Day 5.

The crystal cluster giants still rushed in like a tide, and monsters from the Holy Spirit Plain seemed to be endless, while human power... was on the verge of limits.

Arcane energy gathered into rounds of lightning storms, and devastating power kept licking the shaking energy barrier of the Saint Sunil shield. An extremely unsettling low whistle echoed inside the entire shield, as if the roars of thousands of people were roaring, and it seemed that a crack leading to the abyss was constantly cracking deep in the earth. The once complete barrier was actually riddled with holes, and large pieces of fragmented noise spots covered the city. The noise spots and the whistle that filled the shield all reminded the city guards: the shield was about to collapse.

Overactive magic power accumulates over the plains and has begun to affect the astronomical phenomena. It should be the summer season, but the entire city is swept by a gust of cold wind. The Ansu King Banner with blue bottom and gold edges is clamoring over the city walls, dancing wildly in the wind. Under the king banner, the scarred and exhausted knights and soldiers are trapped beside the catapults and large crossbows, trapped behind the walls, staring at the plain below with a numb tenacity.

The stone bombs and giant crossbow arrows used to defend the city were still piled up on the city walls, but less than one-third of the crossbows and catapults were still fighting - because the mages who applied magical effects to the ammunition had exhausted their magic power.

Mana is something that is easier to dry out than physical strength, and it is also a factor that is more susceptible to environmental influences. The mage must recover its strength faster in a relatively stable environment. However, at this moment, the entire city of San Sunil is shrouded by a turbulent magic field. After all, human spirit is not a machine, and it is impossible to meditate smoothly in such a magic environment. The mages of the Wang family do their best to maintain the firepower of the defense line, but as this fierce battle beyond human imagination continues day by day, more and more middle and low-level mages temporarily lose the ability to continue to control their magic power, and the withdrawal of these mages is the inevitable beginning of the entire defense line's inevitable collapse.

Without the assistance of combat mages, conventional stone bullets and crossbow arrows have little effect on those crystal cluster giants.

Welsh was wearing a lot of blood stains and a lot of scars. He carried the King's Sword and walked slowly across the southern city wall. The cold wind kept moving between the shield and the city wall, rolling the cloak behind him and the hair on his forehead.

He walked through a city wall that had just experienced fierce battles - this section of shield was once pierced, and the powerful arc of arcs shattered large pieces of stone bricks and left a bunch of charred remains on the ground. The craftsmen and mages urgently re-hardened the ground here, repaired the trenchers here, and the new soldiers replaced the team that had been killed before and continued to stick to it.

A knight in broken armor leaned against a nearby wall. The emblem of the royal knights could still be seen on his breastplate. He raised his head slightly, his face covered in blood, motionless, as if he had been dead for a long time.

Wales did think the knight was killed in battle, but when the sound of a trumpet sounded in the distance and the monster hit the barrier again, the blood-stained knight instantly turned over and rushed towards the nearest trencher, and began to command the soldiers to launch a counterattack.

The new king looked at all this and said nothing, and he continued to walk forward, patrolling the walls he had vowed to hold on.

Another terrifying whistling sounded from the shield, and the entire city of San Sunil was as violently shook as if it was shrouded in a big bell.

A moment later, the wind sounded, and Berdevin, dressed in the Arcane Eye robe, landed beside Wales, and said quickly: "Your Majesty, the South District Shield Node has just been burned."

"I heard the whistle..." Wales said calmly, "How long can it last?"

Duke Bedevin raised his hand and pointed at the rapidly spreading noise above the capital: "...it has begun to collapse."

The Great Shield of San Sunil is collapsing - it has been under pressure far beyond the design threshold in the past few days. At this moment, all nodes have been half-destroyed or completely destroyed. What's more deadly is that the magic focus underground in the capital can no longer provide enough energy. The lack of energy is triggering a chain reaction of shield decomposition, causing its nodes to be swallowed and melted by the backlash magic.

