Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 727 The Tide of the Past

Bloodstained battle reports, like cold snowflakes, kept falling into the council hall of the Black City Royal Court.

The roar of the collapsing glaciers in the North seemed to be right in my ears, the twisted horns of the Death Sands seemed to pierce through space, and the thunderous sound of tentacles pounding rocks in the Blackrock Mountains struck my soul... The tide of the Old Ones' counterattack was already surging and roaring across the land of the dream world, carrying the malice of destroying everything, and surging toward Black City—the last fortress, the only coordinate point.

Scáthach's voice was like steel, her commands clear, cold, and unquestionable, emanating from the council hall and instantly transmitted through magic circles and messengers to every corner of Black City, every defensive point, and the ears of every warrior.

"Activating the Wailing Wall in its final phase, the energy core is operating at overload!"

"All city defense rune cannons are now unrestricted and loaded with maximum-yield annihilation warheads!"

"The runic barrier is deployed at full power, extending its coverage area to ten miles outside the city!"

"Black City Legion...All troops! Enter Level One readiness! On your positions—!!!"

The entire Black City, this miraculous city built by survivors and dream creatures, a city that cultivated hope from despair, was instantly transformed into a sophisticated and terrifying war machine.

The massive defensive barrier hummed, its pale gold hue transforming into a blinding crimson, rising like a burning fortress. Atop the city walls, countless enormous magical cannons spun their menacing muzzles, azure energy coalescing wildly within the barrels, emitting a chilling, low hum. On the streets, steam-powered armor hastily modified by the dwarves marched heavily to the front lines. Elves atop spires drew their enchanted longbows, human warriors silently polished their cold blades, and giant warriors unleashed deep battle roars, pounding their heavy shields.

However, what surprised all the high-ranking officials, including Scáthach, Tan Zhixin, Qin Nan, and Grelando, was not the efficient mobilization, but the reaction of the Black City's military and civilians.

There was no expected breakdown or wailing, no hysterical desperate escape, and not even much fearful clamor.

Knowing that the approaching force was an army of Old Ones capable of causing the fall of even the gods, knowing that this was an ultimate battle with almost no chance of survival, a battle where death was the only possibility... the residents of Black City, whether survivors of the brutal elimination or native creatures of the dream world, were surprisingly calm on their faces.

This calm is not numbness, but a resolute determination that, having experienced the deepest darkness and finally grasped a glimmer of light, will never allow it to be taken away again!

An old mercenary with white hair, who had lost all his relatives in the wasteland, carefully loaded the last specially made exorcism bullet into his old-fashioned rifle. His rough fingers rubbed the blurry marks of his family on the stock, his eyes cloudy but unusually firm.

"Want to destroy this place? Ha... This old man should have died in the wilderness long ago. Now, it's all worth it!"

A young elven mother gently handed her infant to Heri, who was in charge of the evacuation, kissed the child's forehead, then resolutely turned around, picked up the family's heirloom longbow hanging on the wall, and walked towards the city wall.

Her steps were unwavering, as if she were simply going on a normal hunt, but a protective flame burned deep within her eyes.

"So that our children can live in the sunlight, not in the shadow of monsters."

The dwarf craftsman, shirtless, pounded the final rune armor plate with all his might beside the blazing furnace, sweat pouring down his face and sparks flying. He roared at his worried apprentice beside him, "What are you afraid of? Put on the best stuff! Let those disgusting bastards taste the wrath of this old dwarf's hammer! They'll have to ask my hammer if they want to smash our house!"

The giant warrior replaced his battle cry with an ancient war song, its deep and powerful melody echoing above the city walls. He pounded his shield, conveying his indomitable fighting spirit in the most primal way.

There were no grand pronouncements, no sentimental embellishments.

There is only one deep-seated understanding: this hard-won, brief but real and beautiful life—this warm fire, these children's laughter, these peaceful streets, this hopeful tomorrow—must not be trampled upon!

This understanding transformed into an iron will, flowing in the blood of every soldier and civilian in Black City.

Fear was suppressed, despair was crushed, and what remained was only the purest and most fervent belief in protection!

The Black City Legion, whether seasoned veterans or newly armed civilians, silently took up their posts, their eyes sharp as eagles, their movements precise and efficient.

There was no trace of fear of impending doom in them; instead, they exuded a calmness and focus akin to daily drills.

It seemed that, to them, this ultimate battle that would determine the life and death of three worlds was nothing more than another battle they had to win.

It's just a simple war that we will surely win.

Because they know that taking a step back would lead to an abyss, and what they would lose would be everything they had rebuilt with blood and tears.

Scáthach stood on the highest city wall, her cold black armor reflecting the light of the blood-red barrier.

Looking down at the city that had displayed astonishing resilience and courage in the face of the apocalyptic frenzy, and at those silent faces that contained the power of a volcano, her lips, which had been frozen for millennia, twitched slightly upwards—a rare occurrence.

That wasn't a smile, but a sign of approval.

A supreme reverence for the extraordinary, even more powerful, strength that ordinary life displays in dire circumstances, surpassing even the divine in its tragic grandeur.

