Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 580 Can’t Retreat

"Can't retreat."

Mo half-knelt on the ground, the last bottle of first aid medicine in his hand shattered in his palm, the blue liquid quickly seeped into the wound, the pain almost made him black out. But he gritted his teeth, swallowed the blood, and his tone was calm and almost indifferent.

"Even if we burn out, we cannot retreat." He repeated it again, as if giving the final orders to the remaining mercenaries around him, and also to his own body and soul.

On the top of the mountain, the figure of the mirage dragon was like a sleeping mountain, entrenched in the clouds, and its scale-covered body glowed silvery-white under the holy light. The ancient dragon chose to sleep here, and Xingluo chose an absolutely safe place for the mercenary group and lived next to the dragon. It was not hostile at first, but it was restless because it felt the oppression of the holy light from the Church of Light. It turned over several times and wanted to wake up. Thanks to Xingluo's finding a temporary way to deal with the fog, this area became a natural barrier.

But now, the army of the Holy See of Light has forcibly started the war, and the Knights are led by Falkan himself. The magic of light is poured into the front line like a tide, causing the mirage dragon's dream to begin to shatter. Its eyes, like a galaxy, slowly opened, and the fog rolled back, as if there was a sign of awakening.

The Knights of Light - the most elite armed force of the Church of Light, invincible. Falkan is the new generation leader. His golden spear "Thunderbringer" once assassinated an abyss demon in a battle in the abyss, and he is recognized as the spear of light by the entire continent.

He rode on a Holy Light Griffin, his eyes were cold, his silver-white cloak fluttered in the wind, he raised his spear high and shouted angrily:

"For the sake of divine light, cleanse rebellion and heresy!"

Thunder exploded, and high-level paladins rushed to the top of the mountain like a tide.

Mo took a deep breath and looked at the injured members of the Sky City Mercenary Group beside him. Each of them was wearing damaged light armor, and their robes were covered with burns and bloodstains. Some were already trembling, but they were still standing and holding their weapons tightly.

"Protect the Mirage Dragon to continue sleeping, at all costs." After Mo Dandan said this, he drew out the black double-edged sword, flashed, and rushed out first.

They don't seek victory, they seek delay.

This was a resistance in the knowledge that they could not win, a line of defense built with blood and bones, because their families were behind them and they could not retreat.

Just as the two sides were about to collide, the heaven and earth suddenly shook.

"......?!" Falkan was slightly startled, and the magic circle on the thunder spear in his hand trembled slightly, as if resonating with some powerful spell.

The next moment, deep in the mountain, dark blue magic arrays lit up like sparks, quickly spreading, connecting, and activating across the entire mountain top!

"Is this... a magic circle?!" Mo looked up suddenly, with surprise and disbelief in his eyes.

There are hundreds of complicated sleeping magic arrays on the entire mountain top, one after another, as if they were awakened like woven cloth. The center of the array is the mirage dragon that is about to wake up completely!

It seemed that a familiar voice sounded in Mo's mind. However, it was just his illusion. He remembered that there were hundreds of magic circles around them. They were the last line of defense that Xingluo had set up for them when they were in deep sleep, just in case the mirage dragon woke up one day and the fog dissipated.

boom--!

The mirage dragon raised its head and let out a low gasp, then fell into a deep sleep again. Dark blue dream patterns appeared on the surface of its scales, and the mist rolled back and spread like a tide, engulfing the entire army at the top and foot of the mountain!

Falkan's figure instantly disappeared into the thick fog, and the Knights of Light were suddenly caught in an invisible vortex, and there was no sound for a while.

Mo stood there, watching the fog that seemed to separate heaven and earth moving under his feet, and suddenly realized that he was standing in front of a huge magic circle.

——This was left by Xingluo.

——He had prepared all of this long ago.

He squatted down and groped on the ground, and soon touched the magic stone tablet engraved with complex runes. There was still a trace of warm and familiar magic fluctuations on it.

"Xingluo..." Mo's eyes were complicated and his voice was as low as ashes dissipating in the night wind.

"Even at this time, I still rely on him. Without him, how can we survive in this chaotic world..."

