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Chapter 420: The Battle for Holy City (Part 2)
Yet the Allied Forces beyond the city walls were no less fierce. They had long anticipated Cassander’s assault—this was not the first time such a strike had come. The Holy City’s walls, already riddled with cracks and scars, had even been breached before, only to be reclaimed by Cassander’s soldiers.
Now, the Arcane Legion of the Thrace Kingdom raised their staves, and blocks of golden energy—identical to those embedded in the city walls—flared into existence, forming a barrier against the descending barrage from above.
After all, they were both descendants of the same Empire. Their tactics were nearly identical.
But even these Sun Shields could not block everything. When the ballista launched its golden arrow spines, piercing through the defenses, soldiers fell one after another, pierced through and slain. Death raged across the land without pause, relentless and unyielding.
“You’re asking for death, Ile!” Tirena snarled, her eyes blazing with fury. She unfurled her wings, gripping the hilt of her greatsword tightly, and unleashed a torrent of explosive divine power from within the blade.
Boom!
Two forces of the same origin collided in the sky, unleashing an explosion that shook the heavens. A wave of intense heat radiated outward, sweeping across the battlefield, and the force of it sent a scorching wind roaring through the air.
“Tirena,” Ile leapt from the city wall, soaring upward with breathtaking speed until he hovered hundreds of meters high, his blade gleaming like a shard of starlight in the sky.
Then, with a thunderous slash, he brought the blade down.
A terrifying surge of energy plunged from above, so powerful it summoned a whirlwind of wind. His rage had awakened the very breath of the storm.
“To you rebels of the Empire,” Tirena declared without fear, “respect for your elders was never in the roots of your blood.”
She raised her greatsword once more, channeling a devastating burst of divine energy into the sky.
Boom!
Another cataclysmic explosion tore through the air.
Several Angel Divine Offspring plummeted from the heavens, their bodies burning like falling meteors.
But Ile, using the cover of flame-light, closed the distance in an instant—his blade aimed straight at Tirena’s pale neck.
She reacted swiftly, flaring her wings and rocketing upward by ten meters, then unleashing a searing beam of light down upon him.
Ile twisted his body, holding his long blade horizontally to block the beam. The scorching energy struck the steel, sending shockwaves through the air, but he held firm—retreating as he fought.
As a Titan Divine Offspring, Ile could hover in midair, but he lacked the agility of the Angel Divine Offspring. Tirena, meanwhile, danced through the air like a phantom, circling Ile’s flight with precision, searching for the one flaw in this warrior’s stance.
“Ile, Marshal!”
“Death before surrender! We guard Holy City to the last!”
One after another, Titan Divine Offspring warriors leapt from the city towers to reinforce Ile—but many were cut down by the rain of blazing light arrows.
They clashed in the sky and on the ground, a brutal dance of death. Angels fell from above, their wings aflame. Titans died mid-charge, their bodies shattered by divine fury.
Explosions ripped through the air. Fire raged across the battlefield.
Beams of light descended from above, melting stone as if it were wax.
Under the relentless assault of both armies, the already battered earth cracked open once more, splitting into deep fissures and forming massive craters.
Ile landed on the ground, facing Tirena across the field, and roared a battle cry that echoed like thunder.
“Tirena!”
“King Aragon once said—possessing Holy City means wielding Imperial Authority!”
“Otis is the true Emperor! And Wilhelm, the one you serve—just a greedy man clinging to power!”
“Otis is the true Emperor!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Titan Divine Offspring cheered, pounding the earth with their massive hammers. The ground trembled with each strike, groaning in agony.
This was the strength of the Divine-Blooded Nobles—once the foundation of the Faldran Empire, now the secret weapons of the three modern kingdoms.
Each Divine Offspring possessed strength rivaling that of a supernatural being, and the most powerful among them—Dukes—could reach the peak of legend.
Seeing the clash between two Divine Offspring, the mortal troops instinctively fell back.
This was a battle of cataclysmic proportions. Mortals could not survive it.
The beams of the Angel Divine Offspring, the tremors of the Titan Divine Offspring—both could kill mortals with a single touch.
This had always been the hallmark of the ancient Sacred Fedran military system: the elite Divine Descendant Army was overwhelmingly powerful, capable of fighting celestial races and demons alike. But the mortal legions beneath them were pitifully weak.
Only the Arcane Legion remained a force worth noting.
And so, as the Divine Offspring grew weaker, the kingdoms born from the fall of Sacred Fedran could barely hold their own territories.
Once, the Holy Fedran Empire had used Amanata’s strength to expand across realms—but without the Radiance of the Sun, they could no longer even protect their own homeland.
“You’re twisting the King’s words!”
“Holy City lies closest to Thrace Kingdom! Yet you Cassander scum dare to occupy it?”
“You rebels will never truly claim it!”
Tirena swung her wings again, her slender, pale arms effortlessly wielding her three-meter greatsword, unleashing wave after wave of explosive light.
Behind her, more Angel Divine Offspring surged forward, their wings flaring as they unleashed beams of flame.
And behind them, tens of thousands of mortal soldiers marched forward under their commanders’ commands, slowly approaching Teotihuacan. The wagons carrying logistical supplies groaned beneath the weight, rolling forward with a dull, relentless rhythm.
Ile let out a cold laugh, slicing through the beam of light with a single slash of his blade. Then he glanced at the vast army behind them—and burst into laughter.
“Hahahaha!”
“Have all your Divine Offspring in Thrace died out? You send mere mortals to die for you?”
“Wilhelm must be near his breaking point! Can such weaklings even stand against Cassander?”
But this time, the Thrace soldiers behind the Angel Divine Offspring weren’t just watching.
They lifted the fabric from the wagons, hauling out great black metal cannons—the Thunder Hammers of the Empire of Ashen!
Tirena pointed her greatsword toward the Holy City.
“Destroy them! Open fire!”
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Thunder roared through the sky as gunsmoke erupted from the cannons. Shells arced through the air in elegant curves, slamming into Cassander’s lines.
These were outdated cannons—no longer using the new fragmentation shells, but solid, iron-filled rounds.
Yet even so, when they struck the masses, the damage was severe. Even Titan Divine Offspring, accustomed to supernatural resilience, were caught off guard. Many were wounded, crushed by the impact.
Though their power paled in comparison to the Arcane Legion’s spells, these cannons had one advantage: sheer numbers.
Thrace Kingdom had purchased thirty-five thousand Thunder Hammer II cannons. Thousands of them had already been brought to this battlefield.
And to deploy them, Wilhelm had brought over seventy thousand mortal soldiers—enough to exhaust the resources of any Northern kingdom. But for Thrace, it was merely a matter of course.
As shells rained down from the sky like falling fire, Ile casually extended his hand—
Pang!
A dull, heavy sound.
The shell landed in his palm, red-hot and smoking.
Sizzle—crack!
With growing pressure, he crushed the shell in his grip, reducing it to twisted scrap.
“This… is powerful,” he muttered, his expression darkening. “It gives mortals the strength to wound even Divine Offspring. And with so many…”
He stared at the dark muzzles of the cannons in the distance, his eyes narrowing.
Even the Sun God Trebuchets on the city walls required trained veterans to operate, and they were rare and expensive.
But now, he saw the mortal soldiers still holding strange short rods, firing high-speed projectiles with astonishing force—far beyond that of ordinary bows.
“What are those weapons?”
His expression grew grave. His gaze, once filled with contempt, now burned with surprise.
(End of Chapter)
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