She didn't need to encourage him any further.

The will of Black City has coalesced into an invisible yet powerful sword capable of piercing the heavens.

Tan Zhixin gripped the thorny whip tightly. Emerald life light and the aura of destruction intertwined around her and Xiao Qing. The shaky shadows, like a boiling sea of ​​ink, shrouded the shadowy corners of the city wall. Qin Nan's azure radiance was poised to be unleashed at the tip of the amethyst dagger. Tang Cao and Xiao Bai exchanged a glance, both seeing the fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

When the first dark line, composed of twisted limbs, foul energy, and indescribable forms, blotted out the sky and appeared on the distant horizon, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression...

The entire Black City fell into an eerie, chilling silence.

It was like the stillness before a storm.

next second!

boom-!!!

The most advanced rune cannons unleashed their first deafening roar.

The thick beam of annihilation light tore through the air and crashed violently into the surging waves of darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a hundred cannons roared in unison.

fighting!

it has started!

The soldiers and civilians of Black City, with their roars, their weapons, and their burning lives and will, gave the loudest answer to all the negative energy monsters rushing towards them, to the bottomless abyss. Any being that dared to destroy their hard-won, beautiful life, whether it was an Old One or the cosmic nightmare itself, they would dare to raise their swords against the abyss! They would fight to the death!

A blinding arc of electricity, thick as a dragon and composed of countless intricate runes, tore through the air filled with the stench of sulfur and decay, and with a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the void, it slammed into the surging, churning tide of the past!

The blinding flash of lightning instantly illuminated a large area in front of the city wall, and like a searchlight, it exposed the terrifying, soul-chilling beings lurking in the darkness to all the defenders.

"Prepare for engagement—!!!"

Commander Desk's roar, like a broken gong, mixed with the echo of the rune cannon, resounded across the entire section of the city wall.

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried an undeniable, iron-willed determination as he tried to suppress the wave of fear that swept over him in an instant, almost overwhelming his reason.

However, when the fleeting flashes of gunfire revealed what was rushing towards them, even seasoned veterans felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and their stomachs churned violently.

That was no ordinary monster; it was an indescribable being, a blasphemous creation born from the deepest filth and madness of the universe.

Like giant trees that have been forcibly uprooted, their roots still dripping pus, but they have long lost their plant form, their twisted branches densely covered with countless eyes of different sizes and pupil colors.

Those eyes swirled wildly, flashing with greed, hatred, and chaos. Just a glance from them made the one being stared at feel dizzy, as if their souls were being sucked away and corrupted. They wriggled the tree roots, each step causing the earth to tremble and leaving behind a corrosive sap bubbling with thick green foam.

Countless mutilated corpses of varying degrees of decay and shapes were forcibly mixed and pieced together by some invisible, malicious force, forming writhing mountains of flesh that emitted a stench that filled the sky.

The corpses writhed and struggled, emitting silent wails. Countless arms, legs, and even heads flared and clawed wildly like deformed tentacles, trying to drag any living thing that came near into this eternal hell of corpses.

Most disgusting were those long, worm-like creatures that resembled giant black worms. They had no obvious heads; instead, their tops split open like blooming flowers of flesh and blood, filled with countless sharp fangs. And in the center of that split, a huge black goat's head was prominently displayed, dripping black slime.

On those twisted ram heads, scarlet eyes gleamed with inhuman intelligence and pure malice, and their mouths emitted a piercing shriek like a baby's cry mixed with the scraping of metal. Countless short but powerful tentacles with suckers and bone blades at the ends grew from their sides, writhing forward at an astonishing speed.

Unspeakable! Blasphemy against the senses!

Witnessing this bizarre, maddening scene alone caused intense dizziness and extreme nausea to strike many of the weaker-willed soldiers on the city wall. Some couldn't help but bend over and vomit, while others turned ashen-faced, their hands trembling violently as they gripped their weapons. Fear spread like a plague!

"Hold on—!!!"

Desk's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He stomped his iron boots hard on a brick beneath his feet. He knew that the first wave of impact was not only physical, but also a crushing blow to the spirit.

"Rune array, maximum power, energy shield, hold off those stares! Rune cannons, focus fire on those disgusting sheep-headed worms!"

His command was like a shot of adrenaline, forcibly suppressing the churning stomach acid and the nerves that were on the verge of snapping in the well-trained soldiers.

Om-!

Inside the city wall, the massive rune array shone brightly, and a semi-transparent shield flowing with runic energy instantly unfolded in front of the city wall. When the gazes of countless eyes on the decaying trees swept across the shield, the surface of the shield immediately rippled violently, emitting a hissing sound like strong acid corroding metal, and the load on the rune array instantly soared!

The elven archers, suppressing their urge to vomit, fired their rune cannonballs with sharp, eagle-like eyes at the filthy cores of the skeletal stitched monsters, where energy flowed faintly.

The shell hit its target, unleashing a burst of white light that purified and destroyed. The writhing mountain of flesh let out painful roars and its movements visibly faltered, but more corpses immediately began to writhe and fill the void.