The sky, which had just cleared up, began to shine again, and countless birds of prey replaced the dark clouds and once again covered the sky above everyone's heads.

The figure of the Ain El elf was like a flying emerald, but by now it had basically become broken into pieces. The bright cloak had become scattered strips after being soaked in blood, and the body that was once like a leopard was no longer agile.

Compared to when they first arrived in this world, the determination in their eyes is no longer firm.

"Why did the portal disappear? How do we go back?!" an elf shouted in panic.

The next second, the Imperial Guard's spear pierced his body, eliminating the elf's troubles.

"Protect His Majesty!" The morale of the Imperial Guards remained high until this moment. Although Emhyr's prestige in the Nilfgaardian army had been damaged due to years of war, the guards themselves were the most loyal group of people.

"Hand over our Majesty!" The commander of the Ain El tribe roared back even though he was panicked.

At this moment, the coalition forces in the North poured into the battlefield like a torrent. The war cries echoed on the battlefield like thunder, pushing the cruelty and anxiety of the war to the peak at this moment.

The roaring lion head with its head raised dazzled the eyes of the Imperial Guards - the elven soldiers falling from the sky could be explained by magic, but was the northern coalition forces crossing from the front line to the City of Golden Tower also magic?

It's clear that a few years ago, the gap in magic between the North and the South was not that big!

The faces of the Ain El elves were grim. At first, they only saw the humans charging in the front and thought they were reinforcements of the Imperial Guard.

But then other dwarves, halflings, dryads, and even elves surrounded them from all sides, making them dazed for a moment.

"Those are...Ion Seed?"

boom!

There was no need to distinguish between enemies and friends, and all they saw were enemies. The Northern Legion just crashed into the Imperial Guards and the alien army at the same time.

“Sizzle—”

The most elite troops of their respective races were present, and they were able to react quickly and have some of them turn around to face the newly appeared enemy. The soldiers on the boarding board immediately parried their weapons and swung their swords at the enemy.

However, there was no blood spraying or steel tearing. Instead, the swords in their hands seemed to hit an invisible protective shield, and dazzling lightning burst out from the bodies of the Northern soldiers in front of them!

"Ahhh——" The soldier in iron armor twitched and fell to the ground. Even if he was lucky enough not to be electrocuted at the first moment, he would be trampled to death by the soldiers who followed within three breaths.

On the other hand, the Northern Alliance was unharmed in this first wave of contact.

"What kind of magic is this! How can humans cast such magic!" the Ain Els shouted.

No one was interested in responding. The Northern soldiers dug into their formation like a drill.

But they have to face much more than that.

“Oh my god!!”

“Ahhh!!!”

The giant wielded an iron-studded staff as big as a tower, with an anchor at the end large enough to stop a flagship, and passed the soldiers of the North with every step.

After being nourished by magic and cultivated by druids, its size has become a little bigger than it was three years ago.

Two giant dragons sprinkled flames from great heights to disrupt the formation. They were also equipped with enchanted iron armor engraved with [Care·Modified]. Not only did they run rampant in the elven army, they also no longer had to give in to the siege crossbows that they once had to retreat from.

"bake--"

The Nilfgaardians had long known that these war monsters that had shone so brilliantly on the front lines could barely maintain their formation at this moment. They knew that these monsters were invincible, so they immediately changed their formation and began to prepare for retreat.

But the Ain El elves, who saw this scene for the first time, completely collapsed.

Although they are elite, they have not been in combat for hundreds of years, and their few daily activities are to take turns hunting unicorns.

At this moment, they came to another world to save the Alder King, but not only did they not see their king, but the way home was gone.

As more and more comrades were lost, one of the Elven Ain finally couldn't stand the pressure anymore and ran away.

Defeated!

After suffering successive attacks, the Ain El elves, who had barely maintained their formation, were completely defeated and became the first force to be eliminated.

But they didn't even know where to escape!

"These monsters are rushing towards crowded places. We are fleeing outside the city, but the city walls have been broken!" The sharp-eyed elf discovered the blind spot.

