Mage Veigar

Chapter 635 The Afterglow of the Kingdom

The outskirts of the Garsilien High Ridge.

Vega's army has arrived here and is about to launch a raid on the city of Gasili at night.

However, at this moment, the city of Gasili was unaware of anything.

The 100,000 defenders in the entire city seemed to be in a coma, and did not notice at all that the poisonous snakes in the shadows had exposed their sharp fangs and were about to bite their throats.

This is also a matter of course.

Now everyone in the Holy Dragon Nation knows that Vega's main force has appeared in the other side of the city of Nasisir. That city is tens of thousands of miles away from here, so there is no way the war can be fought here.

During the more than one month that Vega disappeared.

The nerves of this army are on edge, and every soldier is afraid of waking up to see the flag with a white background and a golden crown. Now that they know they don't have to face the Wei Dynasty army, their tense nerves relax and they even begin to do basic vigilance perfunctorily.

Vega has full control over the enemy's psychology.

The reason for disappearing for a month is to make the enemy nervous and consume their energy. This is equivalent to planting a seed of fear in the heart of every soldier, and then letting it take root and sprout with the passage of time.

It's like a doctor giving you a death warrant.

You know that death will come sooner or later, it may be today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, making you live in the shadow of death all the time. This shadow will eventually torture you to the point where you cannot live or die.

You can't be liberated until the moment death actually comes.

It's not a clever trick, but it works surprisingly well.

The lax Holy Dragon Army never thought that tonight would be the day of their death.

Vega sat in the command center and began to give orders in an orderly manner: "Tonight, the aviation corps will attack mainly, and the army will attack as a supplement. Tell the air force to aim at the enemy's garrisons and never release magic towards residential areas."

"I understand." The aviation corps commander retreated.

Vega looked at several generals of the army and said, "I need you to block the four city gates for me. There is no need to surround three gates and leave one gate open. We will never make peace with the aliens, so I want to annihilate them all! At the same time, I need you to enter the city and sweep the enemy after the air force bombing is over. By that time, the enemy's magic defense will probably be ineffective."

"Make sure to complete the mission."

The army divided into five groups according to Vega's instructions, four of which surrounded the city and one attacked the city.

Vega finally turned his gaze to the Star Mage Okasos and said, "Lord Okasos, I'll leave the enemy's walls and dragons to you. As for the Saint Professionals, I will take care of them myself, so don't worry."

Okasos just nodded and said nothing.

Vega took a look around and said, "I must personally go into battle to contain the Saint Professionals in order to prevent the enemy from attacking Lord Okasos when his magic power is exhausted. So please do your job and act according to the original plan. If you are undecided, please solve the problem independently. I believe in your abilities."

"I swear in the name of Saint Laurent that I will win this battle!"

After everyone made their vows, they began to take action.

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The time came to 23:00 in the evening.

Okasos took the lead, preparing a magical attack on the city of Gasili.

Vega performed a trick and followed closely behind Okasos. Once the Holy Dragon Envoy of the Holy Dragon Kingdom appeared, he would come out to fight him immediately. Okasos was a powerful weapon against the Holy Dragon Kingdom.

Da da da--

The military boots stomped on the ground, and the neat sound raised clouds of dust.

buzzing-

The war airships came closer and closer, blocking out the bright moonlight, and the city of Gasili fell into pitch-black darkness.

dong dong dong-

The urgent alarm bells echoed over the city, and civilians hurriedly hid in the basement or ran to the nearest air-raid shelter.

Boom boom boom——

Fireworks like meteors fell from the sky and hit the Red Dragon Legion’s base, officially kicking off the war.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Wailing, crying, screaming... this series of sounds rushed straight into the sky. The Holy Dragon Army, which had completely relaxed its vigilance, never thought that the enemy would suddenly appear here. They didn't even have time to take shelter in the air-raid shelter.

"No! I am a noble sub-dragon. I can't die here!"

A soldier angrily pointed his spear at the war airship in the sky, but his anger was of no use. He was greeted by a huge fireball, and his body was completely annihilated the moment it touched the fireball.

