Chapter 91: The Sun Rises in the East (Part 1)
In the Dream Palace, George asked, “Are you ready, Jima?”
“Almost,” Jima replied absently, her gaze fixed on the large map on the table, where various pieces and symbols represented different forces. “You’d better pray that the Eternal Divine Chosen dies in a nuclear explosion.”
“I have prayed to the gods a thousand times.”
“It’s useless,” Jima said. “You might as well kneel down now and massage my feet to improve my mood. That way I could vent better, and maybe directly send the Eternal Divine Chosen to heaven.”
Just as on the battlefield, Jima liked to focus all vivid power on one point to break through the enemy’s defenses. This time was no different.
The Eternal Divine Chosen hadn’t anticipated that Jima was using the fragments of the True Crown to strike at his “fake.” It was simply that she had let the opportunity lapse to the nuclear explosion.
Jima believed that once the “fake” was defeated, the Eternal Divine Chosen would lose the power of the shattered True Crown; he would need time to adjust, giving her a combat advantage.
“After we succeed, I would be happy to celebrate.”
“Unless the Eternal Divine Chosen is dead.”
Jima suddenly said, “Otherwise, the Empire has no hope. The Annihilation Army and another force of magic troops set to invade the Rike Territory. I don’t know why the Annihilation army is so eager to capture the capital of the Empire, but I’ve overheard some rumors in the Demon Realm.”
George looked at Jima.
“In the broken place of Ernie and Sigma, there might be some strange sacred objects capable of annihilation.”
Jima continued, “As long as the magic army destroys the Rike Territory, it wouldn’t matter if the Imperial Army wins this battle.”
“If the Eternal Divine Chosen is not dead, will the Empire absolutely fail?”
“Well, technically speaking, no one can guarantee it, but it loses meaning to say so,” Jima said. “The internal strife in the Baroto Kingdom prevents any rescue; we need not mention the high elves.”
“Jima,” George looked at her and said, “this situation seems hopeless, but if the dawn’s sun rises at the front line, it would bring a glimmer of hope. In this era, hope is the most precious thing.”
“Alright, I understand what you mean,” Jima said. “I will do my best and go to the battlefield myself.”
“By the way.”
What else?
George raised his right hand and pointed to the branch axe gun leaning next to Jima, which emitted a strong fragrance, and asked, “It’s very quiet today.”
“Oh~~ I almost forgot,” Jima said, opening her personal system task area, setting the task named “Revenge: Let the Branch Axe Gun act as the Demon Princess’s Mouth” to completed.
Jima continued, “I gave it a lesson, making it understand what silence is golden means.”
Gold is yellow, and something else is similar to yellow. The branch axe gun made this association, opening its mouth wide, making a retching sound.
George recalled the day Irina’s “evidence” of “Bald Strong” and sincerely said, “Thank you.”
Two days later.
The Imperial Army and the Eternal Divine Chosen’s Annihilation Army were locked in a fierce and desperate struggle in the Hawk Territory, with the Rike River as the boundary.
The Eternal Divine Chosen rode on the magic dragon Morrow, commanding over twenty ancient magic dragons to cut down countless magic troops, spewing out scorching flames. He raised his longsword, and no one dared to fight him in the air.
On the riverbank, both sides erupted into a brutal and chaotic battle. Various corpses flowed downstream with the river.
Jima, George, and the Imperial Emperor reached a consensus that only when the Eternal Divine Chosen Marlus personally led his Chosen Army across the river would the power of Terra be released.
Before the nuclear bomb exploded, the Imperial Army must quickly withdraw to the mountainous camp.
The idea was beautiful, but executing it was fraught with difficulties.
The bloody massacre continued, and the frontline troops surged like a tide.
Some magic troops had already crossed the river.
The reorganized Imperial Long Spear Corps, under the command of Captain White, stood ready with their halberds raised.
But nearby, a group of perverted and psychopathic lust demons charged. Soldiers who had been veterans for twenty years suddenly went mad, biting and clawing at their comrades. This symptom spread quickly, and even Captain White joined in the mutual biting.
By the time they regained their senses, the lust demons had already rushed forward, attacking the disorganized halberd regiment.
At this time, the Hell Knights launched a charge towards the gun knights, the sword knights, and the mounted knights, tearing the lust demons apart. The most eye-catching was Irina, who had been reduced to an ordinary Hell Knight.
With her hands and wrists wielding a decapitating great sword, she sliced a lust demon in half from head to waist.
The nearby halberd troops were stunned, trembling and saying, “Praise Sigma, we survived! Praise the Hell Knights…”
Irina ignored him completely; her hair trembled as she felt the distant sound of a battle horn.
The horn sounded like a tsunami, rolling in, causing helmets to rattle. The horn mixed with dragon roars and the sound of armor clanking.
Irina looked into the distance and saw gleaming weapons, dense as a burning forest. In an instant, she spotted the Eternal Divine Chosen Marlus personally commanding the crossing.
He dismounted from the magic dragon Morrow and stood beside a massive magic dragon, a dazzling longsword reflecting in Irina’s milky white eyes. He was likely directing his army for a full-on assault.
