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Bugas Fortress, the last line of defense of the Eden plane.
Since this plane did not have its own name yet, Shelley had taken the liberty of naming it after Eden.
At this time, the fortress was full of collapsed soldiers. They were lying on the ground, covered in blood, panting in pain. Someone was holding on, moving the corpse of a comrade who had just blocked a sword for him, and painfully pushing it off the city wall.
A battle had just taken place here… or perhaps it couldn’t be called a battle, but a one-sided slaughter.
Besides the frantic slaughter when they had just invaded this plane, this group of devils had already made attacking this fortress a daily leisure activity. Every time they came to the fortress, they would kill two soldiers, cut off their heads, and then leave.
Although it was just a legion of a hundred people, they could easily tear through the fortress’s defenses every time and slaughter at will. Their equipment was better, their strength was stronger, and they never spoke… they just killed and plundered.
There had also been people who wanted to surrender. They had offered their wealth, wanting to defect to the devils… but their fates were all tragic. Without exception.
Later, the people of the Eden world had despaired. Under the threat of death, the various kingdoms had united to fight against the foreign enemy, and the young and strong Ronald had become the leader of the allied forces.
Click-clack, click-clack…
The sound of steady footsteps came from behind, attracting the attention of some soldiers. They gripped their weapons warily, quietly turned their heads to take a look, and their eyes suddenly widened.
“Black?”
“A devil?”
But they soon realized that this was not a devil… but someone else.
A slightly shorter, black-haired figure was walking in the front, with the crowned Ronald and Vincent and the others behind.
“Your Majesty?”
“Then could she be…”
If one were to find the people in the Eden world who hated the devils the most and who were regarded as the devils’ accomplices, Eden… the soldiers here would definitely be at the forefront.
They experienced the pain of life and death and losing their comrades here every day. Everything was because of the devils.
Someone wanted to go up and argue, but was stopped by a comrade beside him.
“What are you stopping me for?”
“Didn’t you see His Majesty there?”
The soldier was a little hesitant. They still had a good impression of this King Ronald, who had always regarded himself as a person atoning for his sins and had been personally involved for ten years.
“For the sake of her being King Ronald’s offspring.”
“But why is she walking in the front?”
“What are they trying to do?”
Wearing bright silver armor, Eden walked slowly on the fortress, ignoring the various hateful or confused gazes.
Looking at the dimensional rift in the distance and the “devils” guarding there.
“…Was I deceived?”
[Not really.]
[For them, they are indeed devils.]
Shelley’s mood was a little complicated now. He had originally been prepared to summon a dragon… The purpose of going to the treasury just now was also to pay the wages of the dragons summoned by the Dragon Ally Pact.
In short, when in doubt, quantum mechanics… no. When in doubt, summon a dragon first.
“But it seems that’s not necessary now.”
[But that’s only for now.]
[You don’t understand the situation on the other side, do you?]
“That’s true.”
Seeing Eden stop at the highest point, Ronald and the others were a little confused. After coming out of the treasury, they had rushed to the fortress without stopping. It was now afternoon, almost dusk. They didn’t know what Eden was going to do at this time.
Just then, the standing Eden slowly raised the longsword in her hand, pointing it straight at the sky.
Suddenly, a brilliant light shone. The brilliant light shot to the sky, and then slowly descended, falling on every corner of the fortress, nourishing the body and mind of every soldier.
“A miracle.”
The sleeping soldiers also woke up from their dreams. They felt a peace and warmth that they had not felt for a long time. This white light was like a mother’s warm embrace, making everyone who was enveloped in it feel happy.
Just as they were intoxicated in this warmth and unable to extricate themselves, a majestic and benevolent, genderless voice sounded in each of their hearts, “Pitiful people.”
“Do you want to be saved?”
“Do you want your families to be safe and sound?”
Golden wheat fields, rich pastures, and endless green fields appeared before their eyes. Laughing children ran freely in the fields, playing and laughing with their companions.
The most beautiful images in everyone’s memory flashed before their eyes one by one…
Ronald saw his deceased wife, holding his hand and hugging their daughter. And Vincent saw the young Ronald and Quentin, the three of them sleeping in the same bed, looking at the starry sky together.
And all of this beauty had long since been ruined in these ten years of war…
Ronald was silent, forcefully holding the pocket watch on his chest.
Vincent was crying, whispering almost inaudibly, “It’s all… gone…”
Everything…
That voice continued as they were immersed, “Do you want those devils to die without a burial place?”
The scene changed. The rift was closed. The devils were torn apart. They piled up the devils’ corpses into a mountain, sang songs, and mourned their relatives.
The tears in the warriors’ eyes had not yet dissipated when they turned red. They roared, “Yes!”
Someone cried out, willing to offer their soul and everything.
Then, that voice became solemn, and the light became even more dazzling.
“Then believe in my Lord.”
“My Lord is merciful. He does not need you to offer your souls.”
“As long as you offer your devout faith, my Lord will answer your prayers.”
“Now… follow me and chant my Lord’s divine name.”
Everyone in the fortress began to unconsciously mutter to themselves, “The great God of Half-Elves, Nadia.”
“Beloved savior.”
“Please send down your most ferocious warriors to tear apart these lowly devils.”
…
The strange phenomenon of the fortress had attracted the attention of the “devils” in a very short time. They realized that there was a problem. No longer as usual, they only sent out a legion of a hundred people… but a legion of a thousand people charged toward the fortress.
Their equipment was neat. Even at high speed, their steps were very disciplined. In just five minutes, they had charged to a point two thousand meters in front of the fortress, only a step away from the fortress.
The light on the fortress instantly disappeared. A three-meter-tall, six-winged silver giant floated at the breach of the fortress. Its face was handsome, so beautiful that it was impossible to tell if it was male or female. Its long, silver hair was flying.
It pointed its sword at the sky and said flatly, “Descend.”
A hundred-meter-long, huge, dark red rift appeared in front of the devils.
“The aura of a devil? Die!” (in Demonic)
[Summon Abyssal Legion]
A demon.
Descended.