Some people also noticed the collapsed shield on the city wall, but no one left the defense line. Wales just watched calmly as the scene of the shield gradually collapsed, and only whispered a few seconds later: "We should follow the advice of Grand Duke Victoria, expand the scale of the magic net, and connect it with the shield."

“Too many people are skeptical about Cecil’s technology, and now, it’s time to accept the price.”

Wales didn't say anything, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the Cathedral of Holy Light.

A majestic light was gushing out from the top of the ancient cathedral, filled with endless solemnity and vast aura.

The Great Shield did not last until reinforcements arrived, which was expected, but after the shield collapsed and before filling the gap with human lives, San Sunil had a last layer of city wall for resistance.

"The God-power has been entrenched in this royal capital for so many years, and it is time to fulfill their duties."

The ceremony of divine descending has reached its final critical stage, and the Great Hall of Light has become a sea of ​​holy light.

The Holy Light Cloud floating on the top of the hall has fallen to the ground, just like the legendary sacred vision before the arrival of the heaven. In the immersion of the Holy Light Cloud, every pillar and every sculpture in the Great Light Hall seemed to be wrapped in a crystal-like shell, allowing the "city of light casting" described in the sacred books to come to the earth. In this ocean full of holy light, the bishops wearing luxurious robes and crowns are piously praising the power of the God of Holy Light. The layers of prayer surging with the sea of ​​holy light clouds in the hall, and are constantly gathering towards the Pope standing in the center of the hall.

St. Ivan III stood there, holding a platinum scepter symbolizing divine power. He raised his hand with the scepter high and hit the ground hard for the first time:

“Blessed by the name of the Lord, may your will be carried out on the earth, so that the earth can be bathed in grace, and that all living beings can be protected and forgiven!”

The light poured out from the pores of the pope's facial features, as if a powerful light source was filling his body, and he tried hard to break free from the shackles of the flesh and blood.

In the bishops' unison praise, he hit the ground for the second time:

"Blessed by the name of the Lord, may your will be implemented in the sky, so that the world will shine brightly, evil will be hidden, and darkness will be hidden!"

The glory flowed on the pope, condensing a taller and more vast virtual image. This virtual image still has a papal face, but behind it, more illusory overlapping shadows rose, as if the faces and figures of countless people were condensed together, forming a brilliant image of a giant.

Finally, he hit the ground for the third time:

"Blessed by the name of the Lord, you are the first shelter in darkness, the hope that mortals first seek, and all living beings will always seek light, just as you will always protect all living beings - you are the origin and the end, you have forever, and forever, we pray that you will come to this world that is protected by you, and so is today-"

A holy and illusory bell exploded, overwhelming all the prayers and praises in the Great Hall of Light. The bell tower of the entire Holy Light Cathedral also rang, and the real and illusory bells echoed.

In the bell, a bright and bright mirror suddenly appeared on the body of Saint Ivan III. This mirror overlapped with the glorious giant standing behind him. The two quickly merged and suddenly rose up.

Above the Holy Light Cathedral, a giant 100 meters tall slowly stood up.

The God-Submission Rite was successful.

On the wall of Saint Sunil, Wales Moen quietly watched the giant with bright light stand up from the city, and watched the light released by him spread rapidly towards the wall, and could not help but feel moved.

"Is that the power of the gods..."

With a sigh, the large shield that had covered the capital until now finally reached its limit of operation. With a series of strange whistlings and tearing sounds, large patches of noise quickly spread across the barrier, and at the next moment, they split into turbulent light particles in the sky and sprinkled on the capital. Almost as the shield collapsed, the light-cast giant also opened his hands, and a series of light walls like crystal pierced the dirty clouds above the plain, protecting the entire city wall layer by layer.

The irrational crystal cluster monsters were not afraid of the power from the gods at all. Instead, they became excited because of the sudden huge energy and began to roar wildly, and the attack became even more crazy. Countless giants used lightning, bodies, and even self-destruction to bombard the "new shield". However, the light-cast giants only maintained the posture of opening their arms, and the shield wall covering the entire city remained unmoved.

