Collins City.
This is the largest city in the North IJssel Plain, located at the junction of the Ivo River and the Mason River.
There is flat and fertile land here, and there are two wide rivers as natural barriers, which are enough to resist the invasion of foreign enemies. The geographical environment is extremely advantageous.
Hundreds of years ago, this was the capital of the Kingdom of IJssel. After Aragon led the former Kingdom of Fadland to conquer North IJssel, he also built a large-scale construction project in Collins City, making this the capital of the north. Political, economic and military center.
To this day, a bronze sculpture of Aragon I still stands in the center of Corinth City. The famous emperor points his sword to the north with a sharp gaze, as if he is still carrying out the great cause of conquest.
In the distance, the sun slowly rose from the horizon, turning the sky into a golden color. Wisps of morning light fell on the earth and also shone on the towering tower of Collins.
"Your Majesty, Duke, according to the latest information we have received, Berg City has also"
"I understand, go down."
"Yes, sir."
At the top of the city tower, an angel god wearing armor and holding a long sword stared into the distance, his eyes solemn and resolute, and there was a hint of bitterness in the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect this day to come so quickly.
Nineteen days, just nineteen days, the entire territory of North IJssel fell. It seems that I still underestimated their military strength. "
"Don't worry, Duke Walter, their rampage is only temporary. "The voice was sonorous and powerful, especially calm, and the speaker was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties.
He was wearing a golden robe, a neatly groomed beard, and his deep eyes His pale golden eyes reveal unabashed arrogance and integrity - this is the "Dragon of Dawn" and "Wings of Dawn" Titus who helped the dwarves resist the invasion of the orcs, and is also a golden dragon. Reinforcements sent by the Parliament, an important ally of Duke Walter
Titus stroked his beard and continued: "Justice and justice will win the final victory, and those cruel existences will surely perish. This is an inevitable trend of historical development, and no one can change it. ”
Walter nodded. "Your Excellency Titus, I sincerely admire your kindness and wisdom." He raised his head and continued to stare at the smoke-filled horizon in the distance, frowning slightly.
“It’s just that I’m still worried about that red dragon.
Amauna Tower is above, a hundred-meter-long red dragon. In the past hundred years, I have never seen any giant one. A dragon can have such an exaggerated size." Thinking of the enemy he had never met, he couldn't stop praying.
Walter turned his head, looked at Titus, and said softly: "We are both dragons, I believe you should know what this means."
"Duke, you are now the third Ji, after experiencing the tragic Dragon Meteor War, it is difficult for a giant dragon hundreds of meters long to appear in the material world.”
"You mean the Burning Emperor didn't really reach this size?" Walter asked first, then shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Regardless of whether the 100-meter-level figure is true or false, the power he displayed cannot be matched by a declining divine descendant like me.
Even I, who was once under the sunshine of the Sun God, can't match it. I am no match for that red dragon, not to mention that there is no longer the Holy Fadland Empire behind me.”
As the most determined “Fadlandist”, Walter pursues the empire like a monk. Everything in the past, but the current situation of the Fadland Empire is clearer than anyone else.
After the death of the old emperor, this huge empire had ceased to exist in name only, leaving only the huge remains and the heirs vying for power.
And Walter resolutely launched an uprising against the Kingdom of Thrace because he really couldn't bear the current situation of his roommates fighting each other.
Hearing this, Titus nodded and said solemnly: "Of course, that red dragon is indeed powerful and cruel, but aren't Tiamat and Carix more powerful than him? And the gods of these evil dragons Where are they now?
Alfonas, the Screaming Tunnel, and the Shadowfell Underworld. They once had a body like a mountain, but they were still exiled. To those places full of sin."
The middle-aged nobleman said word by word: "I firmly believe that the material world will always be a righteous and bright existence. This has been the case in history, and it will be the same in the future. So."
He stepped forward, looked down at the earth, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the wide and flowing river.
“Just as the water of the Ivo River will eventually flow to the ocean unstoppably, those cruel tyrants and vicious rulers will eventually be driven to the place where darkness breeds, and they will never be able to stand up again!
