Vol 3 Chapter 378

On the battlefield, the white lion's battle flag once again began to move slowly.

In front of the soldiers was Nimesis, the female knight holding a battle flag and a long sword. She was like the initiator of the entire White Lion Legion's offensive. The little devil often fought with her, but she was cut off by the sword.

The fierce combat swordplay was even witnessed by Freya for the first time, and she couldn't help but be surprised because the swordplay was so similar to Brando's swordplay. At that moment, Nimeixisi seemed to be the incarnation of the White Lion, opened her teeth and shattered all her enemies, leading everyone forward.

Behind her, the soldiers of the White Lion Legion and the non-commissioned officer of the King Knight Knight Academy had the greatest potential at this moment, and the attack finally became smooth. They attacked the city walls like bamboo.

"Tauren!"

Heartbreaking shout.

Freya also saw it. She turned over the city and saw that there was a wall behind the wall. Behind it were the tauren with a huge axe. There were hundreds of heads. Before she could widen her eyes, the soldiers who rushed ahead flew together.

Behind the tauren, there appeared a group of snake-haired women with long bows. It is Medusa. Although the young girl from Butch does not know much, she also knows the creatures in this myth.

"Ah ..." Freya screamed subconsciously.

This is a trap.

Everyone suddenly realized it. Nemesis' face was so cold that she was scared. Freya even saw that the horsewoman's hand holding the flag was not bloody, and even shook slightly.

"Don't look over there, we move on."

She shouted hard.

But a wave of arrow rain had covered the wall, which was a shot from Medusa. The green arrows did not have any armor at all, and the soldiers in front turned into stone statues before they had time to struggle.

In a round of shooting, one-third fewer people rushed to the front. The Medusas moved quickly and began to bow and arrow again.

...

The White Lion Battle Banner suddenly disappeared.

The Marquis Baltar saw this scene with his own eyes—seeing the white lion's flag fall and disappearing into the rain. A feeling of despair came to his mind, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. As if only a voice echoed in my heart:

Alluin has lost his last chance.

"Master Marquis, be careful!"

A savage demon passed by the city and passed by Balta. The Marquis was a little lost, but his hands were empty, and the sword had been torn away by the barbarian. He was startled subconsciously, and turned back, just to see a monster with a horn on his head among the demons jumped in front of him.

What a terrible breath.

This was Balta's last thought. The long-horned demon had dragged him from the ground by ruthlessly twitching his neck, and Lord Marquis, who differed in strength by more than one level, had no room to resist.

"Master Marquis!"

"Captain!"

In the exclamation of the White Lion Legionnaire. Balta completed the last journey of his life. At that moment, he seemed to see the light in the darkness, and a tall and familiar back was standing there, just like on the battlefield at that time.

Lord Marshal.

The long-horned demon effortlessly pinched the neck of the Marquis of Eruin and the head of the White Lion Corps, and threw the dead body to the side. Then he knocked down the Eruin flag on the city's head.

It looked scornfully at all the human soldiers in the city, and in its opinion, the soldiers here were like garbage, even the worst creatures in **** were stronger than them. If it wasn't for the portal to be able to transfer more high-end troops for a while, this place would have been destroyed ten times.

Dealing with these bugs is really annoying.

But anyway. This **** Acropolis has finally captured--

Acropolis of Bunoa was lost.

Wood saw the flag disappear into the rain curtain in the crystal ball, and finally realized the fate of the defeat. Eruin will be destroyed because of this, and his path ends here. No one knew better than him what this incident meant to the Temple of Fire.

He could almost imagine that he would lose everything in the past. But more importantly, the Yan Temple was ashamed of it. The old man couldn't help covering his face and sighed deeply.

Everything is his fault.

"Ready to retreat, and fulfilled the wishes of the nobles, I believe they will regret it." The once-principal Lord Ritual reluctantly answered at this moment.

"Wait a minute, Lord Sacrifice Lord," said Yura, sitting beside him, suddenly.

"Ok?"

Everyone looked back at the blind girl.

