The tall lizard warrior stood under the hall, holding a spear, as cold and firm as a stone statue. It only looked at every enemy indifferently, standing opposite the knights pouring in outside the hall.
"Prince Teneric, you understand the consequences-"
Someone yelled angrily.
But the lizard warrior only gave him an indifferent glance.
The tip of the spear in its hand flashed with cold light, preventing anyone from taking a step closer.
That was a true Andasok, one of the bloodlines chosen by the emperors chosen by the stars and the jungle. Its future should have been as bright as the starlight, and its future was limitless.
But it chose this, just like a thousand years ago, lizardmen and mortals stood side by side and faced the enemy together. Thousands of years later, in the ancient Hall of the Holy King, the prince of the White Skull clan chose the fate of the bell.
Low roars and tremors passed through the earth, making the main hall and pillars tremble, and sand and stones rolled to the ground. People were at a loss in the trembling, and their eyes invariably looked at the person in the center of them, where the great alchemist Amasht was walking. He came forward and said:
"Young man, just tie your hands. If you stay, there is still a glimmer of hope."
"Listen," he pointed outside, "This is His Majesty's will. You can't escape from here. The empire's fleet is dispatching. Even if you really don't care about all this, why don't you think about your companions. "
"Why not do more and think about your future."
But Fang Yu only glanced at him.
It's just like watching a clown.
Amasite's gaze froze, and the great alchemist couldn't help but have a look of anger on his face.
A wall away, artillery fire was roaring, making the air boil. The flashing flames lit up the sky, causing the uncertain light to pass through the patio, reflecting the boy's face on one side, still childish, calm, and safe. face.
It was just a dream. The young man had seen the sea of clouds at night. The stars were lingering on the floating clouds, and the free wind only responded to the call of the sailors.
When the silver long ship sets sail, it will no longer stop at any place——
There have been times when storms howled on the angry sea, but I have never heard of humans bowing to them. Mortals often choose their own destiny and then move forward. After traveling for thousands of years, the young man only learns from the history of mortals. Read out all that——
To fight.
His quiet eyes were looking at everyone in the hall one by one.
With everything overturned, Fang Yu opened his mouth and finally said the last words:
"Sister Ming, Your Royal Highness, please go back."
Since he understands everyone's thoughts, it has nothing to do with anyone. Everything that binds them behind them, the ancient country, the decaying royal family, the huge amount of money invested behind the Star Gate, the behemoth club, There is also the Super Competitive League.
But all of this has nothing to do with it.
What comes next is his free will, the path he chooses, just like the replay of the genius girl who betrayed the alliance in the past. The free wind above the clouds has always determined people's direction. This is not the first time he has told these people No.
But he would say it again.
"Please allow me to refuse."
At that moment, thunder tore through the sky, and the loud noise drowned out all sounds.
And Ming was looking at the young man with an extremely complicated look, but the look no longer contained complaints and accusations. It was like a trapped beast imprisoned in a cage, but it could not trap the arrogant Queen of Construction. proud.
She just looked at Fang Plover.
There was a trace of envy in his eyes.
She turned around and walked back without saying a word. What did someone want to say? Does a dragon knight have the obligation to help them catch felons? But the construct queen raised her head and only glanced at the other person coldly. The killing intent flashing in her eyes made the person shudder.
The man's face immediately changed wildly, and he wanted to explain——
But it was too late.
The raging flames in his heart had already boiled high, swallowing up all reason. Ming Yi raised his hand, and a shrill dragon roar almost pierced people's eardrums. A twisted flame in the air actually formed a giant claw and swung forward. .
The pillars of the hall collapsed, and the wall on one side was shattered. Even some imperial nobles were swept in by the strong wind, including a few people around Amasite. The screaming wind passed through everything and directly penetrated this ancient hall. .
A big hole fell in that direction.
Ming walked there with no expression on his face, and no one dared to stop him or even make a single rebuke. The alchemists in the imperial workshop almost fainted, but it was a dragon knight, or something close to it. Who dares to accuse a dragon knight?
Why do you think you offended her so easily?
Even Amasite didn't say a word. After all, he didn't want to see Ayinbrok turn into rubble tomorrow.
People can only secretly curse the person who opens his mouth without knowing whether to live or die.
There was dead silence in the hall for a while.
There were only flickering lights outside and the roar of artillery fire far and near. People looked at each other, but Brianne still seemed calm among the crowd. The elf princess had seen many things in her early years, even the confrontation between dragon knights.
