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General Leonard shouted, trying to wake up the minds of his comrades.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Even if he felt the severe pain by hurting himself and concentrated on getting out of the illusion, other legion members were already trapped in the illusion. The soldiers stood numb like puppets one by one, holding their throats and slowly losing their breath in fear. .
Only Adjutant Cottle could barely break free from the illusion.
At the same time, an invisible force enveloped the battlefield overwhelmingly.
Leonard and Cottle instantly felt suffocated, their movements blocked, as if there was a heavy weight on their shoulders, unable to move even an inch.
They all thought of the same frightening possibility.
"Teacher Leonard! Leave me alone and run as fast as you can! I'll help you stop him!"
Adjutant Cottle gritted his teeth, his veins popped out, and he frantically tried to break free from the invisible shackles.
However, as a battle-hardened swordsman, he tried his best to resist, but gradually his strength failed him. The sword seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he could no longer swing an inch.
Just as Leonard and Cottle were desperately resisting, a tall black figure slowly walked out of the fog.
He was wearing long black clothes and holding a mechanical agate staff. Under the mist that was constantly passing by, the cold and indifferent eyes of his handsome face were vaguely visible, but they also shone with the arrogance of looking down on all living beings.
Just the fluctuation of magic power he radiated made Cottle stop struggling and tremble.
"The third military god, Ge Yat, the seat of sardonyx..."
Leonard recognized the enemy at a glance, his voice trembled with desolate despair.
Compared to Adjutant Cottle, he is better able to recognize the gap between himself and the enemy.
He even couldn't help but feel glad that his disciple Juliana was not here.
Because even if Juliana is here, she will not be Geatt's opponent.
Ge Yat did not respond. He just raised his hand and pointed slightly. Leonard and Cottle seemed to be pinched by invisible hands and their mobility was blocked, and they knelt down involuntarily.
The two of them were like puppets with their strings cut off, unable to resist at all, and blood gurgled out of their mouths.
A few minutes later.
When the fog in Zelder Highlands cleared, corpses were everywhere.
No one in the Urn Star Table Corps was spared, and even the remaining communication magic equipment on the ground was still making noise. The command post at the rear kept asking about the situation on the front line, but never got any response.
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The southwestern border of Posen Kingdom, Hargengard Fortress.
This ancient fortress stands majestically, backed by rolling mountains and facing the vast plains, guarding the border city-states behind it.
Hargengard Fortress is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only a narrow valley passage in the south. It also houses the Central Army of the Posen Kingdom and is the first line of defense on the southeastern border of the Posen Kingdom.
The smoke-filled Hargengard Fortress is full of broken walls and ruins. The thick stone walls were riddled with holes by magic instruments. The rubble rolled down and stirred up bursts of dust.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood. Broken limbs and corpses were scattered all over the ground inside and outside the fortress. The blood dyed the soil red, forming a smelly pool of blood.
The huge black crow circled and screamed, the sky was so crimson and dark that it seemed to be coming over the city, and at sunset it seemed that even the heaven and earth were weeping for it.
From time to time, there were sounds of fighting, wails, and explosions inside and outside the city, echoing in the valley for a long time, tearing at the nerves of every soldier.
In this hell, the soldiers of Posen Kingdom used their flesh and blood to build the last barrier.
It is the Central Army of the Posen Kingdom that holds the Hargengard Fortress.
Seven days ago, when the Creation Empire launched an attack, in order to resist the invasion of the Creation Empire, the Posen Kingdom did not mobilize the more critical garrison troops to the south. Instead, it did its best to dispatch the Central Army to deal with the garrison on the southwest border. Form a coalition.
This force is called the "Poisen Cavalry", and those guarding the Hargengard Fortress are the first and fifth legions of the Posen Cavalry.
Giovanni, the general of the First Legion, is known as the "Tiger of the Battlefield". He has a majestic appearance, a gaze like lightning, and a voice like a bell.
General Giovanni was brave and good at fighting. He charged into battle many times and was invincible.
Lord Roland, the commander of the Fifth Army, was equally brave and fearless.
He is old and has gray hair. He has experienced hundreds of battles, but he is still energetic. His face is full of vicissitudes of life.
All of Posen's cavalry were fierce generals. The warriors' armor shone with a cold light in the gunpowder smoke, and their black cloaks rustled in the wind.
The Posen King's emblem on their chests was particularly eye-catching under the artillery fire. Although the Hargengard Fortress was devastated, the Posen cavalry soldiers were still in high spirits.
They held their spears high and lined up neatly on the dilapidated city wall. Their resolute faces were filled with determination to face death.
Once Hargengard Fortress is lost, the towns behind will be massacred and plundered, and it will be difficult to regain this important place.
They need to hold out until reinforcements from the Yaquitan troops on the southern border.
The two commanders, General Giovanni and Lord Roland, charged into the surging Crean army, their bodies soaked in blood.
