Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1117: The Great War Revolved Around

Rumble--

In the world of consciousness, there were two volcanic craters in the distance that were in the void, and dense flames soared into the sky. As the boiling magma flowed down the mountain, forming lines of varying shapes, and eventually sinking into the void, Alan seemed to hear all the cells in his body chanting happily. There was an invisible shackle in his body that cracked open. The Heavenly Fire Origin Energy roared and surged. Alan knew that he had advanced again.

Level 27, this combat strength was enough to be used as a lieutenant general in the Federation. On Planet Heaven, as long as he had enough territories, he could immediately become a Marquis, even if his combat strength was a level lower than the empire's standard. However, with his saber slashing through Milahan's city wall, the difference between the two cities was negligible, causing more than half of the city to fall into a sea of flames.

The heavens knew how much Alan wanted to enter the depths of his consciousness to explore the boundless scarlet land and the ancestral will. However, considering that Blaze Castle was about to arrive, Allen safely retreated from the world of consciousness. When he opened his eyes and felt a genetic circuit in his body springing up like a bamboo shoot after a rain, a completely new ability appeared in his mind.

Blazing Flame Mountain.

A destructive ability that is completely inclined to attack and is a group attack. When activated, it generates a binding force field that forcefully gathers the opponents within its range before launching a fatal attack. Of course, because its attack range was close to a hundred square meters, it was obvious that this ability had to be used carefully. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to drag the allies in as well.

The sky lit up.

Alan didn't have any pajamas, so he just put on his clothes and got out of bed. He opened the window and saw the gray-blue sky and the sleeping city beneath it.

Sharp Stone City.

The third city occupied by Mason fell into the control of the crusaders without any resistance last evening. In fact, ever since Milahan City was destroyed, it was unknown if the defenders of the other two cities had been frightened out of their wits. Before Sharp Stone City, Pike, the second city, had only resisted symbolically for a few times, and the soldiers guarding the city had already surrendered.

Afterwards, Woodrick found out that there were only a hundred soldiers left to defend the city. As for the main force of the original defending army, they had already left the city long before the arrival of the crusaders. Sharp Stone City was even more impressive. There weren't even a single defender. Alan still remembered that when he arrived in the city last night, the city gates were wide open. The residents of the city were left behind and looked at the visitors helplessly.

The grain reserves of Sharp Stone City were plundered, leaving an empty city for Woodrick, and all that could be taken away, including grain and the young man, were swept away by the defenders. Therefore, Woodrick had no choice but to start settling down the residents of the city first. He distributed the rations to the residents and wrote to the imperial capital requesting material support.

Currently, Sharp Stone City was quiet, but under the shadows of countless buildings, there were countless people who had no home to return to. Their houses were knocked down before the defenders left to block the roads, and Woodrick had to clear a few main roads to restore traffic to the city. Actually, Sharp Stone City wasn't rich. Strictly speaking, Milahan was one of the three cities. The garrison was actually not able to bring much food, but it was fatal to the abandoned residents of Sharp Stone City if Woodrick did not open up his military supplies.

The city's greatest resources are stones, stones that are incredibly hard. Even though there were several large quarries in the city, it was still not easy for people to live. Compared to Olisga, it was a world apart.

But no matter what, time goes on without stopping because of anyone. Whether it was nobles or commoners, everyone was equal in front of time. Therefore, the grey-blue sky in the east gradually dyed the sunlight with a wisp of golden light, and the city gradually became filled with people's voices. A new day comes, no matter how hard life is, as long as you don't close your eyes.

People had to rebuild their houses, quarries had to resume production, and the residents had to use their hard work to obtain the capital to live. After all, military supplies were not unlimited. Of course, the empire would provide assistance, but it was not enough to keep them out of poverty forever.

After breakfast, the messenger brought Woodrick's message. Allen took Edward away from his residence in the city and went to the City Lord's Mansion to discuss with Woodrow about the specific matters of attacking Blaze Fort. Walking along a main road in Spirit Stone City, Alan saw Miro as he passed a small square. The priest was standing on a stepping stone, vividly describing to the onlookers the benefits of becoming a Christian. One of the greatest benefits is the assistance of the Church, which will bring food to these poor believers, who of course have to be faithful to the Church.

Alan shook his head and whispered, "Milo always said that in fact, there was only a deal between the church and the believers."

"But this kind of transaction is mutually beneficial. Why not?" Edward pointed at the onlookers. "See those tired faces? I believe they need the spiritual care of Father Miro now. It's even more than material."

