"..." "When...?" The pistol in his hand slipped out due to lack of strength and fell to the ground with a crisp metallic "click" sound. Behind him, he heard countless similar "click" sounds, like a sudden rain of steel, fleeting. In the silence embellished by the rainy night, Ibuki Rin slowly shook the katana slightly in the air. The blade empowered by the blood-red factor raised a light white smoke under the beating of the drizzle, adding a little thin smoke to the rainy night. Then, the girl gently put the sword into the scabbard at her waist. The blade and the scabbard made a crisp friction sound, which was like a chord in the concert of this rainy night. "Clap." At the moment when the blade and the scabbard were completely combined, like a harvested wheat field, the black mass of investigators on the block fell to the ground, falling on the cold stone bricks soaked by the drizzle. Most of them had already been chopped in half, and the difference between them was probably only the different parts that were cut off. "..." Ibuki Rin slowly raised her head again, not looking at the steel wheat field that was blown down by the hurricane. She knew the suffering of those thugs, she knew that this city of mist and rain had been riddled with holes by the investigators under Venia, and she knew that on the mountains watered by blood and steel, a revolution was about to start from the extreme north of the continent and move towards the south along the steel tide. But she didn't care.
She just stared at the raindrops on the umbrella, her blood-red eyes staring motionlessly, and she was mesmerized once again. "Ibuki, you have successfully recovered the [Pure White Fireworks], and you can return to the team now." Carly's call came from the headset. At the same time, the raindrops on the edge of the umbrella gathered near the ribs again, turning into a drop of water with a little weight, falling to the ground together with the surrounding drizzle. The web of fate intersects again, but will it bring about changes this time? "Got it." Ibuki Rin said calmly, turned around slowly and walked towards the [Lord's Avenue]. At the end of the block behind her, a brick building suddenly collapsed. "Boom——" "..." The rain was getting heavier, gradually turning from drizzle to heavy rain, which probably meant that the blizzard on the Wanren Mountain had also begun to rage, but it had nothing to do with her. Ibuki Rin walked silently in the rain, her blood-red eyes staring at the Wanren Mountain that covered most of her vision. She stared at the equally blood-red eyes, staring at the star fire that had not yet fallen, the star born at the intersection of Misala and the White Flame. "..." The mist and drizzle gradually submerged the girl's delicate body, and she fell into endless silence. The god in the sky had never had the interest to step into this symphony of the mortal world. Even if he was in it, the footprints he left seemed a little too indifferent. But even so, he still watched the intersection of blood and steel indifferently, and watched the water droplets gathering on the umbrella ribs. ...END... Prologue) Look up at the Rising Flame "Take the Morning Star as your guide." ---"Forbidden Sayings: The Old Testament" ...... 936 Ezra Freedom Attack Fortress - Aston Plains - Grau Yad Kingdom ......
