"Lothern warriors! Follow me - fight to the death!!!"
King O'Brien drew out the royal sword "Dawn" inherited from Saint King's ancestors, and pointed the sword's edge straight ahead.
The remaining royal guards, as well as all the soldiers who were still willing to follow the king, let out roars that shook the sky, like moths flying towards the flames, followed their monarch and launched a charge without hesitation.
The battle entered the most brutal and intense stage in an instant.
O'Brien relies on his Legendary Realm-level tyrannical strength and determination to die, fighting left and right on the vast battlefield. Every time Dawn King Sword slashes, it brings a bloody storm, trying to delay the destruction of the kingdom with his personal bravery.
High in the palace, Elina used his magic to rise into the air, hoping to witness the final battle outside the city that would determine the fate of the kingdom.
However, just moments after she took off, a huge shadow suddenly enveloped her.
Iron Dragon Gordon left and returned, hovering in front of her.
His heart was full of struggles and contradictions, but in the end, the emotions that had accumulated for nearly a hundred years defeated the rational balance. After all, he could not make up his mind and escape alone.
He still clearly remembered the fear and uneasiness in his heart when he was sent to Royal Court as a tribute as a child.
He originally thought that what awaited him would be imprisonment and humiliation. However, the first thing he saw was the fashionable and young Princess Elina, who showed him a smile as warm and surprising as the sun.
The expected miserable life did not come, but instead came flowers, delicious food, and the princess's unreserved kindness and companionship.
For nearly a hundred years, they grew up together.
Elina will tell him all his thoughts, whether it is frustration, grievances, or occasional joy and expectations.
And every time he wakes up from a deep sleep, the first thing he sees is always the smiling figure of Elina.
Phew!
Iron Dragon stretched out his huge paws. This time it was no longer an invitation, but with a gentleness that could not be refused. He gently lifted Elina up by the waist, then placed it on his broad and solid back, and took her to fly higher into the sky.
"Elina, let me say it for the last time - when the royal city truly overturns and the defense line completely collapses, I will escape immediately without hesitation and will never risk my life to defend the city."
Gordon's voice was more serious than ever. "But before that... I will accompany you to spend this last time."
Crystal Princess was stunned. She looked at the neck of the giant dragon under her that was covered with hard scales. A complicated and difficult-to-understand light flashed in her eyes. At this time, her face had many wrinkles from the years, but her graceful demeanor derived from blood and upbringing, and her calm beauty after going through wind and rain, were even more moving.
She gently leaned down and touched the cold scales of Gordon with her palms, and a smile suddenly broke out on her face.
"Okay, Gordon."
"If... I mean if, in this desperate situation, the kingdom can really perform a miracle and turn defeat into victory."
"Then, when the war is over and everything settles, I can truly become a princess that only belongs to you as you wish."
For Iron Dragon, who has accompanied her almost throughout her life, Elina also has complex and deep emotions in her heart. However, in the past, the responsibilities and boundaries of being a human princess have prevented her from facing this emotion that transcends race.
But at this moment, at the critical moment of life and death, everything may be lost.
She chose to face her heart calmly.
Gordon's huge body trembled imperceptibly.
Although he had always seemed to have good luck, deep down he knew very well how slim the so-called miracles were at this moment.
However, even so.
Hearing Elina's promise with his own ears instantly relieved some of the emotions that had accumulated in his heart for many years.
"It's a deal."
Iron Dragon opened his mouth wide and smiled as well.
After that, Iron Dragon flapped its broad wings, carrying Crystal Princess on its back, and cautiously approached the city wall.
Outside the city, it has turned into a millstone of flesh and blood.
The broken limbs and broken arms were mixed together with the broken weapons and armor, dyeing the earth a dark red, and the blood gathered into trickles and formed bloody puddles in the low-lying areas.
King O'Brien is like a burning meteor at this moment.
He charged bravely at the densest part of the enemy formation. Every time the Dawn King's Sword fell down, it burst out with a blinding golden sword light. Wherever it passed, the oncoming enemy warriors were easily split into two pieces, including their armor. Those hideous and terrifying alchemy golems covered in thick armor were also chopped into pieces, with parts and magic circuits flying everywhere.
