Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 384: Leaping Over the Sea
"I heard that our General Cadres is preparing to go to sea?" In the flagship command room, Lucia stroked her chin and looked at the big man who was only wearing a pair of shorts, with a thoughtful look on her face.

Several bodyguards and five generals all looked at Caedreus. Perhaps it was because the temperature was too low or something else, but this usually brave and heroic commander of the Tree Guards was covered in red and white, and even his thick sweat hairs all stood up, making him look like a frightened, strong hedgehog.

What is even more bizarre than Caedres's appearance is that among countless explanations, His Highness chose the word "going into the sea", and it is not "going into the water" in the common language of the mainland, but a foreign word from outside the Sea of ​​Fog.

If we examine its meaning in detail, it generally describes the act of selling one's body for a living, which has been banned by the three major dynasties since the Golden Age.

"Pfft——" Serin was the first one who couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha." The generals could no longer hold back their laughter, and the command room was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

It was hard to imagine that the two expressions of shame and grievance would appear so harmoniously on such a rough and domineering face. Having figured out the whole thing, Caedres covered his face with his hands, turned his back and squatted, choosing to shrink back and avoid the shameful faces of his comrades who were watching the fun.

Suddenly, he felt the soft touch of fabric. Caedreth raised his head and saw Lucia coming to him. She took off her battle robe and threw it on him with "disdain", saying, "Put it on. Everyone here has normal tastes. No one wants to see your chest hair!"

"Oh oh oh." Caedreth quickly wrapped himself up and looked at the other five legion commanders with resentment, "You, you all know His Highness's plan?"

"I don't know," Serin smiled and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Maybe we are not as brave as Lord Cadres. We don't dare to go to His Highness and be a troublemaker, nor do we have the courage to go to sea."

"That's right." Chief of Staff Loren, who was always serious, nodded seriously.

Caedreth: “.”

"What are you looking at? Are you really ready to go to sea? Get your armor on! Within ten minutes, I want to see six thousand tree guards lined up at the front of our army!"

Caedreth immediately became uneasy, "You mean, you are willing to use my Tenth Legion as the vanguard?"

Lucia's sharp eyes swept over, and without waiting for a word, Caedreus suddenly stood up like a javelin, and hit his chest muscle with his right fist, making a crisp sound, "I obey your command!"

Ten minutes later, on the vast ice field, thirty thousand elite cavalry were ready to go.

"Everyone——"

In front of the army, Lucia rode a white dragon-scale horse and raised the spear in her hand.

"You are all the elite among the elites of the three dynasties. The fighting opportunity is fleeting. I will not say anything to boost morale. I will only say one thing!"

"The place beneath your feet is the place where Storm King Odysseus led an army of 500,000 to the land 500 years ago. It is also the place where Eternal Queen Marica and War King Gefrey personally stopped to march there 30 years ago. It is the gateway to the 30,000-mile Arctic Icefield and the signpost where the fire of civilization has illuminated the northern border since ancient times."

"Two hundred miles away, those fake giants who crawled out of the gutter, those filthy bastards who call themselves the Fire of Ashes, are slaughtering our kind, destroying our civilization, and trampling on our beliefs!"

"I don't care if you are from Rodel, Lienia, Nimgefu, the Far East, Sky City, or Storm Sea Islands. I don't care if you are human, hybrid, or dragon. I don't care if you believe in the Golden Tree, Marica, the Three Moon God, or Helarius. I only ask you - what should we do when facing this great enemy that the whole world wants to kill?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Thirty thousand elite cavalry roared in unison, swords and spears were like a forest, and the sound was like the sea!

"I promise you in the name of Fam Yazra - from today on, anyone who follows me in battle will be granted a title and appointed as a general regardless of their background, and enjoy all the glory while alive! After death, you will be worshipped in the Hall of Valor in Sky City for eternity, and receive the utmost honor! Your parents, wives, sons, grandchildren, and descendants will be raised by me, and they will live with the country!"

"Now, the entire army is to be silent, keep quiet, and follow me to the battle!" The soldiers took out the cloth that had been prepared long ago and wrapped the horses' hooves. The accompanying mages and clergy each cast soundproofing spells to reduce the marching noise to a minimum. The 30,000-strong army was like a dark torrent, flooding over the frozen sea and heading straight for the port of Odysseus!

