For this decisive battle, the Frost Alliance deployed approximately 800,000 troops, reaching the limit of its troop recruitment. While the remaining logistics personnel were numerous, most of them lacked fighting spirit and training, making them unable to confront the enemy head-on.
On the other hand, the Starlight Alliance deployed an army of about 1.2 million, including 300,000 from the Gufia Orc Alliance, 800,000 from the Clansian Army, 60,000 from the Sanctuary Elite, and 40,000 from the Black Rock Volunteer Army. There were even more logistics personnel who transported the necessary supplies almost day and night.
It is the cool autumn season, the air is a little dry, and under the sunlight, it emits a slight smell of dead branches and fallen leaves.
As a knight of the National Order who had just completed training, Cooper also slowly stepped into the forefront of the battlefield along with his superior officers.
The view is of an open expanse of green grass, gently undulating in the wind. If you don't look far away, this should be a peaceful and tranquil place.
However, at the end of the field of vision, several kilometers away, the formation of the same troops was not so peaceful. Facing south, with the sun at the front of the sky, the soldiers of the Frost Alliance were somewhat blurred by the sunlight that scattered into halos. Only the gleaming blades of their guns could be seen, reflected in the sunlight.
Behind these phalanxes stood a column of golems, towering like mountains. According to others in the team, the Frost Alliance had mobilized 24 golem legions, nearly 4,000 golems spread across the front lines to supplement their firepower and provide cover for the assault.
Cooper prayed that the golems' artillery fire wouldn't hit him during the subsequent charge, pursing his dry lips and tightening his grip on the slightly sweaty gun handle. As a newly promoted member of the Knights, this was his first time on the battlefield.
As for the airship hovering in the sky, it's not my turn to worry about it. With so many people at the scene, I can only blame my bad luck for being hit by its fire.
"Get ready!" An officer's shout rang out not far from my ear, and the sound was like a signal, followed by the sound of metal friction and collision.
Cooper also pulled down the steel mask on his head, slamming it shut. The short, metallic vibrations traveled through his bones into his mind, bringing him back to consciousness. From then on, his vision became narrow and pitch black, with only a few thin slits allowing him to clearly see what was ahead.
Just like what the instructor said during training, when the mask is pulled down, there is no way back, and you can only see the way forward.
He took a deep breath nervously, his chest rising and falling slightly with the tight armor. Although it was not a hot day, sweat broke out on his back.
"Raise your shields! Enemy attack." A rapid shout rang out in the position and reached Cooper's ears. He looked into the distance and saw dazzling flashes coming out of the muzzles of some golems. Before he could think about what kind of attack it was, a heat wave swept through his body, making it difficult for him to breathe.
One after another, the comet-like fire bombs drew long parabolas and fell into the position with long flame tails.
Just as the flames grew larger, threatening to engulf him, translucent golden walls of light appeared in the sky ahead. The comet-like fireballs, after passing through these walls, seemed to lose their color and warmth, becoming sparse and fragile. Even if they struck a few people, they would only cause minor injuries.
"...This is the holy land for removing inflammation." Priests in black robes chanted in unison in the back. With their prayers and spells, the wall of light in the sky became thicker.
While it couldn't neutralize the surging kinetic energy, it could filter out the fiery magic and reduce the power of the explosion. With the presence of these priests, at least the first few rounds of artillery fire wouldn't cause significant damage to our side.
After the artillery fire, Cooper heard the commander's shout again.
"Synchronization begins—"
He activated the extraordinary core in his body, and a shock-like shudder flashed through his body and mind, and then he felt the extraordinary cores of the people around him that were also working.
At this moment, Cooper closed his eyes slightly, feeling as if he was in a huge and complex network, and the emotions and wills of his comrades around him were also conveyed through the network.
The previous tension and a little fear were immediately enveloped by this magnificent and vast emotion, and then disappeared without a trace. What remained was the high morale of unity and the strong confidence of invincibility.
"...And so, a divine barrier descended from the sky to protect this place."
Three high priests of Sequence 8 angels presided over a grand ceremony at the rear of the army. 30,000 priests in white robes sang in unison, and scattered pure white light particles fell from the sky. When these light particles landed on the knights present, a faint white light flashed across their armor and bodies.
"Hold your spear tightly and hold your head high." The officer's voice sounded in my ears again.
"Forward, Clancy!"
The shouts of countless comrades beside him gave Cooper a brief tinnitus, and he also let out a shout to vent everything.
As the final charge order was given, the entire army formation seemed to come alive. The stationary spears began to move forward, from slow to fast, from dense to sparse. Rumbling and trembling sounds were also heard from the ground. For a moment, the ground was filled with smoke and dust, and the sound of people talking was deafening.
Endless wind blew in from the gaps in the mask, carrying a scorching breath that kept passing across his face, but Cooper's heart had never been so peaceful.
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 densely distributed in the array like stars, resonating with each other. The veins of magic are connected into one piece and gathered together to form a vast and endless torrent in the wilderness. The swallowtail flags on the tips of the guns are surging like a white ocean.
The cloak behind him fluttered rapidly in the strong wind, making a loud noise. His eyes were fixed on the front. As the enemy in front became clearer and closer, the knights gradually put down their lances and stood forward.
The first and final moment has arrived.
The airship in the sky dropped crimson fire, blowing up pieces of flesh and dirt. Broken stones hit the armor with dense sounds, and he continued to move forward.
The golem's cannon's gleaming muzzle blazed with brilliant light, its scorching rays brushing past his ears as several familiar figures vanished at the edge of his vision. He heard painful roars behind him as he continued forward.
The gray-green shields standing upright were like a city wall, and sharp spears were pointed straight at his eyebrows. With an angry roar coming from his chest, he continued to move forward.
"You will march forward like a chariot until you die."
The lance in his hand thrust forward with a burning force, and the red-gold tip of the lance shattered the fragile and thick shield.
Whether it is——
Armor, flesh, and bones
Or maybe——
Metal, machinery, barrier
Or maybe——
Soldier, Mage, General
All were shattered and burned by the blazing spears
In the end, the glorious banners and spears overwhelmed everything, and the end of faith turned into a glorious victory.
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