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But the onslaught of the hellish army will not stop; an endless sea of ​​demons continues to surge toward the city walls.

After a fierce battle, Elon returned to his mansion to rest temporarily.

Julius, on the other hand, seemed to have inexhaustible energy. Even his winged horse could no longer fly, yet he was still rampaging and killing people everywhere.

So Ella had to open a portal and bring over a few celestial horses from the capital to take turns. The other sky knights had to fly back to the fortress to catch their breath during the lulls in the enemy's offensive. Only Julius was outside, like a perpetual motion machine, constantly fighting his way from the west wall to the east wall and back again.

The endless holy light caused the demons to howl in agony, but this greatly relieved the pressure on the city's defending soldiers.

"As expected of a knight under Her Majesty the Holy Maiden, he is simply terrifying."

The soldiers, who had taken turns resting under the battlements, gazed at the uninterrupted holy light slashing across the sky and were filled with awe.

Even the old man Elon had to scratch his head and sigh deeply, "This kid, even at my peak, I wasn't this exaggerated."

But this period of good fortune was short-lived. The ever-watchful sea creatures gradually began to draw their armies closer, and the defensive pressure on the high walls would suddenly increase.

The storm formation they had laid out long ago was for this moment, and now the area below the cliff is a shallow beach overflowing with water.

It's important to understand that the southern part of the area guarded by the Fortress of Absolute Breath is an endless wilderness. The fact that it was flooded by the rain shows just how severe the downpour was.

And those restless merfolk finally began to crawl on all fours, swarming towards the high wall in massive numbers.

Chapter 241 The Cataclysmic Disaster of the Vast Ocean

As the torrential rain intensified, the sea creatures' massive offensive finally unfolded.

Tens of thousands of merfolk rushed along the water, climbing the city walls as they were swept up by the waves that swept across the land.

The rain falling from the sky clung to their bodies, forming a flowing protective film. Ordinary flying arrows falling from a height would be deflected by this water film, and hot oil poured from the top of the wall could not penetrate it. Only the magic-piercing arrows imbued with various magical effects could barely achieve effective damage.

Of course, there's also Julius's unparalleled holy light, which can obliterate even the merfolk after sweeping them away.

This guy alone is enough to clear a city wall that stretches for a thousand meters. If you only want to rely on piling up miscellaneous soldiers to break through his defenses, it seems like a long shot.

Even Ella, who was rushing to recover her divine power, found it hard to believe that one person could turn the tide and deplete the army's numbers; it was simply the opposite of what was expected of Heaven.

Holy Light magic not only counters evil, but also seems to possess an extremely long-lasting characteristic. Julius, who has cultivated it to its extreme, might not even recover as quickly as he would if he used it to clear out mobs.

It's no wonder that before the fall of the Light, the Holy Temple was the only human power that surpassed the three great empires; its magical attribute alone was far superior to other attributes.

Unfortunately… Ella sighed softly. What she was witnessing now was only the afterglow of the Holy Temple’s final days. She could do many things, but she could not spread the true Holy Light. Moreover, the Holy Light Laws of the present world were gradually fading away with time.

Julius is the strongest Templar of all time, but he may also be the last Templar to ascend to the Holy rank.

Dark clouds swept across the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and suddenly a powerful hurricane rose from the ground, transforming into seven pitch-black tornadoes that lingered over the battlefield.

In the waves that swept across the land, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared. The water was only knee-deep, but the whirlpool was so deep that it seemed to lead straight to the endless core of the earth.

Julius noticed the strange phenomenon immediately. The next moment, an enormous tentacle suddenly rose from the vortex.

It swung its body and slammed down as if a mountain were crashing down from the sky.

Large sections of the city wall were shrouded in shadow, but Julius, who was in the center, remained calm. With a single stroke of his sword, blinding holy light severed the giant tentacle in half.

"Roar--"

The severed flesh fell from the sky, and before it hit the wall, it was burned into countless charred embers by the holy radiance that spread across it.

A mournful cry, like the roar of a giant beast, emanated from beneath the whirlpool, and tentacles rose one after another from the water's surface, sweeping out and striking various parts of the fortress.

The intense tremors made it difficult for the defending soldiers to maintain their balance, and the tornadoes that had been raging on the battlefield seemed to come alive, all crashing into the city walls.

As the rain washed over them, the strong winds blew the unprotected Aslan people off the ramparts, sending them tumbling down the thousand-meter-high cliff like leaves in the wind.

Even the heavy magic cannons and giant crossbows in the front row couldn't withstand the storm's onslaught; they were literally lifted off their foundations along with the floor tiles and fell apart.

The terrifying natural disasters summoned by the sea creatures made even the magnificent fortresses, which could be considered the sins of humanity, seem strangely insignificant in comparison.