Morrow, the most fierce and largest magic dragon, circled in the sky, while the magic dragons devoured, intermixed with bloodthirsty maniacs and endless furious monsters.
Several beams shot from the light magic cannons sporadically into the air force like children throwing small stones into the sea.
In the distance on another battlefield, Irina also saw the Doomsday Knight standing on a floating platform.
Accompanying the full-scale assault were various battlefield magic spells. A tornado made of flames hurled debris into the air, while molten metal rained down from the sky…
This assault was so fierce that it was as if doom was descending early.
The halberd forest nearby trembled in fear.
Nervously, she pulled the reins, wanting to alert her superior that the frontline would surely collapse and needed the knights to plug the gap.
“Whoosh!”
The Imperial Emperor rode on the Death Claw, leading a host of griffin knights, raising the glowing Sigma war hammer, ordered, “Knights! Retreat! Retreat!”
Irina was astonished; directly retreating in the face of the enemy’s fierce assault was almost equivalent to turning one’s back to the enemy. “Retreat!”
Her superior commanded; the flag beside him waved to signal a retreat. Irina complied with the order and took one last glance at the Imperial Emperor before turning away.
Within the Empire, deeply hidden was the Hammer of Sigma, issuing orders for retreat or protection.
His Royal Adolf Griffin Corps dutifully shielded him from the incoming air force.
The Imperial Emperor’s heart raced.
According to the plan, retreat now, let the Annihilation Army cross the river, and then a large group led by the Great Reciter would charge in with fervent faith and bodies, filling the Annihilation Army’s gaping maw, stalling for time.
This way, the enemy could be engaged while minimizing collateral damage to the Imperial Army.
With the frontline stretching nearly two kilometers deep, he needed to personally convey the retreat order, letting some troops cover while others retreated to prevent a rout.
He couldn’t help but glance at the Eternal Divine Chosen standing not far away on the dragon demon’s head.
Fortunately, this demon king had yet to fly through the sky to command his troops; otherwise, the Imperial Emperor would not personally go into action to issue orders.
The magic dragons gathered, over twenty magic dragons charging towards the griffin corps, led by the renowned magic dragon Morrow.
The demon riding the heavenly horse from the Demon Realm roared towards Morrow, shouting, “Emperor! Go do what you must!”
And along with the griffin knights responsible for the cover, they were caught in a melee among the magic dragons.
The Emperor and his Royal Adolf Griffin Corps were scattered for a moment, but took the opportunity to successfully retreat, with several griffin knights shielding the Imperial Emperor’s side.
At the moment, an infantry battalion with no hope had suffered over half casualties and was wavering.
They must hold on and buy time against the enemy.
The Imperial Emperor quickly ordered the Death Claw to descend; he raised the Sigma hammer, shining brightly, and shouted, “Scions of Sigma! I—”
“Watch out! Emperor!”
“Bang!”
Two figures blurred, a mutated griffin knight slammed against the Death Claw.
“I finally caught you!”
The newcomer was a blood dragon knight riding a zombie dragon, rugged-looking with flowing pale hair, grinning to reveal blood-red fangs, saying to the Imperial Emperor, “Come! Let’s settle this one-on-one!”
It was the dragon kin, Duncan.
He was filled with battle intent, vowing to break the curse of the Naga, which had doomed all vampires to forever be unable to defeat the people of Sigma.
And this curse stemmed from the fact that the vampires protecting the Naga had been terrified and fled when Sigma bore down on them with his hammer. Duncan had been one of them.
Today, he sought to break the curse and wash away the shame.
Duncan suddenly realized where the blood dragon knight had popped out from, steering towards the frightened Death Claw to engage Duncan in battle.
The blood dragon knight, Duncan, babbled at a frenzied pace, “I see you’re very surprised, and your massive griffin underneath you is also quite surprised. Oh, that griffin is the largest one I’ve ever seen. Did you know I even used a spell that can change to prepare for today’s duel? The Eternal Divine Chosen said that as long as he wasn’t in the air, you would definitely come out. He truly is clever.”
“You promised a one-on-one, so why are those tiny ones next to you so annoying?” The blood dragon knight fiercely attacked, trying to knock the Emperor off the Death Claw.
This action significantly dampened the morale of the frontline Imperial troops, which were already on the edge of collapse under flames, magic, and terrifying assaults. Only those bold enough to be mad continued to resist.
The Imperial Emperor desperately dodged the assaults of the blood dragon knight, and the Death Claw seized him, rolling him up and tossing him onto its back.
The terrifying howling came, “Don’t run! Emperor, you’re holding the Sigma hammer, right? Just like the real Sigma! He’s truly a great warrior, much stronger than you, but even he isn’t my match. Don’t be scared, I’m just older than your pathetic Empire…”
As the Imperial Emperor fled, he looked down at the escaping Imperial troops, gripping the reins tightly.
But now, what else could he do aside from run?
Tears of self-hatred and guilt flowed uncontrollably.
