The voice is slightly hoarse, yet quiet and sacred.
As the song began to sound, an invisible breeze seemed to blow across the battlefield, the magic power of the demon sequence was greatly suppressed, and the air began to overflow with pure white magical light sand.
"On the other side of the mountain!" A shout rang out on the earth.
Panside turned around and saw hundreds of nuns in gray appearing on the hillside in the distance. These nuns all wore the same shawl robes, hoods on their heads, and gray cloth covering their eyes.
They prayed and sang in unison, and a wind made of light blew towards the earth.
"The Gray Nun of the Sanctuary!"
Looking at the reinforcements that appeared, Panside let out a low roar, then led the red-robed nobles behind him to fly over there.
If these nuns were allowed to continue chanting hymns and performing domain magic, the extraordinary strength of the empire would be greatly suppressed, and the other side would be able to greatly increase the strength of the holy shield and allow the white-robed priests to rescue a large number of wounded.
The golden-red long sword was drawn from his waist, and there was a metal rose decoration on the guard. Panside held the family heirloom blood-red rose sword, and a sense of glorious mission emerged in his heart.
This was one of the 27 Blood Rose Swords bestowed upon his vassals by the founding monarch, Yalin. He, too, was descended from one of the 27 pure-blood noble families. Now he sought to restore the glory of his ancestors and engrave his name upon the coat of arms of honor.
This noble genius of Devil Sequence 6 leaped forward, his figure like red lightning, and instantly slashed at the group of gray nuns.
clang!
Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be as lucky as his ancestors today. Two special long swords blocked the red sword with engraved patterns.
The two swords were unsharpened, like long rulers, with notches on them to hold the sharp and dangerous blades.
"Who are you!?" He was surprised as he looked at the blindfolded nun who suddenly stopped him.
But the other party did not answer, and then two iron-gray swords crossed and easily penetrated his body, making him kneel on the ground powerlessly.
The blood-red wings behind him gradually dissipated, and blood continued to flow out from the wound. It was a gift from an angel, a wound that the devil could not heal on its own, allowing all the warmth to slowly flow out of it.
Panside couldn't understand why he suddenly failed, and his consciousness gradually became blurred at this moment. The sounds of fighting and gunfire in his ears seemed to become a distant dream, and the world gradually became dead and cold.
So this is death? He slowly closed his eyes and fell under the simple gray linen dress.
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Fengxiao Province, central battlefield.
The battle was in full swing, the air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder, and the ground was littered with fallen corpses and bullet craters.
Clancy's front retreated again and again, and seemed to have reached the brink of final collapse, but the battle would not end there.
Just as the black and red tide was about to break up the white-background-with-gold-stars line, reinforcements finally arrived.
One pure white flag after another appeared in the sky, accompanied by the sound of galloping horses' hooves, and those young lives came from the distant horizon.
These cavalrymen in plain armor, holding spears in their hands, kept urging their horses to rush towards the battlefield under the setting sun.
They were reserve soldiers from various counties in the interior of Crancia. Although they didn't have time to receive complete equipment for a while, time was of the essence. Now they were about to embark on a life-or-death battlefield, defending their beloved country with their lives and blood.
Nearly 300,000 cavalrymen pointed their lances into the sky and rushed towards the ravaged battlefield amid billowing smoke and dust.
Since the outbreak of the war, Clancy has been continuously recruiting reserve soldiers, and military education has begun in countless places. All young people must receive local military training and be prepared for war at all times.
Now the first batch of reserves has finally completed training. They have gathered from all over the place, assembled in Solander, and then arrived at the battlefield today.
The wind was howling, and rolling dust was flying with the sound of horse hooves. The smell of dust and gunpowder filled the mouth and nose, but at this moment the heart was beating like the scorching sun.
Once upon a time, they lived in a dead and gray world, and they still can't forget those difficult and hard days.
Dry and sandy black bread, working under the scorching sun, a skinny father, brothers and sisters who starved to death in his arms, unfair laws, cold-blooded ridicule and contempt, and a narrow house that could not shelter him from the wind and rain.
It seems like there is no hope in the world anymore, and I don’t know where the future will lead.
And on that day, a ray of light pierced through the dark clouds and shone into this world, bringing him warmth and hope.
From then on, he held high this banner and vowed to defend everything about it until the end of his life and the end of the world.
Now, it's time to fulfill that promise.
"Hurray, Clancy!"
Long spears were lowered from the air, placed in front of the horses, and rushed towards the black and red world with an unstoppable momentum.
The wind was howling and the setting sun was blood-red.
With the charge accelerating to the extreme, the young cavalrymen fearlessly rushed towards the enemy formation, tearing it apart continuously, and as the blood flowers bloomed, young and fiery lives appeared one after another.
Bravery is not the absence of fear, but knowing the truth and still choosing to move forward.
"You will march forward like a chariot until you die."
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