...

A spear appeared in Freya's vision. The thundering arc on the blade of the gun jumped to the tauren instantly. The gun blade went forward, and a gun pierced into the monster's chest, and the blood arrow shot out, and then the girl with the long pony tail pulled out the spear and let the monster fall to the ground.

She looked at her. Curious in her golden eyes, she reached out her hand: "Are you ... Freya?"

"I am." Freya knew the girl: "Are you Akane?"

The girl smiled slightly, revealing cute tiger teeth: "Um."

"Have you seen Meditis, Freya?"

Freya shook her head, covering her hand with the wound on her shoulder. He looked around with some rush. Soon he saw Nimesis lying in the rubble.

"Master Xuejie."

Her heart tightened and she rushed over there. The dark-haired horsewoman's eyes were closed tightly, and she felt like a gossamer, and a feather arrow stuck in her chest-but even so, she still held the battle flag of the White Lion Legion tightly.

As if hearing Freya's call, Nimesis opened her eyes hard. She narrowed her beautiful eyes and stared at Freya. "Freya, listen well ..."

"Sister Xue ..."

"Take this battle flag ... you are the commander."

"How could this be……"

Has it failed?

Freya looked at the face that seemed a little serious because she had always maintained an indifferent look, but she always felt that Nimesis took care of her more like a relative of her own, and should be said to be like her sister; The elder sister also has no brother, so she cherishes this relationship.

Nemesis smiled slightly at her, making her look awkward.

"Go, Freya."

"But you?"

"I can't die ..." Nemesis smiled more ugly than crying. "Come on, this is an order, you fool. I believe you ..."

Why believe me? Freya didn't understand. Why Nimesis, Brando, always believe him so unconditionally. She knows nothing, and she can't learn anything. Compared to others, she is clumsy like an ugly duckling.

Everyone is down, Sister Carlo. Enlock and Muke, only Bresen and Caglis are still in the final resistance. She looked back and watched the sporadic battles near the village of Medao. With her loss of command, her defeat seemed to be in sight.

What can she do?

But Nimesis seemed to see the confusion of the girl, smiled slightly at her, and spoke to her with a mouth. Freya didn't see what that meant, but Akane, a mercenary, understood.

‘Because you are a Valkyrie, silly child. ’

"Because this is my request. Freya, will you?" Nimesis asked weakly.

This sentence made the girl from Butch clenched her fists. Throughout the battlefield, the soldiers of the White Lion Legion have begun to retreat.

But Freya turned her head back: "Kasane."

The girl with a ponytail often looked at her in doubt.

"can you help me?"

Akane didn't answer. She knew Brando's trust in the girl. Because he has been with Brando for the longest time, Brando will not sigh and sigh the people and things around him. The girl is very satisfied with this life, although she just listens quietly.

Then she nodded.

"Thank you." Freya took the flag of the White Lion Legion, and she took a deep breath. Although the tension was not washed away from her body, she finally glanced at Nimesis.

She leaned the horsewoman against the wall and replied earnestly, "Master Sister, I will let this battle flag shine on the battlefield, as long as I am alive."

"Eruin will not perish--"

...

The death of the Marquis Baltar was like the last death knell of the Acropolis of Buno. At that moment, the whole battlefield seemed to collapse. But in all corners of the city, officers of the White Lion Legion were still holding on to the final battle.

"Owen, do you remember the book called the summer of Fujiro?"

The young officer of the White Lion Legion in silver-gray armor stood stunned in the heavy rain, as if he had not recovered from the failure. The Marquis Baltar is dead, and the White Lion Army seems to have come to an end in a series of defeats.

Countless demons rushed to the city. With a breath of despair.

"We failed, Charlotte, don't talk about your book."

"Yes, I think so too, Owen. So let the soldiers open the south gate of the Acropolis. How about we retreat from there."

Owen turned back suddenly, staring at his companion with bloodshot eyes: "You are crazy!" He shouted with gritted teeth, "We must not retreat, our teammates are still ahead!"

