Pillar of Yita

The girl grabbed Hilveld’s hand and was about to pull her outside.

But after taking just one step, she stopped and hesitantly looked outside. ”Oh... it’s not safe out there either. Those Sand Thieves might attack soon, and the Envoy Group still hasn’t made a decision on whether to go out to help... or take the airship to avoid the risk here...”

”They think the King of Sand isn’t here either, and they don’t bear any responsibility for what’s happening here...”

She suddenly ruffled her hair. ”Right, why am I telling you this... Hilveld, I need to figure out a way to hide you...”

The Lady Noble smiled softly.

”No need for so much trouble, Florence.”

The girl was slightly taken aback and looked up at her.

”Just help me with one thing.”

...

The light was gradually dissipating.

On the battlefield of combat, there was a moment of silence. After the light faded, the Sand Thieves vanished, disappeared without a trace, just like the High Tower that originally stood on the battlefield. Only swirling smoke remained, with an empty scene behind the smoke.

The Grand Princess gently wiped the blood streaks from her face, leaving nothing but a stain, and she quietly watched this scene with her sword in hand.

Everyone around her, the Knights, and the Royal Guards in the distance, all watched this scene.

Aleph was watching this scene too, along with the ministers behind him. In that place, Elisa remained silent, tightly holding the Communication Crystal in her hand. Everyone seemed to want to see a result they hoped for from behind the swirling smoke, if the King of the Sand Thief Mahazar was blasted to death in that place.

If the Sand Thieves are thrown into chaos, perhaps they might even collapse. The battlefield is a place where anything can happen.

Princess Rupert gently clenched her fist.

She couldn’t help but recall the encounter a long time ago, those Adventurers, introduced personally by Achilles.

Among them was a young man she had met once before, through the Transmission Crystal in the Royal Palace, about the combat with Fanric. That story circulated among the upper echelon of Istania’s Nobles for a while—because Dark Giant Dragon Nikopolas was somewhat connected with this ancient Kingdom.

He had once saved her sister in Idus. Just based on this fact alone, she would look at these people in a new light.

But she never thought that Quistack, and the ancient Kingdom on this Sand Sea, would rely so momentarily on these Holy Chosen.

A miracle had happened—

But would it continue?

But the Goddess of War and Victory Marlan, and the Gatekeeper of Life and Death Androma, evidently did not bless the land once more.

Suddenly, everyone heard the sound of a horn blaring on the battlefield.

Like an old and low wail, echoing on the battlefield, as if a Giant Dragon was emitting a long dragon’s cry from far beyond the heavens. All those long years were hidden beneath this long echo, like thousands of galloping horses, gleaming curved blades, countless gray cloaks swept over the silver sand dunes.

That was the symbol of the Sand Thieves.

It was the low hum of the Dragon Horn, the horn of the King of the Sand Thief, originating from an ancient era’s Dragon Horn.

Everyone’s heart sank heavily.

Mahazar was not dead.

This meant that the combat was far from over. Princess Rupert looked behind her, where numerous wounded Knights, Attendants, and Guards stood. Their somewhat dazed gazes all fell on this Grand Princess. The feeling of having hope just rising only to fall into the valley made everyone feel a bit uncomfortable.

But the Princess just fiercely waved the sword in her hand: ”They are back.”

”Retreat to Kashan Palace, we still have the last chance.”

”Istania People, hear my command.”

”We will never easily give up.”

The girl’s clear voice echoed across the battlefield at this moment, soaring afar.

...

Tianlan wiped her tears dry, biting down like a true Knight, standing in front of the Sand Thieves.

After the previous explosion, the Sand Thieves were still not fully alert, but facing this blocking little girl, they were somewhat dismissive in their hearts, only pulling out curved blades from the sheath and circling in this direction.

Tianlan was scared to the extreme, but only one voice made her persist, striving not to turn and run away. ”Tianlan, you must face your enemies here.” She raised the Longsword, somewhat nervously swung it powerfully, but it was still too early, the tense swing only slashed the air.

Yet the Sand Thieves could not laugh.

Because after the sword light.

The Sand Thief in front of Tianlan slightly swayed and split in two.

A hand was placed on Tianlan’s shoulder, a rather gentle gaze, and its owner gently pressed the girl’s shoulder and spoke: ”Don’t be afraid, leave this to me.”

Ye Hua turned and tossed, flinging the blood-stained Short Sword onto the ground. Then he lifted his head, looking at the Sand Thieves in front of him, and his gaze did not see the enemies but this far-off city ablaze with fiery flames.

”All come at once.”

”Save my time.”

At that moment, on the other side of the battlefield.

Fang Hong gently landed, tugging forcefully to remove the Glider Backpack on his back and casually tossing it aside.

Then he lifted his head, evidently many noticed the commotion in this direction, Sand Thieves turned and their gazes fell on him.

Fang Hong looked at these people, lightly placing his hand on the pitch-black Crystal on his chest.

The next moment, a golden Starlight reflected in everyone’s eyes.

”Fire Giant.”

”Strike.”

...