Huh? Are they all real?...

This is their opportunity.

"Just a little bit more, just a little bit more! We absolutely cannot let them get through now!"

"Stop them! Stop them!"

The dwarves, undaunted by the prospect of death, charged toward the Cyclops.

The wounded soldiers drew the Cyclops' attention and attacks, while the dwarf soldiers who were still relatively healthy took the opportunity to jump onto the Cyclops.

They attacked by taking advantage of the gaps in their weapons.

Although the two high-sequence units were still locked in combat, it was clear to everyone that the high-sequence units on either side were already at their limit.

The outcome of the war was truly decided on the high ground.

The cyclops quickly fell to the dwarves' counterattack.

Once their heavy bodies fell, they slid backwards along a blood-soaked path of countless corpses.

This is almost better than the dwarves' largest log.

The corpses of just a few Cyclopes were enough to crush most of the enemy troops.

But that wasn't enough; the dwarves were facing a group of enemies they had no fear of.

If the person in front dies, the person behind just needs to follow.

They won't stop until they're all dead.

The high slope, which had been quiet for a moment, was once again filled with densely packed enemy troops, who shouted and charged towards the city wall.

At this moment, only about a hundred dwarf soldiers remained on the city wall; the rest of the dwarves were still elsewhere and unable to arrive due to the wreckage of the airship.

Just as they were about to climb onto the city wall.

A dwarf exclaimed in surprise:

"They succeeded!"

As soon as the words were spoken, countless Allied soldiers who were still charging up the hill felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

They were falling downwards.

The dwarves hollowed out the entire foundation of the high slope!

The dwarven fortress was obviously meticulously crafted, and the high slopes built from fortress scraps were clearly very difficult to deal with.

The dwarves discovered early on that their rate of destruction couldn't keep up with the rate at which the high ground was being built up, and that the high ground was actually getting bigger and bigger from the explosions.

The fortified walls they once used to defend against enemy attacks have now become their obstacle.

So they changed their strategy the next day.

They dug it out of the city.

It took the same amount of time to excavate the foundation of the high slope.

Now it's time to reap the rewards.

The high slope collapsed with a deafening roar, and the Allied soldiers still on top naturally fell with it. They disappeared into the thick dust, their fate unknown.

At the same time, the first ray of light, representing dawn, streaked across the sky, pierced the clouds, and fell upon the earth.

The dwarves cheered.

The enemy has already lost. Although they still have some soldiers left, their numbers are no match for those who have city walls!

Looking at the collapsed hillside, the masked man stared at it for a moment before speaking to the legion commander:

"You lost."

The legion commander fell silent. The masked man thought he would stop there, but to his surprise, the other man shook his head and said:

"No, this is just the beginning! Also, your potion has arrived."

Seeing the masked man's confusion, the legion commander turned around and pointed to the horizon behind him.

Look in the direction he's pointing.

The masked man's eyes widened slightly, while the dwarves on the city wall stopped cheering and fell into astonishment and fear.

Because when the first ray of dawn breaks through the darkness.

This ray of light brought not hope, but despair!

A pure white fleet pierced the darkness, arriving from the horizon on the rising sun.

This is their true strength, their real trump card.

“My master wants you to understand, Lord Sals. The lives of us were a necessary sacrifice made to bring you back to the throne.”

Sals, who had received the divine throne from his eldest son, turned slightly to look at the legion commander.

The other party spoke to Sals, word by word:

“We have the numbers and the strength, and we are united as one, but we know very well, even better than the dwarves, that it will be very difficult for us to conquer the Seven Hills.”

"The capital of the King of Turin and the dwarves within it are not something to be laughed off."

"The adults are aware of this. But we still came, carrying the adults' will."

"Lord Sals, the death you craved, we offer. The despair you craved, the dwarves offer!"

The legion commander sheathed his pure white knight's sword, bowed to Sals, and said:

"Please continue onward, and then help the adult fulfill her dream!"

Meanwhile, the potion of the Prophet Sequence One was also presented to him by the Legion Commander.

That woman!!!

Salz frowned deeply at this development.

But in the end, He accepted the potion offered by the other party.

The fleet, its holy emblem and legion insignia merely concealed, arrived in a grand procession before the capital of the Seven Hills.

Out of respect for the king, the entire fleet anchored and landed in the ruins in front of the capital.

It did not hover over the capital.

But they did not stop. The holy warriors, clad in pure white armor, marched in orderly fashion off the warships from the distant ruins.