What's more -"
Titus paused, his eyes flashed with confidence, and tiny glimmers of light appeared all over his body.
His voice became louder and louder, and finally turned into thunder. ’s roar: “You are not alone! ”
The middle-aged noble has disappeared, replaced by a standing golden dragon, which instantly attracted the attention of countless people.
The huge body was like a moving hill, melting The golden scales shine with dazzling golden light in the morning light, and are carved with mysterious and exquisite lines, making the golden dragon look like it is wearing the most gorgeous armor.
The eyes of the golden dragon are like the burning sun, full of wisdom and power. His broad wings flapped slightly, making a roaring sound, and the air was distorted by the vibrations, creating a strong hurricane.
Titus transformed into the body of an ancient golden dragon, looked down at the still confused Duke of God, and said loudly: "Whether it is the sky, the earth or the ocean, all creatures in the material world that uphold justice and justice, will stand Behind you, resist the tyranny of the evil dragon!"
"Your Excellency Titus"
Duke Walter looked up at the golden dragon in the sky with a somewhat moved expression, then he lowered his head and turned his gaze. Transfer to your own army.
In the dim light of dawn, the tall city wall stood majestically, with flags flying, and an unprecedented, large and mighty coalition army gathered in the open space in front of the city wall.
On the ground, tens of thousands of soldiers from North IJssel lined up neatly, wearing shiny steel armor, holding long swords or shields that shone with cold light in their hands. Their expressions were firm and their eyes were fanatical. The array was as dense as an iron wall.
They are all elites drawn from all over North IJssel, including many extraordinary professionals. Many of them have followed Walter through life and death. After going through hardships, they always believe that the Duke can lead them to rebuild Holy Fadland.
The mages stood behind, wearing gorgeous robes, holding staffs, and surrounded by the brilliance of runes produced by magic.
Some of them were meditating hard, while others were reciting incantations silently. The air was filled with strong energy fluctuations, and from time to time, light spots flickered on their fingertips.
Among these mages are former members of the French Arcane Legion, Duke Walter's request for reinforcements from the City of Laws, and righteous men from the Arcane Monastery. In the sky, nine angelic descendants were holding flaming swords, flapping their wings, and their eyes were extremely sharp, showing the nobility and power of the Fadlan divine descendants. There were three legendary level experts among them.
And in the sky above Collins City, there are not only the descendants of angels from Fadlan, but also real creatures from heaven.
Just listen to the ethereal and melodious hymns echoing in the sky, and the vague figures appear on the clouds with the ripples of space, and then gradually solidify.
Angels of the Silver Heaven Legion such as the Angels of Justice, the Angels of Legions, the Angels of Trumpets, and the Singing Angels lined up in a neat formation high in the sky. Their wings were as white and flawless as clouds, and their wings trembled lightly. Radiating a divine and gentle radiance.
The kind-hearted creatures of Heaven Mountain such as Pegasus, Cloud Giants, Celestial Demons, and Celestial Eagles also appeared on the top of the clouds and became part of the Celestial Legion.
Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the radiance of the stars, a tall silver figure appeared at the forefront of the Celestial Legion.
He holds a long sword that explodes with lightning, carries a shining silver horn, and wears a smooth violet robe decorated with light dust that glitters like stars.
The huge wings covered with white feathers made his shoulders more elegant, and his dark purple eyes looked down at the earth with compassion, shining brightly.
The majestic voice echoed across the land: "Walter, I was invited to represent the will of Paradise Mountain and provide assistance to North IJssel!"
From the moment he appeared From the beginning, a gentle and orderly light filled the sky, making everyone present feel an unprecedented tranquility, as if the filth and sin in their hearts had been washed away.
Everyone held their breaths and looked up, only to see the eternal night, the twinkling stars and the silver moonlight appearing behind the tall figure - that was the projection of Luniya, the Silver Heaven.
Walter also looked happy, and the confidence in his eyes was a little more, he knew what this meant
——The noble Lord of Silver Heaven Lunia, the protector of the messenger Barachiel has arrived in the material world!