At level seven, they are invincible on the battlefield.
Although he was besieged by many sixth-level enemies, he was still able to fight his way out.
"Brave Posen warriors!"
General Giovanni shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the sky,
"The invaders of Creja are right in front of us! But I want them to see what it means to be a Posen Lion! What it means to be unyielding to the death! Let them have a taste of our power!"
"Never back down!"
The soldiers responded in unison, and their loud shouts shook the sky and echoed in the sky above Hargengard.
Crayu's artillery fire became more and more intensive, and the city wall was crumbling, but the momentum of Posen's cavalry only increased.
They believed from the bottom of their hearts that as long as the Hargengard Fortress remained standing, they could protect the people of Posen to the end.
The armies of the Creation Empire surged in like a tidal wave, and the whole place was covered with darkness, and the ground shook.
Spears pierced the enemy's chest, sharp blades cut off the enemy's heads, magical artillery sounded from time to time, and corpses littered the battlefield. The Poisen warriors swore to live and die with the city and never retreat a step.
They understand that behind them is their home and the fate of countless people.
Even if they spend their last drop of blood, they will fight to protect their country until the last moment of their lives.
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Just as Posen's cavalry was resisting, all the soldiers felt an inexplicable pressure, as if an invisible hand was holding their throats, making their movements gradually slow down.
The color of the sky deepened again, turning into an ominous crimson, and thick dark clouds rolled like blood.
The earth began to tremble, countless cracks appeared on the ground, and blood oozed out from the cracks.
The Posen warriors looked at each other, instinctively feeling the danger.
"No! It's a strong man from Creain!"
Lord Roland's expression changed greatly and his voice trembled slightly.
As an experienced veteran, he immediately realized that something was wrong.
General Giovanni clenched his sword, gritted his teeth, and trembled all over, but he was unable to save himself.
At this moment, a blood-red comet suddenly flashed across the sky.
The comet dragged its long tail, like the fangs of a vicious dog, tearing the sky apart.
A terrifying aura enveloped the battlefield, and everyone felt their souls trembling.
In this suffocating atmosphere, a figure fell from the sky and landed on the wall of Hargengard.
The visitor was wearing dark red heavy armor, with a blood-like cloak, and was arrogant and unruly.
His short black hair was flying like flames, his eyes were as red as torches, and his gaze was so sharp that it made people palpitate. There was a wave of hot air around him, and the air was distorting.
The earth was suppressed by his momentum, and the air burned with it.
The surrounding soldiers, whether they were the soldiers of the Crean Empire or the soldiers of the Posen Kingdom, all stopped moving.
"The seventh military god of the Creation Empire, Philip of the Blood Chalcedony Seat."
Giovanni spoke out this frightening name with difficulty, his face turned ashen.
Rumor has it that Philip is the most war-loving of the military gods of Creation, and he may have been looking forward to this war for a long time.
Philip gave a cruel smile and raised his right hand. Scarlet cracks gradually burst out on the ground, and the fire expanded rapidly, becoming as intense as the sun in the blink of an eye.
"The Arquedans Border Commissioner is not here, so who else can stop me?"
Philip looked up to the sky and laughed, with a little disappointment,
"Is it you, or is it you?"
Before he finished speaking, hundreds of pillars of fire, tens of meters wide, surged up from under Hargengard like heavenly punishment, reaching into the sky and the earth.
Countless soldiers were melted together with the ruins of the walls, and screams could not be heard.
Philip moved forward, and wherever he passed, the warriors of the Poisson cavalry were like paper dolls, melting easily in front of him.
"brute!"
General Giovanni roared angrily and raised his sword to strike Philip straight.
But before his sword could touch Philip, it was blown away by an invisible force, plunged diagonally into the ground, and broke suddenly.
Before Giovanni could react, Philip's fist had pierced his chest, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
"You haven't seen enough."
Philip unclenched his bloody fist and let Giovanni's body fall to the ground.
The seventh-level Lord Roland also did not stop Philip for long before he also turned into a pool of blood, and even the bones were completely dissolved.
A few minutes later.
The Hargengard Fortress was suddenly breached, and the civilians in the Hargengard City behind faced the sudden disaster and fell into panic.
"Mom, no!"
"Who can save us!"
"Don't kill her!"
Crying and wailing could be heard endlessly, and people fled in all directions, but had nowhere to go.
Fear enveloped everyone's heart, and the city turned into a sea of fire. The raging flames devoured everything. The streets and alleys were littered with corpses, rivers of blood, and everything was devastated.
Crayu's cavalry then charged into the city, like wolves and tigers. They slaughtered not only Posen's defenders, but also unarmed civilians. In the light of swords and shadows, no one, including the old, weak, women, and children, was spared.
Among the countless dead and wounded corpses, only Philip stood proudly, covered in blood. He looked around at the tragic situation and burst out laughing with enjoyment. The laughter was horrifying and echoed in the sky above Hargengard for a long time.