Blood tax

Chapter 607: Military victory and spectacle victory are too late. Then we will go straight to beacon victory!
Suffocating black clouds rolled in the sky, the flowing blood river reflected the red lightning in the clouds, and bursts of thunder rolled in. With a fierce thunder, a gray rain curtain poured down, the sound of the rain drowned out the diffuse wailing, dragging the whole world into a gloomy and cold atmosphere.

In the battle on June 6, the Grand Republic Army suffered more than 27 casualties and missing persons, more than 6 elves and half-elves were killed or captured, more than 4.4 vassal troops were destroyed or dispersed, and almost all field artillery was lost. The wounded who were not collected in time and tens of thousands of corpses were soaked in the heavy rain, and gradually the wailing stopped.

By the evening, the rain had subsided, and the Grand Republican Army, which had seized the artillery position, began to bombard the White Tower from three directions, from land and river.

The volleys of artillery drowned out the distant thunder. In the early hours of the morning, the Grand Republican Army's General Front Commissioner ordered the artillery fire to be strengthened, and 1200 cannons were concentrated. Roland even had the fleet transport 36-pound naval guns and 48-pound siege mortars.

When the volleys began, the sky collapsed and the earth shook. The power was something that the tall fortress walls of the classical configuration had never experienced. The shells emitted a deadly scream, and after destroying the shield, they began to destroy the huge stone wall of the White Tower. The debris that was smashed also wiped out the defenders behind the wall.

By the next morning, the outer fortifications of the White Tower had been completely destroyed, and ribbon-like cracks appeared on the city walls, like broken porcelain bottles.

Even though the "Magic Fountain" filled the air with magic power again in the afternoon of the 27th, the White Tower had in fact lost its function as a psychic fortress and could only shelter the elf troops huddled inside, waiting for a complete collapse.

Roland wrote the following in his diary:

“Sometimes the shells destroyed whole sections of the wall, sometimes just a section of it, sometimes a tower, or a breastwork – no wall was strong enough to withstand such a devastating attack.

"The landscape of world siege warfare has changed forever!"

After he finished writing this paragraph, he closed the notebook with satisfaction, stuffed it into his chest pocket, patted it lightly, and grinned at Amber who had just arrived beside Griffith:
"You guys came really quickly. I thought the reinforcements would not arrive until tomorrow."

"The shipping department has done its best," the investigator said. "Even the ice-carrying ships have been stopped to provide support here."

"What does this have to do with ice?"

The ground suddenly shook, and a loud rumbling sound came from under my feet. The shaking of this earthquake was not enough to make people unstable, but the signs and hints that followed were terrifying. This was a shock from deep underground, which reminded people of the great power brewing in the bottomless core of the earth and the insignificance of living beings under the shadow of ancient times, and it irresistibly gave rise to a dark and fatalistic despair.

The Magic Spring is getting closer...

The atmosphere became very solemn. Amber made a face at Roland, then turned to ask Griffith, "What do you think the elf is thinking about right now?"

Griffith had just completed a positioning with the Hand of God, and the psychic waves showed that Galadilla's position was still in the Nebula Temple, unchanged. After the battle began, he and the Elf Lady were each their own mysterious beacons in reality, and they were both obliged to continuously check each other's position and inform their own camp.

He looked back at the rear of the Sun Fortress again. Sonya brought him the newly reorganized Storm Commando. The troops led by Krista, Erza, Lana, Ophelia, Medina and others were receiving supplies and then were replaced by the new troops and left their positions for the port.

"Paulus, the demigods and elders must be desperately gathering their troops," Griffith raised his chin in the direction of Canaan, "They are calculating the strength and size of the reinforcements, and wondering how long the three fortresses can hold out against us."

……

The constant bombardment day and night tortured the nerves of Paulus and his men, and elves kept sneaking away to the Red Castle Fortress on the second line of defense. At first, it was a few small teams, and soon it developed into a squadron-scale escape of hundreds.