Walter quickly waved his wings, flew high into the sky, saluted respectfully, and said excitedly: "Good day, Your Highness Barachiel, the entire North IJssel is waiting for your arrival. "
Titus also waved his wings and came to the top of the clouds. Facing this noble Lord of Silver Heaven, even the proud golden dragon would lower his head and nod in salute.
Barachiel nodded towards them, then took off the bright silver horn from his waist and blew it.
Immediately afterwards, all the trumpeters and angels in the Celestial Legion blew their horns, and the harp angels sang carols softly.
"Woo——"
The sound of the horn resounded across the sky, like a war song from heaven, bringing inspiring power. Everyone present could feel it - an unprecedented courage and fighting spirit filled their hearts.
A faint shimmer appeared on their bodies, like the light of stars, which made the warriors think more vividly and clear their minds, and even their bodies became lighter and stronger.
Unlike those war songs that inspire people and make soldiers fearless of death, war songs from heaven can evoke the best visions and greatest wishes in people's hearts and urge them to do their best for it.
Walter closed his eyes, and in an instant, the majestic Holy City and the towering Tower of the Eternal Sun God appeared in the distance. The sun shone on the earth, and the faces of the people of Fadland were filled with joy and joy. Confidence.
He seemed to have returned to that glorious era, to that ascension ceremony that he would never forget.
After a long silence, the Divine Duke slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, what he saw was the massive and staggering coalition forces.
Countless kind and righteous creatures from gods, humans, half-elves, angels, Pegasus, and cloud giants gather here. Their races are mixed, but their strength is not low at all. There are more than a dozen legendary strong men. .
Such an army, placed in any area of the Fianso continent, would be a force that should not be underestimated. Even the three kingdoms would not be able to easily defeat them.
In the past few months, Walter exhausted almost all his connections, traveled to various planes, and even put aside his dignity to gather such a huge coalition.
“I will win. I will lead the coalition to drive the red dragon out of Issel and regain the homeland of the Fadland Empire
Walter clenched the sword in his hand , said word by word: Wherever the sun goes, it is the territory of the empire. "Suddenly, the pair of pale golden eyes showed unprecedented perseverance.
The Divine Duke thinks he has accomplished everything he can. He has no reason to lose and must not lose.
Thinking of this, Walter waved his wings and came to the front of the coalition. He raised the long sword burning with golden flames in his hand, attracting the attention of everyone present to focus on him.
“Today, standing here, what I feel is not only the severity and challenge of the upcoming battle, but also an unprecedented determination and strength.
This land Every inch of the air above is filled with our vows, and every heart is beating for the same goal - we will protect our homeland, defend our beliefs, and prevent this land from being threatened by the evil dragon. Surrender!”
His voice became more passionate and sonorous, ringing in people’s ears like a drum.
This is not just a war, it is our oath, our belief, and our determination to never surrender! Today, the evil dragon will see our swords, our shields, and the burning anger and brilliance in our eyes!
Justice and justice will surely win, and the arrogance of the evil dragon will be reduced to ashes in front of our powerful coalition forces! "
"Justice will prevail! "
The coalition soldiers waved their weapons and let out cheers and shouts that shook the sky. The golden dragons raised their heads and roared, and even the faces of the angels showed fighting spirit.
However, Val Little did the Duke know that the enemy he hated was about to appear in public at this very moment. The Emperor's Land appeared in the coalition's formation, even cheering.
The sound gradually stopped, and the coalition forces in Collins City began to prepare nervously for war again. Walter and the two most powerful allies entered the secret room. Let's discuss strategies to deal with the red dragon.
"Hoo——"
The cold wind howled, the rays of morning light illuminated the sky, and the golden flag of Holy Fadland fluttered on the city wall. The air was solemn, as if the entire sky held its breath. .
Everyone present knew that this war was inevitable. In just nineteen days, almost all of North IJssel fell, and Collins City was their last position.
This is the final battle, and it is also a war that determines the fate of North IJssel, and even the entire Fianshol continent. (End of this chapter)