He looked back and saw that the battlefield was completely covered by thick fog. Even he could only see the scene within three steps. The movements of the Vatican army were completely unclear, but this layer of dream fog was enough to trap them for a while.

"We won time, but not life."

Mo stood up and turned to walk towards the tower. He knew that the mirage dragon's sleep was temporary and the magic circle would only last for a limited time. They were trapped in the mountains with few supplies. The fog became a double-edged sword, blocking the enemy and blocking their own retreat.

If they fail to counter the Holy See during this period of time, what awaits them will be complete destruction.

In the tower, night fell.

The magic lamp cast a pale blue light, illuminating the map spread out on the stone table. Mo stood in front of the map, his eyes contemplating, like a still statue. The short sword forged by the Fire Rock Dwarf was leaning against the corner, and Xiao Hei curled up in a corner of the sofa, occasionally looking up at him, and then silently burying his head back.

"...Master, he hasn't come back yet."

Ying squatted on the beam, motionless, holding a tattered notebook in his hand. It was a collection of experiences handwritten for him by Xingluo himself, and it was said to be the notes of a master assassin.

"He never fights a battle without preparation." Yingye whispered, "This battle may... have a backup plan."

Meanwhile, at the Flame Hammer headquarters.

Elvin stood on the top of the tower, holding a badge with the name "Starfall" in his hand. He recalled the shameless smile on Starfall's face when he decided to build the Flame Hammer store, and how he tricked a group of dwarves into conquering the entire noble market with exaggerated designs.

"If you come back, I bet you'll say, 'I knew you couldn't do without me.'" Erwin sighed.

In the Flame Hammer Forge, Luo Luo was repairing the magic array device. The firelight illuminated their profiles. Luo Luo bit her lip and gently stroked the hammer handle with her fingertips: "This hammer, he said he would use its gorgeous appearance to 'knock on the door of the world'... but he himself was trapped in the abyss."

The Fire Rock Dwarf King drank his wine while shouting, "Damn it, I haven't finished drinking that bottle of 'Flame Brew' with him yet! When that guy comes back, I'll take him to get drunk!"

Under the moonlight, Lily of the Valley sat quietly in the garden and prayed. She whispered softly, "May the Moon God bless you to return safely." She looked ahead with kind eyes and spoke slowly.

Xi lazily lay in the cloak left by Xingluo, gently rubbing the wool on the edge, and muttered: "You stinky guy, I haven't rubbed you for a long time..."

Xingluo seemed to have disappeared from this world, but his name became more and more popular in people's memory and faith.

The fog has not yet dissipated and the battle is undecided.

But as long as that figure remains in their hearts and has not fallen, then - he has not lost.

I don't know how long it took, but the fog became thin again. After all, the mirage dragon was forcibly hypnotized by sleeping magic. The dragon itself has a certain resistance to magic. Although it is not as strong as the black dragon, it is far superior to ordinary humans.

Mo sighed. Now he had no choice but to mobilize all his forces to fight head-on with the Legion of the Holy See of Light. Fortunately, they had complex military forces and their combined operations were no match for ordinary human legions. Even if the opponent was not the Knights of Light that had occupied the continent for a long time, he was confident that he could win.

Mo's eyes were full of worry. These people were gathered together with the help of Xingluo. It was extremely difficult for him to command them now. All he could mobilize was a group of intelligence without combat effectiveness. Moreover, they were all children with almost no combat effectiveness. Even the Cat Royal Family allowed him to obtain intelligence smoothly for the sake of Xingluo. However, it would be extremely difficult to let these rare races fight.

Mo sighed, if these races hadn't been trapped here and couldn't get out, they would have left long ago, but although the Sky City Mercenary Group belonged to Xingluo, he was the one who had always taken care of them. These human magicians and knights now revealed a fearless look, which was the only consolation. It's not that other races wouldn't help, but without Xingluo, it was difficult for them to rebuild their trust in humans. Especially at this moment of life and death crisis, what if they were used as cannon fodder by humans? They could barely win a one-sided war with so many concerns, but now that they were evenly matched and the other side was even stronger than them, these drawbacks were exposed, they needed a backbone, someone they could trust to command them in battle.