Chapter 639： Reinforcement

The Platinum scepter gently clicked on the Pope, and a rushing light came suddenly. For a moment, the old body of St. Ivan III became tall and strong, and he seemed to suddenly draw strength through some mysterious way. Returning to his peak, but his resistance lasted for less than a second—the light that descended from the sky did not protect him, and the holy light that floated around did not protect him, and all the holy light around him seemed to become The deadly flame began to burn the body of St. Ivan III. In the flames of glory, he looked at Veronica with anger: "Why..."

"In essence, the Holy Light is just an energy," Veronica calmly looked at the body of St. Ivan III. The body of the Ivan III dissipated a little bit in the radiant flame, and the face still had such a gentle and faint expression, but the tone was as Machine-like indifference, "When you use energy too backward, your piety has no effect."

The body of St. Ivan III fell apart. In the end, only a resentful discourse was echoed with infinite obsession in the Great Hall of Light: "The deceiver... you will be destroyed by the Lord......"

The radiant flame gradually subsided, and the former state was restored again in the Great Hall of Light. The light of the Holy Light was still surging in the prayers, and the bishops who bowed their heads still kept their postures, as if they did not see what happened. Veronica held the Platinum Scepter in her hand, and the focus of God's Falling Arts had been transferred from her to Ivan III, and her body began to split a little under the gaze of the Holy Light.

"Destruction...maybe," Veronica said softly, carrying the Platinum Scepter, step by step to the Pope's Holy Grail, and with the body not breaking, opening more crevices filled with light, she slowly Sit down, "But it doesn't matter, 'we' have a lot..."

In the next second, her head hangs down, and the whole person is like a broken ceramic doll who stumbles on a large seat, and she completely leaves the body.

But after a sudden moment, she re-raised her head, and the cracks in the whole body began to repair at an alarming rate. A stiff and stiff sound rang from her mouth: "Reactivate this interface... Re-download the personality data..."

A moment later, Veronica, who had completely restored her original appearance, sat quietly on the Holy See. She clasped the Platinum Scepter in her hand. The bishops who prayed piously fell one after another in her field of vision and turned into a light. The torch's fuel, while her sight was cast in front, as if it had penetrated the entire church, penetrated the entire city, and fell on the distant wall.

The cathedral bells rang and glory, and the majestic power from the Great Hall of Light experienced a small period of undetectable volatility that restored stability again, and this small fluctuation was concealed by the mighty light that shrouded the entire church. No one noticed what happened in this temple...

The night of the fifth day was illuminated by the glory of the gods. When the great day rose, the splendid morning glow sprinkled on the ancient king city. This glorious city still stands on the earth.

This is the early morning of the sixth day.

Under the impact of the collapse of the big shield, all the mage towers were seriously damaged. After barely running for a long time, they all stopped working. As a result, St. Sunil’s magical defense force collapsed on the sixth day.

Under the leadership of several court mages, all the remaining wizards who can still fight have stood on the wall, ready to launch the last wave of magical blows against those monsters in a way that is almost the same.

Wales? Moen looked at the figure wearing the robe, as if looking at the kingdom accumulated over the centuries to a point of destruction.

The Extraordinary is the foundation of a country, and the supernatural Master is more able to withstand the loss than the Cavaliers - because in most cases, the Master is not only a superb who is good at fighting, but also possesses a myriad of knowledge, excellent. Scholars are not necessarily good masters, but all mages must be excellent scholars. These scholars... should have stayed in a relatively safe environment to delve into knowledge and use wisdom to promote this country.

Wales has confirmed this after much contact with the information on the Principality of Cecil.

But now, St. Sunil’s defense has almost collapsed. These masters with a lot of knowledge and wisdom have to stand on the wall and use them as flesh and blood shields to consume consumable weapons. They die cheaply and quickly. local……

In the previous battle, the big shield can at least block most of the enemy's attacks. Even if the defenders continue to suffer casualties, most of the mages can rely on the big shield to protect themselves, but now the shield has disappeared. The effect of God's Falling Skills is over, and the vulnerable wizards will soon suffer heavy casualties.

In the inner city behind him, the shining giant who came to the world through the gods of the gods has begun to dim, and the monumental barriers around the kingdom have also shown signs of illusory shaking. These phenomena all indicate one thing: God. The power of surgery is coming to an end.

The sound of Berdwin Franklin came from behind Wales: "Your Majesty, has collected the city's oil, can support the battle for more than two days."

Wales turned his head and saw that the Duke of the West had no longer looked clean and tidy. His combat robes were damaged, and there were traces of smoke and fire stains everywhere. The tired look was deeply printed on his face. .

Even so, the Duke still maintains a calm and elegant atmosphere in the elegance, as if these qualities have been deeply imprinted in his blood.

The new king sighed softly: "Well, with the oil, we can at least repel one or two waves of attacks..."

Those monsters are afraid of fire. This is the information that the soldiers in the southern defense lines exchanged for their lives. Under normal circumstances, the large-scale flame on the battlefield relies on the Master to make it - but if there is no Master, or The power of the mage is no longer enough to maintain the firepower of the entire line of defense?

