War, war, war.
Death, death, death.
The intertwining of flesh and blood, and the fires of judgment, weave together into a vast mist of turmoil.
Outside the Lonely Mountain Castle, fearless warriors face off against an army of heathens and angels, locked in fierce combat.
In the sea of black and red, countless severed heads and limbs float, their broken swords swirling in the sky like birds dancing.
In such a chaotic backdrop of blood and flesh, many Maria faction warriors are consumed by a bloodlust. Witnessing the deaths of comrades and loved ones has made them numb, their emotions hardened under the pressure.
Their determination is unwavering.
Guns give way to swords, which are then abandoned for magic; when magic runs dry, they resort to hand-to-hand combat, and if even their limbs are severed, they bite with their teeth, and if their teeth shatter, they attack with their heads.
Not a single one of them falters, not a single one retreats. As descendants of noble warriors like Eve and Adam, the people of Acadia are born with a hidden fierceness.
To protect the men and children within the castle, the people of Acadia can unleash the most savage instincts within themselves.
In this world, no other people understand the true meaning of sacrifice as deeply as the people of Acadia.
The clash of weapons echoes through the air, in the midst of the blood-soaked battlefield, a lullaby that every child of Acadia grew up hearing.
With the unwavering spirit of sacrifice, they face death without fear.
The warriors are torn between courage and fear, their eyes burning with hatred as they glare at the mad heathens.
To battle with a dragon is to risk becoming a dragon.
They eagerly feast on their enemies, devouring their flesh and wearing their skin — indeed, they do just that.
Some exhausted warriors gather in small groups, lying in ambush on the ground and pretending to be dead, waiting for a lone heathen to approach. They then pounce, cutting off the heathen's head, drinking their blood from the neck, and gnawing on their bones.
Scenes of feasting on blood and flesh are commonplace, as the battles become increasingly brutal. The combat with swords and spears escalates to a frenzied level, akin to a pack of wild beasts hunting for prey.
This is the main battleground of the city of Boping, the Lonely Mountain Castle.
The lake at the foot of the castle is filled with blood and flesh, flashes and explosions filling the sky, threatening to disperse the clouds.
The scent of death permeates the air, blood mist hanging like an insurmountable shadow, forever haunting your vision, driving you to madness.
Dragons circle high above, belching breath like cannonballs.
Large slime monsters and frenzied nightmares weave in and out among the melee, resembling large flesh harvesters. They charge through the battlefield, sweeping the living and the dead off the ground like scattered petals, swirling high into the air.
Giant toads, with giant flies lurking in their bellies, burrow rapidly beneath the ground, carrying plague-like radiation to the warriors on the battlefield.
The passionate Butcher moves through the battlefield like a nobleman in his own garden, turning solid ice into various weapons, freezing enemies into blocks of ice, impaling them on icicles, and erecting them on giant ice trees, terrifying those who dare to gaze upon them.
The Despair Knight commands the central position of the battlefield. It stands above the sky, summoning thunderclouds at will. Dancing in the wind, like a lord of thunder, it beckons lightning with its left hand and catches lasers with its right, shattering the battlefield beneath the castle into fragmented pieces.
Despite the terrifying enemy forces, the warriors of the Maria faction remain undaunted.
Ice whales breach the surface with a sharp scream; fireballs explode in all directions like miniature suns; ghostly shadows wield scythes and wreak havoc — a dazzling array of magic unfolds on the battlefield. In this siege of the Lonely Mountain Castle, every Maria wizard exhausts their final drop of blood and magic.
They stand firm against the relentless onslaught of the heathens.
"Master Maria, you have finally arrived?"
On the open-air platform at the top of the Lonely Mountain Castle, several high-ranking commanders, anxious as they watched the stalemate on the battlefield, discussed with furrowed brows.
Suddenly, the door to the terrace creaked open, and Oedipus, disguised as Maria, accompanied by a few officers dressed as women, entered surrounded by attendants.
They filed out from the entrance, heading straight for the edge of the terrace.
Finally, one of the generals caught sight of Maria, whom they had been anxiously awaiting, and her expression softened. She hurried over, warmly shaking hands with Oedipus and updating her on the current situation.
"As you can see, the situation on the battlefield is intense."
"We tried to contact you on the intercom for further instructions, but received no response."
"We were planning to look for you directly in the basement..."
"But then we remembered your instructions not to let anyone near the arsenal, so we had to abandon that idea."
"What should we do now?"
The general looked troubled, her expression anxious. It was evident that these generals, appointed temporarily during peacetime, were not entirely prepared for such a monumental task.
"Now, have all the survivors... been gathered inside the Lonely Mountain Castle?" Oedipus inquired.
Her tone carried a hint of urgency and fatigue. Her slight expressions subtly revealed her deep concern for the welfare of her people.
In playing the role of a devoted bishop, Oedipus excelled perfectly.
"Yes, Your Holiness."
"Except for Miss Scarlett of the Montecristo family, and our Lord George's whereabouts unknown... most of our forces and survivors have been transferred to this castle, preparing for the final battle."
"However, I contacted Bordeaux, who is responsible for guerrilla operations outside. She said Scarlett is currently with her. I believe they should be safe for now."
After the general's explanation, she noticed Oedipus's expression shifting subtly and quickly lowered her head, apologizing.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't... do better."
"It's alright, there's no need to blame yourself. The situation is already well-managed."
Oedipus stepped closer to the general, speaking softly by her ear.
"I have a magic that can disperse all the angels on the battlefield."
"But it will consume a lot of my strength."
"Could you help me organize our remaining wizards to bring all the wounded back to the castle?"
Oedipus's intimate and gentle voice, coupled with her sacred demeanor, captivated the general. She stared at the saintly Oedipus, swallowed hard, and quickly agreed.
"Of... of course..."
Swish———————!!!
Before the general could finish speaking, Oedipus swayed backward, retreating three steps. She pinched her index finger and thumb together, forming a circle near her mouth, and let out a resounding whistle.
A surge of magical power spread outward, and the angels still fighting on the battlefield suddenly halted in their tracks, as if possessed.
They gazed towards the distant sky, seemingly drawn to some unseen force, and flew together in the same direction.
Witnessing this strange sight on the battlefield, the heathens and warriors were momentarily stunned. With the absence of angels littering the battlefield, what was once a chaotic battleground now seemed eerily empty.
"This... this..."
In the general's astonished gaze, Oedipus floated gracefully into the sky, stopping after soaring nearly a hundred meters high.
She surveyed the battlefield, seemingly discerning all the remaining heathens, and with a wave of her hand and a flash of fire, the heathens disintegrated into ashes before they could even let out a cry.
"Brave citizens of Acadia, who have fought valiantly."
"Come up to the castle."
"Your courage and sacrifice deserve recognition, deserve praise."
As the dense fog dissipated with the departure of the angels, Oedipus floated high in the now clearing sky, bathed in a shimmering golden light, resembling a deity, and addressed the warriors on the battlefield.
Her divine voice resonated within the weary hearts of all the soldiers. They were moved to tears, and one by one, they knelt down in reverence to Oedipus, who seemed like a celestial being descended from the heavens.
Oedipus in the sky merely smiled, taking out a remote control from her pocket, serenely watching as rescue workers carried each injured soldier into the castle.
Once the last person was brought into the Lonely Mountain Castle, Oedipus chuckled lightly and pressed the button on the remote control.
In an instant, towering mushroom clouds rose into the sky, and the entire castle was reduced to ashes amidst the roaring shockwave. Oedipus, high above in the sky, covered her ears like a mischievous child, chuckling as she beheld her masterpiece.
