Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 651: The Battle of Human Race (2)

The magical elements of nature began to lose their balance. They surged wildly, resonating with the divine flame crystal in Xingluo's body, and transformed into an incomparably vast elemental storm.

"The harmony of time and space!" Xingluo roared.

The power of dragon language and the power of time and space are superimposed at this moment.

The clouds in the sky were torn apart, revealing a pitch-black rift in space and time. Thunder crashed through the rift, striking the earth with a roar that threatened to topple even the mountains.

The Holy Light Formation was shattered, and the figures of thousands of knights disappeared in the thunder, fire, and cracks in time and space, as if their existence had been wiped out.

The entire Seven Fingers Field seemed to have transformed into the war drum of heaven and earth—wind, fire, thunder, lightning, time, and space all gathered together at this moment to play the most magnificent war song.

Xingluo rode on Xiaohei, his cloak fluttering, his eyes like torches, his figure reflected in the fire and thunder, like the judge between heaven and earth.

His voice echoed across the battlefield again:

"Today, the battle for humanity ends here! If you refuse to surrender, you will be met with death!"

The Moonfall Blade launched a second massive displacement behind him, and three thousand soldiers vanished in ten breaths, reappearing on the enemy's flank. The dwarven train roared and crushed, and flames shot up into the sky.

The morale of the Holy Light Knights was shaken. They were no longer facing a mortal army, but a magical master who resonated with heaven and earth and could shake nature.

Xingluo whispered to Xiaohei, "One more time."

The silver bells rang softly and the dragon roared again.

Time, space, and dragon language intertwined, and the elemental storm swept across the entire Seven Fingers Wilderness.

Everyone on the battlefield understood—

This war will be the final division of mankind and the beginning of a new order.

Silver Ridge Valley - a long and narrow rift valley, the terrain looks like it was cut by a god's axe, with towering stone walls on both sides.

The valley bottom was flat, but it could accommodate a head-on collision between two large armies.

The flag of the Holy See of Light had been planted at the valley's entrance. The Knights of the Holy Light had regrouped there, their 30,000-strong formation stretching endlessly like a silver torrent.

They knew that they had lost the initiative in the battle of Qizhiye, and this place was the last barrier. If it was lost again, the northern defense line would completely collapse.

On the other side, the soldiers led by Xingluo had also formed their battle formation.

Black flags fluttered, flaming chariots formed into a long snake formation at the valley's mouth, and the dwarven cannons slowly lifted their muzzles. Moonfall blades were deployed on either wing, and the silver plates in their hands gleamed coldly in the setting sun.

In the center of the valley, Xingluo and Xiaohei stood side by side, the black dragon's wings were half spread, and the silver bells on the dragon's horns rang softly in the wind.

The air was heavy, as if the battlefield itself was holding its breath.

The Holy Light Horn sounded again.

The knights marched in unison, raising their holy shields, their footsteps shaking the earth. Hundreds of priests lifted their holy tomes, and holy light gushed from the pages, transforming into a massive wall of light that advanced forward.

This time, they did not want to crush Xingluo's army, but to use holy light to block the entire valley entrance and squeeze the enemy alive to the bottom of the valley.

Xingluo's eyes were cold, and he raised his hand and clenched it into the air.

The divine flame crystal suddenly burned in his body, and he whispered a word:

"freeze."

In an instant, the magical elements of heaven and earth seemed to be pinched.

The flow of time suddenly froze, and the charge of thousands of knights in front paused midway. The dust kicked up by their feet hovered in the air, and even the advancement of the light wall froze in mid-air, as if a painting was frozen in time.

——Freeze the battle line.

The battlefield, with itself as the axis and a radius of five hundred feet, lost the flow of time in an instant.

The Holy Light Knights opened their eyes wide, their muscles still exerting force, but they were unable to move their bodies forward another step.

But outside of the freeze, Starfall's army kept moving, even faster.

The dwarven cannons fired in unison, and the flames roared into the frozen phalanx of knights. The blaze slowly spread in the space where time had stopped, and when the freeze was lifted, a thousand knights were reduced to ash.

A deafening explosion sounded at the bottom of the valley, as if even the mountains were crying.

The Holy Light Bishop's face turned pale, and he immediately waved his scepter. Hundreds of Holy Light pillars fell at the same time, constructing a new holy land and tearing the frozen area apart.

Time resumed its flow, and the knights roared and charged again.

At this moment, Xingluo's eyes became even colder.

He raised his hands, and the magic power in his body resonated with the Divine Flame Crystal, and the elements between heaven and earth were forcibly twisted.

"Countercurrent—three breaths!"

