On the battlefield on the Eastern Front, the city of St. Michael fell in just a few days.
The commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front and the Imperial Marshal Droll led the large army through the glorious mountains, like a sharp sword, directly inserted into the heart of the Thracian Kingdom, and marched towards August at an unimaginable speed.
The Western Front also gathered together, rushed around the vast plain, ruthlessly tearing Thrace's defense line, and handing over the fragmented cities to the Starflyers Legion.
In just seven days, under the lightning offensive of the Empire, the defense line of the Thracian Kingdom was unsustainable, and all the legions arranged in various places were destroyed.
Immediately afterwards, under Wilham's "Supreme Order", military forces from all over the Kingdom of Thrace - whether it was the Holy Guards, the Golemies, the Arcane Legions or the Angel Gods, rushed to August in a mighty manner.
At this moment, all the forces from both sides gathered in the capital of the Kingdom of Thrace, August, known as the "City of Sunrise".
Trace Kingdom, August.
The towering Sun God Tower stands in the center of the city, with liquid sunlight-like patterns flowing on the tower body, and the sun wheel emblem at the top releases halos day and night.
This is not only a symbol of faith, but also a core of the energy barrier covering the entire city. The monument is etched with the sun god text, which can continuously transform sunlight into a barrier against attack.
The angel gods were commanded by Duke Tirena, guarding the tower, their wings were forged like molten gold, holding the blade of judgment, and patrolling the sky.
Tirena waved her sword and roared at the angel gods: "Fianso's fate will be decided by us!
We are warriors selected by the Sun God - for Thrace, for the Holy Farland, and for the great Amanata, we must not let August fall! Let this sacred land bathed in the sun fall into an enemy!"
At the top of the tower, there are three hundred holy soldiers, who also have wings on their backs, but the flawless faces have no expression, like holy statues.
"The sky feather burns her eyes, the sword breaks the helmet; the chant is the chant, the divine eyes are like torches."
The Holy Law Song is standing around the sun disk on the top of the tower, singing a divine ode to continuously strengthen the barrier with this power.
The city wall system combines the dual power of arcane and divine art.
The outer layer is a gray-white rune barrier that is dozens of meters long, and the bricks and stones are embedded with expensive alchemy matrix. When attacked, a combined defense magic array can automatically appear, which can disperse physical impacts to the ground and absorb 30% of the magic energy and send it to the Arcane Army.
The inner wall is covered with a 50-yard high prism tower. The crystal prism on the top is controlled by the great arcane, which can convert the absorbed energy into annihilation beam or wide-area shield.
After the battlements of the city wall, thousands of golems stood silently. They were nearly ten meters tall, their bodies were made of meteorite iron, and the core was an alchemy device that imprisoned the soul. Once the war broke out, these golems could turn into killing machines that ignored the pain.
And the streets in the city were full of officers and soldiers coming and going, driving the panicked civilians around and taking them into shelters to prevent anyone from escaping.
"Hurry, everyone behind me will follow you! You are walking so slowly, do you want to get a whip?" The Thracian officer riding a tall horse cursed at the refugees fiercely.
A woman in ragged clothes and holding a child mustered up her courage and whispered: "Sir, my child hasn't eaten for several days, it's really."
"Ba!" The whip whipped behind the woman, causing her to let out a faint moan.
The officer didn't even look at it, but just angrily scolded: "Shut up! Do you want to watch August be broken? Do you want to become the food of the evil dragon?
If anyone is ungrateful, be careful that I will beat him into a traitor! Let him lose his life!"
The child in the woman's arms hugged her mother's thin body and cried, "Mom, I'm not hungry, we won't eat anymore, we won't eat anymore."
After Wilham's order, all the food and houses in August were requisitioned to maintain the troops rushing here from all over the country.
Looking at this scene, Dayev, who had just entered the city, sighed deeply and murmured, "I didn't expect the situation in the city to be so bad that the people can't even eat."