Charlotte smiled.

"Then you remember to buy the book for me. The cover with the gold border on it, the collector's edition of the Year of the Moon, you know."

"what are you saying?"

"Go pick up the flag, Owen."

A few minutes later, the South Gate of the Acropolis of Bunuo opened.

The soldiers of the remaining White Lions in the city began to retreat. The demon's commander, the long-horned demon, noticed this immediately, and of course it could not tolerate the retreat of these humans who caused themselves great trouble.

It blew a trombone, and the Demon Army rushed to the South Gate immediately. It personally led the team and prepared to crush the bugs.

But it rushed down the city, bypassed several alleys, and came under the only square in the city. Here, it sees the human beings who are waiting for it-not only the guards of the White Lion Corps, but also men in rags and even children.

The long-horned demon suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Sherlock stood in the crowd and raised the sword in his hand in disdain:

"I know you're listening-fire at me, Victory!"

...

"Fire at me, Victory!"

The sound coming out of the magic crystal seemed a little distorted, but still made no secret of its firmness. The mage who passed the order was slightly silent before turning back to look at the Earl behind him.

Wearing a long coat, his face was a little pale, and tired Count Yanilasu closed his eyes. He rubbed his forehead, as if answering with great determination:

"The demon's commander is there and fires at him."

"But my lord."

"I take all the responsibility," the count replied lightly.

If anyone dares to give up his life, what is he afraid to give up his reputation?

The ground was shuddering, and the dazzling golden light had already been connected within the Abu Simeon. Like a sea of ​​fire. Owen watched the scene, watched the subordinate demons who had lost command fled in the fire, watched his colleagues turned to ashes in the explosion, and tears were already out of sight.

He straightened the corpse of the Marquis Baltar, and held up the broken Eruin flag high.

That action seemed to be extremely sacred.

...

Two flags reappeared on the battlefield.

It was a glimmer of hope in exchange for the blood of countless people. Like a shining belief, everyone couldn't help feeling the blood in their hearts. Even on Victory. Even the Navy sergeants of Eruin could not help but close their eyes.

High Priest Wood watched the scene silently.

Although Yura couldn't see it, the cheering of the mountain tsunami outside her ears had passed into her ears. She was not an Eruin, but a smile still appeared on her face.

‘Come on, Eruin. ’

However, on the frontal battlefield of Medao village, the attacking Caglilis suddenly stopped.

what happened?

He and all the young people from Tonigel felt strange, not just them, but the soldiers of the entire White Lion Corps felt this throbbing from the heart.

In front of them, there are unstoppable tauren. The White Lion Legion is retreating, under the double blow of Medusa and the Cave Lizardman shooter. They have actually lost most of their previous results.

Seeing everything to nothing.

But a flag came into their eyes, and that flag seemed not to be woven with fabric, but made of gold. The flag was raised in the heavy rain. The white lion above came alive.

That's Freya.

The female knight held this flag in one hand, one holy sword with a lion's heart, and one passed over everyone, facing those terrible monsters from the Jordan.

At that moment Akane was beside her, and the White Lion Legion was behind her.

His left hand is Shanmin, and his right hand is a white male lion.

He was unstoppable as he moved forward.

At that moment history seemed to be rewritten.

Scenes from seven centuries ago, reproduced here after seven centuries.

It's just that their enemies changed from cruzs to demons. The subtle coincidence of history seemed to shake the air slightly. Everyone felt this throbbing from fate.

Freya raised her sword.

"White Lions, listen to me and attack."

"Even if we die, we will die on the road of attack."

"Maybe one day, the White Lion will be born again from the ashes. It will not go out forever."

The voice of the female knight clearly penetrated the rain curtain, and her promise seemed to be an oath, just like the rule set by Xianjun Aike in front of the Lionheart Sword. At that moment, a miracle happened, and the non-commissioned officers and students of the King Knight Academy were surprised to see the armor of the White Lion Legion light up slightly.