A rift in space and time suddenly opened up at the bottom of the valley.

The knights who were charging the previous moment strangely "retreated" to their original position the next moment, and even the dust they kicked up flew back to their feet, as if all this had never happened.

The 30,000-strong army was forced to retreat three breaths.

Their offensive was wiped out, their casualties were wiped out, and even their shouts were drowned out.

However, only the body could recall the past, not the mind. Every knight remembered the death and pain they had just experienced. That sense of dislocation was enough to tear apart one's sanity.

"What kind of magic is this!" countless knights shouted in horror.

The sound of Xingluo echoed over the battlefield:

"This is time and space! Every step you take, every breath you take, is in my hands!"

The master of time and space, the pinnacle of human existence, at this moment, exerted his full strength for the first time on the battlefield.

The army of the Holy See of Light was completely suppressed, but the power of Holy Light was still gathering.

Outside the valley entrance, dozens of archbishops chanted loudly, their holy light arrays echoing with the sky, attempting to tear apart the space-time domain of Xingluo with divine power.

The golden holy light curtain spread all over the sky, trying to cover the entire valley.

Xingluo looked up at the sky, his eyes cold and his voice like thunder:

"If you insist on doing so, then you will see clearly the true face of time and space!"

The Divine Flame Crystal burned to its fury within his chest. The Black Dragon, Xiao Hei, roared, his roar shattering the air. Silver bells rang, stirring the very elements of heaven and earth.

The sky suddenly darkened, and a dark crack in space and time fell from the sky to the earth.

Chaotic light and shadows surged from the cracks, as if countless shattered worlds intertwined within them. Time twisted at the edge of the cracks, space crumpled as if by a giant hand, even the contours of the mountains trembled.

——Tear of time and space.

The cracks penetrated the Holy Light Formation, instantly shattering all the Holy Light runes. Countless knights were pulled into the cracks and torn into nothingness the next moment.

The formation of the Knights of Holy Light collapsed, and the 30,000-strong army was like pieces of paper in the face of the torrent of time and space, and was sucked into the vortex of chaos.

Dwarven artillery and flaming chariots roared forward, and the Moonfall Blade launched another displacement, instantly slicing into the heart of the enemy. The entire Silver Ridge Valley seemed to have transformed into a doomsday battlefield, and the laws of heaven and earth were collapsing.

The Holy Light Bishop screamed as he was swallowed by the space-time rift. The remaining knights were powerless to resist, their Holy Light shields shattered under the crushing force of space-time magic.

Blood and fire, light and shadow intertwined, and the valley was torn into a purgatory.

Some people cried, some screamed, but there was more silence and despair.

Xingluo stood on Xiaohei's back, her long hair flying and her eyes as cold as a knife.

He no longer held back.

"It's time for the human race's war to stop."

His voice was cold and sounded like a verdict.

When the last Knight of Holy Light fell, Silverridge Valley fell into deathly silence.

The space-time rift slowly closed, leaving behind only charred earth and endless corpses.

This battle will be recorded in the history of the human race:

——The Battle of Silverridge Valley.

It is not a song of victory, but the final bloody footnote of the human civil war.

Holy Spring Causeway - a huge embankment made of white stone, spanning thousands of miles.

It carries the most important spring of the Holy See of Light, delivering the water of holy light to countless city-states and military formations.

In the belief system of this continent, the Holy Spring is the foundation of the power of the God of Light.

At this moment, the long embankment was filled with holy light knights and priests. The holy spring behind them was surging, and the golden water turned into a sea of ​​holy light in the sky, covering the entire battlefield.

They knew this was the last line of defense.

If the causeway is lost, not only will the morale of the army be broken, but even the foundation of faith will collapse.

In the twilight, Xingluo led the army and slowly approached.

Black flags fluttered, red flames ignited in the dwarf chariots, and the Moonfall Blades stood quietly on both wings, silver plates in hand, waiting for orders.

Xiao Hei's low dragon roar shook the air, and the two bells on the dragon's horns collided gently, making a crisp "ding" sound.

The sound was faint, but it made everyone's heart tighten, as if it indicated that the world was about to collapse.

The Archbishop of Holy Light raised his scepter high and said solemnly:

"Where there is a spring, there is a god! Anyone who dares to blaspheme will be destroyed!"

In an instant, the water of the holy spring surged and turned into a golden torrent, pouring down from the long embankment, like the raging waves of the God of Light, rushing straight towards the Starfall army.

Facing the raging flood, Xingluo's eyes were cold.

He raised his hands, and the divine flame crystal suddenly burned in his chest, with a sound like thunder:

"Time—torrent!"