven and earth, spread across the entire battlefield.
A new force had joined the battle.
Who was it?
Everyone mounted up.
Brando raised his sword. The golden radiance of Odephys shimmered with an unusual light beneath the sun. A thousand years ago, mortals had fought for their fate beneath this sword.
A thousand years later, it had once again become a banner—and this time, it would rewrite Vonder's fate.
"Medisa, raise our banner and tell the world that this is the Eluin people's battle!"
"Victory!"
The knights let out a unified shout and surged down from the high ground at the forest's edge like a burst dam.
At this moment, the Eluin people,
the Rubik people,
the Jiufeng people,
the Rosalin people,
and even Fang Qi and his men.
Every one of them had abandoned all other thoughts. There was only battle, followed by victory. And if they failed, they would merely be wrapped in their own horsehide and buried. To these people, death was nothing worth mentioning.
Every one of them was proud.
They fought for honor.
They fought for victory.
The Little Princess of the Silver Elves raised her head and glanced over. She threw out a silver card. It flipped through the air, transformed into a beam of light, and shot straight into the sky.
Then the clouds parted to either side. A radiant glow descended from the heavens, shining down on every person's head.
"May my