After the holy sword is broken

Chapter 34

The next day, at dusk.

The dark power of the gate of hell rises with the sunset, and the golden afterglow of the setting sun can only illuminate half of the human beings, and the light and dark are distinct at the junction of the clouds.

The range of dark clouds is expanding, but the sun is gradually setting.

The number of demons on the battlefield is slowly decreasing, but it is not a sign of the end of the war, but a larger wave of darkness is brewing.

The forces of the two sides fighting in one place gradually separated and retreated to their respective camps.

Alger stood on the back of a giant eagle, holding a sword in both hands, with the tip of the sword pointing down in front of him, waiting for the commander on the battlefield to issue an attack order.

He does not have a fixed mount, but in this battle, it must be ensured that he can at least maintain the vanguard position in the first round of charging.Therefore, he needs a mobility that is not slower than the rear knight.

At the first moment of the war, the dark clouds finally covered the heads of mankind, the golden sunlight disappeared with the sunset, and darkness enveloped the earth.

The evil existence that is about to move in front is also coming out at this moment.

charge!

Alger received the order from the spiritual link, and raised the epee in his hand.

The giant eagle spread its wings and flew out like lightning, leaving billows of smoke and dust behind.

The cavalry and warriors behind him followed him, rushing towards the evil tide.

Behind them, the priest of the Goddess of the Burning Sun prayed loudly, and a round of real sun rose slowly, passing through the endless night to all human beings with primitive light and heat.

The illusory sunlight is so real and so thin, shining through the night and falling on the ground, as if adding a layer of light gold to the dark land.

The vanguard touched the wave of evil, like a sharp knife, cutting the black cloth.

With a hiss, it was torn apart very smoothly.

Let it crumble, let it fall.

The battle roars of beasts, the explosion of fireworks, and the sound of swords colliding and breaking are all intertwined and mixed into a symphony of blood and fire.

Time seems to be frozen between the false night and the illusory scorching sun. People on the battlefield can no longer tell the real day from night. All I got was lies.

The original team had been dispersed, and under the calm and steady order of the battlefield commander, it regrouped.

The person who was cut off from the link and lost in the center of the battlefield murmured various taboos drowsily.

If there is truth in the false illusion, it must be their common belief, the most steadfast belief in the world.

Unfortunately, Alger, a striker, was among the people whose spiritual link was cut off.

But relatively fortunately, he did not fall into a state of heavy fatigue and drowsiness during the long-term high-intensity battle, but kept a clear head, which at least guaranteed his own survival rate.

The giant eagle was nowhere to be found—he was not a professional cavalryman after all—and he could not ascend to the sky to get a full view of the battlefield.

The narrow field of vision on the ground limited his judgment. As the second executor Lizzie said, he lost his way in the war.

After cutting down another harpy, he saw a familiar person.

The blond female priest holding a long-handled hard hammer stood there dumbly, and the holy light on the hammer was dim.

She was obviously influenced by the harpy just now—before it died, it was bewitching the surrounding humans with its magical singing, making them "fascinated" by it.

This is a terrifying magical state, especially powerful on the battlefield. This negative effect will continue even after the death of the harpy.

Behind the female priest, a demon was slowly standing up.

Like a ruined body built of black dead branches, the dirty clothes have been corroded and damaged to the point where only a few strips of cloth are left, barely hanging on the shelf-like body, unable to see the original appearance.

The image of the devil is getting higher and higher until the joints are fully stretched, and its skull head is almost flush with the golden sun in the illusion.In the hollow eye sockets, there was a dark green soul fire flashing.

He waved the black scythe in his hand and swept it towards the ground. Whether it was demons belonging to the same evil camp or humans of the hostile camp, they were all treated without distinction.

It doesn't bother to differentiate at all.

"Kalya, don't be in a daze!"

When the blond-haired young priest woke up from the seductive singing, she was being hugged by a tall man and pressed down on the dusty ground.

The man looked familiar, with his signature silver-gray hair and eyes.

"Why is it you?" She was astonished at her situation and such an ambiguous posture. If she hadn't reacted in time, she was in the battlefield, and she would definitely show some color to this former defeated opponent.

It is difficult for the golden sunlight to shine through the darkness in the illusion. The closer to the ground, the denser the darkness. Lying on the ground at this moment, there is a sense of despair in the void of hell.

Seeing that the other party was already awake, Alger didn't stop there, but just said: "Pay attention to the sky."

Resolutely let go of the girl in her arms, stood up from the ground, pulled out the epee that had been inserted into the ground in a hurry, and went up to meet the strong enemy.

Pay attention to the sky?What's the meaning?

