The 150,000-strong army of the Kingdom of Falmuth surged into the Jura Tempest Federation like a broken bamboo. Blood stained the earth, and bodies filled the streets.
The army moved with overwhelming force, unstoppable.
In just the first encounter, faced with the massive human army, the Jura Tempest Federation was almost powerless to resist and retreated steadily.
Rigurd led the others in a fighting retreat. In the city streets, more and more enemies poured in.
Although Gabiru and Kruut were powerful, they were outnumbered. Under the dense barrage of attacks, they gradually showed signs of exhaustion.
The flames of war began to spread through the city. Some human cavalry who broke through the defense lines bypassed the main battle and began to slaughter the weak monsters who had collapsed on the ground.
Only about two thousand Federation warriors remained, surrounded by the army like trapped beasts.
"Damn it, hold on! As long as Lord Rimuru returns, we have hope!"
Rigurd roared loudly... Outside the city, Mjurran stood before the barrier in despair.
"Oh ho ho, it seems there's a fish that slipped through the net."
Archbishop Lecim led over a thousand Temple Knights to surround Mjurran.
She was only one step away. She only needed to break through the barrier and send the message, and the Jura Tempest Federation would be saved.
But she happened to run into Lecim's group, who had come as reinforcements.
Seeing the flames and smoke rising from the city, Mjurran could already imagine how fierce the battle was.
She took a deep breath, determined to fight to the death.
As long as she could get out, there was still a chance to turn the tide.
"Kill her!"
Lecim saw through Mjurran's intentions at a glance. He barked an order, and a hundred Temple Knights simultaneously drew their swords and slashed at Mjurran.
Mjurran grit her teeth. A faint light glowed on the staff in her hand. As a Magister unable to release magic, the only thing she could do was use her staff to cast simple defensive spells and auxiliary magic to strengthen her physical body.
The Magical Essence in her body only allowed Mjurran to release basic Magic, which was of no use in the current battle.
In an instant, those hundreds of longswords landed on her body without any obstruction, and bursts of blood mist erupted from Mjurran.
"Truly a pity..."
Lecim shook his head, believing Mjurran was certainly dead. He turned around, looked at the city burning with raging flames in the distance, and a slight smile appeared on his face.
Mjurran lay weakly on the ground, her blood-drenched body gradually losing sensation.
"I finally escaped Clayman's control, yet in the end, is this the outcome..."
She could no longer hear the noisy sounds around her; her vision was blurred, as if the entire world had turned to darkness, with only a single voice calling out.
"I can't give up!"
But at the final moment, she still gripped the staff in her hand, struggling to keep her eyes open.
"I haven't explored the ultimate heights of Magic yet; I'm not willing to end like this..."
She murmured, laboriously raising her staff.
"Heed... my call, Wind God's... Blessing..."
"Oh? She's actually not dead yet? How tenacious."
Lecim looked at Mjurran lying on the ground in surprise. This woman was still alive after sustaining so many injuries?
But even so, what of it?
Lecim let out a disdainful snort. "Still trying to cast Magic? How naive. Without Magical Essence, what does it matter even if you chant a spell?"
The others also looked on with dismissive indifference.
However, in the next moment.
A violent wind swept through, blowing away the residual smoke on her body and also snuffing out the flickering flame of her life. Even at death's door, she was still calling out with all her might.
In the final moment, she finally received the Wind God's Blessing.
A speck of green light burst forth from the staff in Mjurran's hand, transforming into an invisible tornado that swept in all directions.
"How is this possible!?"
Lecim exclaimed, leading the others to retreat and go on high alert.
But what followed was merely a gust of wind.
"Hahaha, I told you so! You think you can cast Magic without Magical Essence?"
Lecim laughed loudly. "Just accept your fate. This battle no longer has any suspense."
Seeing that Mjurran did not speak, he stepped forward and kicked Mjurran's corpse twice.
"Tch! Turns out she's dead."
"Let's go, we're entering the city too. After all, the Church's motto is'Show no mercy to monsters.' Since we've seen monsters, there's no reason not to kill them."
Lecim called out and led the crowd toward the city gate in a grand procession.
After everyone had left, outside the barrier.
Thump!
A Communication Crystal fell from the sky and landed in the dirt.
That was Mjurran's last hope—using all the Magical Essence in her body to create a whirlwind and send the Communication Crystal out of the barrier.
Upon coming into contact with the Magical Essence of the outside world, the crystal slowly lit up with a faint glow, and the message that hadn't been sent before was instantly transmitted... Inside the city.
A longsword swung down, and the slow-witted Gobzo was caught off guard, being sent flying by the blow and falling miserably to the ground.
"Gobzo!!"
Gobta slashed away the enemy entangling him and ran quickly to Gobzo's side.
"Cough, cough, don't worry about me, I'm fine..."
Gobzo coughed, and as he spoke, blood kept pouring out of his mouth.
"Stop talking. Where's the recovery potion I gave you? Hurry and take it out and drink it."
Gobta supported Gobzo, asking anxiously.
"It's... gone... cough, cough, I gave it to... Gobchi."
Gobzo said intermittently, "It seems... I can only... follow you... in the next life..."
"Don't say such discouraging things. You'll get better, you'll definitely get better."
Gobta wept, starting to search for his own bottle of recovery potion.
However, by the time he found it, the potion bottle had already shattered during the battle.
By the time he came back to his senses, Gobzo's hand had already fallen limply.
"Damn it..."
Gobta pounded the ground in anger, but his tears wouldn't stop flowing.
"Die!"
A nearby knight saw Gobta dazed and immediately let out a roar, charging at him with a raised spear.
Clang!
Kruut noticed the anomaly and stood in front of Gobta, holding a tattered shield.
As if it were the final straw that broke the camel's back, the moment the spear hit the shield, there was a crisp sound, and the shield reached the end of its life, shattering into pieces.
Squelch!
Kruut's arm was instantly pierced by the spear, and blood stained the armor on his body red.
However, Kruut didn't even flinch at such an injury, only staring coldly at the knight.
He suddenly swung the large cleaver in his hand; the knight couldn't react in time and was directly decapitated.
"Gobta, pull yourself together!"
Kruut panted heavily, enduring the pain as he pulled out the spear that had pierced his arm, then looked up at the enemies trying to approach.
"We cannot be defeated yet..."
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