“Boom boom…”
Another magnificent stone statue collapsed.
The capital of Atlantis, this once glorious and magnificent city-state, is now in ruins.
Everywhere you look, there are collapsed buildings, burning debris, and piles of corpses.
On the streets, the bodies of Atlantean soldiers and Hebrews were piled together. The blood and ashes produced by the burning mixed together, making the ground turbid and smelly.
The wreckage of the fire chariot and the fragments of the golem were scattered inside and outside the city walls. The cruelty of this war had far exceeded the expectations of both the attackers and defenders.
In the palace in the inner city, Arthas, the king of Atlantis, sat on the throne. He had bags under his eyes and there was no light in his eyes.
His armor was covered with cracks and bloodstains, and the trident in his hand seemed to have lost its former luster and looked a little old.
A soldier hurried into the hall and knelt on one knee. He said in a hurried voice: "King Arthas, the people in the city have gathered!"
Then he paused, as if he had used up all his strength to squeeze the rest of the words out of his throat.
"They... they are willing to live and die with Atlantis!"
Arthas slowly raised his head, his eyes full of sadness and helplessness.
He murmured in a low voice: "I never thought that Atlantis would come to this point today..."
There was bitterness in his voice.
Atlantis was once one of the most powerful civilizations on the continent, possessing unrivaled sea power and powerful technology.
However, today, there are less than 500 elite soldiers left in this glorious city, and even his most proud sea beast cavalry has been almost wiped out.
Arthas's thoughts went back to the beginning of the war.
At that time, the Hebrew army suddenly invaded, and the outer cities of Atlantis fell one after another.
He thought that as long as he could awaken the sleeping sea god, everything would turn around.
However, the reality is far more cruel than imagined.
The god of the sea was indeed awakened, but he faced the three Hebrew gods alone, and the battle was extremely difficult.
Although Poseidon eventually defeated the opposing god, he himself was injured.
After performing the "God's Descent Spell", Atlantis's messenger Callisto was exhausted and was hit by the enemy's arrows and magic, and almost died.
Now, although Callisto has just awakened, his body is extremely weak and he can only use the "God's Descent" technique once more at most.
At this moment, the messenger Callisto slowly walked into the hall.
His face was as pale as paper, his steps were unsteady, and he looked like he would fall to the ground at any moment.
But he just gritted his teeth and came to Arthas: "King Arthas!"
"I can use the 'God's Descent' spell once more, but please do not let the people take up arms and die."
"If the people die, Atlantis will be destroyed soon."
Arthas looked at Callisto, his eyes full of helplessness.
Because Arthas knew very well that the other party was not fully aware of the current situation of Atlantis.
He whispered, "I know what you mean, Callisto."
"Most of the civilians' families have died in the battle. Even if I wanted the soldiers to escort them to retreat by sea, they simply would not leave."
Having said this, the light in King Arthas's eyes dimmed again.
"They are ready to live and die with Atlantis, Callisto."
"You, understand?"
The king's voice was drawn out, which made Callisto's expression even more solemn.
He knew very well that Atlantis was now on the brink of life and death.
If he could not hold up his body and perform the "divine magic", the remaining soldiers would all be killed in the next general attack by the Hebrews.
Atlantis! Will be completely destroyed!
Destruction!
The word flashed over and over in his mind, making it difficult for him to breathe.
But he gritted his teeth and raised his head firmly: "King Arthas, I am ready!"
"As the messenger of Atlantis, this is my responsibility!"
Arthas was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.
If Callisto was exhausted, it would be difficult for them to send soldiers to rescue him.
That is, he might die.
"Callisto, Atlantis will always remember your name."
At this moment, a deafening roar was heard again outside the city.
“Boom! Boom!”
The Hebrew golem troops had already broken through the east gate and were advancing towards the inner city.
The Atlantean soldiers fought desperately, but the Golem was too powerful and their defenses were quickly collapsing.
"King Arthas! King Arthas! The East Gate has been lost!"
A soldier covered in blood rushed into the hall, his voice full of despair.
King Arthas stood up suddenly and clenched the trident in his hand.
He looked at Callisto and felt as if a mountain was about to collapse in his heart.
Callisto nodded and slowly closed his eyes.
Now is the time to protect what is precious in his heart.
"The God of Atlantis!"
"Atlantis has reached its most critical moment!"
"Please use your power to drive out the evil invaders!"
As his spell sounded, the entire palace began to vibrate slightly, and a powerful energy fluctuation filled the air.
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