With hemp rope soaked with kerosene on the stone bomb, after igniting, you can replace the stone ball ignited by the magical flame, and pour the smoldering oil down the wall, so you can ignite the raging fire wall that is no less than the hot place under the city. In the absence of magic power support, there are still some alternatives.

"Where did the Cecil Army go?"

"The last time I received the news was last night, they have crossed the river in the valley corridor and are speeding up here."

As the support army got closer and closer, the messaging spells were able to establish a more stable connection. Berdwin Franklin began to receive clear messages from Victoria, and the establishment of a stable communication greatly encouraged all the defending forces. This is one of the reasons why defense can last until today.

Wales briefly thought about it and looked up at the wizards on the wall.

"Let the wizards withdraw," the new king said in a concise manner.

"His Majesty?"

“You can’t let the best scholars in the kingdom die here,” Wales said quickly. “Without the protection of the big shields and the positive cluster operations, these overworked mages are hard to work. They survived and are more valuable than dying here. Should the gates in the northwest corner be smooth now?"

"Unblocked."

St. Sunil is surrounded by countless clusters of monsters, but not the entire city has been dying. Now the gates of the northwest of Wangdu are still accessible. From the Western Army, a limited amount of support is from this gate into the city. .

"Prepare the scholars to evacuate, these wizards are also included," the Welsh tone revealed unquestionable, "send the city from the northwest corner."

"Your Majesty," Bai Dewen could not help but open. "I am afraid this will cause shaking..."

"As long as I haven't withdrawn, the line of defense will not be shaken," Wales interrupted the Duke of the West. "And I don't want these wizards to flee. I want them to survive this battle. The city will hold it, The armored swordsman will hold it, but after holding it, we still need someone who has a pen to rebuild it."

"...Yes, Your Majesty."

The Duke of the West left, to execute the king's orders, and the attention of Wales was placed near the wall and placed on the barriers of the Light that could be extinguished at any time.

I don't know how long it took, his eyes suddenly turned to the sky.

A few small black spots do not know when they appear in the distant clouds. Under the bright and brighter sun, the black spots are rapidly approaching St. Sunil.

After a few minutes, when the black spots began to fall, the Welsh finally saw what they were by the supernatural's vision.

It is a few lions surrounded by a giant eagle.

Wales stared at them with wide eyes, watching them rush towards the kingdom in a suicidal subduction, and as their flying heights continued to decrease, the clusters of crystals gathered on the plains finally reacted—albeit in frenzy In the state, those monsters launched an instinctive attack on the uninvited guests who broke into their "air field". The arcs smashed from the ground to the sky, and they were woven into a shining giant net, at the edge of this giant net. The giant eagle and the lions crossed the clouds like a dance and crossed the wall of St. Sunil.

They threw something from the sky.

Those things bounced in the air, stretched, fluttered in the wind, and with vivid colors, Wales quickly saw what the wandering, cloth-like things were -

It is the flag of Cecil.

The king slowly opened his eyes and then suddenly laughed.

The founding hero arrived one day earlier than the appointment.

With a large number of Cecil's flag stretched out at high altitude and falling with the wind, the bells of the inner city's Holy Light Cathedral that rang through the city gradually weakened.

The effect of God's Fall is over.

The light-casting giant floating above the city burst into pieces, turning into countless scattered lights scattered in the air, protecting the holy light barriers of the kingdom and cracking in a short time.

The crystal cluster monsters on the entire plain are shaking.

Cecil’s flag fell with the wind, and in a sudden boost of morale, the Welsh sword pointed to the sky:

"For Ansu!!"

St. Sunil, the shouts shook the clouds.

On the banks of the Gorgon River, the artillery fire roared.

Three inland warships lined up along the river bank. The rest of the gunboats and small gunboats were on the river. Large and small guns and light main guns aimed at the east bank of the river. The magic flashed and the entire beach was fired.

On the Trailblazer's bridge, Byron's big door is almost as loud as the outside gunfire:

"Firepower suppresses fire suppression and quickly clears the landing site!"

"After the follow-up cargo ship keeps up, keep up!"

"Quick and fast, release the springboard, release the springboard! Put the ground troops down!!"

Under the cover of the gunboat, the cluster of monsters in the entire East Coast area was quickly cleared, and the armored cargo ships were one after another close to the suitable landing beach. The springboard made of solid steel frame and heavy steel plate was used in machinery. Under the action of the device, it extended to the river bank. The tanks and multi-purpose tanks that had already been ready to be mounted on the ground one after another quickly established a propulsion defense line on the land.

With the roar of the tank guns, the marine forces also rushed to the river bank.

On the Trailblazers bridge, Gao Wen’s video on the magic network terminal is showing Sonya’s image: “...just flew over St. Sunnier...has signaled...they are still sticking...”

Govin looked back at Byron, who was not easy to calm down: "Can you hit St. Sunier from this position?"

"Beyond the theoretical range - but you can try it out," Byron's big voice rang again. "If you don't guarantee accuracy, I can shoot the shell on the plain south of St. Sunil. But no one knows exactly where, no matter how bad the king is.

"Open the gun," Gao Wen nodded slightly. "Tell those monsters, we are here."

"Have you heard! Young boys!" Byron was red-faced, waving his arms and turning to his crew. "Overload the main gun, kill a xx!!"