The Amber Sword

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The Abyss(1)

The grey sky overhead was dispersing, like oats dissolving in milk. Brendel was standing in the middle of the plains, looking at the dead body of the Holy Cathedral’s of Fire’s deputy leader, the black flame on his body was gradually fading away like black butterflies dancing gracefully.

“How was it?” Orthylss asked all of a sudden.

“Dangerous.” Brendel gasped slightly. The last fight with William made him acknowledge the gap between his strength and the capabilities of someone who is truly strong. Even if William did not fight back at the last moment, he would not have been able to break through this deputy leader’s defense if he did not use his Berserk talent.

It could be said that apart from his own capability, luck also had a part in this outcome. However, the fortunate thing was that he won, and that was enough.

He paused for a second.

Brendel suddenly asked, “Master Orthlyss, you already knew that Kelsie’s Cards had flaws, right?”

Orthlyss smiled gently, “Some things will only leave a deep impression if experienced personally. Years of battling taught me this, a new soldier would never become an experienced veteran without facing challenges and setbacks, little fellow.”

It was still raining.

The Paladins only had seven people left whose hands and feet were cold. They did not know how to accept the reality in front of their eyes; they had lost their comrades and even their deputy head had lost his life.

The noblest blood of the Kirrlutz flowed across this unknown wilderness silently.

Above the clouds.

Flames could be seen in the sky, and a tower of the Black Tower Mages exploded vertically before collapsing down into the Arreck Mountains.

The Dragon Cavalry of the Southern Army was organizing for its final charge in the rain, with golden flames all around due to the explosions. The kingdom’s knights finally put in all their courage into this battle.

Even though they were not this kingdom’s frontline army, they still showed relative determination and strong will.

Taylor withdrew from the battle; Iris withdrew from the battle; Rorbo’s cabin caught fire and exploded; Vaugli crashed.

Nosidal felt as if the wound under the armor was about to tear apart. He sat down on a dragon which had one side of its wings cut by shrapnel, and both its tail and wings were burnt. The excruciating pain was tormenting him, but he could not take even one step back, the Paladins were fighting with Brendel’s men on both sides. Before that, they must prevent the Kirrlutz’s fleet from firing towards the central camp of the princess’ army.

The Southern army had given in their best.

Without any reinforcements, the battle seemed never-ending. Although the Northern Coalition Army on the ground was gradually retreating, the Holy Cathedral of Fire soldiers in the sky was about to face a disaster.

Loud crisp sounds rang beside his ears.

It came from the artillery deck of the Perrlan class warships. Nosidal felt a huge force striking his chest but he continued holding on to the reins. Several comrades fell to the ground on one side.

“We tried our best.”

He looked up as if he wanted to see the bright light of the Loop of Trade Winds. But the storm obscured the entire shore of Ampere Seale. The sky and earth combined into one, darkness covered the entire place as sunlight could hardly penetrate through the dark clouds.

There was no light in the darkness.

Nosidal squinted his eyes.

Suddenly –

There seemed to be a flash of light in the dark distance. For a moment, it seemed that the magic shield of the Perrlan class warships had been ripped open and was weakened. Then, a burst of fire lighted upon this Kirrltuz flagship.

Explosions, flames, and cracked wooden floors rose from the deck.

“It’s artillery fire!”

Nosidal appeared to be struck with spirit and immediately woke up. How can there be shelling? Is it a misfire from the Kirrlutz people? No. He suddenly remembered that flash of light.

He slightly turned back stiffly.

……

The Kirrlutz people did not seem to have believed that they had been attacked.

But the second fleet of Konolia was indeed being bombarded with unexpected artillery fire from the flanks. Brillant sparks and explosions erupted in the clear sky.

The first round of artillery landed on the flanks of the seven warships. The most far edged Belasuo was badly hit in particular, due to the lack of preparations. The artillery fire was almost absorbed fully by the side armor and the entire warship disintegrated in mid-air, turning into colorful fireworks.

The artillery fire continued.

An unfamiliar fleet has directly entered into the battlefield from the direction of St. White Bay and fierce artillery fire roared out from this fleet, covering the entire flank of Konolia’s Second Fleet like a hurricane.

The Kirrlutz lost almost one-tenth of their ships in an instant.

The huge fleet tried to turn around awkwardly, and they seemed to finally understand who their opponent was. It was indeed a fleet not inferior to them.

Aouine had bought these battleships from the Wind Elves and spent countless manpower and financial resources to build this fleet in twenty years.

This fleet was the only army from Aouine that could be labeled as magnificent. Advancing slowly between the clouds and destroying everything in its wake.

The Royal Fleet of Aouine has entered the scene.