Thinking of this, he took out a piece of black bread from his arms and threw it to the crying child. "Thank you, sir." The child said twitchingly.
Hearing this sound, the officer riding a tall horse turned his head angrily, but after seeing the official uniform embroidered with the holy emblem on Dayev, he stopped making a sound, but continued to wave the long whip to drive away the refugees.
Dayev walked on the street, preparing to rush to the Kingdom Intelligence Department to report to them the military situation in various places.
He looked at the troops coming and going on the streets and the bodies of refugees who were randomly discarded on the roadside, and sighed in his heart - this once holy and glorious city has become like this?
From the day he was on his way to Isdalia, Dayev had this premonition: the Ashes Empire would bring earth-shaking changes to the kingdom and even the entire continent.
But he never expected that this day would come so quickly, but in just a few years, the Rising Empire led its army to August.
"Amanata is above."
"God."
"Look, it's His Majesty Willham! It's such a sacred posture!"
"His Majesty Willham will definitely lead us to break through the siege and move towards a bright future!"
Dayev couldn't help but raise his head, and saw a thousand-foot-thousand-foot-light radiating from the Sun God Tower, and Willham slowly rose and appeared at the top of the tower.
He was bathed in endless light, his tall and burly body was covered with divine patterns, his six burning wings slowly waved, and there were clearly visible golden sun wheels in his pupils, just like a god who came to earth.
In his hand was a spiral spear called "The Final Judgment". The body of the spear is composed of seven entangled chains of holy light, and a miniature sun that is constantly collapsed and reorganized floating at the top.
Even Dayev couldn't help but murmur: "His Majesty Wilham, he seems to have become stronger."
Since the Sun God fell asleep, the power of the gods from all over the country has gradually weakened, and only His Majesty Wilham is still powerful, and will never fall like the sun in the sky.
"Long live His Majesty Wilham!"
"Long live Thrace!"
The soldiers of Thrace cheered enthusiastically.
Wilham swept around with a lofty gaze, and then slowly spoke: "My subjects, the people bathed in the glory of Amanata - the most critical time has come!
The evil dragon from the north and its minions have crossed the glorious mountains and are attacking August. It wants to turn Thrace into its territory.
It wants to enslave the people of the Sun God, to squeeze our blood and souls, and turn this sacred land into a land full of blood and killing sins!"
Suddenly, the soldiers were in an uproar, cursing and spitting viciously, wishing to cut off the evil dragon's head and break its wings as a sacrifice to the Sun God.
"What a ignorant beast!"
"This damn monster!"
"God!" "It's okay, Wilham will lead us to kill it!"
Wilham's expression shook, and his power was powerful without anger, and his voice became sonorous and powerful: "But I will let the evil dragon know that it is a delusion!
I will let them understand that the great Majesty Amanata cannot be blasphemed, and the people of the Sun God will never surrender to these cruel and tyrannical people!
Long live Thrace! Long live Holy Farland!"
Wilham held the spiral spear in both hands, and a pillar of light suddenly released from its top, and a huge Sun Holy Emblem appeared in the golden sky.
In an instant, an extremely warm cheer suddenly burst out from August City.
"Long live Thrace!"
"Long live Holy Farland!"
"For the supreme Lord of Eternal Glory!"
Whether it was the angel descendants surrounding the tower, the Holy Guards guarding Wilham, or the Arcane Legion inside the city walls, they were shouting loudly with all their might.
Even the Tianma cried loudly, and the golem was roaring dullly, as if venting its desire for victory.
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The Thracians have always regarded Wilham as the successor of the old emperor, and their admiration for him is beyond words.
But Dayev once saw His Majesty Wilham's appearance full of cracks. In just a few years, why did this Majesty become flawless?
Recalling August's continuous disappearances in recent years, Dayev often felt his scalp numb, but he did not dare to investigate it.
