Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 387 The General's End
Street fighting - In this situation, the only way to survive is to escape into the city and engage in street fighting!
Rhyas thought desperately.

As one of the first three-generation giants personally selected by His Majesty and a general appointed by the first Lord Rodnias, he did not want to be chased to death like a dog. He wanted to turn around and fight to the death with the group of flying dragon guards countless times, but they did not even give him a chance to fight for his life.

"Kill me, kill me!"

"I ate at least two hundred Odysses, most of whom were what you call 'Storm Survivors'!"

"Isn't Lucia Sanx going to be the Dragon King? Avenge them, let him fight me! Kill me!!!"

In the past quarter of an hour, Lai Yasi roared like this countless times.

The only responses he got were bombardments of painful but non-fatal prayers. The guards were like kicking a mad dog with red eyes. Every time he tried to bite back, he was kicked back hard.

His Highness does not care about the head of a third-generation giant, nor is he interested in why such a person is worthy of the title of "general". His Highness only cares about one thing.

That is to capture the entire city of Odysseus in the shortest time and at the lowest cost.

Therefore, they would not waste time chasing the remnants of the giants fleeing all over the city. In the last moments of his life, the only role Laias could play was to use his organizational and restraining abilities, which were better than nothing, like a torch in the dark night, to attract the giants to flee with him, and then be annihilated together.

On the other hand, Laias' only remaining hope is not the last bit of his authority as a general, but the confidence that this city brings him.

Although Odysseus is classified as a town rather than a city, its size and population are not really limited to the scope of a town. Instead, the Golden Dynasty has been working hard to weaken the city's influence on the North after the Giant War.

After all, during the Storm Dynasty's more than 400 years of operation in the North, the name Odysseus has left a deep mark on this land.

Building the First Church of Marica 50 miles south of the city, relocating the native residents of Odysseus, limiting the city's size to a town for many years, including not establishing local nobles here, but implementing the archon model. All these are manifestations of the Golden Dynasty's efforts to cover up the meaning behind Odysseus.

However, from the reigns of two kings, Gefre and Radagon, from the Unification War to the Golden Age, no one was able to change the fact that this place was called "Odysseus" after all.

The Golden Dynasty, which considers itself the orthodox civilization of the border area, cannot erase the name of one of the most outstanding human heroes in history, nor can it wipe out the Storm Dynasty's painstaking efforts in this land over the past 500 years.

Not only the outer city wall defense system, all the residences, businesses, factories, and mansions in Odysseus are built with extremely solid stone and mixed metal components, which naturally have defense capabilities far superior to other cities.

On the other hand, the martial spirit that the city had cultivated over hundreds of years could not be wiped out by simply relocating the residents. The few storm survivors who remained not only did not die out in the past twenty years, but instead subtly infiltrated many cultures and traditions into the cognition of the Golden People.

In this context, almost every household in Odis would prepare a variety of weapons and war supplies in storehouses and cellars, and even bury gunpowder under the foundations, so that they could be detonated and killed when foreign enemies invaded and felled their homes.

These facilities once caused great trouble to Layas's troops. Fortunately, now the offense and defense have been switched, and relying on them to fight street battles with Lucia's cavalry is the only tactic Layas can think of.

As for the giant's huge size, it is also difficult for him to move within the city, so we can only take it one step at a time.

Giants above the fourth generation can at least transform into human bodies. Those below the fourth generation, when forced into a desperate situation, can only reverse their bloodline and decay back into the form of mountain monsters. This is better than being killed without even a chance to resist.

Thinking of this, Laiyas rushed into the East City.

Behind him, the original East Gate garrison had almost been slaughtered by the Flying Dragon Guards. The giants in the East City area were awakened from their sleep one by one, and as soon as they opened their eyes, they saw a horrible scene that they would never forget.

On the eastern skyline, the sun was still far from rising, and the background color of the sky was just a hazy fish belly white. However, outside the city walls, beyond the sight, thousands of rays of magic and prayer woven into a dazzling aurora!

It was like a grand cloak, pressing down on them from all directions.

Chi chi chi——

Soldiers who had never experienced such a scene personally could hardly imagine the pure magic and divine power penetrating the flesh. In front of the array formed by thousands of magicians and clergy, the usual concepts of magic and prayer had lost their meaning.