In addition to the attacks of the Legendary Realm of the same level, and a few special war weapons specially designed to fight against the Legendary Realm.
Ordinary attacks cannot penetrate Legendary Realm.
O'Brien is like a rock on the battlefield, standing in the torrent of destruction.
Under the leadership of the king, the Legendary Realm guards also sacrificed their lives. Countless Lothern warriors burst out with their last courage and rushed towards the enemy regardless of their own safety.
For a time, they withstood the first and most ferocious offensive of the coalition forces, and even formed a brief counterattack in some areas.
The figure of O'Brien fighting bloody battles has become the most dazzling coordinate on the entire battlefield, and has also become the last pillar in the hearts of all Lothern defenders that prevents them from falling.
In the air, Iron Dragon Gordon carried Elina, hovering under the giant Archdemon magic shield that enveloped the royal city.
The round demon Magic Array, flowing with the radiance of runes, resisted the alchemy shells and destructive spells constantly bombarded by the coalition forces outside the city. Each hit spattered countless subtle energy ripples.
The streets in the city were crowded with civilians who were either frightened or showing determination, with all kinds of complex faces intertwined.
The noise of war is still deafening.
The situation seemed to be in a brief stalemate. The Lothern defenders were unimaginably tenacious, but everyone with a discerning eye knew that this was just a flashback.
The coalition's quantity and overall quality hold an absolute advantage.
More fresh troops were thrown into the battlefield like a tide, like an ever-tightening steel noose, slowly but surely oppressing the already narrow living space of the defenders.
At this time, just as O'Brien had just repelled a coalition soldier Legendary Realm, and then split a huge war puppet in half with another sword, Magic Energy itself showed a slight gap in falling back.
Changes, sudden changes!
A deputy chairperson, Lothern Legendary Realm, Court Mage Corps, who was immediately behind O'Brien, suddenly broke into an attack.
Master Legendary Spellcaster waved his staff, and a twisted chain with countless wailing shadows shot out. Instead of shooting at the enemy, it entangled King O'Brien.
Soul Chains!
This vicious confinement spell does not act on the body, but directly binds the target's soul, the Magic Energy flowing in the body, and the Legendary Realm that relies on it for existence!
O'Brien's stalwart body suddenly stiffened!
The brilliance of his domain was dim, it was covered with wailing faces, and his sword-swinging movements also showed fatal sluggishness.
"Mave?! You...!"
O'Brien's voice of shock and anger just sounded.
Poof!
There was a muffled sound of a sharp blade penetrating flesh and armor, followed immediately!
The two-handed giant sword that symbolizes the highest glory of Lothern Royal Knight, now attached with indestructible domain characteristics, pierces O'Brien's back fiercely!
The sword holder is Commander Royal Knights Order, who is deeply trusted by the king and has always been known for his perseverance and loyalty.
"For the new era! I'm sorry, Your Majesty!"
Royal Knights Order Commander roared, his face that had always been resolute now looked extremely ferocious due to the determination of betrayal.
Poof!
The sound of the sword's edge completely penetrating Legendary Realm's armor and the king's tough body resounded harshly on the noisy battlefield.
The bloody sword tip protruded from the chest.
O'Brien's body shook violently, and the questions in his mouth turned into a mouthful of hot blood.
"Traitor!"
"Protect Your Majesty!"
The eyes of the surrounding Imperial Guards and other Legendary Realms were splitting, and they took action with anger. The violent attacks instantly forced the two traitors back.
Someone quickly stepped forward and poured the top healing potion into the king's mouth, barely stabilizing his rapidly passing life breath, but it still could not change the fact that he was seriously injured.
"I didn't expect... it would be you two who would betray me in the end."
O'Brien was vomiting blood and his face was as pale as paper, but his face was unusually calm and his eyes were still sharp, locked tightly on the two rebellious Legendary Realm.
Royal Knights Order, the veteran Legendary Realm of the Lothern Kingdom, once personally taught the martial arts of young O'Brien; another Legendary Spellcaster master, Mave, was also the magic enlightenment instructor of many princes and princesses.
"A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a wise minister chooses his master to do his work."
Female Conjurer Mave said softly, "Your Majesty, when you killed your brother to usurp the throne, the throne was not righteous."