On the morning of the 28th, Canaan urgently recruited reinforcements to the Red Castle and the White Tower to strengthen the defense. Paulus was assigned of them, and the rest were used by the Senate to organize a second line of defense.

The White Tower defenders were guarding the precarious fortress, and their morale was extremely low. No matter what the outcome of this battle was, and no matter what the future of the elves and humans would be, the White Tower was destined to be the first to burn out...

根据侦察得到的可靠情报，拜耶兰从27日下午到28日，通过不断完善的陆地和水路两条补给线又运来了11万军队！两军交战兵力已经由会战开始时的13万对20万转变为4.4万对25万！
Along with the reinforcements, Extraordinary people from all over the world also arrived. The two demigods of the Holy Light Church also followed the banner of the Saint and personally went to the battlefield. Not only did Bayerlan far surpass Canaan in terms of the number of troops and artillery, it even caught up with the quality of Extraordinary combat power!
The intensity of the battle exceeded any previous battle. Even with the healing power of the "Magic Spring", most of the wounded elves were no longer willing to return to the battle.

In addition to the elders who had to fight on the front line, the two demigods, Galile Gato and Provis, gathered all the upper elves they could find and gathered them around Galadilla to discuss countermeasures.

The good news is that the arrival speed of the "Magic Spring" is in line with expectations. Canaan is surrounded by the insurmountable dark swamp. Bayerlan has not yet captured the White Tower on the way. Even if it is captured, there are still two powerful fortresses behind! The ultimate weapon "Genesis" is also ready and can be put into battle. The elves should be able to hold on until the miracle comes!
The bad news is that Canaan suffered heavy losses in the two rounds of war, and the war situation was too unfavorable for the noble elves; one of the other two demigods, the leader of Arlan, Ms. Avina Sylph, was not good at fighting, and Ms. Edina Shining Blade, who was born as a half-elf, was very ambiguous. With the two demigods like this, many other elves were also unwilling to fight.

The Elven Senate could no longer find any reinforcements...

The atmosphere of the meeting was extremely solemn. Although the defense line and the army were still there, the enthusiasm and confidence of the high-ranking extraordinary people had slipped into hesitation and doubt. Gradually, they were sensitive and sensed the prophetic danger in the dark. It seemed that they had overlooked something extremely important!

This uneasy feeling became clearer and clearer under the gushing magic power, and the premonition of the upper elves became stronger and stronger. They might not be proficient in military affairs, and they couldn't explain the details of the premonition, but they all became anxious and irritable. Galile even repeatedly asked to throw Galadilla into the "magic spring" to see if it could speed up the miracle.

This absurd idea was immediately rebuked by many elders and Provis. This was too extreme. At least, Galadilla was obedient and followed the orders of the Senate. The summoning of miracles had been normal so far, so there was no need to violate the procedures and take risks; many upper elves were also unwilling to clearly express their approval of the sacrifice.

The meeting was held in a dull atmosphere, and no constructive conclusions were reached in the afternoon. Provis was extremely anxious as he kept receiving desperate requests for help from the front lines. When the meeting was adjourned, he immediately pulled Cato aside and said:
"If you have any other ideas, tell me now!"

"Sacrifice Galadilla!" Gato shouted.

"except this!"

"No, this is the only way. It's already this time, old friend. Do you still think I'll fool you?" Gato stamped his feet. "Galadia is our last unstable factor. Throw her into the spring. Even if that little human bastard gets in, what can he do? Keeping her is nothing more than worrying about the impact on the ritual, or keeping some room for improvement in case we can't defeat the opponent.

"No, we can't! There is no room for compromise or halfway. If we miss this chance for a miracle to happen, magic will disappear from this world! Our entire race will fade away with time. How can you not see through that?"

Provis said slowly: "There is a lot of resistance to this..."

Gato was silent for a moment, then grabbed Proviso and dragged him to the side hall.