Suddenly, a messenger riding a pegasus appeared in the sky, waving to him: "His Excellency Dayev, Lord Carlisle is looking for you. As an extraordinary warrior, you are sent to the third defense zone"
"I understand." Dayev responded in a deep voice, then pulled out the long sword behind him and walked steadily in the direction pointed by the commander.
Anyway, as a member of the Kingdom of Thrace, he must do his best to protect the country and the city behind him.
Through the bustling crowd, Dayev soon came to the inside of the city wall and climbed up the escalator to the city tower, where General Carlisle, whom he was familiar with, was standing with his sword.
"General Carlisle" Dayev hurriedly greeted him.
"Dayev, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Carlisle turned his head as expected, glanced at him, and then entered the city tower, "Come with me."
"Is there anything you have?" Dayev was puzzled. At this critical moment of preparation for war, the general actually invited him to talk alone.
But he followed and subconsciously locked the door.
Carlisle sat on a chair, staring at Dayev, and whispered: "I know you were a diplomat of the kingdom and had been to the empire. Is it really like propaganda - a hellish cage?"
When the word "hell", Carlisle's throat trembled, as if he was remembered.
Dayev hesitated for a moment, shook his head and replied in a low voice: "No, it is indeed a prosperous and rich place, and to some extent it is not even inferior to August."
Carlisle shook her head with a wry smile: "Didn't you see the scene on the road? How can August now be called prosperous? It is no longer the glorious "Sunrise City".
August is now just a giant whose blood has been sucked away by war. Maybe it was strong and healthy in the past, but it has become a dusty history."
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Dayev fell silent, waiting for Carlisle's next question.
Sure enough, Carlisle looked at him with his extremely deep eyes and asked word by word: "If the person you are loyal to becomes a terrible monster - will you continue to follow him?"
"Can you say it?"
Dayev trembled all over and almost screamed out, and the terrifying guess in his heart was also confirmed.
All Thracians said that His Majesty Amanatta woke up and His Majesty Wilham was favored by His will, so he was able to remain strong and build a Holy Guard.
But what if—that sun god is still in a deep sleep? Where does His Majesty Wilham's power come from?
A trace of despair appeared in Carlisle's eyes, and he lamented in a sad tone: "Dayev, the Kingdom of Thrace is no longer the kingdom you are loyal to to follow the light and advocate justice.
Over the past few years, I have watched with my own eyes the gods I believe in are blasphemed by evil spirits, the land I guard has become a land of sin, and the monarch I swore to loyalty to was bewitched by darkness, but there is no way to change it."
The general turned his head tiredly and looked at Dayev deeply: "Dayev, I know you are different from them. A few years ago, you were driven out of August because you were dissatisfied with the atrocities of the nobles.
I guess you won't watch this place become a demon's cave, right? "
"You mean"
Dayev's pupils suddenly trembled, thinking of something that would never be tolerated by the Kingdom of Thrace.
Carlislem kept silent, but stuffed an iron product into Daev's hand, then turned around quickly, pushed the door and left.
"Amanata is above, please forgive my sins."
Dayev stood in place in a daze, and after a long time of opening his palm, sure enough, a vertical pupil and a mark of flame lies quietly in the palm of his palm - that was the badge of the Ashes Empire.
"Om——"
On the city tower, twenty-four trumpets with angel-carved reliefs were blown, making dull and long sounds.
Dayev also pushed the door out and looked outside the city wall. Then he saw a scene that he would never forget for his life.
In the sky in the distance, huge airships were in groups, and various flying dragons flapped their wings in a mess, like heavy dark clouds stretching for hundreds of miles, almost covering the sun.
On the ground, smoke and dust rolled in, the ground trembled continuously, the tracks of steam tanks rolled over the wasteland, and the armored vehicles dragging heavy artillery galloped quickly.
There are also heavy mechas bathing in heavy steps, causing majestic silhouettes to appear on the horizon.
More farther, countless space portals unfold in mid-air, leading to many planes of the multiverse, and the Fire Elemental Legion, Shadow Legion, and Hell Contract Legion surged out of the portal one after another. (This chapter ended)