The holy emblems on their chests were covered, and the legionary insignia on their arms were erased.

This means they did not come on behalf of a dynasty.

This is not a dynasty invading the dwarves.

But this does not change the fact that they are the main force of the Jihad Army in the slightest.

Their strength far surpasses that of the declining dwarves, and is even more incomparable to the previous motley crew of allies.

The dwarves still on the city walls were filled with despair.

What devastated them even more was what they saw on the distant tower as the Jihad Army completed its assembly.

The darkness, which had not yet been completely dispelled by dawn, seemed to be drawn by something, converging towards this place.

In that eerie and gloomy atmosphere, a huge and terrifying eye suddenly floated above the tower.

This eye resembled a gigantic blood moon, radiating an eerie and chilling light. Its diameter was tens of meters long, occupying almost half of the space above the tower. The eyeball itself was like a giant crystal ball, but lacked the clarity and purity of a crystal ball; instead, it was filled with murky bloodshot veins and eerie shadows.

The edges of his eyes were covered with wrinkles and blue veins, like ancient relics eroded by time, or like the hideous marks left by some evil force. Each wrinkle was like a deep ravine, seemingly hiding endless darkness and unknown fear.

As it rotates slightly, the surrounding air seems to be distorted by an invisible pressure, making it difficult to breathe, as if the whole world is controlled by this terrifying eye.

Its pupils were deep and dark, like the entrance to hell, making people afraid to look directly at them, for fear that once they met those eyes, their souls would be mercilessly devoured.

Occasionally, a strange light would flash in his pupils, a light that was cold and merciless, as if scrutinizing everything in the world, ready to bring down disaster and punishment at any moment.

Under the gaze of this enormous and terrifying eye, the land below the tower seemed to fall into eternal silence, with no sign of life daring to approach, as if this area had been cursed and become a forbidden zone of death.

An ancient and terrifying aura permeated the entire battlefield.

An angel, a Sequence One angel!

In addition, there is the renowned holy war army.

We lost, we lost completely!

An atmosphere of despair swept through the entire capital like a fierce winter wind.

The legion commander had already left the tower, glancing in awe at the all-seeing eye that represented the prophet.

He stood at the very front of the holy war army.

Behind him were the few thousand remaining soldiers, the only survivors of the great battle.

Orcs, horned people, humans, and goblins gathered behind him, standing tall before the Holy War Army.

This is the honor they deserve. As they approach, every member of the Jihadist army bows their head in sincere respect.

The legion commander once again drew his pure white knight's sword, pointed it at the city wall, and shouted:

"Surrender! The Lord is merciful. He will forgive your sins and accept you as one of us."

"Confess to the pure white light, and then embrace true tenderness and beauty!"

The dwarves did not respond to the legion commander's words, but the entire city was indeed deathly silent.

Looking at that terrifying all-seeing eye, and then at the countless wounded soldiers around him.

The dwarf elder, whose entire body was wrapped in bandages, trembled.

He did not want to surrender; even the Bewildered had never conquered the capital of His Majesty the King of Turin.

How could we possibly submit to outsiders under his control?!

But, but, how could he let so many children die now?!

They have already shed far too much blood.

They deserve a better future.

How could I?

"Elder, we will not surrender."

The dwarf elder suddenly looked up.

The wounded dwarf soldier leaning against the steps beside him said this.

"We knew from the beginning that we couldn't win, but we've managed to hold on until now."

"Elder, since we did not surrender back then, we will certainly not surrender now."

The wounded soldier struggled to his feet, and more and more dwarves gathered behind him.

They said earnestly:

“We are the people of the King of Turin. We cannot allow His Majesty’s capital to fall into the hands of foreigners before the last dwarf falls.”

"This city has never suffered such humiliation!"

'Good, good, good children!'

The dwarf elder rallied in boundless excitement.

He was about to unleash the dwarf's roar upon the madmen below.

But it wasn't until he stood atop the city wall that he suddenly realized his vocal cords had been torn apart by the pure white knight's sword.

He couldn't possibly respond by yelling at the other person.

How could this be? How could this be!

Just as he was getting extremely anxious, a hand landed on his shoulder from behind.

The dwarf elder turned around in astonishment, then his eyes widened.

Surprise, resentment, and confusion—a mix of emotions coalesced into a slightly hoarse and slurred noun:

"friend?!"

Why hasn't Moen left yet?

He had clearly instructed the men, women, and children to leave through the secret passage first.