They came to a dark underground shelter, where thick rocks blocked out all the noise from outside. Provis saw dozens of warriors exuding a strong and bloody aura. Their appearance and body shape were a mixture of elves and orcs, full of twisted chaos and tyranny. They worshiped the shadow deep in the side hall with an extremely pious attitude, as if it was an omnipotent god!
Jia whispered, "Please allow me to introduce you to the beacon of the origin of magic, the Hermit."

"Hermit?" Provis exclaimed.

This powerful being who surpasses demigods is a mystery hidden in history. Provis has conducted many investigations and studies on his life experience and intentions, but they have not yet been fully confirmed. When he faced the Hermit, the hideous, dark, and brutal aura in the shadows turned into a terrifying flame, burning his reason and common sense.

The noble demigod Cato was as respectful as a primary school student in front of this being. Provis was startled again and asked cautiously:
"Your Excellency, what advice do you have for me?"

Salorian, who had transformed into a hermit, nodded slightly and said in a low voice:
"All life is tragically flawed, and I must reinvent everything."

The situation has deviated greatly from the original plan. The "loser eats dust" was defeated in its own rules, and Salorian was severely damaged. His personality is still strong, but his body is collapsing, and his will can no longer suppress the three conflicting mysteries of magic, the creator of the virtual world, and the weave of life.

He couldn't even commit suicide and transfer his will to the body of the Shoggoth. The inexhaustible life energy stolen from the life thread of the virtual world was constantly repairing his body with self-awareness, and even growing some strange inhuman characteristics. If he rashly committed suicide, it would likely cause both his body and consciousness to lose control.

But Salorian did not despair yet.

After the battle began, the Canaan and Bayerlan artifacts began to race to descend. It was obvious that the artifacts summoned by Galadilla, who had outstanding talents and mysterious affinity, were much stronger than those of humans in terms of descending speed and strength.

As long as they persist, the three psychic fortresses of the White Tower, the Red Castle and the Elzbach Palace will not be completely breached by June 6, and the elves' miracle victory will be certain. Of course, the settlement method of the miracle victory is not what Provis and Gato and other elves think -

The golden age that the elves are looking forward to will not come. They have enjoyed the gift for too long. The millennium contract at the end of reincarnation needs to pay a price. The twisted will that emerges from the virtual world is coming, and it will devour the world. On the eve of the destruction of the world, Salorian will get a short time window - soak in the endless magic climax of the "Magic Spring", stabilize his spirituality with overwhelming energy, and transfer his will to the Ultimate Shoggoth.

As long as we take control of Galadilla, the key to the end, while the elves are in a panic, we can take control of the initiative at the last moment...

At that time, the Shoggoths and a few chosen creatures that have not been marked by the end of reincarnation will be able to escape this world through the time and space authority of the Creator of the Void and find a new world.

He can win, as long as the miracle of Canaan happens, the final victory will still belong to Salorian.

The elves have not yet or are unwilling to see clearly that the "Magic Spring" will summon the end of reincarnation to devour everything, and are clinging to the last straw; on the human side, they only have manpower and artillery to destroy the three psychic fortresses, and there is simply no time!

As for Griffith, the miracle he summoned could not be compared with the "Magic Spring" at all, and it was even debatable whether it could be called a miracle. Low-level mysteries were meaningless in front of high-level mysteries!

Salorian had made up his mind. He knocked on the stone seat and said to Provis with a majestic will:

"The barbaric expansion will stop here, and the gunfire will eventually turn into the dust of history.

“Humanity has not yet understood its own situation, and is still dreaming of a false age. There is only one end waiting for them.”

The voice had a reassuring authority, and Provis began to waver again.

Thalorian gave the gift and said, "Recite my true name. You will be protected."

When necessary, the Hermit would assist the elves in defense. With such a powerful being participating in the battle without any reward, Provis felt much better. He thanked them quickly and left the secret room with the good news.

"So far, I have completed the last piece of the puzzle..." Salorian was immersed in the abundant magic power, interpreting the no longer distant future, "All the combat power and technology of mankind have been put into use, and there will be no further improvement in a short period of time.