"Leave the battlefield first!"

…

The scattered small groups of troops were indeed not worthy of the attention of the ice giants and dragons, and they needed to be as effective as possible every minute and every second on the battlefield.

But Lann had already given the order not to take prisoners.

Then, another force in the sky began to take action.

“Sizzle—”

The fleeing Ain Ain elves suddenly found a burning object thrown in front of them.

"Is this... a raw alchemical explosive mixture?"

Even though he was already a deserter, the superiority engraved in his bones still made this Ain El soldier's eyes show contempt at the first moment.

But it quickly turned into fear.

because--

"boom!!"

The bundled [Beehive Bombs] exploded, and the scattered fragments directly pierced the small group of defeated soldiers, killing half of them on the spot; the remaining injured were only able to wail.

Leo swooped down triumphantly from high in the sky, shaking the griffin emblem on his chest, then took out another bundle of alchemical bombs from the griffin's saddle bag and threw it in another direction.

"boom!!!!"

This time it was a mixture of [Dancing Star] and [Dragon Dream] explosives, and the noise was several times louder than before!

Although the Griffin Knights are called "The Knights", Lann never thought of letting them fight using traditional knights' methods.

Are people fighting with spears in the sky? Your spear may not be as long as the wings of a griffin!

Let the griffin dive to fight? Don't want to use the good air superiority, but let others stab it down for fun?

The dragon has long demonstrated the correct way for an aerial overlord to fight: when flying in the sky, just spit fire downwards and that's it!

Although griffins cannot breathe fire, the knights on their backs can do the job for them.

High-altitude bombing is the correct combat method for air forces!

"boom!!!"

Leo wiped out another group of fleeing soldiers.

Giants and dragons clear out the most densely packed enemies, while griffin riders rely on their high-altitude vision and long-range attacks.

They can become the best battlefield blockers! No one can escape from this land!

This is a unit that has only been established for a year, and the potential of the Griffin Knights is far more than this. When the griffins are artificially bred and their numbers really grow explosively, they will completely replace the dragons on the battlefield under Lann!

…

"call out--"

A sharp arrow flew up from the ground. Leo, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, slapped the griffin to the side and used its thick breastplate to catch the arrow.

"bite--"

The arrow flew out.

"Bloed! How on earth did these Dh'oine put together such an army? They are monsters flying in the sky, but the armor they wear is so strong that even arrows can't penetrate it!"

The Elf Legion Commander cursed: "Did Ain Sid lose to this kind of troops more than a thousand years ago? How come the Red Knights never said there are such troops in the mountains!"

Time did not allow him to reflect much. After dodging the sneak attack, Leo retaliated by throwing down twenty alchemical bombs tied together.

"Boom!!!!" Even the broken city wall on the side was affected by the shock wave and collapsed completely.

Leo smiled with satisfaction.

However, when the smoke and dust cleared, the scene before him shocked him.

A thick protective shield protected the elf firmly. Only then did Leo realize that the armor of this elf was much more advanced than those he had bombed before. He didn't expect that he was a warlock mixed in with the warriors.

It's a bit troublesome.

The warlock in front of him began to chant a spell. If he really cast some magic like lightning, no matter how thick the armor was, it would not be able to protect Leo and his fierce griffin.

…

"It's okay, go find the other stragglers, and leave this to me." A voice suddenly came from Leo's saddle bag.

It's a magic communicator. Although Leo, as a young generation, did not join the [Monster Council] of Lambert and his group, as a new demon hunter who replaced Lann to join the Griffin School, he still won the favor of his predecessors.

Not only did Leo receive personal training from Lann, but his equipment and props were also basically provided by Kelda and Geron without hindering his growth.

For example, this magic communicator is an equipment that other members of the Griffin Knights do not have.

So whose voice is coming from the communicator?

——Cohen, a demon hunter from the Griffin School who had undergone a second mutation, walked out of the smoke.

He waved at Leo from a distance, signaling the little guy to get out of here quickly, and not to provoke enemies he couldn't handle even on the battlefield in the future.