Instructions from the battlefield command came from the spiritual link.

In this war, the leader of the enemy has emerged.

This war was very abnormal. The leader of the enemy's army did not appear from the beginning to lead the demon army to charge, but chose to hide until now.

"A general-level demon..." Kalia muttered the message she had just received, and suddenly remembered Alger's reminder: "Pay attention to the sky?"

She looked up and saw a forest of black dead trees.

The shriveled and twisted black limbs are intertwined with each other, covering the sky as far as the eye can see, from top to bottom, slanting into the ground around them, like the roots of a banyan tree.

Can't see the body, or, these dead woods are all part of the devil's body.

The silver sword light flickered among the dead trees, building a net glowing with silver light at a speed beyond what the eyes could capture.

It is obviously the simplest sword technique, but visually, it is as gorgeous as the shadow dance of the dark elves.

As if time stood still for a moment, the forest of dead trees made of black jointed limbs shattered, and severed limbs scattered all over the sky, falling down like hailstones one by one.

The silver-haired warrior with a sword landed beside her, landing lightly, as if with ease.

"Didn't I tell you not to be in a daze just now?" There was a smile in his tone: "Why are you still standing here stupidly?"

The admiration that had just risen disappeared suddenly.

"You're just standing here stupidly!"

Miss Priest raised the warhammer in her hand, lit up the dazzling holy light, and greeted the demon general.

"Don't be impulsive, watch out for his scythe! Don't interfere with the mage's casting path!"

Oh, what a bad temper.

This holy light is still very dazzling.

When the devil's general fell under magic and swords, the sun in the sky finally defeated the night, the realm of dark clouds collapsed, and the illusion was distorted and shattered, revealing the true nature of the world.

There are corpses and blood, broken bones and broken blades everywhere, traces of magic all over the ground, and the entire battlefield is full of potholes and messes everywhere.

A real sun jumped up from the horizon, and in a short while, the warm sunlight spread all over the earth, as if to heal all the pain.

The remaining remnants of the demon army retreated screaming under the sunlight.Some low-level little devils directly turned into black smoke under the sun.

Under Alger's boots was the severed head of the demon general.

When the sun shone down, there was a slight "click" sound on the dusty skeleton, and it shattered into powder with a little force.

"I don't believe you are pushing lightly."

Lizzie said so at the command office of the camp in the rear.

"Tsk, prodigal." Ragal commented.

"If you don't tell me, how do I know that thing can be reused... It's really a war to support war."

Alger sat in his seat with a helpless expression on his face.

At this time, only the three executors of the Poetry of Truth were present in the entire command office. It was not a serious meeting, but just a place to make an internal summary.

Alger's epee was not carried behind his back, but was sent for maintenance.This short but high-intensity war caused some wear and tear on his weapon. For its durability and usability, it must be maintained and repaired in time.

"Otherwise, do you really think that selling wine and gems alone can sustain money-burning projects like war?"

Ragal sighed: "Don't talk about the bones of a super demon, I can play with a goblin."

Come on, your weapon is broken, at least you can replace it in time. He didn't know how long he had a dagger at that time, and he had to rely on Fei Luo's friendship to make up for it.

Alger slandered for a while, knowing that he was not poorer, so he restrained himself and didn't say anything.

"Let's send these to the warehouse first. I don't know when they will be available. It's really the highest quality bone meal I've ever seen."

Ragal was distressed, but he also changed the subject: "Because of this battle, the dark clouds near the human positions have dissipated, and it is estimated that there will be a few more days of sunshine, and the battle should not be as tense as before.

"In the past few days, we must hurry up and cultivate. The overall dark power of the gate of hell is still increasing, and it will soon reach a high threshold."

The sun and the cloud, on the surface, are just ordinary weather changes, but in fact, they are a confrontation between rules.

Speaking of this, Ragal paused and touched his chin: "We humans, as well as the big camps of elves, dwarves, and high-level monsters, as well as small fronts such as vampires and gnomes, have all reached a consensus.

"The one who came out this time was at least a lord, but he didn't know which direction he would break out of. Whoever's turn will be unlucky."

Although as an allied army, one side is under obvious pressure, and the other fronts will inevitably send forces to support them, but the ones who suffer the most must be the local races.

He continued: "If it were me, I would definitely choose a small front instead of going head-to-head with the four major battlefields.

"However, the existence of chaos and evil has almost no logic at all. Let alone strategy, it is normal to be happy and kill each other first."

Ragal finally came to a conclusion: "So, do your best to prepare for the battle. I don't know the time and place, and I don't know if there will be a big battle with us. It is brewing."