"So, Griffith, how are you going to win?"

……

Werner Negri summarized the battle situation and reported to the headquarters:
“The main force of Canaan has gathered in the White Tower-Red Fort area and has launched multiple attacks in an attempt to lift our siege on the White Tower.

"Our siege troops launched four attacks, but Marshal Paulus refused to surrender. If we don't penetrate the junction of the two enemy fortresses, we can't completely and timely capture the strongholds along the way, and we can't fundamentally disintegrate the enemy's defense.

"The terrain there was extremely unfavorable for the deployment of troops and artillery support. The siege and reinforcement troops fought fiercely and suffered heavy losses..."

As they talked, the ground shook again. The strange phenomena between heaven and earth became more frequent and violent. Griffith also shook slightly.

"Understood," Griffith responded simply, "General Baldwin and Earl Larmore, I would like you to continue the attack."

He took out his pocket watch and the ticking hands were moving towards 6 o'clock.

"June 6, 28 p.m., 6 hours to the finish line."

Commanders, calibrate together. Time passed by minute by minute, and the continuous attack paid a lot of sacrifices, but still failed to break through the elves' defense line. If the "Magic Spring" cannot be stopped before the countdown ends, the elves will achieve a miraculous victory. In addition, Erza also reminded everyone to pay attention:
"Lord Gryffindel realized that the elves might sacrifice Galadriel if the battle situation became unfavorable, and accelerated the countdown."

Griffith's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He suppressed his worries and silently boarded the warship. Thousands of soldiers in the temporary military port stared at their commander intently.

In the evening breeze, Roland and Erza, members of the General Front Committee, also boarded the ship. The departure order was issued, and the marching plan and destination remained confidential and would be announced during the march, but they still looked at the commander quietly, expecting something.

Cuirassiers, dragoons, horse artillery, selected infantry, and grenadiers gathered here. The excitement in everyone's heart overwhelmed the tension, and many people had a premonition that tonight's march would be the end of the cruel war, and the final victory would rise with the dawn and the morning sun, marking the end of the dark night and a long era.

The final moment is coming!
Griffith waved goodbye to the commanders on the shore. The sun was setting towards the horizon. On this night, he and the soldiers around him were heading towards an unpredictable future.

……

Melrose, the director of psychic research and development, and Tyrael, the representative of the Senate, came to Galadilla. Rumors were circulating inside the Nebula Temple - the Senate was ready to take necessary measures when necessary to speed up the arrival of miracles.

This rumor greatly eased the anxiety of the elves. The uneasy premonition that had been lingering all day became less intense, and some elves even began to no longer shy away from the details of the "necessary means".

"Your Highness," Melrose asked according to the system, "It's time to report. How is Griffith and his artifact doing?"

"Everything is fine, Director," Galadilla replied gently, "You can reassure the Senate."

"Yeah~" Melrose nodded deeply.

Tyrael made a note and submitted it to the intelligence department for verification. After the Colossus was destroyed, he was also recalled to the temple for accountability, and fortunately avoided the brutal bloody battle on the front line.

June 6th finally passed. Griffith and his 28-man army attacked more and more fiercely, but the White Tower and the Red Keep still stood firm. It was now the morning of the 29th, and there were less than 30 hours left before the miracle happened.

When Tyrael arrived at the intelligence department of the Temple, he noticed that the elves there were listless. The constant battles and changes had consumed their emotions. As the victory of the wonders was getting closer and closer, the ultimate weapon "Genesis" would also be used to guard the final defense circle of the country. Many elves could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Tyrael asked the intelligence department to cross-check the accuracy of Galadria's positioning, and the officer in charge also conveyed the order to the front line. The verification took some time, ranging from a few hours to more than ten hours. Tyrael came to the recliner by the window and sat down, found a comfortable posture to rest for a while, and squinted his eyes.

Immersing himself in the increasingly dense magic made him feel very comfortable, and his spirituality and thinking even became clearer during his nap. In the haze, he seemed to see something, as if a fire dragon was winding towards him.

