Collins is the largest city in the North IJssel Plain, located at the junction of the Ivo River and the Messen River.
There is flat and fertile land here, and two wide rivers serve as natural barriers, enough to resist the invasion of foreign enemies. The geographical environment is extremely advantageous.
Hundreds of years ago, this was the capital of the Kingdom of Aysir. After Aragon led the former Kingdom of Faldran to conquer North Aysir, he also built a lot of buildings in the city of Corinth, making it an important political, economic and military center in the north.
To this day, a bronze sculpture of Aragon I still stands in the center of Corinth. The famous emperor points his sword to the north with a sharp look, as if he is still carrying out his great cause of conquest.
In the distance, the sun slowly rose from the horizon, dyeing the sky golden. The morning light fell on the earth and also shone on the towering city walls of Collins.
"Your Excellency the Duke, according to the latest intelligence we have received, Berg City has also..."
"I see, let's go."
"Yes, my lord."
On the top of the tower, an angel wearing armor and holding a sword stared into the distance with a solemn and resolute look, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect this day to come so soon.
Nineteen days, in just nineteen days, the entire North Essel was conquered. It seems that I still underestimated their military strength. "
"Don't worry, Duke Walter, their arrogance is only temporary." The voice was sonorous and powerful, and the speaker was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties.
He was wearing a golden robe and had a neatly groomed beard, and his deep light golden eyes revealed his undisguised pride and integrity.
——This is none other than Titus, the “Dawn Dragon” and “Wings of Dawn” who helped the dwarves resist the invasion of the orcs. He is also the reinforcement sent by the Golden Dragon Council and an important ally of Duke Walter.
Titus stroked his beard and continued, "Justice and justice will win in the end, and those brutal beings will perish. This is the inevitable trend of historical development, and no one can change it."
Walter nodded. "Sir Titus, I sincerely admire your kindness and wisdom." He raised his head and continued to stare at the smoke-filled horizon in the distance, his brows slightly furrowed.
"It's just that I'm still worried about the red dragon.
Amaunator, a hundred-meter-long red dragon, in the past hundred years, I have never seen any dragon with such an exaggerated size." Thinking of the enemy he had never met, he couldn't stop praying.
Walter turned his head, looked at Titus, and said softly: "As a fellow dragon, I believe you should know what this means."
"Duke, this is the Third Age. After the tragic Dragon Fall War, it is difficult for giant dragons over a hundred meters long to appear in the material world."
"You mean that the Burning Cinder Emperor didn't really reach this size?" Walter asked first, then shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Whether the 100-meter-level size is real or not, the power he showed is not something that a declining descendant of God like me can match.
Even though I was once under the sun god's shining light, I was no match for the red dragon, not to mention that I no longer have the Holy Fadlan Empire behind me."
As the most staunch "Fadlanist", Walter pursues everything about the empire's past like an ascetic monk, but he knows the current situation of the Fadlan Empire better than anyone else.
After the old emperor's death, this huge empire was already in name only, with only his huge remains and his descendants fighting for power.
Walter could no longer tolerate the current situation of internal strife, so he resolutely launched an uprising against the Thracian Kingdom.
Hearing this, Titus nodded and said solemnly: "Of course, but the red dragon is indeed powerful and cruel, but aren't Tiamat and Calix more powerful than him? And where are the gods of these evil dragons now?
Avernus, Screaming Tunnel, Shadowfall. They were once as big as mountains, but they were still exiled to those places full of sin. "
The middle-aged noble said word by word: "I firmly believe that the material world will always belong to justice and light. This has been the case in history and will be the case in the future."
He walked forward, looked down at the earth, stretched out his hand and pointed at the wide river flowing smoothly.
“Just as the water of the Ivo River will eventually flow to the ocean and cannot be stopped, those cruel tyrants and vicious rulers will eventually be driven to the land where darkness breeds, and will never be able to turn over!
not to mention--"
Titus paused, his eyes gleaming with confidence, and tiny glimmers of light emanating from his body.