The merfolk, however, thrived in this environment, scaling the city walls amidst the storms and torrential rain, brandishing their sharp webbed claws and engaging in fierce battles with the soldiers who were still holding out.

The demonic mountains of the demonic legion also approached from afar. The flood that filled the wilderness was no match for their heavy feet. Their enormous bodies, which blotted out the sky, were now the best siege weapons.

Countless lower-level demons no longer single-mindedly attacked the city from the surface, but instead gathered in dense numbers and clung to the bodies of the demonic mountains, following those mountain-like bodies as they crashed into the high walls.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

Even the iron-clad walls, as hard as meteorites, could not withstand the onslaught of these colossal monsters. The first line of defense was already crumbling in all directions, like a dam about to burst.

The demons, who had been perched on the back of the Demon Mountain, seized the opportunity to leap off its shoulders, shrieking as they landed in droves on the wall, brandishing crude weapons and slaughtering the overwhelmed soldiers.

Such a coordinated attack was clearly not a tactic that simple-minded demons could devise. The combined onslaught of the two races utterly routed the Aslan people, who had thought they had secured their position.

The high walls, stretching for miles, were under attack and crumbling everywhere.

Even someone as powerful as Julius couldn't single-handedly defend this several-thousand-meter-long defensive line. Like a leaky awning, more and more merfolk and demons were rushing up the walls.

Seeing this, Elon lost all interest in resting and rushed out from behind the fortress to provide support along with the Sky Knights who had just returned and were still catching their breath.

The structure of the Breathless Fortress is a three-tiered stepped fortification. The southernmost first level is a steep outer wall facing the open field, built against the mountain and constructed of meteorite iron, reaching a height of a thousand meters.

Extending parallel northward for 200 meters is the second inner wall, which is 50 meters higher than the outer wall, forming the fortress's second line of defense.

Meanwhile, the outermost part of the wall had fallen after a series of fierce battles, and Prince Manatos had no choice but to order the horns to be sounded, so that the people guarding the outer wall would abandon their defenses and gradually retreat to the inner wall.

There were far too many enemies, like a tidal wave; the mountains and fields were swarming with demons in the vast rain.

Thus, the platform between the outer and inner walls quickly became a second, brutal battlefield. Unable to rely solely on long-range bombardment from the fortifications, hundreds of thousands of Aslan soldiers and the overwhelming monsters began a bloody melee on this long front.

The inner wall also had dozens of magic cannons and giant crossbows, but the number of them was far less than that of the outer wall. Even with the relentless bombardment, the steel-cast cannon barrels were scorching red-hot in the biting wind. The flames blooming in the wilderness were nothing more than a drop in the ocean in the face of the endless monsters.

"This can't go on like this."

Water droplets slid down Julius's handsome face as he looked up at a gloomy sky, where layers of dark clouds resembled a thousand-mile-long mountain range, threatening to crush the fortress.

Under such a devastating apocalyptic disaster, even if everyone retreats to the inner walls, they won't be able to hold out for long.

The hurricane and tentacles seem to originate from a sea monster lurking beneath the whirlpool, summoning wind and rain. That thing must be dealt with to slow down the enemy's advance.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Julius decisively flung the reins and rode his winged horse straight into the horde of monsters.

"Hey! What are you doing!?"

Elon, who had come from afar to provide support, saw Julius break away from the main force alone and couldn't help but shout out, but his roar was quickly swallowed up by the storm.

The dark waves formed by demons and sea creatures relentlessly pushed back the human soldiers. In the darkness, only a golden light shone out against the current, and a man with a sword pierced through the black tide, reaching the foot of the southern wall city.

A massive vortex swirled across the land, surrounded by endless demons. Even the Pegasus, a symbol of courage, trembled with fear in this place.

Julius, without the slightest hesitation, flung the reins and plunged down from the sky, leaping into the enormous vortex.

Chapter 242 The Calamity of the Sea God

Beneath the vortex lies a deep, dark abyss, its bottom unseen.

Even though the water depth in other places is less than half a meter, the whirlpool seems to overlap with the deep sea space thousands of miles away, presenting an illogical depth.

In the darkness, countless twisted shadows moved about in the shadows, but none dared to approach, fearing the holy light emanating from Julius.

His radiance, in this darkness, was like a lamp sunk to the bottom of the sea, reaching deep into the depths and illuminating the massive body of the sea monster from the shadows.

Its appearance at first glance is that of a giant octopus lying in the dark, with a chrysanthemum-shaped mouthpart inlaid with rings of fangs.

Julius was as insignificant as a luminous mayfly in the face of that sea monster.

"Roar--!!!"

The sea monster roared, stirring up waves in the deep sea.