"What's going on?" Tyrael woke up and looked out the window. He didn't see anything unusual, but he had a feeling that there was a large amount of energy moving in the southeast of the temple, thousands of them.

Tyrael was very confused and immediately ordered his men to go for reconnaissance and increase alert.

"Southeast of the city, what's going on?"

The Intelligence Department was unable to answer for a moment. The continuous battles had made all the elves very tired. Such great pressure and load had never been experienced before. Accidents and loss of control caused by fatigue were increasing, and many elves in key positions fell ill. Tyrael could not send them around at will.

"A human reconnaissance fleet was discovered a few days ago," an intelligence officer replied, "The intelligence has been verified. The location is on the riverside of the Dark Swamp. Level 5 military intelligence."

Level 5 military intelligence poses no real threat and is almost battlefield noise, which will soon be drowned out by the massive amount of reports.

"Sir, perhaps the magic of the miracle has stimulated the abnormality there, and a large creature has awakened," said another intelligence officer. "A large number of such incidents have occurred in the final defense circle of the country."

"Are you sure?" Tyrael frowned. His sense was clear, and his uneasy premonition was heavy.

"What else could it be? There is nothing more hopeless than entering the Underswamp at this time. The darkness there is so thick that it cannot be cleared away. It is unimaginable what kind of monsters can be bred by the filth that has been soaked for an era."

"Yes, they are just as stubborn as blood-sucking worms," ​​another elf who was taking a break from his shift joined the conversation, "I have seen those filthy worms when I was out investigating. No matter how much they were burned or struck by lightning, they could not be completely killed. They are simply endless!"

"That place is also outside the final defense circle of the country. There are no troops that can be mobilized, sir."

"We still have to go and have a look. It's too close to the temple, and there can't be any abnormalities!" Tyrael was very sure of his premonition. He quickly left the temple, summoned a guard, and rode towards the dark swamp outside the city.

They passed through the city and entered the suburbs, and soon arrived at the edge of darkness. Everything was normal there, with some half-elves carrying construction materials, and there was no sign of flooding out of control nearby.

"We are from the logistics department. We are transporting wood from here to the front line," the leading half-elf pointed to a thick log nearby, "These building materials can be used to fill the defense line."

Tyrael walked around the wood. They were indeed solid wood that had been simply processed, often used to build roads and barriers. However, he felt something was wrong when the working half-elves piled these things on the edge of the swamp and forest.

"Why did you unload the supplies here?" Tyrael shouted, riding his horse into the woods. Six or seven half-elves followed him. At first it was a narrow path, but after a dozen steps it suddenly became open. The messy thorns, puddles and strange-shaped trees were cleared to create a flat land.

Under the dark sky, the lights in the distant swamps were bright, like lava from a volcano! From time to time, a bunch of sparks spewed out from the treetops, like fireworks at a festival. The hoarse sound was monotonous and dull, the creaking of sawing wood came one after another, the huge buckets and levers were clanging and howling, and from time to time, rough and savage outlines appeared from the bushes.

There was even a sharp cry in the swamp, which was clearly the sound of the winch rubbing against the inappropriate frame. The half-elves on the side had strange expressions, as if they were making up excuses, and suddenly there was another long whistle.

In just a moment, Tyrael suddenly thought that these servants seemed too agile and their movements did not look like those of laborers.

His peripheral vision suddenly caught some movement, and he sensed something unusual. Before his eyes could confirm the danger, Tyrael's intuition as a transcendent made him reflexively move to the side, and he instinctively reached out to grab the sword.

Before the enchanted scimitars were unsheathed, the accompanying half-elves had already pulled out their muskets from their backs. Six or seven black gun barrels were pointed at the extraordinary elves and their mounts, and they fired a volley without asking any questions.

"Bang!" Tyrael's mount stood up and threw him off. Two of the bullets fired were enhanced with spell-breaking abilities, and one round emptied the Transcendent's shield. The leading half-elf rushed to the front in the blink of an eye and drew his sword to chop at Tyrael.

