Amber Sword

At that moment, she finally felt that Lord Marsha had not abandoned this kingdom. Like a mother gently watching over her children, witnessing them steadfastly uphold their noble honor and faith through generations.

The rain continued to fall.

Only seven Templars remained, their limbs cold. They did not know how to accept the reality before them, having lost their companions, even the Deputy Commander had died here in battle.

The most noble blood of the Cruz people silently flowed over this remote mountain land, whose name they did not even know.

Above the clouds.

Flames intermingled, the Black Tower Wizard’s square tower shattered in a violent explosion, then plummeted into the mountains of Anlek.

The Southern Army’s Flying Dragon Cavalry was organizing the final charge, under the rain, explosions converged in gatherings, under the golden lights and shadows, the kingdom’s knights demonstrated their utmost courage.

The Taylor withdrew from battle.

The Iris withdrew from battle.

The cabin of the Luo Erbo caught fire and subsequently exploded.

The Wawengli crashed.

Northda felt the wound beneath his armor threatening to tear open; the sub-dragon beneath him had a massive gash on its shoulder from shrapnel, with its tail and wings singed. Severe pain tormented every inch of his nerves, but he understood that he could not retreat a single step. The outcome of the battle relied on the confrontation between the Templars and Brand’s group. Until then, they must prevent the Cruz fleet from enveloping the central positions of the Princess Army with their firepower.

But the Southern Army had already exhausted its greatest efforts.

No reinforcements, it seemed as though the outcome of the battle was infinitely far away. Although on the ground the Northern Alliance was slowly retreating, above the skies, the monk soldiers of the Flame Temple painted a nightmarish scene among the rain like endless meteors.

The crisp sound rang in his ears.

It was the flintlock gunmen’s volley from the Perran’s cannon deck; Northda felt a tremendous force hit his chest, but he clung stubbornly to the reins. Several comrades beside him fell from the sky.

"We’ve done our best."

He looked up, as if hoping to see the dazzling light of the Trade Wind Ring. But the storm obscured the entire outer sea of Ambeser, blending heaven and earth into one. Below the clouds lay utter darkness, sunlight could hardly penetrate through the dark clouds.

In the darkness, there was no light.

Northda squinted his eyes.

Suddenly——

A speck of light seemed to flicker momentarily in the distant darkness. In an instant, it seemed as though a tear had appeared in the Perran’s already weakened magic shield, as a ball of fire ignited on this flagship of the Cruz.

Explosions, flames, fragmented wooden pieces soared up from the deck.

"It’s artillery!"

Northda seemed to shiver, suddenly awakened. How could there be artillery fire? Could it be friendly fire from the Cruz? No, he suddenly recalled that flickering speck of light.

He turned his head stiffly in that direction.

...

The Cruz seemed unable to believe they were under attack.

But the Kenuolia Second Fleet was indeed subjected to unexpected and intense artillery barrage from the flank, bright explosions crisscrossed in the sky.

The first salvo fell on the seven escort ships at the flank. Especially the outermost Bilasso, which, lacking vigilance, absorbed nearly the entire barrage with its side armor, causing the entire battleship to disintegrate mid-air, transforming into brilliant fireworks.

The shelling continued.

An unfamiliar fleet was thrusting directly into the battlefield from the direction of Holy White Bay, intense artillery fire roared from this fleet, enveloping the entire flank of the Kenuolia Second Fleet like a storm.

The Cruz lost nearly a tenth of their ships in an instant.

The massive fleet awkwardly tried to turn around, seemingly they finally realized who their opponents were. Indeed, it was a fleet not inferior to theirs; the Eruein had purchased these battleships from the Wind Elves, over twenty years expending countless manpower and resources to assemble this fleet.

This could be said to be the only fleet in this ancient kingdom possessing the essence of the current era.

The Erune Royal First Fleet was slowly sailing forward among the clouds.

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(PS: Alright, Blackie kept insisting I change the recommendation, complaining about having too few sections, so those...no, my synopsis will be posted again. Try with the later Chapters, since it won’t count towards the paid word count...) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)