Then a faint layer of golden light seemed to fall from the sky. Then he surrounds every soldier of the White Lion Legion, and finally forms a golden mark.

If Brando were here, he would probably recognize that this would be the last layer of imprint on the White Lion armor.

It is also the source of the legendary ability of the White Lion Legion that he and Master Bai Lu could not study--

The imprint of a lion, giving it a heroic effect. The army wearing it will no longer be afraid, and will always have high morale, and will not be in a panic in any situation.

The lion's soul seemed to be resurrected.

Cagris looked up, and he suddenly felt that the stare of the sky all the time seemed to disappear. It was as if the ancient king had gone, but Eruin already had a new successor to him.

All surviving White Lion soldiers roared and launched an attack on enemies several times their size. Fear and sorrow at this moment is not an obstacle in their hearts, but the motivation to overcome all these advances.

Although perhaps they will eventually die, the legend of Eruin and the White Lion will continue.

Never wear out.

It is a pity that the tauren from Georgian will not think, otherwise they will tremble at such an army that has given up everything. But in the face of these indomitable humans, the only thing they can do is lift a giant axe.

They may be a little unclear and clearly fail, why can these humans accept it so frankly. For creatures from the dark ground, survival is the only glory.

Behind the Tauren, the Medusas also raised their bows.

The two armies strangled together.

Courage, honour, or simply the desire for survival are mixed at this moment, and they are no longer separated from each other. Human beings have achieved short-term stalemate with the tauren at great sacrifice, but at the cost of this is a heartbreaking loss.

Freya rushed to the front, her sword was as firm as she could break through many obstacles—

Akane looked with admiration at the back of the horsewoman with some admiration, but she felt that the throb was not this indomitable courage, but her unyielding faith. For the first time, she knew that someone could be so determined that they could fight alone without relying on others.

It was a temperament that made her heartbreak. She used to think that only the Lord Lord had such a breath.

But a girl can do it.

The moment of Freya's back was like some kind of deep memory, it was just a moment, but it was deeply imprinted in her heart.

Suddenly she willingly held the sword for her, opening a way for her.

...

"Can you win?"

"I'm afraid not."

Wood spoke briefly to Mackaro and Overwell. The Cruze's chief priest stood on his feet, and his attendants immediately put on his robes.

"Master Sacrifice?"

"Eru because the people are fighting for their fate, to be frank, I have to bet on my fate and belief." Wood sighed and replied: "Just watching here, Shame me and shame the King of Flames. "

"But lord, the demon should have a hole in his hand. If you take it now ..."

"It's not time to think about this."

Wood replied lightly.

The cabin door was suddenly opened at this time. Everyone couldn't help frowning. Did the people below panic so much that they forgot even the basic etiquette?

They looked back, but saw the weird face of Earl Violet Baal.

"They are coming!"

"Who?"

Akane stabbed a tauren with a shot, then suddenly turned back. She grabbed Freya in front and frowned slightly.

"Jane?"

"There is something."

The ground was trembling slightly, and soon, everyone felt such a slight change. The soldiers behind the White Lion Corps turned around first.

It's a long time before dawn.

But a silver ray of light appeared on the horizon to the south.

That's not dawn.

But the undulating silver armor. Countless cavalry is galloping on the hills. They are holding up the banner, roaring like the ocean, and singing the hymns from the Age of the Holy War.

"Is a cavalry !?"

"Where is this cavalry!"

"There are still such troops in the south?"

Freya frowned slightly, and she saw a banner leading the army forward, singing songs that she had never heard before, as if from an army of myths.

‘The trumpet sounds again, may the nations not forget the sacred covenant’

‘Dark wings cover the sky, but the silver dawn is still rising’

‘Ancient vow reverberates in the earth, the armor is as new, and the sword is still ringing’

‘The Holy One is upon us, and the flames of war ignite again’

Above the battle flag, a pure silver sacred lily emblem shone almost dazzlingly.

Silver elf.

They returned to this land again.

...

(Ps: This concludes the third volume, ... Suddenly it feels so long.) (To be continued)

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