The elven warlock immediately changed direction and roared.

The blazing lightning shot towards Cohen!

The demon hunter did not dodge, but fired the [Alder Seal] with his backhand, and condensed into a substantial air cannon to directly disperse the lightning!

Afterwards, the remaining power continued, and a horizontal shock wave comparable to a bomb explosion burst out in all directions!

"call--"

There was a lot of smoke and dust, and the noise was deafening, but Cohen frowned.

Because the warlock in front of him actually put up a protective shield like a turtle, and there were other Ain El elves coming towards this side not far away.

Cohen himself was acting alone as a guerrilla fighter. Although he was not in danger at the moment, it was quite troublesome.

So he shrugged, took out a magic signal device from his arms, and pointed it at the elven warlock.

Looking at the other person's face which changed drastically because of what he felt, Cohen chuckled softly.

"Times have changed, elves. Humans now have more powerful magic."

…

Triss chanted the spell loudly, and Yennefer supported her like the harmony of a choir.

Several sorceresses chanted together behind them, and accompanied by violent magical fluctuations, a huge meteorite was summoned from outside the astral realm.

It broke through the clouds and came into view.

With a bang, it fell on the edge of the Golden Tower City, accurately positioned.

Triss couldn't see Cohen thanking her from afar. She just tried her best to sense other signals coming from the city.

Then it continued to pull down tens of millions of tons of impact from the astral realm.

[Merigold's Meteor]!

Three years ago, Triss had no idea of ​​her potential, but after Lann's advice and development, Triss has finally grown into the peak image in Lann's memory.

Even Yennefer looked at Triss with amazement.

After a while, Triss let out a long sigh.

"There shouldn't be any other forces in this city that require our attention. Even if there are, Geralt and the others should be able to handle it themselves."

"After the Ain El elves, the Nilfgaardians also began to collapse - we are victorious, Lann."

Triss turned around and looked at the lion with its eyes closed.

After monitoring the battle situation from a high altitude, Lann no longer ran around or took any action. He just sensed the imprints of consciousness within the range.

At the same time, monitor the templates of your followers to make sure the battlefield is under your control.

After accumulating so much wealth for so long, they are now facing just the right enemy. If they still need to turn the tide, then Lann really needs to think about the meaning of this unit's existence.

Training troops is necessary, even if it means unifying the continent... and maybe we will need to continue fighting afterwards.

After a long while, Lann let out a long sigh.

Triss was right, they were about to win.

Just one step left.

…

"Your Majesty, please come this way."

Nilfgaard's court sorcerer and astrologer, Shasius, spoke in an old and vague voice.

The most elite team of Black Sun Guards surrounded him, guarding not him but the black-haired middle-aged man beside him.

Emhyr var Emreis, feared as "the white flame that dances upon the graves of my enemies", Emperor of Nilfgaard.

Emhyr walked hurriedly, unable to comprehend how things had come to this.

"Your Majesty, be careful! It's a griffin from the North!"

The soldier in the front gave a warning that a team of raptors from the north had spotted the retreating army!

Shashius chanted the spell immediately, hoping to take the initiative and shoot down a few griffins.

However, the next second, a dazzling protective shield appeared in the sky, causing Shashusius' pupils to shrink.

"There's a warlock among the enemies!"

These griffins did not dive down like the other knights who were bombing. All the knights jumped down from a height of about three stories above the ground, and drew their swords to kill the enemy without any buffer.

The leader was a knight wearing a lion-head emblem and holding a lion-head long sword. He rushed left and right in the crowd, wielding the sword like the wind, and had no enemy to match him.

"Stop them, their target is His Majesty!" Shasius shouted, "Protect His Majesty!"

The brave Nilfgaard Guards unleashed their strongest strength in their lives, determined to protect the emperor of the empire.

Emhyr's pupils suddenly contracted because he found a familiar figure behind these knights.

Familiar, yet strange. It was a woman with long silver hair, holding a rapier.