His voice grew louder and louder, finally rising into a thunderous roar: "You are not alone!"
The middle-aged nobleman had disappeared, and in his place stood a golden dragon with its head held high, instantly attracting the attention of countless people.
That huge body was like a moving hill, and its scales like molten gold sparkled with dazzling golden light in the morning light. It was carved with mysterious and delicate patterns, making the golden dragon look like it was wearing the most gorgeous armor.
The golden dragon's eyes were like burning suns, full of wisdom and power. His broad wings flapped gently, making a roaring sound, and the air was distorted by it, creating a strong hurricane.
Titus transformed into an ancient golden dragon, looking down at the still confused Duke of Divine descent, and said in a resounding voice: "Whether it is the sky, the earth or the ocean, all creatures in the material world who uphold justice and righteousness will stand behind you and resist the tyranny of the evil dragon!"
"Mr. Titus"
Duke Walter looked up at the golden dragon in the sky with an moved expression. Then he lowered his head and shifted his attention to his own army.
In the dim light of dawn, the tall city walls stood tall, flags fluttered, and in the open space in front of the city walls gathered an unprecedentedly large and powerful coalition force.
On the ground, tens of thousands of North Ethel soldiers were lined up in neat rows, wearing shiny steel armor, holding swords or shields that gleamed with cold light, with firm expressions and fanatical eyes, and their formation was as dense as an iron wall.
They are all elites drawn from all over North Ethel, including many extraordinary professionals. Many of them have followed Walter through life and death, experienced hardships, and always believed that the Duke could lead them to rebuild Holy Fadlan.
The mages stood in the back, wearing gorgeous robes, holding staffs in their hands, and surrounded by the rune light created by magic.
Some of them were deep in thought, while others were chanting spells silently. Strong energy fluctuations filled the air, and spots of light flashed at their fingertips from time to time.
Among these mages were former members of the Fadlan Arcane Corps, reinforcements requested by Duke Walter from the City of All Laws, and righteous men from the Arcane Hermitage. In the sky, nine angels held flaming swords, flapped their wings, and looked fierce, showing the nobility and power of the Fadlan gods. Among them, there were three legendary masters.
And above the city of Collins, there are not only the angels of Fadlan, but also real creatures from heaven.
All I could hear was the ethereal and melodious hymns echoing in the sky, and a vague figure appeared on the clouds along with ripples in space, and then gradually solidified.
Angels from the Silver Heaven Legion, including the Messengers of Justice, the Messengers of the Legion, the Messengers of the Trumpet, the Angels of Singing, etc., formed neat formations in the sky. Their wings were as pure white as clouds, and their feathers trembled slightly, emitting a sacred and gentle light.
Kind creatures of Mount Paradise, such as Pegasus, Cloud Giants, Celestial Demons, and Celestial Eagles, also appeared on the top of the clouds and became part of the Celestial Legion.
Then, accompanied by the light of the stars, a tall silver figure appeared at the forefront of the heavenly army.
He holds a sword that crackles with lightning, carries a shining silver horn, and wears a smooth violet robe decorated with light dust that sparkles like stars.
The huge wings covered with white feathers made His shoulders more elegant, and His dark purple eyes looked down at the earth with compassion, shining brightly.
The majestic voice echoed across the land: "Walter, I am here at your invitation, representing the will of Heaven Mountain, to provide assistance to North Ethel!"
From the moment he appeared, a gentle, orderly glow filled the sky, making everyone present feel an unprecedented tranquility, as if all the filth and sins in their hearts had been washed away.
Everyone held their breath and looked up, only to see the eternal night, the twinkling stars and the silver moonlight emerging behind the tall figure - that was the projection of the Silver Heaven Lunya.
Walter also showed a happy expression, and his eyes were more confident. He knew what this meant.
——The honorable Lord of the Silver Heaven Lunya, Barachiel, the Protector of Messengers, has descended into the material world!
