Chapter 802 The End of the War - Prelude

When the war broke out, the Southern Army Command had very few matters to deal with.

This war was not for a quick victory, but for the ultimate goal of seizing the six southern regions of the Kingdom of Skalovi.

In addition, an agreement was reached with King Rivakanmon of the Kingdom of Skalovi, and countless troops belonging to the Church of the God of the Beast were betrayed, and countless warriors loyal to the Church of the God of the Beast died in this conspiracy.

In addition, Rivakanmon also held high the banner of faith, constantly extracting noble troops from other regions and transporting them to the western border, preparing to take this opportunity to consolidate the power of the royal family and weaken the strength of the nobles.

On the streets of Tarafa City, the capital of the Tarafa region, Weilin took a few guards and wandered around.

He didn't need to worry about this war, he only needed to regularly inspect the warehouse to ensure that the wealth belonging to the Southern Army would not be stolen by the rats.

As time passed, the Southern Army steadily advanced and gradually eroded the land of the six western regions of the Kingdom of Skalovi.

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On September 30, 9760 of the Glorious Calendar, the once-prosperous Angoya Empire was on the verge of collapse, its territory was lost, and its capital was besieged and about to fall.

Under the city walls, countless corpses were piled up, including Ansa and Teton, North Mil and South Mil, and even Angoya.

On the city walls, the eyes of the defending army were full of fatigue.

A young knight took off his helmet, leaned against the low wall, and looked at the long sword that had been broken, his face full of bitterness.

Two months of uninterrupted siege, hundreds of thousands of people died.

The blood dyed the moat red, and the corpses suffocated the aquatic monsters.

The enemy had priests, but they did not.

The difference was obvious, and the losses continued to rise. Now even ordinary people had to take up weapons and climb the city walls, but what role did ordinary people have?

"Sir, please drink water." A thin soldier came to the young knight with a bowl of water, with a trace of fear on his face, and said respectfully.

The young knight took the wooden bowl, looked down at the blood-red water in the bowl, and drank it all without changing his expression.

"How many people are left in your brigade?"

The young knight handed the wooden bowl to the thin soldier and asked.

The thin soldier had a bitter look on his face, opened his mouth, was stunned for a long time, and finally said a number.

"Eight people."

"Eight people, only one out of a hundred survived?"

Hearing this number, the young knight muttered to himself, and a feeling of powerlessness rose in his heart.

He remembered that the troops of the soldiers who delivered water only went up to the city wall last night, with a total of more than a thousand people. Now it was just past noon and they were almost gone.

There were more than three million people in the imperial capital, and I didn't know how long they could hold out.

Maybe it will be soon, this war will end soon, but I don't know if I can live to that time.

"Sir, I hope... I hope..."

Looking at the hesitant thin soldier, the young knight forced a smile on his face and said calmly: "Don't be anxious, take your time."

"Sir, I hope you can take this letter to my father, he should be... should be..."

As he spoke, the thin soldier didn't know what to say.

After being forced into the army, he lost contact with his family. In the chaotic world, his family might have been gone.

Seeing this, the young knight grabbed the letter and looked at the name on it.

"Kern, a nice name."

"I swear in the name of Lantuta that I will do my best to help you deliver the letter to your family."

"Of course, the premise is that I am alive."

"Thank you, sir." The thin soldier knelt on the ground and knocked his head on the ground.

"Go back and prepare. I don't know how many rounds of siege will come again. Try to survive." The young knight stuffed the letter into the inside of the armor, stepped forward to help the other party up, and said with a smile.

"Thank you, sir, may the God of Beasts protect you!"

The thin soldier thanked him here, then picked up his weapon and left.

Watching the other side's back disappear, the young knight picked up the helmet and put it on his head.

"Master, I'm back."

A three-seal knight came to the young knight, bowed and saluted, with a sad look.

"Speak."

The young knight looked calm, quietly looking at the three-seal knight, waiting for his answer.

"Master, your sister, Miss Duliwa died in battle."

"Really?" The young knight's voice did not fluctuate at all. He turned around and looked outside the city. There were corpses everywhere, and the army began to gather in the distance. "She didn't have to go to the battlefield. Since she chose this path, she couldn't blame others for her death."

"Master, you..."

"I'm in a good mood, don't worry."

"Take a good rest, it's going to start again soon, try to survive."

After that, the young knight picked up the knight's sword and left this section of the wall.

It's impossible for him not to feel pain in his heart when his beloved sister died in battle, but how long can he live?

The drums of war sounded, and a new round of siege began.

In the battle for the city wall, the young knight waved his broken knight sword and forgot his pain.

As night approached, the enemy retreated again.

Sitting in the pile of corpses, taking off his helmet, leaning against the parapet, looking at the sunset, he was alive again.

Looking around, a broken palm made him feel strangely familiar.

Grabbing it and looking at the mark on the middle finger, the young knight whispered: "It seems you didn't make it."

Soon after, more than a thousand soldiers in armor were sent to the city wall to replace the previous annihilated army and continue to guard this section of the city wall.

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On October 1, an abnormal phenomenon appeared in the Metagea plane.

Feeling the vibration of magic power, Weilin stopped practicing, walked out of the secret room, came to the garden, and looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds gathered, lightning and thunder, strong winds whistled, the trees in the garden shook violently, and the leaves rustled.

Visible's sight penetrated the clouds, and Weilin could see a star breaking away from the shackles of the Metagea plane and escaping to the astral world.

"The war is over."

Recalling the secret that his grandfather told him, this should be the God of Beasts breaking away from the Metagea plane and heading to the astral world with his kingdom of God.

As the stars went away, the atmosphere between heaven and earth became more and more oppressive. This was a manifestation of the anger of the Metagea plane itself. Even the world consciousness could only try its best to appease it, but could not completely calm it down.

"My Lord, the clergy of the Church of the God of Beasts imprisoned in the city are going crazy."

Kyle fell from the sky, came to Weilin's side, and reported.

"Their gods abandoned them, so they are naturally going crazy." Weilin said to Kyle while staring at the scene above the sky.

As he spoke, a beam of light shot towards the kingdom of the God of Beasts. It was unknown whether it was the work of the indigenous gods or the dark hands of the gods of the world of Ilaria.