"Now the Lothern building is about to collapse, but you are stubborn and refuse all possibilities for peace talks. You want to drag the entire kingdom into destruction Abyss... We can only find another way out."
Seeing that the king was seriously injured, the coalition forces burst into earth-shaking cheers, boosting their morale.
The traitor's face also showed the pride and relief of victory in sight.
On the other side, Iron Dragon Gordon, who was hovering in the air, changed drastically, and his instinct to escape strongly urged him again.
But looking at Elina's face that instantly lost color and the determined eyes on his back, he couldn't bear to be cruel after all, and continued to carry her hovering in the airspace. At the same time, he took a deep breath and prepared to take her to escape by force.
"Gordon, let's go, get out of here immediately!"
"I will fulfill my oath and die with my country!"
Crystal Princess began to mobilize all the Magic Energy in the body, preparing to cast the strongest and final spell in this life, dragging as many enemies as possible to the burial.
However, at the darkest moment when the kingdom is about to collapse and everything is in despair.
O'Brien, who was seriously injured, suddenly smiled.
He stared at the two traitors, and his eyes slowly swept over the surrounding coalition forces Legendary Realm who were eager to make a move. His voice was not high, but it clearly reached the ears of every strong man. "Do you think you have won?"
"Idiots, if I were you, I would start praying right now and then... run away like crazy."
Buzz!
An indescribably powerful aura erupted from the deepest part of Valdo City without any warning.
Deep in the palace, Lothern Sacred Stele, regarded as a symbol of the kingdom and covered with traces of time, exploded.
The extremely pure, warm and majestic bright light surged out from it and shot straight into the sky.
Countless dark clouds with the haze of war and the aura of death accumulated over the royal city, like melting ice and snow, were instantly dispersed, and the entire world was shrouded in this glorious light.
In the center of the light, a figure slowly stepped out.
He was wearing an ancient but spotless white king's robe, his face was as young as a young man, his black hair was as black as ink, hanging loosely behind his shoulders, and his eyes were so deep that they seemed to contain the entire starry sky, which made people feel awe and dare not look directly at them.
I saw the moment when this figure appeared.
All the Legendary Realm powerhouses present, whether they were on the Lothern side or on the coalition side, their expressions all changed drastically, and their expressions solidified almost at the same moment.
This person is none other than Lothern Kingdom, the strongest person in history.
The top Legendary Realm, known as Saint King--Allen·Lothern.
He descended to the center of the battlefield, his eyes as calm as water, scanning the tragic scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood around him, and finally landed on the two traitors who were frozen in place.
"Breaking oaths, committing regicide and treason."
Saint King spoke, his voice was not loud, but it was like some kind of command, with an unquestionable meaning.
The two traitors were horrified.
The moment they try to beg for mercy or escape.
Buzz!
The invisible and powerful domain spread instantly, engulfing and covering both of them. Their own domains emerged on the surface of their bodies, but they seemed to be under some kind of huge pressure and kept cracking.
"You deserve it, Thousand Swords Body-Slashing Punishment!"
Saint King's words were like the final judgment, falling calmly.
In an instant, countless sharp swords appeared out of thin air, filling every inch of space around the traitor.
These lightsabers seemed to be alive, converging into two torrents of death and shooting out, like funnels, passing through the bodies of the two traitors again and again.
Their mouths were opened wide, their faces were distorted to the extreme due to the extreme pain, and they let out shrill wails.
However, within the realm of Saint King, even their screams were completely deprived of them, and they could only watch their bodies and souls being torn apart and torn apart by thousands of swords, and dying in extreme pain.
Quiet!
A deathly silence enveloped the entire battlefield.
Whether it was the Lothern defenders or the coalition soldiers, everyone was stunned on the spot as if they had been Immobilization Spell cast, staring at this scene in stunned silence.
The fierce battle came to a brief moment of stagnation.
While punishing the traitors, Saint King Allen slowly raised his eyes and looked around the entire Bloodshed battlefield.
His eyes swept across the mountains and plains outside the city, as if there was no end to the coalition soldiers, and the Legendary Realm strong men who were arrogant before but now looked tense.
His eyes were calm, without anger, murderous intent, or even a trace of ripples.
There is only indifference and majesty.
