Chapter 1164: Airborne Landing at the Seres Fortress (Part )

As time passed, the shadows of the mountains and rocks gradually dimmed, revealing more than two hundred floating ships hidden in them.

"There are enemies."

Inside the crooked old tree, a dozing black orc heard his companions' calls and suddenly woke up, shaking his head to wake himself up quickly.

When he arrived at the cave entrance and prepared to observe, he was violently pushed away before he could see the outside scene clearly.

He stood firm and was about to get angry, but when he saw that it was the general, he immediately shut his mouth.

"How could the human floating fleet appear here?"

Through the tree hole, the golden low-level black orc shadow warrior looked at the scene in the distance, his eyes filled with fear.

"No, you must report immediately."

After coming to his senses, the golden low-level black orc shadow warrior did not dare to delay, came to the center of the crooked ancient tree, crossed the boundary between the real world and the shadow world, and returned to the Seres Fortress.

On the deck of the floating battleship, Ignis looked at the rat on the ground and ignored it.

Under the command of the floating fleet commander, the high-level soul arcanist Norga Flax, sixty-five floating warships entered the forbidden spell storage state. Except for the most basic protection, all elemental forces were called upon.

Two hundred hundred-meter-class floating ships surrounded the sixty-five floating warships, with their magic cannons facing outward, guarding the surrounding airspace.

On the deck, more than three hundred dragon knights sat astride the backs of flying dragons, lowered their bodies, and were ready to take off at any time.

More than 5,000 griffin knights were calming their mounts, silently reciting doctrines, and waiting for the order to take off.

"start."

Hearing Ignis's order, the three mid-level soul mages standing in the center of the command ship's deck cast a spell to activate the Xingge Rubik's Cube.

In an instant, a huge beam of purple energy shot out from the Xingge Rubik's Cube and gathered in the airspace ten thousand meters away from the floating fleet.

Within a few breaths, a huge portal leading to the real world appeared before everyone.

The portal has been opened, and two hundred and sixty-five airships are started at the same time, heading towards the portal.

Standing in front of the portal leading to Fortress Ceres, Ignis felt the warm breeze blowing in from the real world, dispelling all distracting thoughts in his heart and turning himself into a state of extreme indifference.

……

On the east wall of Seres Fortress, more than a thousand patrolling Black Orc soldiers stopped and looked up at the sky at the same time.

"That is……"

A Black Orc officer looked at the light in the distance, and before he could finish his words, he found himself standing in the purple light.

Under the pure wind of magic, half of East City disappeared in just a few breaths, and more than ten thousand black orcs died under the forbidden magic.

In the South City, hundreds of thousands of ice spears shot down, turning the entire city into an ice city. Thousands of lives disappeared, including Black Asia Orcs, captured soldiers, and assassins who had infiltrated the Black Asia Orc army.

In the main city area, a magic light curtain lit up, but under the attack of the forbidden spell [Sea of ​​Explosion], it only lasted for three seconds before shattering.

In an instant, three-fifths of the city was engulfed in flames, and the weak Black Orc warriors died painfully in the flames.

The twelve external fortresses were bombarded by countless huge rocks from the star realm, and only one tenth of the troops stationed there survived.

Inside the headquarters of the 13th Legion of the Northern Army, a high-level black orc with soul consciousness watched the destruction of the Ceres Fortress that he had spent months rebuilding. His eyes turned blood red and a murderous intent emanated from him, suffocating the rest of the black orcs.

"Legion Commander, what should we do now?" A low-level black orc warrior with soul asked under tremendous pressure.

"Fight to the death." The high-level black orc turned his head and glanced at the low-level black orc warriors, suppressed his anger, and ordered, "Pass the order down, the 13th Legion will live and die with the Ceres Fortress."

"No matter what means or methods you use, try to kill the enemy as much as possible."

"The Black Orc God is with us."

"Yes."

The low-level Black Orc warrior Soul Intent answered loudly, then left the legion headquarters and went to gather as many troops as possible to resist.

"Narita."

"General."

When the low-level golden shadow warrior heard the words of the legion commander, he suppressed his inner fear and responded.

"Your mistakes require death to atone for them. Go and wash away your sins with your blood."

"I understand, General."

The fear in the heart of the low-level golden shadow warrior suddenly dissipated, replaced by fearlessness.

Death will be one's final outcome, and then there will be nothing to be afraid of.

Then before he dies, he needs to atone for his sins as much as possible.

Watching his subordinates leave, the high-level black orc picked up the bone sword on the weapon rack, walked out of the legion command center, and flew into the air.

Because of his mistake, the fall of Fort Ceres was a foregone conclusion, and the retreat of more than 200,000 friendly troops was cut off. He would be the sinner of the entire Northern Army.

Death will be the best way for him to atone for his sins.

In the South City and North City of the Seres Fortress, a low-level gold black orc crawled out of the ruins, pulled out the fragment of the ice spear stuck in his right arm, took out a blood-red potion from his arms, and poured it into his mouth.

"General."

Soon, several Black Orc soldiers gathered around, and when they saw the still-living general, a hint of joy appeared on their faces.

"How's it going?"

After his injuries eased a little, the low-level golden black orc looked at one of the officers and asked.

"General, the situation is out of control. The commander of the Thirteenth Legion, Lord Yabat, has ordered a fight to the death."

"Fight to the death, cough cough cough." The low-level gold black orc coughed a few times and said, "Gather our survivors and prepare to retreat."

"General, this order..."

A black orc officer looked hesitant and asked bravely.

"That's the order from the Thirteenth Legion. It has nothing to do with our Eleventh Legion. We must escape as quickly as possible and report to the Legion Commander."

"If it's too late, it's over."

"Yes."

After hearing this, the other officers hesitated for a moment and then answered.

Thirty thousand meters in the sky, more than three hundred dragon riders controlled their dragons, retracted their wings, and fell straight to the earth.

Feeling the cold wind and watching the fortress getting closer and closer, the dragon knight began to clear his mind, tightly gripping his lance and covering the dragon and his own body with his fighting spirit, forming layers of fighting spirit armor, preparing for battle.

At the same time, the side deck of the floating battleship was opened, and thousands of air combat magic puppets landed on the ground.

More than five thousand griffin riders took off and headed south.

Yabat, commander of the 13th Legion of the Black Orc Northern Army, looked at the swooping dragon knight, ignored him, and flew straight towards the floating fleet.

Since he was going to die, he no longer cared about such small-value goals.