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Chapter 603 Sequence 0: Magic Spring
The elves chanted secret words, and suddenly a beam of light appeared in the sky above the Nebula Temple, extremely dazzling and bright.

"My noble people, please bear witness to this eternal artifact.

"Magic Fountain!"

Galadilla heard a series of bell sounds, which spread in the air like ripples, followed by an indescribable sense of emptiness. A clear and noble will was watching the magic spring and the nearby holy spirit, as if even the heart and marrow were seen through by Him.

After this will was projected into reality, the magic spring continued to emit abundant magic power. The endless magic power could copy almost all mysterious characteristics and charge and warp any friendly forces! All extraordinary people in Canaan could embrace this power and gain more powerful psychic power.

At the same time, once a Sequence 7 Elf Beyonder is seriously injured, he will be teleported back to the temple. As long as they are not killed in the battle, the energy of the Wishing Well will turn into a light green light to heal them.

Such a powerful force made the elves crazy. The exhaustion and loss of control of spiritual energy that had plagued Canaan for a long time finally saw the legendary miracle. Even those elves who had previously complained about Archon Villanoi and Galadilla restrained their provocative gazes.

At this moment, a messenger from the front came in. When he saw this miraculous scene, he knelt on one knee and said with great fear and respect:
"My Lords! Our troops have suffered heavy losses. Marshal Paulus needs to gather more troops!"

These words caused a commotion. Galadilla even felt that the quiet and clear tranquility in the temple was shaking.

The reinforcements brought by Christa were blessed by the gods and helped Roland hold his ground. The ghosts and the extraordinary were concentrating on encircling the hybrids; Griffith's flanking maneuver also smashed Canaan's right wing, embedded in the center of the battlefield, and intercepted the elves' reinforcements and mobilization.

The situation was too unfavorable for Canaan.

Even if the elves possess a miracle, their army may be defeated by the army that is watched by the gods before the miracle happens!

The elders of the elves saw the situation clearly and started to clamor: "We must buy time. We must not let humans in before the spiritual energy of the magic spring fills our kingdom of God!"

At this time, another demigod of Canaan, Lord Galile Gato, the "Void Imprisonment", stood up and said, "Our allies have brought powerful troops."

"How much? We need it right away."

"The barbarian army won't do. These creatures are not strong enough to handle the current war."

Galile Gato nodded slightly and pointed towards the battlefield projection in the temple: "Tens of thousands."

Galadilla immediately saw a powerful army. The white tower was shining with a faint blue light, and the half-elf heavy infantry was wearing heavy armor and swords wrapped in psychic energy. There were tens of thousands of murderous orcs and trolls. Among them, there were even many more agile, strong, and chaotic auras. Several knights wearing black robes and black armor were wandering in the ranks.

This army actually incorporates strong orcs and high-level undead creatures...

"Salorian is here! He's in Canaan!"

Galadilla's heartbeat quickened, and she could hardly control the urge to grab the sword at her waist. The battle between Salorian and Griffith finally came to a conclusion. Salorian lost the decisive victory, and even his body was injured, so he hid somewhere. His identity as the human dictator also restricted his appearance in the Nebula Temple, and he could only interfere through his few allies and spokespersons.

"Who is this powerful ally?" Galadilla asked deliberately, "Can we invite him here to discuss the final battle?"

This suggestion was quite reasonable, and several elf elders nodded in agreement. Others who were more savvy had already vaguely guessed the identity of this mysterious ally, but did not point it out. Galile Gato could not answer, and it was not appropriate to refuse directly, so he could only use two words to fool around:

"Our noble ally needs to be left alone to mobilize his forces for the fight. When a miracle occurs, I will invite him to meet you."

The Senate could accept this answer.

A mixed army of orcs, trolls, strong orcs, half-elves and death knights gathered under the banner of the elves. The equipment, combat methods and even languages ​​of each race were completely different. Such a chaotic and mixed composition should have destroyed their morale and immediately caused a riot, but they stabilized together in an incredible harmony, and then took something from the quartermaster and stuffed it into their mouths.

What are they eating? Potions?
At first, Galadilla thought she was hallucinating. But she soon sensed a familiar, noble and elegant beauty in this army. She also gradually saw the food the soldiers were chewing...

"The orcs are eating fried onion rings!
"The one leading this army is Fiona!" The daughter of the Xialong family was right in front of the battle formation. She waved the elf's battle flag, and her bright eyes lost their luster, leaving only a terrifying purity. The tens of thousands of mixed-race troops were solemn and strict, following her flag, as if even the wild and crazy nature in the deepest part of their souls had been wiped out.