She glanced at Fang Yu, with a hint of appreciation in her eyes. In this human boy, she seemed to see her former self. But after becoming the hero of the Battle of Byrne, she was no longer as free as before.
She understood that the rebellion she had shown was now just a facade.
She is no longer the desperate girl she used to be.
She put the long bow in her hand on the ground, then nodded slightly to Fang Plover, then looked at Sylvide aside, and suddenly understood the girl's choice. Yes, at least in terms of how she looks at people, now she is far inferior to the daughter of the Albert family.
Then it's their own way, she thought.
The princess flicked her cloak and turned around to walk out of the hall.
At this point in the game, there was no longer any meaning to continue. Most of the people in the Corin-Ithurian delegation looked at the Imperials indignantly, and then followed their princess and turned around.
The turning back seemed to be a silent protest. During this period, Shui Wuming was so angry that she pushed down her alchemy workbench, letting the things on it roll to the ground. She raised her head and glared at the imperial people. One glance seems to say:
What are you looking at?
Have you never seen a girl acting bad?
But Weiyu put down the tool in his hand and flicked the magic glove on the magic lamp. At that moment, the spiritual world directly entered the entire hall. He cut off one of the connections, and the light in the hall dimmed.
All the magic lights went out at the same time.
He looked up at the scene, then turned and walked out.
Naturally, everyone noticed the small actions of the Cowling-Ithulian delegation, but no one dared to say anything, and no one had the intention to say anything.
The last person who spoke randomly has now gone to the church and been resurrected. Who knows what will happen to the next one?
No matter how arrogant the Oshur people are at heart, they still understand in their hearts that they are actually unreasonable at the moment.
It was only when everyone left that their eyes turned angry when they looked at Fang Plover. Who caused all this? Of course, people would not look for the reasons within themselves, but would have reason to pour all their anger on their opponents.
"catch him!"
Amasite shouted coldly.
"The Great Alchemist of Amasht." Fang Plover spoke to this person for the first time.
Amasite couldn't help but pause and raised his head to hear what this arrogant young man was going to say. He originally didn't take this Kaolin man seriously, but Fang Plover's negligence made him care.
Fang Plover looked at Friston who was aside. The president had been silent since before, but the other party did not go to the imperial side. Instead, he stayed not far away from him, with a calm face, and just watched silently. As everything happens.
The young man turned his eyes and asked, "Do you still remember where this place is?"
"This is naturally the hall of the Holy King."
"No," Fang Yu shook his head, "This is Ai Yin Block."
Amasite was startled, then realized what he meant, and shook his head with a sneer, "Young man, this fortress was built by the Imperial people. Everything in it was built on the hard work of Oshur's predecessors, and it has something to do with you. What does it matter?"
It really doesn't matter.
But it was built in that ancient era, when the elves of Numelin had not yet left. Would the first generation of mortal craftsmen who built it know that one day their descendants would turn their guns against their own people?
Mortal fortresses eventually become minions facing one's own people.
"Mr. Great Alchemist, have you ever thought that one day this fortress will show its sword to its own people?"
Fang Yu asked this question to the great alchemist, which obviously angered Amasite. The other party interrupted coldly: "That's nonsense," he waved his hand, "We will not deal with someone like you who has anything to do with dark forces. If you have any connections, you are not one of our own."
Having said that, there is nothing more to talk about.
The silver-helmeted knights had formed a human wall and were approaching the center, but Fang Plover raised his hand towards them, and rows of spears flashed out of the void and stabbed them.
"careful!"
"He is also a battle craftsman!"
But the knight who rushed at the front had already flown back, and the rest of them also fell back. In the flickering blue light, tall structures appeared one after another behind Fang Plover - the ones who were standing there. They are lancers armed with spears.
The spears in his hands are like a forest, and the flags are flying.
"Resisting stubbornly," Amasite yelled angrily, "Combat Craftsman, take him down."
He knew that the aristocratic children of the Silver Helm Knights of Ayinbrok were not trustworthy at all, and they had already made arrangements. At this time, a group of combat alchemists wearing black coats had already stepped outside the hall.
The Osu craftsmen were looking at this, and after listening to Amasite's words, they immediately raised the magic gloves in their hands and pointed at Fang Plover.
Just when they raised their hands, something unexpected happened.