"Flame, pure white flame, arms of stars... (Kingdom language)" On the tall palace stairs of the Free Attack Fortress, the priest in a red robe slowly sprinkled powder into the altar. A scorching white flame rose from the center of the ancient altar, and the core of the flame split into six tiny white flames, flowing downwards along the patterns engraved on the altar like running water, flowing from the tops of the stairs to the ground, lighting up one torch after another, and illuminating the outline of the Freedom Attack Fortress layer by layer along the stairs. After the outline of the fortress became clear, torches were lit on the ground, and the huge network constructed was distributed in the huge square around the palace with some ancient and strange patterns. As the torches gradually lit up, the outline of the huge army became clearer. The Great Unity gathered here, the I-Tran people, the Wilkin people, the Dilla people, the Grau-Yad people. They carried different military emblems and had different faces, but they all raised their heads and looked up at the white flames on the high hall. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the priest and the wind spoke to each other: "...The land of Ursa roars, and the dust forms a stairway to the sky... (Kingdom language)" The priest took out a copper sacrificial lamp from his waist, gently reached into the center of the altar, and took out some pure white fire. Behind her, accompanied by several huge explosions, hundreds of fireballs were sent high into the sky, dyeing the dark clouds with a layer of war flames. That was the [Kamistriker] carried by Dila's fleet, which was fired from the shore of the East Sea towards the Iron Curtain of the Academi Federation, crossing the entire territory of the Kingdom of Grau Yad. The priestess ignored the fireball flying in the air. She slowly raised the lamp and walked slowly towards the throne not far away. Looking directly at the figure sitting on the throne, the priest murmured: "...from the Eternal Wall to the High Heaven, from the other side of the vast ocean to the intersection of the White Flame Seat and the Missala... (Kingdom Language)" The sound of collapse came from the extreme south of the continent, which was the proof that the Federation's army was losing ground. The elite vanguards from and Wilkin had already cut through the road to the Iron Curtain, severely ravaging the country known as "the wisdom of mankind". Behind the high iron curtain, the towering tower that reached into the clouds was crumbling in the flames. Since taking control of the East Coast, Dila's fleet had been firing at this unfinished tall creation, burning the tower born under the Federation's hegemony plan with the fire bestowed by God. Sparks filled the air and around the red-robed priestess. She walked to the throne and half-knelt in front of the king. The hood fell, the girl raised her head, her light green hair hung down, and the glow of the white flames was reflected in her golden pupils. And, the king's figure—— “…” [Attack King] Rosedes Yad Pershipons stood up silently. He looked at the half-kneeling girl for a while, then took the lamp with white flames in her hand and walked to the edge of the hall. The sky... the white flames... the singing... the rising stars... Looking at the Tower of Babel illuminated by the fire, Rosedes took a deep breath. He looked down at the huge coalition army, his handsome and savage face still expressionless. But his dark brown pupils had been ignited by the white flames—— "You all already know the cause and effect of this battle, so I won't say any more. (Wang Guoyu)" The army composed of people from all over the continent of Ademir was looking at the lofty [Attack King] with great piety at this moment. His voice was low, but it could still be heard clearly by every soldier. "The people of the Federation built a blasphemous tower, claiming to be gods, and towering above all the world... (Kingdom language)" Rosedes glanced at the huge World Coalition Army. This army was the main core army of all the allied countries, accounting for about 70% of the entire army. They were all equipped with the highest standard of armaments in the regions they represented and were undoubtedly the top combat force in the Admir continent.
If this army attacks southward, it will take less than half a month to sweep across the Academi Federation. This is exactly what they are here for. "Even if the person in the high position is just a barbarian in a plain coat, are you willing to bow down and serve him?" (Wang Guoyu) Facing the World Alliance, Rosades opened his arms, the white flames swaying, accompanied by the roar of the [Attack King]. “No!!!” Millions of soldiers shouted in unison, their faces filled with anger, standing out particularly under the gloomy sky. "Then let the fire of stars ignite the horizon of Ersa, and let the pure white flames burn on the thrones of the usurpers - (Kingdom language)" Rosedes raised the lamp in his hand high, and the white flame in the center of the altar suddenly became brighter, splashing out some white sparks. The sparks fell on Rosedes's sturdy arms, leaving some scorch marks, but he didn't care. Towards the towering tower in the distance, the [Attack King] shouted: "Attack!!! (Kingdom language)." The white flames in the altar burned fiercely. At the same time, a