Chapter 595 (2/2)
Three chief priests of Angel Series 8 presided over a grand ceremony at the rear of the army. 30000 priests in white robes sang in unison. Scattered white light particles fell from the sky. When these light particles fell on the knights on the scene, a faint white light flashed on the surface of the armor and body.
”Hold the gun tight and hold your head high.” The officer's voice rang in his ears again.
”Forward, clancia!”
Cooper's tinnitus was caused by the cry of countless comrades in arms. He also gave out the cry to vent everything.
With the final charge order issued, the whole army seemed to be alive. The stationary spear began to move forward, from slow to fast, from dense to sparse. There was also a rumbling sound from the earth. For a moment, the smoke and dust filled the air, and the voices of the people were boiling.
The endless wind came from the gap of the mask, and there was a burning smell in it, which constantly crossed his face, but Cooper's heart was never so quiet.
Individuals are lonely and weak, but when they unite, they will burst out with great courage and strength.
The core of the war sequence is as dense as stars in the array, resonating with each other. The network of magic is connected and converges together, forming a vast and endless torrent in the wilderness. The swallow tail flag on the tip of the spear is like a white ocean.
The Cape behind him fluttered rapidly in the gale, making a strong sound. His eyes were fixed in a line, looking straight ahead. As the enemy in front became clearer and closer, a knight gradually put down his lance and stood up.
The first and last moment has come.
The airship in the sky fell into the crimson artillery fire, exploded pieces of flesh and earth, crushed stones hit the armor and made a dense sound, he continued to move forward.
The glittering muzzle of the magic image gun glows brightly, and the hot rays brush his ears. Several familiar figures disappear at the edge of the field of vision. Behind him comes the painful roar, and he continues to move forward.
The gray and green shields standing on one side were like the city walls. One by one, the sharp spears pointed straight to the eyebrows. The roar of anger came from his chest, and he continued to move forward.
”You will advance like a chariot until you die.”
The lance in his hand pierced forward with the burning power, and the red gold spear point smashed the fragile thick shield.
No matter what——
Armor, flesh, bones
Or is it——
Metal, machinery, barrier
Or is it——
Soldier, mage, general
They were all broken and burned under the blazing spear
In the end, the banner of glory and the lance drowned everything. The end of faith turns into the victory of glory.