Sooner or later, the floor of the hall suddenly trembled, like an indescribable shock wave coming from beneath the ground.
But it was not so much a tremor as it was that the entire ground was tilting, cracks occurred on the stone pillars, and the hall was slowly rising amidst creaking sounds. The drastic change made everyone wonder for a moment, "What happened?"
"What's wrong?"
But the tilt was still happening, making everyone's footing unstable. The silver-helmeted knights who were descendants of nobles were even more staggering.
Amasite was supported by others. He was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed drastically as he realized something. He immediately raised his head and looked at Fang Plover. The great alchemist was so shocked that he opened his mouth and suddenly lost his words:
"you……"
But Fang Plover was still where he was, with his feet nailed to the ground motionless. He looked at them and said:
"I said."
"It's not me—"
The ground is rising, and the giant beast is waking up.
…
Ming, who walked out of the hall, was the first among everyone to notice the abnormality.
Of course, with her strength, she would not be affected by the tilt of the ground. She just turned around and waved her hand, and constructs flashed and appeared here. Each construct reached out to support the contestants around them. .
But she raised her head, a look of shock flashed in her eyes.
"this……"
"This is impossible..."
She actually said to herself.
But that's actually possible -
Princess Brianne was shaking off the hand that was trying to hold her construct. Her Royal Highness the Princess looked at the ground with a strange light in her eyes. She turned back, with some unspeakable thoughts running through her heart, just like ten five years ago.
The moment she chose to leave the Elf Court and go to the front line.
Finally, her heart sank and she made up her mind to go back in that direction.
And at the feet of this elf princess, the veins of ether are passing through the sea of light, forming a torrent.
The raging magic power there once again flows through the river that has been dry for thousands of years. They are passing through every pipe under this corridor, passing through any of the more than 12,000 circuits, and passing through 140,000 resonance crystals. , every gear, detent claw, and thirteen-layer heat dissipation system.
In the underground monitoring cabin of the Imperial Workshop, alarm lights that had not been turned on for at least three centuries simultaneously emitted dazzling red light. The craftsmen on duty there were in a state of chaos. They saw with their own eyes the mechanical automatic machines that had been cut off. connect.
The craftsmen screamed as if it was the end of the world:
"This is impossible!"
"The connection mechanism of the fortress was physically disconnected thirty years ago..."
"Who reconnected them?"
But a bright light pivot penetrated directly from the top of the entire fortress to the bottom.
From top to bottom throughout the fortress, the seven main core crystals lit up one after another.
The craftsmen standing in the core transmission rooms looked at this scene as if they were watching a miracle. They raised their hands, not knowing whether to pray to Ori or ask the God of Knowledge Anji what happened.
"The main control system is disconnected from us..."
"The resonance crystal is not responding..."
"Someone has invaded the central system!"
"who is it?"
But everyone understood that something was coming back.
Although for ten centuries, this miracle created by the first generation of alchemists has never revealed its true appearance again.
Within the hall.
Under the horrified gaze of the great alchemist Amasite, a steady stream of magic power was being generated from Fang Plover's feet. The zigzagging light circuits unfolded with him as the center, forming a criss-crossing network of light.
Then blend into the floor of the hall.
The young man said nothing, and a great consciousness entered the fortress.
Amashe opened his mouth wide, thinking it was a dragon soul.
"You really got Dragon Soul No. 3 from the Silver Tower..."
"How is it possible? That's not...?"
"No, Dragon Soul No. 3 can't do it either... then..."
But, that’s not actually——
Dragon Queen, Alessa is opening her eyes.
Two golden eyes in the darkness penetrated the dense fog like blazing beams of light.
The fire of Venus fell into dust, and the empire was engulfed in flames.
…
On Block Thirteen.
The technical officer with the long feathers on his helmet was walking at the front and suddenly raised his hand, causing the entire team to stop behind him.
Then he raised his head and stared dumbly at the rising shadow in the sky——
That behemoth is like a life given by steel. There are countless pipe networks and truss structures on the body, and every huge gear, transmission device, and escapement structure that is slowly running under the body is roaring and vibrating. Lift it up slowly.
It was like a city was given life and slowly rose into the sky. When it stood up, it tore off all the restraints and connecting pipes on its body, shook off the dust, and rose from the horizon, emitting a low and long sound. Trumpet.