There were bursts of gunfire outside the woods, and Tyrael's men were screaming in agony. The half-elf fired a round, then turned and pulled out a bayoneted rifle from the pile of wood, stabbing the elf who had fallen off his horse.

"Such skilled combat skills, they are the enemy's elite soldiers!" Tyrael was stabbed, rolled over, and managed to escape from the encirclement, leaping towards the bushes.

"How did the enemy get to this place!" Tyrael ran on the water, preparing to gain some distance before counterattacking.

The half-elves did not chase after them. The leader who stopped his companions was actually the extraordinary elf who smiled as he watched the rapidly retreating elves.

"To warn people!" Tyrael growled, "Use meteor showers to smash these bugs. The noise will also alert the temple."

He raised his hand, and his body was wrapped in the gust of wind and rushed into the air, with powerful magic flowing through his fingertips.

"Be reduced to ashes by the might of magic, worm-ugh!"

Suddenly, Tyrael's throat was gripped by an invisible iron clamp, and the coldness was like a ferocious beast released from a myth. Staring at him. The extraordinary elf was horrified, and instinctively turned his head to glance, and suddenly fear and powerlessness surged from the depths of his heart.

A red knight appeared in the swamp. He and his horse were covered in blood. He raised his hand and shook it lightly. His movements were full of roars that could devour the world. Behind him, a continuous roar, monotonous and noisy, echoed in the depths of the swamp. Under the clouds, a winding giant beast was awakening in the swamp. Its huge body was crawling between the water and the dense forest, with gray spots following its tail.

"It's a high-level spellbreaker, the natural enemy of spellcasters! Ah, it's Griffith!"

“What is this—

“This is a steamboat!
"The steamboat is on the river in the swamp!"

This unprecedented scene shocked the extraordinary elves. The river channel built of wood had been cleared of silt and debris, and the pumps along the way maintained the water level under the power of steam. The flat-bottomed boats spewing black smoke were wide and flat, filled with fully armed soldiers and war horses. Battalions of troops were passing through the insurmountable filthy natural barriers. The monsters made of steam, metal, coal, wood and various strange components opened up a path forward in the dark mystery.

The final defense circle of the country has been breached! The Great Republic Army has crossed the natural barrier that no army has ever crossed, appeared behind the elves' defense line, and headed straight for the Nebula Temple!

"Don't come over here--!"

Tyrael's scream tore through his voice, the imprisoned power dispelled the magic, and he fell headfirst from mid-air, breaking branches with a crackling sound, and landed in a puddle with a splash.

He stuffed his mouth with water plants and leaves, and beat the mud. Dense insects came to him and hung on his hair and robes. As he struggled, he saw a flamboyant flame leaping out of the river in the forest. A red-haired female knight rode a warhorse wrapped in light wings, treading on the water like flying, and rushed to Tyrael in an instant, swinging her spear and stabbing.

……

The time to the end is getting closer and closer. Humans no longer have time to break through the three fortresses. The arrival of a miracle will destroy their minds. After fighting to this point, I still have to praise Griffith. He is worthy of being my chosen student...

In the secret room, Salorian was immersed in magic. His spirituality became more and more stable.

"Bam—!"

A phantom explosion suddenly startled Salorian, as if someone's brain and skull had exploded. He woke up from his magical dream and found Gato stumbling into the secret room.

"What is it?" The supreme "Hermit" asked in a low voice, "I reminded you, if not..."

"My lord, something terrible has happened!" The Elf Demigod howled like a pig being slaughtered, "Humans, humans are invading?"

"Ok?"

"They've crossed the Dark Swamp and have entered the city!"

"What!?" Salorian was ejected from the stone chair. A deafening roar suddenly tore through the air, and the deafening sound almost tore through the eardrums.

The earth was shaking, as if the world was collapsing.

"This is Provis," Cato said, "He's activated Genesis and is shooting at the humans entering the city!"