Tentacles swung from all directions, determined to crush this arrogant human.

However, Julius's eyes were sharp, and he raised his hand and slashed out with his sword.

An indestructible blade of holy light extended out, parting the seawater, and all the demons and monsters in the shadows turned into white foam.

But when the holy light blade touched the sea monster's massive body, ripples spread across the deep sea, and a spatial barrier appeared, forcefully blocking the light blade.

Julius frowned slightly, and the next moment the sea beast suddenly opened its enormous jaws and charged forward.

"boom"

Above the water's surface, the colossal beast hidden at the bottom of the whirlpool rose majestically, stirring up massive waves that transformed into a tsunami that swept across the land.

Julius, riding his winged horse, barely managed to fly out of that giant maw, narrowly escaping being swallowed whole.

"Going deep into enemy territory alone, should we say you are courageous or arrogant?"

The eerie voice echoed in the air. He turned his gaze and saw twelve priests dressed in black robes rising from the water and into the sky along with the sea beasts.

"Die here, you ignorant fool!"

As the words fell, countless streams of water soared into the sky like dragons, forming a giant magic array above the sky that could cover most of the wilderness.

Julius realized almost immediately that this was a trap, designed to ambush anyone who dared to approach the sea monster.

Even if the celestial horse beneath him flew at full speed, the glimmer of light was nothing more than a speck of dust beneath the heavenly formation.

Magnificent water columns rose into the sky, forming a huge cage that trapped the shimmering firefly light within.

"I once glimpsed in a lost holy book the fragments of the ancient holy city being punished by the sea god. The sky above the entire city was surrounded by twelve water columns that pierced through the heavens and earth."

Manatos gazed at the magnificent view and murmured in awe.

"The desperate end that the ancient holy city was facing at that time was probably just like this."

Unlike the divine punishment that Undine brought upon the entire holy city, this towering cage was merely a coffin prepared for Julius alone.

Behind the twelve priests suspended in the sky, blue-gray wings sprouted. These wings had no feathers, but were fleshy wings with septa.

But the figures illuminated by lightning amidst the dark clouds strikingly overlapped with the silhouettes of the twelve storm angels from the ancient book. They gripped their horns, and the burial song they sang stirred up a vast expanse of blue waves.

In the darkness, the phantom of the sea god's five fingers grasped this world, the sky collapsed, and a curtain of water, like a thousand-foot-long green silk, swept down.

The interplay of light and shadow reflected a beautiful yet deadly rainbow before the vast, boundless canopy, instantly extinguishing the ethereal golden light emanating from Julius.

Oops!

Julius looked at the sky, which had turned into a sea, and immediately sensed something was wrong.

Before the miracles that could annihilate ancient divine kingdoms, even the strongest human swordsman was but a drop in the ocean.

But at this critical moment, the cawing of a crow suddenly shattered the clamor of the crashing waves.

"The sea god has already brought destruction to the world, so is the Dark Shepherd so extravagant that he has to use such a grand funeral for a single person?"

Amidst the raging waves, a tall, thin, black-haired man emerged from the spatial ripples, grabbing Julius by the back of the neck.

The wind whipped his coat like a petrel braving the waves, and in a few steps he leaped across the rainbow bridge, escaping the perilous situation.

"Mr. Ye...?"

Julius stared in astonishment at the newcomer, while Ye Xiao led him to a mountaintop and casually tossed him to the ground.

"You're all grown men, you can stand up on your own, right? It's a pity I can't save your horse."

"Boom"

As Ye Xiao finished speaking, the inverted curtain of sea crashed to the ground, piercing through the wilderness, and the resulting waves shattered the surrounding mountains.

If Julius had been a moment later, he would likely have been pulverized along with the lower-ranking merfolk beneath the waves.

"Thank you for saving my life."

Julius, who had narrowly escaped death, did not show much fear. He merely frowned and looked back at the battlefield with concern, saying, "But if we don't get rid of that sea monster, the fortress may not be able to hold out any longer."

As he spoke, more than a dozen tentacles rose wildly once again from the raging waves.

The sea god's world-ending punishment had no effect on the sea beast. It was born from Undine's grace, and the divine power infused into the sea only made it stronger.

"I'll deal with the twelve priests,"

Ye Xiao flexed his wrists, looked up at the black-robed Dark Shepherd floating in the sky, and said, "You've sent the sea beast away."

"Row."

After a brief negotiation, without a single wasted word, three pairs of wings made of holy light immediately unfurled behind Julius.

This state, though not as fast as the Pegasus, can still be used temporarily.

"It's really cool."

Ye Xiao took out his staff, and his wind manipulation technique propelled him into the sky.

After finishing his business in Hub Town, Ye Xiao immediately rushed back to the battlefield at Absolute Breath Fortress.