Knight and Wand - Chapter 384 Messenger

The gloomy sky was like a heavy lead sheet, pressing heavily on the sky of the fortress.

The tent shook under the impact of the heavy rain, and raindrops hit the top of the tent like sharp arrows, making crackling sounds.

Outside the camp, the dusty ground originally trampled by horses' hooves and footsteps had turned into mud. The soldiers were trapped in the tents, and their high morale was somewhat dampened by the humidity and dullness.

Occasionally, the neighing of war horses could be heard from the stable, which seemed particularly lonely in the noise of the rainstorm.

They only knew that this was an expedition to recover the lost land of the living in the south, and they were still unaware of the truth behind why the marshal, who had repeatedly led the charge, and the strongest Golden Lion Knight in the alliance, had disappeared until now.

The old crusade veterans who survived the Sobornitz War speculated that perhaps the Marshal and Lady Olivia were leading their elite troops to fight in the dangerous battlefield deeper into the Undead Realm, just as they had done in the past.In the abandoned manor house far away from the Jihad Army camp, the brazier flickered with cold dim light.

On the wide stone platform, the captured soul bells of the dead were placed in positions simulating the rituals of the dead. These ominous objects exuded a faint magical power. Warlocks gathered around these soul bells, concentrating on analyzing the intricate and strange magic patterns on their surfaces.

Several warlock masters frowned slightly and muttered their guesses.

A red-haired warlock master held his chin in his hand and thought: "But just looking at this part, it can't be connected to its magic structure at all. I don't understand how it can transform the souls of living things into pure power, and how it can connect to the so-called etheric void."

Everyone communicated with each other and discovered that the details of the magic patterns were recorded on the parchment. Occasionally, the magic patterns made a slight buzzing sound when touched by their magic power.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps made a clanging sound in the corridor. The warlocks were used to it and paid no attention to the approach of the owner of the anxious footsteps. Only Earl North, who was thinking with his arms folded, glanced at the door.

The person who came was an overly tall figure, with a bandage wrapped around his face. His hand was on the black sword of victory stained with devil's blood at his waist. He lowered his head and ducked to avoid the door frame and entered the hall. His eager eyes looked at his companion who was sitting at the table with his hand on his forehead.

Corvis stopped drawing the magic pattern with his pen tip, frowned and raised his head: "I am as anxious as you are, but the last attempt was too radical. If we rashly open a magic channel to connect to the etheric void, who knows what kind of monsters will emerge. Your injuries are already serious enough, and I don't want to lose another friend!"

Rohak gritted his teeth nonchalantly: "No matter what monster comes out from behind that door, I will help you kill it, as long as we can find Leon and Olivia's location as soon as possible."

As he spoke, bitterness appeared in his eyes: "Uncle Brian sent another letter to Olivia. Azerien and I don't even know how to reply."

Corvis' lips moved, but he could only shake his head helplessly: "Give me some more time. The magic channel connected to the soul bell is getting easier and easier to pry open. Perhaps we will soon find the other end that was connected to the night they disappeared."

The long-abandoned, uncleaned terrace of the fortress spire was washed by rain, revealing the blue and gray floor tiles. Now that the clouds of eternal night have dispersed, the moss symbolizes the restoration of life to the world.

Behind the flickering balcony stone window, Ines leaned back in a chair, gazing sideways at the dark rain curtain, feeling the coolness of the water vapor blowing in with the cold wind.

Although the West family has not yet given a definite answer, the Bucks family, or more precisely, the angry Baron Kellan, has largely believed her instigation.

But this may not be accurate. After all, Ines is confident that the conclusion she deduced is the truth.

As long as she can help the Eastern Alliance win this expedition, she vows to help them find the real murderer who killed Trosa.Murmuring the name of her new lover, Ines stroked the purple hairband on the side of her head.

"Leon, my knight, your story will never end so hastily, right?"

Thoughts and worries troubled her all the time.

Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and a white light flickered on the terrace.

Amid the deafening thunder, her right hand slowly touched the hilt of the sword at her side.

who is it?

Agatha was clearly waiting in the corridor below. Even a great knight couldn't come to her door so silently.Atias Assassin?

demon?

"Please don't be afraid. I won't hurt you, and I'm not your enemy."

A leisurely and pleasant voice behind her reached Ines' ears.

The princess turned her head back in silence.

Outside the open door, heavy rain fell on the battlements of the open-air corridor, hitting the bricks and stones with a rattling sound.

The flashes of lightning in the distant dark clouds sometimes illuminate the mysterious figure.

The gorgeous robe and armor, alternating between gold and white, and the bright white light on his body appear sacred and pure.

On both sides of the slender and elegant body, a pair of white wings like the wings of a Pegasus were folded behind.

This hooded being had his face shrouded in an indissoluble shadow, so his true appearance could not be seen. Only two strands of white hair were draped in front of him and fluttering in the wind. However, judging from his tall and graceful figure and voice, he was obviously a woman.

Ines looked at the creature with wings on its back and asked calmly as usual.

"I" the white-haired woman said, her tone was a little hesitant, but soon she added a touch of joy:

"I am the messenger of the Holy Sun."

Hearing this, Ines raised her eyebrows slightly: "So, you are from the Holy Sun Church?"