"Go help him. Genesis is not something that a demigod can support." Salorian asked Gato to leave, and he stood up immediately. Things had taken an unexpected turn. Griffith's army would go straight to the Nebula Temple. There was no need to hesitate. Galadilla must be controlled immediately.

The power of time and space began to surge. Every second counted, and they had to be teleported directly to the God's Hand. Salorian's figure flashed, and he passed through space in the next second.

"..."

Where is this?

Salorian did not reach the "magic spring" in the center of the Nebula Temple, where the elders imprisoned Galadilla. He came to the top of the towering temple, surrounded by seven spires that symbolized the original seven clans. On this square-like platform, the wind was howling, the moonlight and starlight were pouring down, and the cavalry and infantry on the ground were like ants, swarming in like a tide. This place is far away from the noisy hustle and bustle, and the silver tranquility dispels the crazy magic, just like a classical arena.

"hiss……"

Salorian took out the scepter of domination from under his robe and stood sideways. The heavy sound of horse hooves broke the silence, and Galadilla, wearing a full set of super heavy knight gear, rode a pure white unicorn and stepped onto the steps with a roar.

"Hello, Dictator," the Elf lady smiled at him, "You didn't expect that~"

It doesn’t matter how Galadria broke free from the Senate’s confinement, how she got the equipment, and how she came here. There are two traitors among the four demigods, so what else is there to say... Salorian pulled off his robe and waved the scepter of domination.

"Om-!"

A blinding light whizzed out from under the feet of the two men, and the entire building was shaking. Seven rays of light converged and shot out from the core of the temple, directly hitting the charging army. This grand radiation illuminated the thunderclouds in the sky and caused waves of resonance in the starry space, like the gods' closing tribute to the era.

Two long arms popped out from behind Galadria's silver heavy armor. She put spear-like arrows on the golden bow with fluttering phoenix wings, and wielded two silver giant swords surrounded by moonlight in both hands. She swung and swung like a tornado, and rushed towards Salorian:

"Are you ready? Let's dance, Dictator! Let's—"

"Rebellion against this false world."

……

The army rolled in like a tide, breaking through the outer defense line of the garrison. Intensive artillery bombardment fired shells at the crazy elves. The smoke blocked the view, and the rolling smoke was getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, a military bugle sounded, and the heavily armored Bayerland Grenadiers leaped out of the smoke. They rained grenades at the enemy holding the position, and then rushed into the position with large-caliber rifles. The elves immediately rushed up to fight with them, but the humans who rushed in emptied their rifles, and each of them had two pistols in hand. They fired two more rounds at the counterattacking elves, and then rushed forward with bayonets and battle axes.

The city of Canaan was filled with flames and swaying figures. The Senate refused to believe that the enemy came from the southeast. All the troops were in chaos. If the troops on the front wanted to return to support, it would take at least half a day.

The Nebula Temple has been surrounded, and it is too late for any support!

"This is our meaningless operation," Harandil and Arandel saluted Griffith and Roland who had come running. "Commander, the 'Catapult Operation' was successfully completed. However, the road leading to the gate of the temple is covered by the firepower of the 'Genesis'. That thing can fire once every ten seconds or so. You must find a way to get in and win the miracle victory!"

"Victory by spectacle? Humph, that's not necessary now," Griffith raised his lance high, as a steady stream of cavalrymen formed up beside him under Christa's banner. "We can't have time for military victory or victory by spectacle. So let's just go for victory by beacon!"

He looked at the top of the temple, where Galadilla and Salorian's spiritual energy was surging. Now was the time to fulfill his promise.

Griffith's mouth curved into an arc, and the moment he put on his helmet, Roland heard him whisper:

"If I want to get you, I have to lead an endless army, use catapults to smash your forests, and smash the elves' dog heads..."

"Ahahaha!" Roland laughed wildly.

Stormtrooper infantry and artillery hammered through the defenses, and the silver cuirassiers pushed through the breach.

Target, Galadilla!