At the same time, 25,000 miles away, the giant high priest Gulag led four ancestors to stand on a high mountain, silently examining the calm Otina portal.

The third ancestor, Moserlo, looked at the lost face of Gulag across the valley and sneered contemptuously.

The old man keeps talking about etiquette and traditions every day, just wanting to use these shackles to restrain Your Majesty and force Your Majesty to make wedding clothes for that little bastard who hasn't even grown all his hair yet.

For the sake of what he called the "ancestral heritage" and the servility that had been running in his bones for hundreds of years, the old man had to do his best to show his worth to His Majesty, as if this giant royal court that had been reborn from the ashes would be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye without him and his traditions.

But in the final analysis, it is nothing more than a waste product eliminated by the tide of the times just like the old royal court.

Normally, he maintains a reckless persona and confronts the old guys. It's not that he, Mocero, is so stupid that he needs His Majesty and the high priest to give him instructions on everything, but in front of the nine ancestors, twenty first-generation giants, three hundred second-generation giants, and one thousand and three generation giants, there must be a young and strong force to oppose Gulag at all times, so that they can see that younger and more powerful giants are more willing to stand on His Majesty's side unconditionally.

However, a loser is a loser. Even if he makes a comeback, he will be as ridiculous as that opportunistic little dragon in front of His Majesty.

If such things happen more often, the prestige of the high priest will naturally become worse and worse. Mocero glanced at the charming and seductive Hilber beside him, and then looked at Vikia and Ophelia in the distance.

At that time, those among them who have been walking the fence between the two factions will have to make the final choice: die or crawl at the feet of the new king.

A hint of fanaticism emerged in Mocero's ferocious eyes. After all, compared with these old things that exuded the smell of decay, Kalerius - that man was the true king worthy of being followed by all the new giants!
Through the mountains, with the spiritual perception of the Ancestral Titans, they could vaguely sense the increasingly violent energy fluctuations in the direction of Thor's portal five thousand miles away.

Thirty thousand people. Maybe even more. The fluctuations are so clear that it is impossible to be a suspected attack.

Even the three great dynasties would not rashly send 30,000 soldiers to die on the completely occupied ice field. Perhaps in another quarter of an hour, His Majesty would face off against Lucia Shanks in Sol.

Soon, that stubborn old man in Sol City will see with his own eyes the head of the "Dragon King" whom they have respected for generations. Only the blood of the dragon king-to-be is enough to commemorate the countless compatriots who died in the battle under Sol City in the past two months!

Five thousand miles away, in the direction of Thor.

The giant king Calerius looked at the gradually solidifying space passage between the two giant gate pillars that were a hundred meters high, and a feeling of pride surged uncontrollably in his chest.

Lucia Shanks, the most powerful god-man known for a long time, hoped that he would be a strong enough enemy to make him reminisce over the long years.

However, the next moment, Kalelius's handsome eyebrows curled up, and a hint of doubt appeared on his majestic face.

Although we have never seen the space portal activated in these years, the principle behind it is described quite clearly in the ancestral texts. This space channel connecting from the direction of Yatan, with the high-frequency operation of the energy storage crystal, should have a very stable exit and appear a pure pale blue color, right?
This thing is blue with purple in it, purple with black in it, and it's shaking wildly. It looks like it's going to cough out some black smoke in the next second. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look right, right?
"cough--"

There was a strange sound, and he actually coughed out a bunch of black stuff.

Kalelius looked closely and saw that it seemed to be an irregular crystal ball with a cloudy luster, with hyperplastic crystal cluster structures all over the surface and many crisscrossing bone spurs.

WTF
"Roar!"

The crystal ball suddenly exploded, and more than a dozen creatures of various sizes and shapes, which could hardly be called living things, burst out from it. Their crystallized eyes were filled with bloodthirsty red light, and they pounced towards Kalelius without saying anything!

Behind them, the outlet spewed out a huge amount of crystal balls, which in the blink of an eye turned into a torrent of beasts, colliding with the surrounding army of confused giants, stirring up a huge wave of blood!
(End of this chapter)