Walter quickly flapped his wings, flew high into the sky, saluted respectfully, and said excitedly: "Good day, Your Highness Barachiel, the entire North Ethel is waiting for your arrival."
Titus also flapped his wings and came above the clouds. Facing the honorable Lord of Silver Heaven, even the proud golden dragon had to bow his head and nod in salute.
Barachiel nodded at them, then took out the bright silver horn from his waist and blew it.
Then, all the trumpeter messengers in the heavenly legion blew their trumpets, and the harp angels sang hymns softly.
"Woo——"
The sound of the horn resounded through the sky, like a war song from heaven, bringing an inspiring force. Everyone present could feel it - an unprecedented courage and fighting spirit filled their hearts.
There was a faint glow on their bodies, like the light of stars, which made the warriors' thinking active and clear-headed, and even their bodies became lighter and stronger.
Unlike those war songs that inspire people and make soldiers fearless of death, the war songs of heaven can evoke the most beautiful illusions and greatest wishes in people's hearts and urge them to do their best to achieve them.
Walter closed his eyes, and in an instant, the majestic holy city and the towering Eternal Sun God Tower appeared in the distance. The sun shone on the earth, and the faces of the Fadlan people were filled with joy and confidence.
He seemed to have returned to that glorious era, to the ascension ceremony that he would never forget.
After a long silence, the Duke of Divine Origin slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, what he saw was a coalition army of huge momentum and astonishing scale.
Gods, humans, half-elves, angels, Pegasus, cloud giants, countless kind and righteous creatures gathered here. Their races were mixed, but their strength was not low at all. There were more than a dozen legendary strongmen.
Such an army would be a force that cannot be underestimated in any region of the Feanso continent, and even the three major kingdoms would not be able to defeat them easily.
During these few months, Walter exhausted almost all of his personal connections, traveled back and forth between various planes, and even put aside his dignity, before he assembled such a huge coalition.
"I will be victorious. I will lead the coalition forces to drive the red dragon out of Ethel and retake the homeland of the Fadlan Empire.
Walter clenched the sword in his hand and said word by word: "Everywhere the sun shines is the territory of the empire." Suddenly, his light golden eyes revealed an unprecedented determination.
The Duke of Divine Origin thought that he had done everything he could. He had no reason to lose, and he absolutely could not lose.
Thinking of this, Walter flapped his wings and came to the front of the coalition forces. He raised the long sword burning with golden flames in his hand, attracting the attention of everyone present to him.
“Today, standing here, I feel not only the severity and challenge of the upcoming battle, but also a determination and strength that I have never felt before.
Every inch of air on this land is filled with our vows, and every heart beats for the same goal - we will protect our homeland, defend our beliefs, and not let this land succumb to the threat of the evil dragon! "
His voice became more passionate and powerful, like the sound of a drum beating in people's ears.
This is not just a war, but also our oath, our belief, and our determination to never give in! Today, the evil dragon will see our swords, our shields, and the anger and brilliance burning in our eyes!
Justice and righteousness will surely triumph, and the arrogance of the evil dragon will be reduced to ashes in front of our powerful coalition forces!"
"Justice will prevail!"
The soldiers of the coalition forces waved their weapons and cheered and shouted that shook the sky. The golden dragon raised its head and roared, and even the angels showed a fighting spirit on their faces.
However, Duke Walter did not know that the enemy he hated was now openly appearing in the coalition army and was even cheering.
The sounds gradually died down, and the coalition forces of Collins City began to prepare for war intensively. Walter and his two most powerful allies entered the secret room to discuss strategies to deal with the red dragon.
"call--"
The cold wind was howling, the light of morning light illuminated the sky, the golden flag of Holy Fadlan fluttered on the city wall, and the air was heavy, as if the entire sky was holding its breath.
Everyone present knew that war was inevitable. In just nineteen days, almost all of North Aysir fell, and the city of Collins was their last stronghold.
This is the final battle, and it is also the war that determines the fate of North Essel and even the entire Fianso continent. (End of this chapter)