The rails in the sky were collapsing, and the trains running on them were already in chaos. The imperial soldiers in black armor were trying to stop the trains, but the alchemists in black trench coats only looked ahead in shock——
Looking at the miracle of alchemy, it woke up from a thousand years of slumber and rose up, like a long-dormant giant beast, revealing its fangs again.
Everyone stopped.
Every resident of Ayinbrok feels a little sluggish. They have heard about the history of this city since they were born, about the battle that decided the fate of mortals thousands of years ago, the battle in which the empire was established.
But over thousands of years, the former fortress has been covered with layers of later buildings and pipes, like shackles, locking it firmly to this land, using its hearth to provide the city with light.
They have only heard the legendary stories, but have never seen the true appearance of this fortress.
Until now.
At the moment when the giant core furnace of the magical beast was disconnected from the entire city, the operation of half of Ainbrok was interrupted at the same time, and more than one-third of the city was plunged into darkness.
Everyone on the street fell into a kind of possessed shock. They watched the ancient fortress come back to life, watched the huge giant slowly stand up, turn, lift its feet, It fell and the ground shook.
The soldiers of the Imperial Army saw a wave of stones sweeping over from the block in front. Small stones were bounced directly into the sky. The stone slabs on the long street surged up one after another. The surrounding rows of shops sprouted from the outer walls of one after another. crack.
The fortress was trembling, but it still stood. A light lit up in the thick smoke, like the eyes of a giant beast opening, and then it lifted one foot forward. It was a towering spire and countless steel truss structures. The illegal structures added by future generations for thousands of years were thrown away, along with the imperial troops and craftsmen on duty inside.
People and buildings were thrown high into the sky together, and then fell heavily.
But no one cares about the fate of these poor creatures.
Because Ayin Block is waking up.
It was originally the name of a miraculous fortress, but now it has just returned to this meaning.
The fortress let out a long whimper, and the scream even covered up the siren that resounded in the sky of Ayinbrok. People stared in stunned silence as the 'behemoth' stood up, shaking off all the 'dust' on its body, just like Same as it was thousands of years ago.
Then it raised its 'barbs' and 'fangs', and pointed the fortress cannons in the air.
that moment.
People finally saw that this miracle created by alchemy came from the afterglow of thousands of years ago.
In the airport area of Aiyin Block's giant steel tower, the dispatched imperial fleet finally realized that something was wrong. Every sergeant on the ship was horrified. The herald was pale and shouted hoarsely: "Turn! Turn -!" "
"Full right rudder, leave the airspace!"
"Be careful, pay attention to the distance from other ships!"
Everyone tried their best, and the navigator’s hair stood on end at the helm.
But it was no use. The entire airport area and even the giant steel tower were now completely covered by the firepower guidance of the Ayinbrok Mobile Fortress. Its artillery fire was originally built to deal with the army of the dark dragon.
But at this moment, he was just targeting his own people.
"No--!"
Amasite looked at the young man in front of him, and his voice became a little sharp due to nervousness: "You know what it means to destroy an empire's fleet. You will fight the empire to death!"
Fang Yu looked at the old great alchemist and suddenly lost interest. He originally thought that someone who had reached this position would at least behave a little differently, "I thought that was how you originally planned to treat the Seven Seas Brigade."
Amasite suddenly stopped talking, and the color completely faded from his face.
Of course he knew what that meant.
At that moment, he subconsciously looked at Friston aside, but the president didn't even look at him. He just turned around and said, "Amasite, there has never been an alchemist." They will stand still because of the threat.”
And Fang Yu also listened to Alessa's scream in his mind:
"Ed——!"
It is waiting for the final command to kill.
Princess Brianne returned to the hall at that moment and looked at him. Fang Yu naturally saw the bright eyes of Her Royal Highness the Princess, "Ed," Brianne also shouted, "The elf Alvin Quinn has never forgotten the blood feud, and what I said still stands -"
The war that took place fifteen years ago has never ended.
The Fenrisians will also stand with them.
The kingdom has long since fallen apart, and it is difficult to bridge different people with just a crown. At that moment, disaster is approaching, and people still need a belief and reason to unite.
At that moment, she made a decision——
Just like the rebellious princess fifteen years ago.
Fang Yu was startled, then he looked back at the noble daughter in the hall, and then at Tenerik on the other side, and both of them nodded to him.
The next moment the boy closed his eyes, then opened them and said:
"Fire."
A blinding flash of light.
The sky of the empire was torn apart as the call to war.
...(End of chapter)
