The Crimson Empire, Silver Peak Province in the southern border.
On the high mountain peaks, fortresses covered with scorch marks still remain, guarded by soldiers, and below is an endless sea of flags.
After the initial setbacks, more support arrived from the rear of the empire. Banners representing the nobles of the central empire gradually gathered, and one by one, lords and their private soldiers began to support the general on his southern expedition.
The roaring cannons continued to fire, and meteorites roared down, bombarding the barriers on the hillside.
The dust and smoke were flying, and the deafening sound made it impossible to remain calm. Everywhere was the sound of artillery bombardment, enemy shooting, our own counterattack, and the sound of horns calling for a charge.
One after another, bronze chariots rose from the foot of the mountain and began to move up the mountain. These chariots were made of mountain copper and were extremely heavy. However, they could stand firm and continue to move forward even in the face of artillery fire from the mountain.
These chariots are the trump cards of the Golden Maned Bear Legion. They are extremely heavy. One chariot moving on the ground is like four elephants stacked on top of each other, difficult to shake and unstoppable.
There are fang horns in front of the chariots, which can spray high-temperature boiling "blue snow flames". Even steel can quickly melt into liquid in it. After nearly a month of confrontation on the front line, these chariots finally arrived slowly from the rear. Speed is probably their only flaw.
In the sky, huge dragons with shining scales were circling continuously. They were the elite few of the dragon sequence in the empire. After transforming into dragons, they had the strength equivalent to that of sequence 7 monsters.
Under the cover of artillery fire from the rear, these giant dragons flew across the open sky, dropping flames from the sky, burning places behind the mountains that could not be bombed by artillery fire.
On this battlefield filled with the roar of artillery fire, a soldier covered in armor stood on the top of a mountain, overlooking the area below.
Feeling the choking smoke slowly approaching, the scorching fire stream brushed across the outer layer of the armor, and a burning sensation came from the skin.
Loran Hill slowly opened his eyes under the mask, and his gaze swept across the battlefield below where the sound of killing was boiling. He silently watched the chariots getting closer and closer, until they were about to reach the barriers on the mountain.
It's time.
The 'nameless' hero muttered to himself, then drew his sword from its sheath, making a gentle friction sound.
The long, narrow blade was incredibly straight, giving off a sense of solidity and credibility. As the warrior closed his grip on the sword, gusts of air continuously swirled around the blade.
The high-speed rotating airflow brought a sharp whistling sound, and the edge of the sword even rubbed against the airflow to produce tiny sparks, which was frightening.
As he watched the ramparts and bunkers below begin to succumb to the advancing orichalcum chariots, the 'nameless' warrior leaped from the sky.
A long red ribbon fluttered at the end of the hilt, and the sword rose straight up against the wind, smashing into the heavy bronze chariot amid the shouts and shock of countless people.
The metal made a creaking sound as it twisted and tore, and the thick orichalcum was torn apart bit by bit by the constantly vibrating and rubbing sword body, revealing the panicked soldiers inside. Then the chariot rolled over, and the remaining traces of the sword, after tearing the body away, brought up a burst of flashing red sparks, which floated across the smoke and dust-covered battlefield.
Rampant power and violence were unleashed on the battlefield, and then the warrior, holding a long sword in his hand, began to gallop across the battlefield. The long and narrow sword was like a fang, tearing and overturning the extremely heavy chariots.
Sparks flew, blue flames brushed past, and the burning armor sometimes reflected a red color like a branding iron, with wisps of white steam emerging from under the armor from time to time.
Pain, shock, stuffiness, choking, all kinds of uncomfortable feelings came from all over the body, forcing the girl under the armor to tremble and close one eye sometimes.
Yes, she is a witch, the original one of the past, and the heir to the crown. She doesn't need to step into the battlefield in such a mess. She can just stand at the back and command easily.
However, if we want to reduce casualties and sacrifices, sometimes we have to take such difficult actions.
People need hope and heroes because timid hearts need encouragement and role models, because feelings of inferiority need courage to overcome, and because such backs bring people immense faith and touch.
That fearless figure cannot be replaced by anyone commanding safely from behind.
The people are smart, the people are stupid, the people are simple, they are only willing to follow behind such heroes.
If I just stay in the rear and give remote commands, I'm afraid I will eventually disappoint everyone. What they need is a solid wall that can withstand fire and cold wind, not fragile and precious gems.
Therefore, it has reached the point where we can no longer wait and see.
After her companions arrived, she was finally able to join the battlefield with peace of mind.
Under the mask, those eyes slowly swept across the battlefield, and then he swung the sword again, slashing down amid countless gazes and shouts, cutting into the extremely heavy bronze chariot.
The blue flames gushed out, making the surrounding air hot and suffocating, and the body under the armor was also hot and uncomfortable, but in the end he was not injured.
Thanks to K'ti's blessing, this body was protected from the high temperature of the flames. The free high-temperature particles flew away after touching the body and no longer continued to contact it.
The long and narrow sword inserted into the chariot was slowly pulled out, causing a tear in the gap, and then the chariot was separated, and the soldiers inside fled in all directions.
The bronze line that had been climbing upwards began to collapse. A figure running and slashing attracted countless people's attention on the battlefield. With his actions, the situation on the battlefield began to slowly tilt.
"Bring me my battle axe." Basel shouted from the platform.
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