novelslam Chapter 759 - 322: Reaching for the Sun
Chapter 759 - 322: Reaching for the Sun
Oooh~
The deep sound of the horn reverberates across the battlefield.
The Plague Tyrant’s Demon Legion surges forth from the spatial rift at the back of the battlefield, like a tide.
Wave after wave.
From a bird’s-eye view, you can hardly see the bare ground.
Hideous faces, sharp claws and fangs, robust bodies, frenzied postures... all appear chilling.
And these demons are covered with deadly bacteria, but once they enter this plane, the bacteria dissolve instantly under the scorching sun in the air.
Rendering them harmless.
That’s why this war is so fierce.
The air buzzes with the clamor of battle cries, the stench of blood wafting on the wind, piercing the nostrils.
All that meets the eye are the roaring demons and screaming city guard warriors.
The medieval fantasy world’s brutal combat erupts unrestrained on this land.
With rousing music, it would be the grandest epic film.
But no movie, however realistic, can capture the battlefield’s brutality.
Especially for the warriors involved, who have no time for anything else, only to swing their swords, again and again!
To kill every enemy in front of them!
But there are too many demons, and even if the strongest plague cannot cause harm, it still pushes the unyielding warriors on the city walls to the brink of collapse, the solid defense gradually crumbling...
Yet in this battle of life and death, no one retreats.
Group after group of warriors rush from behind the city walls, without hesitation, onto the wall, throwing themselves into the meat grinder of the front line.
In their eyes, there is fear of death, terror of demons, yet... no one steps back, no one flees.
Even if their hands tremble and their legs shake with fear, they still roar and charge to the front.
Like moths to a flame, frenzied and tragic.
"Princess Rachelia... the Demon Army is too ferocious, we can’t hold them!!"
"Should we use the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony to summon the Guardian of the Garcia Plane, Your Majesty?!"
"Your Highness, we can’t hesitate any longer..."
In the central part of White Stone City, built against a mountain, inside a grand and majestic building, dozens of high-ranking officials from the Crown Tribe are watching the lady standing straight in front of the throne with intense emotions.
She appears to be in her late twenties, wearing a Platinum Crown, clad in pure black armor, exuding a solemn and dignified aura.
Holding a pure white Ritual Sword, eyes as dark as night staring ahead.
Her exquisite and flawless face carries a strong killing intent, the vermilion dot in the center of her brow seemingly adorned with fresh blood.
Looking at the excited crowd inside, she slowly closes her eyes.
"The Garcia Plane has been out of contact for thousands of years, and over a hundred messengers sent to find the legend... none have returned, all were our finest warriors!"
"I think... we should face the reality, we have lost the Guardian’s protection."
The restlessness in the air suddenly fell silent, with many showing expressions of pain and despair.
The cruel reality before them forced them to accept this fact they didn’t want to acknowledge.
Feeling the drop in morale, the lady suddenly opened her eyes, looking down at the crowd.
"But so what?!"
Her tone was intensely emotional and high-pitched.
"The future of the Crown Tribe absolutely cannot rely on such ethereal legends!"
"My comrades! We relied on ourselves before, and we still can now!"
"Relay my orders, burn the Crown of the Sun... let the enemy’s blood stain this land red!"
"Death and destruction cannot conquer White Stone City, nor the bloodline of the Master of the Crown!"
"Hold our heads high, sing our battle song, today, let those demons feel the sword edge of the Crown Tribe!"
The throne carved from pure white stone stands behind her, the sunlight piercing through the transparent roof tiles above, illuminating the great hall with brightness.
Watching that young and resolute face, the dozens of high-ranking Crown Tribe members slowly straighten their spines.
Their eyes gradually burn with fervor.
"Follow you to the death, Princess Rachelia!"
Even without the support of the divine bloodline, the Crown Tribe is no sacrificial lamb!
And if death comes, so what?!
Oooh~ oooh~
A deep and exhilarating horn sound echoes from the heart of White Stone City’s central building.
The city’s residents and warriors instinctively turn their heads back.
In that instant, every breath held, eyes bloodshot.
The warriors on the wall firmly grip their swords, resolutely turn back, facing the hideous demons charging the walls.
At the same time, a low and steadfast song gradually rises in every corner of the city.
"♫~ On the edge of blood and fire,
We stand unyielding,
Bloodline of the Master of the Crown,
Burning within our chests!
Our souls,
Never yield to darkness!
Raise your sword, ignite your heart,
The light of the Crown guides our way!"
The warriors on the city walls slowly hum along with the song.
Within their chests, a fire seems to burn fiercely.
Dispelling exhaustion, consuming fear.
Their eyes turn wild as they raise their war sabers, long swords, roaring as they charge, the collapsing defense instantly stabilizing, even forcefully pushing back the demons charging the wall.
And at this moment, from the center of White Stone City, a valiant figure holding a Ritual Sword, clad in full body armor, slowly appears at the end of the street.
Behind her are warriors singing in low voices, wielding long sabers and sharp swords.
The battle song slowly grows louder, as more people emerge from the houses on either side of the street, joining the ranks, converging into a stream.