"I do not belong to the Holy Sun Church. I am here on behalf of the Fiery Sun to guide you to the battlefield that will decide the fate of the mortal world."

Clenion.

Central Arantxa in the Southern Hemisphere.

The low roar of the engines tore through the silence, and a formation of three fighter planes of different types passed through the sky like a shadow, over the dark clouds that blocked out the sun.

"Command hub, this is Dawn One, the Emissary Team has arrived in the central airspace of Alanta, positioning Star Arc 35, Radiant Arc 150, altitude 3 feet, heading West String 270, speed 500, time 29:70, over."

The hub's voice came from the headset: "Received, Dawn One, continue the mission, report any anomalies in the target area, over."

The leader turned his gaze to the window, where a sea of ​​doomsday clouds emitting a netherworld-like light was surging like an abyss.

Behind the lead plane he was piloting, Dawn 2 and 3 followed closely on the left and right, but the sluggishness in one corner of the formation made this triangle formation very imperfect.

However, at this point, there is no time for the youngest member of the formation to continue growing. Although he was not even qualified to drive the current car in the past, he now has to be forced to do so.

Dawn 3 was above the clouds, shuttling through the dark purple clouds with its unfamiliar foreign comrades in front. The engine vibrations were transmitted to the spine through the seat, as regular as a heartbeat.

The young pilot raised his head out of habit, looking through the canopy at the strange sky - even though he had seen it more than once during flight training after recovering, the sight before him still made his hair stand on end.

The sky cracked.

The original starry sky behind the colorful light was looming, as if separated by a curtain, and becoming increasingly distant.

It was like facing a nightmare scenario of a giant celestial body devouring the planet, and it made his throat tighten.

"Did Liming really abandon us?"

He murmured, his fingers unconsciously clenching the steering wheel.

The young man snapped back to his senses in terror, his cheeks flushed, and he quickly responded, "Understood, Dawn One."

Forcing himself to lower his head, he stared at the symbols and numbers jumping on the dashboard, trying to dispel the fear in his heart.

".Prepare to descend." The leader's voice broke the silence: "We will pass through the cloud curtain and enter low altitude."

"Understood." Number Three's voice sounded a little nervous, but he quickly adjusted himself and tilted the nose of the plane according to the command.

There was a purple vortex inside the cloud curtain. The strong wind was engulfing the fighter plane. The roar of the engine was swallowed up by the turbulence and turned into a sharp hiss. There was chaos outside the cockpit, and the clouds and mist were blowing in like the breath of a giant beast.

A moment later, the fighter planes broke through the cloud curtain one after another, and the vision became dim, but also suddenly wide.

The land in the middle of Alanta was exposed before our eyes. On the wasteland, a circular crater left by a huge explosion was vaguely visible.Thousands of miles away, in a makeshift command center, officers who were working together stared at the dark blue data display and manually updated the real-time positions of reconnaissance troops heading to the target's surrounding areas based on inertial navigation and data reported from the front line.

The various ground rapid units and air units that were assembled as much as possible in the short term are using the most primitive visual method to transmit back all the information seen by the naked eye.

"My Lord, the Bloodlines have failed. None of the long-range cruise missiles they launched were able to hit the target."

Even though she had the experience of escaping from a mysterious dimension like hell and realized how beyond her cognition the enemies the cult faced were, she still felt a deep sense of unwillingness and resentment in her heart when she truly confirmed the ultimate destruction of her own civilization and treated the demon's threats so lightly.

Logically speaking, with detailed location coordinates, even if relying on inertial navigation, the missile's landing point could not deviate so far.

Leon turned around and looked at her, but he was very calm. Although the Order of the Dawn did not have senior military personnel who knew the launch keys and operation methods of the missile base left over from the previous civilization, he knew early on that this would be the result.

This was not difficult for the vampires and fallen who had infiltrated the upper echelons of the Kleinians before the apocalypse.

This plane has absolutely no experience or means of defense against the demons of the spiritual world. On the contrary, if what the Blood Demon said is true, the ancient fallen wizards named "Immortals" have destroyed more than one world of creatures, large and small, that nurtured spirits in the void. The demons are adept at infiltrating and manipulating the minds of mortals in a realm.

Lion was just thankful that, as Skush knew, Valarri had other plans for how to awaken the Immortal Lord, and did not conspire with other immortals, but instead turned to him, a "native" of Kleinian, and joined forces with the fallen beings of other camps.

Otherwise, he and the Kleinians would be facing far more than one great demon right now.

According to the records in the "Book of Ascension" in the secret library of the Mage Tower, the other party is most likely a "Proud Demon".

A spiritual individual that only the most powerful fallen wizard has the chance to successfully transform without being annihilated by spiritual forces.

What he would be facing might very well be an ancient great magician whose power was no less than that of Lady Aphrodite and Planeswalker Suvel.

He is an extraordinary spellcaster in the Lorelit civilization who can truly be given the title of "Magic Guide".

Especially now that the other party has fallen into the spirit world for thousands of years, Leon prepares for the worst. Valarie will only become more powerful than before. Fortunately, the void's rejection of the spirit world prevents it from showing up easily.

"Get the army ready, Sasha. I'm worried that the blood descendants will send their troops with bombs into the primordial soup ruins through ground troops. When they detonate the bombs, it will interfere with our operations. Now that they are holding back the cult's army, we should take action."

(End of this chapter)