When such dense magical attacks are blasted into the sky, the mutual interference between the techniques will make the original trajectory of the techniques chaotic and unpredictable, but under the uniform and directional release, they can maintain the most basic attack direction, and finally turn into pure energy beams under mutual restraint and pour on the enemy.

In other words, the giants of East City did not die from any kind of magic or prayer that could be named. They were just slapped to death by a boundless hand of energy and then shattered by the subsequent explosion turbulence.

"Organize defense!" Laiyas suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and phlegm. His lungs had already been overwhelmed by the entire escape.

"All fourth-generation titans who have heard the order will immediately organize defenses on the spot! Those below the fourth generation will retreat to mountain goblin form!"

Fortunately, most of the people in the city are fourth-generation giants, and there are only a few soldiers below the fourth generation who heard the noise and rushed into the city. As long as they react quickly enough, reduce their size as soon as possible and rely on the city to fight in streets, they can at least delay the situation for half a day to a day.

By then, they would have a chance to wait for the reinforcements sent by Lord Rodnias from the Eastern Regiment.

The sound of hooves was gradually left behind. The densely packed buildings in East City finally succeeded in delaying the pace of the cavalry. Even the Flying Dragon Guards who had been following him like a shadow all the way were busy chasing and killing the East City defenders, leaving him the most precious chance to catch his breath.

Faster, faster
From the corner of his eye, he saw more and more giants subconsciously obeying military orders in chaos and fear and completing their size changes. Laias's almost collapsed mind finally relaxed a little.

It seems that the new Dragon King is not omniscient. He didn't even consider the possibility that the giants would shrink their bodies and fight back - even if the bastard aide who was supposed to give him advice had long since run away, he is still stronger than the enemy commander!
boom!
A loud thunder-like sound came from the west of the city, followed by the second and the third!

Including Laias himself, the giants who had just shrunk into human or goblin forms raised their heads blankly and looked towards the west, which should have been dark.

Large tracts of golden light gradually lit up the dark sky, condensing and pumping like breathing, and then crashed into the western city wall!

once!
twice!

three times!

Aren’t the enemy troops coming from the east?

In such a short time, they crossed the Sea of ​​Death and passed through the Port of Odysseus and the vast snowfield east of the city. The nearly 400-mile run was not their destination yet.

Just now they only heard the sound of horse hooves coming from all directions, but who could have imagined that in a moment, the enemy had completed the encirclement of the entire city and completely cut off their retreat!
Perhaps it was because at this critical moment, Laias's talent for leadership was once again stimulated. He keenly caught the sign that the army's morale was about to collapse. He ignored the danger and quickly jumped onto a roof and shouted, "Don't panic!"

"The western wall is still intact, and the defenders are still there! The enemy has come a long way, so they must be lacking siege equipment! They just want to scare us so that we give up resistance!"

"Now listen to me. Everyone, focus on dealing with the enemy cavalry that broke into the east city. Leave your backs to your comrades!"

boom--

The giants who had just turned around to prepare for defense couldn't help but look back, only to see that the tallest tower on the city wall shook, and then collapsed with a loud bang amid the sound of cracking bricks and stones.

The next second, the entire western city wall was like a broken river embankment, with a gap hundreds of meters wide blown out!
On the other side of the gap, rows of super heavily armored cavalrymen bathed in golden light rushed in!
"It's the tree guard! Rodel's tree guard!"

"West City is broken! West City is broken!"

"Malika, Godwin, and Radagan are coming together to kill us!"

"General Nigo has escaped! Everyone, run!"

Among the fleeing giants, Laias saw a familiar figure—the former Archon of Odysseus who had humbly knelt before Lord Rodnias to beg for fire, and who had also been his aide during this period.

How many giants who were born as mountain goblins would know what a tree guard is? But as the last descendants of the old royal court, everyone of them remembered the terror brought by Marika and her golden army.

A shout from the traitor easily shattered the defense he had organized with so much difficulty.

Although the troops behind him were sparse, they no longer suppressed the sound of hooves coming at lightning speed, and they crushed his path to becoming a general just as easily.

The knife flashed and blood gushed out.

In the perspective that turned red and then quickly darkened, he seemed to see the end of the dynasty.

(End of this chapter)