This is the power contained in the purest ancient blood, the power of command bestowed upon Count Sharon and Fiona, and the infinite authority from the ancient rulers - "Angel Patriarch"!
It allows humans, elves, orcs, undead creatures, mythical creatures and other races to be treated as the same race when they are assembled in the same army without damaging morale; once entering the battle, the commander waving the flag will increase the organization of the troops to the limit, thereby greatly enhancing the combat effectiveness and mobility of the entire army.

Beside Fiona, the death knights Nona and Kulala in black armor and black horses guarded the military flag on the left and right.

As soon as they appeared, the summer fields were suddenly filled with a biting chill that penetrated deep into the skin and bones. The twinkling lights were like a dream, and above the plains where a bloody battle had taken place, a faint sound like mournful crying appeared.

Salorian has gone mad and starts to fight back with all his strength!
He created a direction for the elves to attack, which was the position held by Griffith's flanking troops. The armored cavalry, grenadiers and dragoons had been fighting with the Canaan reserve army in several key positions. The battle lines of both sides were very long, and both tried to drive the other side out of the battlefield. If the mixed legion attacked at this time, Griffith's troops would definitely be caught off guard.

"I must warn Griffith! However, the outcome of the two armies is still undecided. If I act rashly, the Senate will definitely punish me~" Galadilla tapped her forehead twice and thought seriously, "It's not okay to help Griffith openly, so..."

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"Level 10 psychic waves detected. Canaan's miracle is taking shape. There are still 72 hours until the miracle is fully realized."

Griffith received a report on the battlefield. All the Sensing Beyonders of the Grand Republic Army sensed the mighty surge of magic power.

“Level 10? Is this number correct?” Rana shouted, “A Sequence 4 demigod is only Level 6. Doesn’t Level 10 mean breaking through the observation scale and reaching Sequence 0!?”

At this moment, Lannes suddenly saw the silhouette of the enemy army under the flag. Even though he couldn't see it clearly from a distance, the powerful hussar was struck by lightning and almost fell off his horse.

A heavy oppression came upon me, and then, dense and terrifying lightning flashed in the sky!
The electric grids were crisscrossed and dense, making people feel suffocated. The invisible majesty seemed to be the entire sky blessing the weapons of the Canaan army.

Whispers and panic spread among the soldiers. There was only one reason for this terrifying phenomenon, and that was that the elves began to use the wishing device!
This situation was no longer something that Griffith's troops could handle. The battle plan to flank the main force of Canaan did not succeed, but it also bought time for the main positions such as the Sun Fortress. Griffith immediately ordered the armored cavalry to launch a resolute counterattack to cover the troops from the blocking positions, and then pulled the distraught Lana back to the fortress group.

"retreat!"

"Retreat to the fortress!"

Battalions and squadrons abandoned their artillery and ammunition. As soon as they withdrew from their positions, the Canaanite attack was huge and bloody.

In addition to the combined forces of many races attacking, Griffith even saw several Death Knights and Hybrid-Primordials attacking amidst the larger army.

Green thorns weaved a web out of the ground, draining the vitality of the land and turning the once green plain into a dry patch of gravel. The thorns were like octopus tentacles, curling around and entangling nearby soldiers, trapping them in place.

Then, a cloud of gray mist floated half a meter above the ground. These were actually large pieces of corrosive spores that quickly attached to nearby human bodies and severely corroded them.

Several retreating squadrons suddenly became a mess, and were wiped out by the pursuers in an instant. Blood and flesh fell to the ground, and the dry and barren ground began to surge with black mud, swallowing up the blood and flesh. The earth seemed to have become a greedy giant mouth, constantly sucking the blood sacrifice of living beings. Those half-elves, withered mages, and orc wounded who did not retreat also became sacrifices.

This was a secret that the Druid Pathway Sequence 5 "Green Prophet", the Dream Pathway Sequence 5 "Plague Knight" and the Death Pathway Sequence 5 "Death Knight" had jointly unleashed, directly transforming the battlefield into a crazy altar! The terrain and air began to deteriorate, and the Canaan transcendents with nearly unlimited spiritual power began to use their methods unscrupulously!

The cruel and crazy revelry activated deeper mysteries, and more horrifying and indescribable mysteries were activated one after another. Amid the shrill screams of the wounded and sick all over the battlefield, people's eardrums were almost broken.

"Our army is defeated!"

The extremely strange cries and screams came from nowhere and began to shake people's hearts one after another. Amidst these inhuman sounds of grief, more terrifying shadows suddenly appeared in the Canaan mixed army.

This is the wonder of Canaan, the true form of the "Magic Spring"! The world begins to be distorted, shaping into a kingdom of God descended by a certain will!