Immediately afterwards, his domain expanded again! The scope was so wide that it was unbelievable, far exceeding the normal Legendary Realm's cognitive limit of the scope of the domain.
Centered on Saint King.
The soldiers on the Lothern side felt a warm and powerful breath pouring into their bodies, soothing their pain and fear, while the coalition forces felt as if they were hit head-on by an invisible and vast Colossal Strength! The soldiers fell to the ground in pieces, being suppressed and unable to get up, and the tight formation collapsed.
Those huge Alchemy Golems lost control one after another, standing frozen in place or colliding with each other.
Even those Legendary Realm strong men hovering in the air felt as if they were struck by lightning. Their domains continued to crack and their movements became difficult.
Panic! Just like Plague, it spreads crazily among the coalition forces at an unprecedented speed.
All fighting spirit, all greed, and all ambitions turned into the most primitive fear in front of this Saint King who reappeared in the world.
"Federation, built by me."
Saint King's voice sounded again, without any emotional waves, but like a bell reverberating between heaven and earth. The sentence structure and wording of his words carried an ancient charm.
"Aims to bring together all countries, put aside their personal opinions, jointly defend against foreign enemies, and enjoy peace together."
His words paused slightly, but his calm gaze seemed to contain a huge amount of pressure, making every enemy glanced by his gaze feel their souls trembling.
"However, hundreds of years have passed and people's minds have changed. Either because of their own selfish desires, or because of short-sightedness, or because of inner cowardice, you have long forgotten the original intention of unity and betrayed the pledge of coexistence, resulting in wars resuming and wars everywhere."
Speaking of this, Saint King's voice suddenly became louder.
"In this case, the forced union is just a different dream, which only increases internal friction and wastes the vitality of this land that I cherish!"
"Today, I will personally end this covenant that exists in reality!"
"Federation, disbanded from now on!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
Neither the Lothern defenders nor the coalition soldiers could believe their ears.
Disbanding Federation? This means that Saint King voluntarily gave up the supreme Divine Authority that legally unified Southern Kingdoms, and gave up his position above all kings.
Saint King's next words shocked them even more.
"As for your coalition forces, who stepped onto our land today, invaded our borders, and killed my people, they should have been killed as a warning to others!"
The killing intent flashed away, causing all enemies to fall into an ice cave and almost stop breathing.
"But!" Saint King changed the topic, his tone was still majestic and majestic, and his temperament was as grand as mountains and rivers. "Killing is not my wish, and hatred is not the way to long-term peace and stability."
"I pity you and other soldiers in the army. Most of them are driven by the ambitions of those in power. You have parents, wives and daughters at home who are eagerly waiting for you. You are innocently suffering from this war."
"I pity the living beings in the mainland. They should not shed all their blood, exhaust their vitality, cause pain to their relatives and happiness to their enemies because of temporary disputes and political intrigues."
"Therefore, today, in the name of Saint King Allen·Lothern, I forgive your crimes of infringement."
"Put down your weapons, take your wounded and the corpses of your companions, and return to your respective territories."
"After today, Lothern and other countries will no longer be bound by covenants. They will each go their own way without interfering with each other. I hope you will do your own thing. Remember today's lesson. Don't do unjust acts again, only to cause war and harm the common people."
He stood in the endless light, his figure seemed to be as high as the sky and the earth, and his voice spread throughout the fields.
"If there is another invasion of our Lothern territory in the future, and there is no Federation friendship, it will not be comparable to the forgiveness we have today. By then, no matter how far you go, I will make you pay an unbearable price!"
After the words fell, with Saint King as the center, the huge field covering the battlefield was retracted like a tide.
After a brief period of silence, there was complete collapse.
Anti-King Coalition Army, who was so powerful before and vowed to defeat Valdo, now only hates his parents for having two fewer legs!
They abandoned their helmets and heavy equipment, and like frightened sheep, they fled in a hurry, trampling on each other, and never dared to look back at the royal city shrouded in the glory of Saint King.
Saint King looked back, glanced at O'Brien with a deep look, and nodded gently to him.
Then, his figure shrouded in light began to slowly fade, and finally disappeared like a phantom, as if he had never appeared.
the other side.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Iron Dragon Gordon flapped its wings and slowly landed on a intact square in the palace.