bright white star lit up high in the sky above the Tower of Babel. That is the first star of the White Flame constellation, the Morning Star, the star of disaster that symbolizes war and change, the light that illuminates the flag of revolution. At this moment, on the vast Aston Plain, tens of thousands of [World Alliance] raised their heads and looked up at the morning star in the sky, the star that brings war. They will attack the evil country that built the tower until the Iron Curtain collapses and the tower is overthrown. Under the shining of the Morning Star, the huge army began to march towards the southwest. Looking around, the Aston Plain was covered by a large area of darkness, like a huge tide rushing towards the west, bursting out from the river bank. Rosedes looked at the attacking army with a stern face. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He had been planning for this moment since the Academi Federation started to build the Tower of Babel. 【Attack King】, the king of the Kingdom of Grau Yad, the man who liberated all generations, he could not tolerate such a blasphemy against freedom standing at the southern end of the continent, standing in the hotbed of those usurpers. He had fought with the Federation for control of the Aston Plains countless times, just to block the passage that allowed the Federation to extend its power deep into the interior. He had killed countless Federation soldiers for this, relying on the giant sword of [Attack King] and the determination to liberate people for generations. Even before the Federals were exposed, he hated these rats who lived behind the Iron Curtain, and now he hated them even more. Prologue) Look up at the Rising Flame (Part 2) Rosedes frowned. Although he knew that victory in the war was a foregone conclusion, he still had an ominous premonition in his heart. Just when he was overwhelmed by endless thoughts, a pair of slender hands wrapped around his waist, and then something soft touched his back. "My king...rest..." "The situation is chaotic, and I have not yet... (Wang Guoyu)" "Shh..." The voice was as soft as water, "Relax..." Rosedes took a deep breath. The smell of gunpowder on the Aston Plains intoxicated him to the point that he was a little too nervous. When he spoke again, he had put away his ancient Kingdom accent and spoke in the common language:
"I can't rest yet, Celica..." Rosedes turned his head tiredly and saw the red-robed priest hugging him from behind, her beautiful face full of anxiety. "The vanguard troops at the front... haven't received a reply for two hours. We can't..." “We will win!” Celica let go of the Attack King’s sturdy waist and took two steps back. “The Flamma alba has answered the kingdom’s call. He will bring us victory.” "Even so... it's not over yet..." Rosedes closed his eyes and sighed tiredly, "The pure white flame is still burning in this altar. We still need time to witness it before it burns up to the sky." "Then witness it with me!" Celica said excitedly, her beautiful eyes twinkling, "Stay with Ashlia... She misses you very much..." When his daughter's name was mentioned, Rosedes' eyes flickered slightly, but it was only for a fleeting moment. The face of the [Attack King] was still as firm as a stone sculpture, which made Celica a little frustrated. "I can not." "I knew it..." "Feel sorry..." "It's alright... My King..." Under Rosedes's gaze, Celica raised her head and forced a smile on her gloomy face. "When the pure white fireworks light up the Tower of Babel on the horizon...in that world without threats...we...still have time." "..." Looking at the woman he loved, for a moment, Rosedes wanted to put down the burden of being the man who liberated Mandai, just to be with her for a little while. But he has not yet reached the point where he can stop moving forward, and the mission of [Attack King] in this long river of history has not yet ended. Looking at Celica's beautiful face, Roseides spoke softly: "Ah." After a brief pause, he added: "We will." In this high palace, two tired souls are connected through eyes of different colors. There is no need for physical pleasure. All this is already extremely precious. The wind of Aston Plains carried the sparks, drifting through the priestess's hair and across the face of the [Attack King]. Behind them, an army of destiny holding high the banner of justice was marching through the desolate wind of the Aston Plain and heading towards the Tower of Babel on the horizon. "..." The silent silence lasted for a while, and Rosedes reached out and gently stroked Celica's hair. Then he withdrew his hand and grasped the big sword at his waist again. "I'm leaving." The king's face returned to its stone-like expression, as if the slight emotions he had revealed before were just an illusion.
"Well, let's go." Celica chuckled and pulled up her red hood, her eyes full of attachment. "May the military fortunes be with you, my king." The light of the morning star shone over the two people's heads, and also over the head of [The Great Unity]. For thousands of years, the shining of the White Flame Constellation has meant the change of times, whether it was the era of the rise of the Kingdom of Grau Yad or the destined army marching towards the federation. When the morning star in the sky responds to the call of mortals, an era will come to an end.