"Perhaps this is the charm of faith."

"Do you have faith, Young Master Alan?"

"Me?" Alan smiled and patted Red King, "Yes, my saber is my faith."

Edward showed a look of disapproval.

In the meeting hall of the City Lord's Mansion, this place had been rearranged. Previously, the decorations were cleaned up, and all that could be used was left to the residents themselves. Woodrick only wanted this place to be spacious enough to accommodate the war sand table. The general's orders were carried out thoroughly. At the very least, Allen didn't even see a curtain when he walked into the room. However, as a result, there was plenty of light here.

In the conference hall stood Woodrow, Julian, and Belkay, as well as a dozen or so officers of all sizes. The meeting didn't seem to have started yet. Belkay was alone, while the others stood in twos and threes. Woodrick and the prince were talking about something. Seeing Allen appear, the general coughed dryly and said, "Everyone, please come over here."

The sand table was immediately filled with people. The models on the sand table were rebuilt last night. From above, it wasn't hard to see the Blaze Castle where Mason was, and the newly built town in front of the castle. The long, winding wall seemed to tell everyone that behind the wall was Mason's territory. josei

Woodrick put his hands on the table and swept his gaze over the crowd. "According to the scouts' report, our enemies have gathered their forces and are stationed in Blaze Castle and this nameless town. Everyone, Mason wants to have a great battle with us. What do you think of that?" He said in a low voice.

Julian pondered for a moment and said, "To be sure, gathering all our forces is a huge obstacle to our crusade against Blaze Fort. But it's not a good thing. As long as we defeat Mason's main force here, the Sword Lord will no longer have the strength to rise again."

"I agree with His Highness." Belkay, who hadn't spoken at the meeting before, said in a rare voice, "Using a battle to decide victory and defeat is straightforward and stimulating. If I drag on for a few rounds, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep."

Woodrick shook his head, disagreeing with Belkay's words. The Ten Saints weren't necessarily a good military strategist, and Belkay's stage was against Mason, not on any battlefield. Woodrick looked at the smiling Ellen and said, "What does the count have to say?"

Ellen pointed at the wall and said seriously, "This thing is too long. This time I can't cut it with a single knife."

Julian laughed, making the atmosphere in the meeting hall less serious. Allen's words evoked the memories of everyone present. The scene of him destroying the city that day was still vivid in their minds, and it successfully aroused the confidence of the officers present. Alan reminded them that apart from a Ten Saint expert like Belkay, there was also an expert like him who could threaten a Ten Saint expert in the crusade. "I don't plan on letting the count do it again," said Woodrick with a smile on his resolute face. "Besides, as you said, this time the wall is too long, and Milahan's feat is just a waste of your Origin Energy. I don't believe that Mason won't be unprepared for you after hearing about what happened to Milahan."

"Then what does the Great General plan to let me do this time?" Alan asked in the blink of an eye.

Woodrick said straightforwardly, "It's very simple. I'll give you a troop, plus the count's own men. I hope you can form an assault squad to eliminate the enemy's experts. Without the support of the experts, I don't believe that Mason's line of defense can stop our troops."

"This is exactly what I'm good at. I guarantee that apart from Mason, the other enemy experts will disappear one by one."

Woodrick nodded and said, "I think Lord Belkay will be happy to take care of Mason if he makes a move."

Belkay tapped on the table with his pipe and sighed, "Let's just say that fighting head-on is not my forte. If I were to face Mason's sword head-on, I wouldn't have a good chance of winning. So I needed help, to be able to face Mason's helper head-on, so I had a chance to kill him."

Woodrick straightened his back. "I'll cover you, my lord."

"Let's do this." Belkay said cheerfully.

After discussing the details of the attack, the meeting was dismissed. The crusaders will stay in Sharp Stone City for another day and leave at dawn tomorrow. They are expected to arrive at the nameless town in front of Blaze Fort by noon. Therefore, today was a rare day of rest. However, since the battle was going on, everyone had to seize the time to prepare. How could they be willing to waste their time?

Mason walked up to a tower in golden morning light, silver red armor, and a fiery red cloak hanging from his back. He looked down from above, squads of soldiers arranged neatly, forming a few square formations. He was looking up, and his gaze fell on him. Mason's eyes lit up, as if flames were spraying out from within, instantly engulfing the entire arena. He smiled brightly and confidently. He looked at the soldiers downstairs and said succinctly, "This battle will definitely be won!"

To win--

His final voice echoed across the empty ice field, as if the ice field was also shouting loudly!