Rielian's roar ignited the long-suppressed fury of the rebel army.
They could no longer endure it, and resolutely launched a desperate charge against the Noble Army at the execution ground!
These former commoners, now forged into a sharp blade by faith, erupted with power far exceeding their past selves, driven by anger and sorrow.
The first to bear the brunt were the rangers and mages who had been in a standoff with them earlier.
They were well-trained and well-equipped, but now they faced not hesitant and fearful commoners, but fanatics with the flames of vengeance burning in their eyes!
Rielian led the charge.
He was no longer the assistant content to stand behind the Saintess and share her burdens, but a warrior chosen by the gods—the newly acquired power of the Paladin surged through his veins.
The machete in his hand was already blunted, but each swing was imbued with golden holy flames, easily tearing through the rangers' leather armor and forcing the obstructing guards to retreat.
At this moment, he transformed into a ruthless Machine of Divine Smite, without considering tactics, no longer weighing gains and losses, with only one cold and violent thought in his heart:
Avenge Liriel! Tear apart everyone who stands in the way!
Several layers of different colored shields flowed around him, collectively cast by the newly promoted Priests and Paladins behind him.
Among the 500 believers who volunteered for the front lines, about 100 received divine grace and were re-classed as Priests and Paladins of varying levels.
Beside Rielian, a middle-aged woman who was once a weaver now raised her hands, softly chanting the name of the Dragon of Radiance.
Golden light surged from her palms, quickly enveloping a small area around her.
Just a few seconds later, the wounds of the rebel soldiers hit by arrows or magic stopped bleeding and scabbed over, and they all stood up again, resolutely throwing themselves into a new round of charge.
What flickered at the fingertips of the mage apprentices was no longer arcane missiles, but scorching holy fire, accurately hitting the mages' shields, instantly creating violent ripples.
The 'former private soldiers' brought by Asulate became the mainstays on the chaotic battlefield, still maintaining clear minds.
Some were responsible for protecting and assisting the slightly out-of-control rebel soldiers, while others directly cut into the Noble Army's lines, segmenting and surrounding them!
Under the combined assault of the Dracthyr soldiers' exquisite tactics and the rebel army's fanatical charge, this small contingent of the Noble Army's formation quickly collapsed.
The rebel army transformed into boiling lava, with the will to incinerate everything and the fierce courage of newborn calves, actually pushing back the smaller but more elite Noble Army!
"You, quickly trigger the alarm! Everyone else, hold steady! Reinforcements will be here soon!" the Noble officer shouted hoarsely, trying to regroup his formation.
However, his voice was drowned out by the thunderous roars of the rebel army and the harsh symphony of clashing weapons.
Nevertheless, his efforts were not in vain. A few minutes after the rebel army launched its charge, the magical alarm of the Noble District finally pierced the sky.
The sound tore through the tranquility of other areas of the Noble District, sharp like the dying wail of a beast.
Rielian cleaved through an obstructing shield with his machete, then crashed into a mage, fiercely elbowing him in the chest, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible.
He didn't even look at the fallen enemy, his gaze fixed on the deeper parts of the Noble District ahead.
Almost there! As long as they break through this line of defense, they can charge into the Well of Stars!
However, just as the rebel army's momentum peaked and the Noble Army's defense line was on the verge of collapse—deep within the Noble District, at the top of the Pale Tower, a dazzling burst of arcane light suddenly ignited!
Immediately afterward, several teleportation gates rapidly opened behind the Noble Army.
Unlike the previous execution squad, every figure stepping out of the teleportation gates radiated a suffocating magical fluctuation.
They wore magnificent enchanted robes, held gem-encrusted staves, and their eyes were cold and arrogant.
It was Sendarra's strongest unit—the High Mage Corps!
The leading old mage scanned the chaotic battlefield with an indifferent gaze, as if looking down on a struggle between insects.
The sapphire at the tip of his staff instantly emitted a dazzling purple light.
Buzz—!
An invisible and chilling arcane force field instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.
Rielian, who was charging, felt as if he had suddenly crashed into a wall, his holy shield flickering violently, emitting an unbearable wail.
He grunted, his forward momentum abruptly halted!
The rebel soldiers at the forefront around him were even more vulnerable, as if struck by a heavy hammer, they all spat blood, flew backward, and the golden-red light on them rapidly dimmed.
At the same time, the other mages' lips moved slightly, and their incantations were quickly completed.
At first nothing happened, until the ground began to tremble…
Three colossal Arcane Guardians, five meters tall and powered by arcane energy, slowly strode forward!
The constructs' footsteps were incredibly heavy, each step shaking the ground.
They wielded massive fists made of adamantite, striking the most densely packed areas of the rebel army like pile drivers!
"Watch out! Arcane Guardians!" Asulate's warning sounded, but the disorganized rebel army had no way to avoid them!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each heavy punch was accompanied by the piercing sound of bones shattering and agonizing screams.
The shields formed by divine grace shattered like paper under the impact of absolute power, and warriors directly hit were instantly pulverized into meat paste!
The shockwaves violently threw the surrounding crowd into the air!
After summoning the Arcane Guardians, the High Mages also made their moves.
A female mage waved her staff, and an biting cold current swept out along the ground like a white giant wave!
Wherever the cold current passed, the ground instantly froze into a thick layer of ice, and dozens of rebel soldiers were frozen into ice sculptures, their faces still fixed with the angry expressions of their charge!
Another mage summoned arcane missiles dense as rain, these missiles seemed to have eyes, precisely bypassing the remnants of the Noble Army, tracking down the Priests and Paladins radiating divine grace, blowing them to pieces!
The situation instantly reversed!
The rebel army, which had been unstoppable moments ago, was plunged into despair!
The terrifying power of the High Mages far exceeded their expectations.
The rebel army's insignificant strength, even with divine grace, seemed so vulnerable in the face of absolute power suppression!
Their formation was completely disrupted by the Arcane Golems and area-of-effect magic, and casualties rapidly increased.
The wave of charge was brutally shattered against the sturdy defenses of the Noble District.
Rielian knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his machete, panting heavily.
A chilling cold emanated from his left arm, the result of being grazed by the cold current earlier, the thin ice covering it melting from his body temperature and divine grace.
He looked up, gazing at the old mage floating in mid-air, indifferently overlooking the battlefield, witnessing the three Arcane Guardians rampaging through the crowd, seeing his companions who were charging alongside him just a second ago constantly falling around him.
A cold and heavy sense of oppression replaced the scorching flames of vengeance, weighing heavily on his heart.
The shadow of the Pale Tower mercilessly descended, seemingly growing larger and more chilling at this moment.
Rielian felt a violent churning in his stomach, blood almost bursting from his throat.
The rusty taste of despair spread in his mouth, yet he held it back, ultimately not spitting it out.
"Is this the end?"
Rielian swung his machete, laboriously striking down an enemy, the frostbite on his left arm slowing his movements.
Just as they were on the verge of collapse—from the shadows of several lavishly decorated buildings deep within the Noble District, dozens of lightning-fast figures shot out without warning!
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