Chapter 638： Last wall (1/2)
The fifth day.
The cluster giants are still flooding, and the monsters from the plains of the Holy Spirit seem to be constantly flowing, and the power of human beings is already on the limit.
Arcane energy converges into a round of lightning storms, devastating forces constantly swaying the crumbling energy barrier of St. Sunil's Shield, an extremely disturbing low whistle throughout the big shield The interior reverberates, as if the tens of thousands of people have embarrassed it, and it seems that the depths of the earth are not breaking open to a breach of the abyss. The once intact barrier is actually riddled with holes and large pieces of fragmented noise. Spots covered the city, and the noise and the whistling inside the shield reminded the city's guards that the shield was about to collapse.
The overactive magical power accumulates over the plains and has begun to affect the sky. It should have been the summer season, but the whole city was swept by a chilly wind, and the blue-and-golden Ansuwang flag hunted on the wall. The wind screamed wildly, and under the Wang Qi, the scarred, exhausted knights and soldiers were trapped beside the trebuchet and the large rifle, trapped behind the wall, staring at the bottom with a numb toughness. The plains.
The stone and giant arrowheads used to defend the city are still piled up on the wall, but less than a third of the cannons and trebuchets are still fighting - because the wizards who apply magic to the ammunition have been exhausted.
Mana is a thing that is more exhausted than physical strength, and a factor that is more susceptible to the environment. The mage must recover power faster in a relatively stable environment. At this moment, the entire magical field of St. Sunil City is shrouded. After all, the human spirit is not a machine, and it is impossible to meditation smoothly in such a magical environment. Masters of the Royal Family do their best to maintain the firepower of the line of defense, but as this fierce battle beyond human imagination continues day by day, more and more middle and low-level mages temporarily lose the ability to continue to control the magic, and these masters The exit is the beginning of the inevitable collapse of the entire line of defense.
Without the help of the War Mage, regular stone and smashing arrows have little effect on those cluster giants.
The Welsh dress has been stained with a lot of blood, and there are many scarred decorative armor, carrying the King's sword, slowly walking through the southern wall, the cold wind is moving between the shield and the wall, rolling behind him The cloak and hair on the forehead.
He walked through a wall that had just experienced fierce battles - this section of the shield was once smashed through, a powerful arcane arc smashed a large piece of stone bricks, leaving a blackened remnant on the ground, craftsman They and the mages urgently reinforce the ground here and repair the trebuchet here. The new soldiers replaced the entire team that had been killed before and continued to stay here.
A knight wearing a broken armor leaned against the nearby wall, and his chest armor was still able to see the emblem of the royal knight. He leaned his head slightly, bloody, motionless, as if he had been dead for a long time.
Wales did think that the knight was dead. However, when the horn sounded in the distance and the monster once again struck the barrier, the **** knight turned over and rushed to the nearest trebuchet and began to command the soldiers to fight back.
The new king looked at it all and said nothing. He continued to walk forward and patrolled the wall that he had vowed to hold on.
Another horrible whistling sound rang from the shield, and the entire city of St. Sunille seemed to be violently shaken in a big bell.
A moment later, the wind rang, and Berdwin Franklin, who was wearing the robes of the eye of the Arcane, drove the wind to the side of Wales and said quickly: "Your Majesty, the Southern Shield has just burned."
"I heard the whistling..." Welsh said calmly. "How long does it last?"
The Duke of Badwin raised his hand and pointed to the noise that was spreading rapidly over the king's sky: "...it has begun to collapse."
St. Sunil's shield is collapsing - it has withstood pressures far above the design threshold in the past few days, and all nodes have been half-destroyed or destroyed at the moment, and the more deadly is the magic focus of Wangdu underground. Already unable to provide enough energy, the lack of energy is triggering the chain reaction of the shield, causing its nodes to be swallowed up by the magic of anti-phagic.
Some people on the wall noticed the big shield that was collapsing, but no one left the line of defense. Wales just calmly watched the gradual disintegration of the big shield. After a few seconds, he said softly: "We should listen to Victoria Dagong. The proposal to expand the size of the magic net and connect it with the big shield."
"Too many people have doubts about Cecil's technology. Now, it is time to accept the price."
Wales did not speak, he looked up and looked in the direction of the Cathedral of Light.
A majestic radiance is spurting out from the top of the old cathedral, filled with endless solemnity and vastness.
The big shield did not reach the arrival of the reinforcements. This was expected, but after the shield collapsed, before the gap was filled with human life, St. Sunil had the last layer to resist.
"Theocracy has been in this kingdom for so many years, and it is time to fulfill their duties."
The sacred ritual has been carried out to the final critical stage, and the Great Light Hall has become a sea of light.
The top of the cloud that floats at the top of the hall all year round falls to the ground, just like the sacred vision before the advent of the legendary heaven. In the infiltration of the cloud of the Holy Light, every pillar of the Daguangming Hall seems to be wrapped in a sculpture. The crystal-like outer shell allows the "casting city" described in the sacred books to come to the world. In this ocean full of light, the bishops wearing luxurious vestments and crowns are praising the holy The power of the **** of light, the layers of prayers rushing along with the holy light of the hall, and constantly gathering to the pope standing in the middle of the hall -
St. Ivan III stood there, holding the Platinum Scepter symbolizing the power of God. He held the hand holding the scepter high and hit the scepter heavily on the ground for the first time:
"Tell the name of the Lord, and your will will be carried out on the earth, and the earth will bathe grace, and all beings will be sheltered and forgiven!"
Glory poured out from the pope's facial features, as if a powerful light source was filling in him, and tried to break free from the flesh and blood.
In the unanimous praise of the bishops, he hit the scepter on the ground for the second time:
"Tell the name of the Lord, and your will will be carried out in the sky, the light of the world will shine, the evil will be invisible, and the darkness will be hidden!"
Glorious flowing in the pope, condensed a more tall, more vast virtual image, this virtual image is still vaguely some of the face of the pope, but behind it has raised more illusory overlapping shadows, as if the face and body shape of countless people Together, form a glorious image of the giant.