Chapter 1214: Chapter 307: Wrath Unleashed IV_2
The hall fell silent again.
From sudden commotion to sudden silence, the transition was natural—
"Mistaken, was it?" Knight Bunide chuckled indifferently, raising his eyebrows.
He was about to say something, but before he could finish, the entire hall suddenly shook violently.
Bunide paused and looked up with confusion.
Everyone instinctively looked up; the sound clearly came from above—what’s going on? Almost immediately, a second violent tremor struck, this time more intense, catching most people off guard and causing them to fall to the ground.
"What’s happened?"
"What’s going on?"
"Was it an earthquake?"
The hall was in chaos, a loud "bang" rang out, and suddenly a large hole broke open in the crystal dome of the Lockshebi Palace. Crystal fragments rained down, and cold wind rushed in, followed by a giant creature plummeting down and crashing to the ground.
"Ah!"
"Help..."
In an instant, the rain and wind outside poured down, yet inside the hall, smoke and dust prevailed. The nobles were almost petrified, screams burst forth.
Only Brand saw clearly what it was—a Flying Dragon corpse lying in the center of the hall, its neck broken—it was a Flying Dragon Knight of the Black Blade Legion.
Almost simultaneously, Duke Anliek’s steady voice rang in their ears:
"Fight your way out!"
Everyone was stunned but quickly snapped back to reality.
"Knights, stop Macaro!" That was Moros’ voice.
"Capture Princess Griffine!" Viscount Beigening shrieked.
Brand reacted instantly; he immediately shielded Delphire with one hand while loudly commanding: "Char, fight your way to the princess!"
The hall was instantly in chaos.
...
Dalit was covered in blood.
Through his half-broken mask, he looked outside; the sky was nearly blood-red as countless raptors circled and flew, the battlefield above resembling a dead end—
At the very center, the Great Druid donned in a tree-embellished cloak seemed like a deity, every spell he cast turned into wooden spears or rock spurs, causing numerous Dragon Knights to fall from the sky.
The Great Druid, Golden Upper.
Chills gripped Dalit’s heart; if not for the voice from the magic crystal, he might have shivered entirely. The icy killing was rapidly devouring everyone’s fighting will.
"Third and fourth squads, form a charge formation!"
"It’s Viscount Poleman, the Viscount has charged in!"
"Guard unit, cover the assault!"
From the magic crystal, roar resounded throughout; Dragon Knights were reorganizing in mid-air, making their last stand. Flying Dragons were not suited for prolonged aerial combat, especially when burdened alongside knights.
"Damn those Southerners!" Dalit gritted his teeth.
But this would be the final strike; ahead, Viscount Kuztar Polisman’s Flying Dragon advanced relentlessly, its Golden Middle Rank prowess fully displayed, akin to a comet across the sky. The Flying Dragon Knights’ eyes focused solely on frenzy, trailing behind—
The point had formed, encirclement was imminent. Though the Flying Dragon Knights were heavily exhausted, so were the enemies at their wits’ end.
The scales of victory were tipping.
"Look below!"
"Reinforcements, reinforcements are here—!" Excited voices echoed from the magic crystal.
Dalit turned back, red light dots rose from within Ampezel Port. The Knight Order, the Flame Temple stationed at the port, had moved; the Flame Temple joined the battle!
Suddenly he wanted to shout exuberantly, it was an exhilarating battle.
But were the enemies worthy opponents? Maybe. Dalit’s mind churned with chaotic thoughts, he unconsciously glanced to the flank, and then his vision was forever fixed in that direction—
West of Ampezel.
Toward the Anlek Mountains.
A cluster of black dots was rapidly approaching.
"Left, left wing, the left wing has discovered a large number of unknown air force units coming! Repeat, all units note, the left wing has discovered a large number of unknown air force units!" Stuttering voices came from the magic crystal: "Wait! No, no, they are also Flying Dragon Knights?"
"Are they reinforcements?"
Everyone froze, where did the reinforcements come from?
But only Dalit’s pupils kept constricting—as his eyesight was excellent, he discerned their origin and designation from afar. This was not reinforcement at all... it was...
"It’s the enemy, enemy attack—!" He abruptly grabbed the magic crystal and shrieked: "It’s the Southern Army! It’s the Southern Army’s Flying Dragon Cavalry! Prepare to engage!"
At that moment, he suddenly realized, underneath, the Knights of the Flame Temple were not there to support them at all.
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