That's right. The Air Force is the only force that can deal with the soldiers of the Holy Dragon Kingdom, except for magicians and professionals. However, this is indeed the first time that the Holy Dragon Kingdom has experienced the power of the Air Force, because in previous wars, flying dragons would block the Air Force for them.

So what about their flying dragons?

Roar! ——

After an unwilling roar, two huge bodies fell from the sky. The two flying dragons were easily suppressed by Okasos' magic. Several holy dragon messengers in the distance tried their best to stop them, but they could not get rid of the dark shadows no matter what.

Boom boom boom——

The war continues.

Under such a fierce attack, the city of Gasili was shaking.

In a residential area a little further from the army, a kerosene lamp in the basement of a two-story residential building flickered due to the vibration of the ground. At this time, in a corner of the basement, a couple hugged their child in the corner.

Dust fell down.

The 7-year-old child's eyes were filled with fear. He looked at his father and mother and said, "Dad, Mom, I'm hungry..."

"Be good and be quiet."

The wife picked up a loaf of bread from the basket next to her and handed it to the child. Then she picked up another loaf of bread and stood up, ready to walk towards the table in the middle of the basement.

"What are you doing? We are running low on food!"

The husband held his wife back and said, "Normally it would be fine if you gave him some food, but who knows when this war will end. If the war lasts for seven or eight days, the remaining food won't even be enough for us. Do we still have to help that old man with a broken leg?"

"After all, we were the ones who rescued him. We can't just watch him starve to death."

"We have done our best to rescue him, but we didn't expect that he would not only not repay us, but also stay in our house and write and draw in the basement all day. There should be a limit to your kindness."

The wife was so scolded that she couldn't even lift her head. But when she looked at the old man with one leg missing sitting in front of the shabby table in the middle of the basement, she couldn't help but say, "He has a disability. If we drive him away, he won't live long."

"Humph, at that age, what else can you do except drag others down? It's better to be buried in peace as soon as possible."

The husband growled and turned his head away.

He said to the child in a veiled way: "Remember, you must never learn your mother's soft-heartedness."

A trace of struggle flashed in the wife's eyes, and then she picked up two loaves of bread and came to the table, handing them to the old man who was writing and drawing on the table: "Old man, I'm very sorry, I didn't expect the war to break out again. Our family may not be able to help you next. This is the last food for you. You can only rely on yourself from now on."

"I'm the one who should be sorry."

The old man smiled in a friendly manner and said, "I have been holding you back for so long, and I have never been able to make up my mind. But what I saw and heard in Gasili made me realize that some things should really be let go."

A trace of desolation flashed in the old man's eyes: "The kingdom has become history. It's time to stand up again as a human being."

Pick up the crutches.

The old man picked up three loaves of bread and walked towards the exit of the basement step by step.

"Old man, you should wait until it's calmer outside before going out."

The old man moved slowly without pausing: "Please don't worry. With the ability of that kid, this war will probably be over after tonight. The things on the table are given to you as compensation for your long-term support. I will come back to reward you handsomely in the future."

The old man disappeared at the door.

After watching the old man leave, the wife also looked at the broken table.

The first thing presented to her was a gorgeous medal made of gold, on which was carved a lifelike golden lion. It was once a priceless treasure symbolizing the glory of the United Kingdom, but now it can only be regarded as an ordinary valuable object.

The wife carefully put away the medal.

Although she didn't know what the medal represented, it didn't stop her from knowing that gold was valuable.

After collecting the medals, she looked at the map on the table that had been distorted beyond all recognition.

This is a world map.

She couldn't understand the various marks on it, but there was a place with a very large circle drawn by a red marker. That place was called - Gasilion High Ridge.

Not knowing what was going on, she carefully folded the map and put it away, then returned to her husband and children.

But when she turned around, she noticed a name written on the lower right corner of the back of the map. If she guessed correctly, it must be the name of the owner of this map.

gambler.

Tanniel Rheinberg.

(End of this chapter)