"A miracle... really happened?"
"The legendary Saint King is still alive!"
He murmured to himself, and after a few seconds, as if he suddenly figured something out, a look of enlightenment appeared on Long's face, which was immediately replaced by an extremely inflated self-confidence.
"Perhaps, I, Gordon·Ignas, am the legendary Son of Destiny! An existence destined to lead the storm of an era!" The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, and the dragon's tail began to swing proudly.
"Otherwise, there is no way to explain why I can always turn danger into safety at critical moments!"
"Even this dangerous situation can be reversed because of the reappearance of Saint King!"
"Yes, that's right! That must be it! I, Gordon, belong to Destiny Rank!"
"Sorog, Samantha, including Garos... their achievements and luck they have today may be all because they benefited from me and shared my Destiny Rank favor!"
Gordon, who was immersed in narcissism, was like a victorious general, holding his chest covered with iron-gray scales high and proud.
He shook his huge body, looked down at Elina who had just gotten off his back, and grinned.
He reminded with a smile, "Elina, you promised me in the air before. Now that the kingdom's crisis has been resolved and a miracle has occurred, you can't go back on it."
Evil Dragon and the princess are a perfect match.
From today on, Garos they should be envious of having a princess.
Crystal Princess is currently looking at the direction where Saint King disappeared, with a surge of heart.
After hearing Gordon's words, she slowly turned her head, with a puzzled expression on her face, and tilted her head slightly.
"What words? Did I promise you anything?"
The proud smile on Iron Dragon's face froze for a moment, and he was speechless for a moment, and then a feeling of embarrassment at being teased came to his heart.
"Hmph! Despicable, fickle humans!"
He angrily blew out two jets of steam with sparks from his nose, ignored Elina, and flew to a corner of the square. Then he covered his head tightly with his broad wings, and lay on the ground and began to sulk.
At the same time, O'Brien returned to the city under the escort of the imperial guards.
Elina immediately went up to him and supported his brother.
She suppressed the excitement in her heart and asked urgently in a low voice, "Brother Wang! Since our ancestor has reappeared, can you kindly ask him to take action and hunt down those coalition forces Legendary Realm? They must pay the price for today's betrayal and killing!"
"Our ancestors were open-minded and compassionate towards the common people, but those invading enemies must not be forgiven in vain."
"The world says that you have the legacy of your ancestors and are highly valued by them. Maybe you... can try to change your ancestors' minds? At least, you can't let them retreat so easily!"
O'Brien endured the severe pain from the wound and shook his head palely.
He did not explain much, but said weakly, "The intentions of our ancestors are not something we can speculate on, nor can we easily change."
Elina felt unwilling and wanted to persuade again, "But Brother Wang..."
O'Brien waved his hand tiredly and interrupted her, "Let's talk about it later. My injury is not serious and I need to recuperate immediately."
Elina swallowed the words that reached his lips and said no more.
Then, time passed by leisurely.
The Southern Federation civil war that lasted for decades finally came to an end when Saint King Allen·Lothern reappeared and personally disbanded Federation. Anti-King Coalition Army quickly withdrew its troops in fear and hurriedly retreated to their respective territories.
They didn't dare to act rashly and nervously watched Lothern Kingdom's subsequent attitude.
Lothern Kingdom, as Saint King said, after regaining the lost territory, did not continue to pursue the crimes of invasion by other countries.
Saint King, with his kindness and compassion, once again won the respect and admiration of countless people in the south.
The countries of Anti-King Faction were despised by the world because of their treachery and betrayal of morality. Domestic turmoil was frequent and their governance was unstable. Those allies who had always followed Lothern Kingdom were celebrating and proud.
However, the trauma caused by war cannot be healed overnight.
Southern Kingdoms After putting away the war, he began to slowly lick his wounds and calm down the chaos caused by the war, and thus regained peace after a long absence.
In this way, time flies and we arrive at the beginning of New Calendar 318.
At the same time, in Northern Frontier, far away from the disputes in the south, Borderlands was shrouded in wind and snow.
After nearly thirty years of silence, at the age of 98, Molten Iron King slowly opened his eyes in a cave buried deep underground and woke up from his deep sleep.