For other Nilfgaardians, "Lion Ran" is the person they are most familiar with and the person they must be familiar with; only Emhyr knows the current "Lioness Cirilla" best.

"Wait! Don't hurt that..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the woman in front of him bursting with bright emerald light.

Like a meteor from the sky passing through the ground, Ciri crossed the entire distance of the battlefield in an instant and rushed in front of Emhyr. All the soldiers blocking the way were like paper bodies in front of the rapier.

The sprayed blood laid out a scarlet path behind Ciri, like a path full of blooming roses.

Everything happened so fast.

Blood "crackled" to the ground. The guards around were about to turn their weapons against this woman who had broken into the enemy camp alone, but Enhyr had only said half of his words to stop her.

Then, Ciri's body burst into bright emerald light again.

With her as the center, the ground spread out emerald ripples in all directions like a lake that had been touched. Ciri used a breath to slightly gather strength, and then -

"Brush", "brush", "brush", "brush", "brush"——

At that moment, countless phantoms spread out from where Ciri was standing, and each phantom was heading towards a different enemy.

If Lann was here, he should be able to use the time-slowing effect of [Blink] or [Time Travel] to barely distinguish that these phantoms are Ciri flashing continuously at an extremely fast speed.

She uses the spreading "Emerald Ripples" as a radius, and continuously thrusts at extremely high speeds. Each time she flashes, she will appear behind an enemy, and then flash back to the original place again, preparing for the next thrust.

Because her speed was so fast, every time she protruded forward, an afterimage was left in the original place.

This is Ciri's ancient blood ability!

Everything happened in just a blink of an eye.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang", "Bang", "Bang", "Bang"

The guards around Emhyr all fell to the ground in a gap that was just enough for an ordinary man to swing his sword.

Ciri cleared out all the enemies around the target with just one move.

Due to the limitation of her bloodline development, her skill was not enough to clear the battlefield, and the spread of the emerald ripples was not enough to cover the entire battlefield. There were still a small number of enemies left, but they dared not move now.

Because Ciri's sword was at Emhyr's neck.

"That is you, Emhyr var Emreis, Emperor of Nilfgaard."

The rapier was against the emperor's chin, and Ciri exerted a little force, trying to make the emperor look up.

The emperor did not show any sign of being coerced, and refused to let Ciri enjoy the victory. His skin resisted the tip of the sword, and was directly pierced and blood flowed out.

Even so, Emhyr's face didn't wrinkle at all, and even his breathing didn't change.

Ciri frowned.

"Yes, it is me. I suppose you are Cirilla Fiona Iren Rayanlon."

Emhyr's voice was deep and magnetic, just like the black sun. Even in such a situation, he still maintained his pride.

However, everyone, whether the Cintrians who were killing the enemy or the Nilfgaardians who were eager to return to the emperor's aid, were stunned.

Because the scene before their eyes suddenly became strange, yet unusually harmonious.

Black Sun and the lioness, both of them held their heads high, both of them had cold expressions, both of them had arrogant eyes, and they both looked at each other with anger in their eyes.

It's not just a resemblance in temperament.

"I heard some news from Lann, about you and me." Ciri said coldly, "It was some disgusting news."

"Lane is always right, but this time I hope it was his negligence."

Emhyr looked at Ciri, and after staring at each other for a while, he finally couldn't help but raise his chin.

Because Ciri's rapier was getting more and more powerful, if Enhyr didn't dodge, he would be pierced through the chin by Ciri's merciless rapier.

“Your Lann is right,” Emhyr said regretfully.

A sudden flash of nostalgia flashed across his eyes: "Your eyes are the same as hers... the same as Pavetta's."

The anger in Ciri's eyes suddenly burst out.

She retracted her rapier and swung it horizontally. The slender blade swung out with the momentum of a shield strike.

The Nilfgaardian emperor's face twisted suddenly to the side, and his neck was almost broken.

He flew out, and with him came a handful of spitted blood, and perhaps a tooth or two.

"Tie him up," Ciri ordered House, "As for the other Southerners - we don't want any prisoners!"