This is the divine submission technique of Saint Ivan III, which can put the entire Ansu king in a temporarily invincible state!

Berdevin Franklin stared at the Holy Light Giant that protected the entire capital, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "It's a pity that if Saint Ivan III was twenty years younger... No, even if he was ten years younger, the magic technique could last for more than three days, and Saint Sunil could persevere until reinforcements arrived..."

Wales did not respond to Bedwin's words. He just frowned and swept across the southern walls. Under the baptism of the Holy Light, countless tired soldiers were restored to their physical strength. Waves of spiritual encouragement brought them into a state of joy and gratitude. The soldiers took out the holy light amulets and began to pray. Even a few who did not believe in the Holy Light God could not help but start to praise the name of the Holy Light God.

He took a breath slightly and raised the sword in his hand: "Hurry up and rest! Eat, drink water, check weapons, and don't waste time!!

"The magic of God's submission is time-limited! When it is over, the defense line of San Sunil will only be our flesh and blood!

"This is our last chance to rest - seize it and persevere until reinforcements arrive!!"

Amid the king's shouts, the soldiers who were immersed in gratitude for the Holy Light suddenly woke up. They realized that the safety in front of them was actually quite short. The Great Shield of Saint Sunil had collapsed. At this moment, the entire defense line was maintained by the magical arts forced to be released by a decaying old man. After realizing this, everyone on the city wall immediately took action, began to drink water and eat, seize the time to rest, adjust their state, and prepare for the final challenge.

In the Cathedral of Holy Light, in the corridor in front of the entrance of the Great Hall of Light, Veronica was quietly staring at the closed door.

In order to ensure that the magical submission technique is foolproof, all the attendants and lower priests have been dismissed. At this moment, there were only a team of monks and a team of inner court knights guarding outside the building, and she was the only one in the corridor leading to the hall.

"Divine submission technique..." Veronica said softly, and the solemn and sacred aura continued to radiate from behind the door ahead, faintly echoing the holy light on her body, but it clearly dispersed at the moment when it was about to merge. "This time, it is the purest sample in seven hundred years..."

Accompanied by the gentle voice of herself, the "Saint Princess" walked towards the front door slowly, and then pushed open the door of the Great Light Hall without any concern.

The surging holy light instantly filled Veronica's sight, waves of light surged in her direction, but all the light turned into a gentle stream of light when approaching her and disappeared silently.

In the hall, the group of bishops who prayed devoutly seemed to have no sense of anyone entering this space at all. Every bishop in a state of prayer maintained the same posture, as if he was automatically running. Only the pope in the middle of the hall responded to the appearance of Veronica. This "spokesman" who had already become faintly integrated with the holy light and had countless light flows flowing through his body slowly raised his eyelids and made a slow sound like rusting: "Vero...Nica...Why...You...Suddenly...In..."

"Just let you know that this experimental project is over."

The Pope's thinking was obviously already in a very slow state: "Experience...project?"

Veronica smiled slightly, and slowly placed her hand on the platinum scepter in the hands of Saint Ivan III, and said softly: "Yes, the project about the essence of the gods and the laws of operation."

"What are you doing..." The pope's voice finally regained a little human texture. He seemed to be trying to break free from this slow state of thinking. Some kind of panic appeared in his tone, "You will... ruin all this... this city..."

Veronica held the platinum scepter and pulled it out of the hands of Saint Ivan III little by little: "No, the magic of God will continue, and this city will not be destroyed, but that has nothing to do with your god."

As the Platinum Scepter was stripped away, Saint Ivan III's voice finally became smooth, his tone was filled with shock and anger: "Who are you?!"

"Just a disobedient," Veronica smiled slightly, and gently tapped the head of the scepter on Saint Ivan III, "Norton Royal Family Says Hello to you and the Master behind you."
Chapter completed!