Published: February 11, 2025
The sound caused those on the city walls to almost instantly crumble.
They couldn't understand how the beasts bursting forth from the flames could wield such powerful fire, capable of not only igniting the city walls but also threatening to destroy them so quickly.
It could be said that the city walls were one of the main sources of confidence for the posthumous children in resisting the assault of the Temple of Dawn, as well as their strongest means of defense. This was not merely about the solidity of the walls, but also about the defensive structures built upon them.
For example, the advantage of having troops overlooking the enemy and the various siege equipment installations were all based on the city walls. Once the walls fell, the so-called defense system would completely collapse, and the outcome of this war would almost be certain.
Various howls echoed from the city walls, hoarse and desperate, reaching the ranks of the Temple of Dawn from afar.
Now, only two of the three titans of dawn remained. They stood beside the tower of the Power of the Gods, looking through the flames that had not yet extinguished and discovering the panic among the posthumous children and Earthlings united forces, which brought them a sense of satisfaction.
“Holy Father, your arrival has brought not only a boost in morale but also victory, just like countless times before.”
Zai Li’s voice was unmistakably filled with exhilaration.
The death of Rong Zhi still left him unable to find peace.
The Holy Father sat beneath the tower, watching the battle ahead and listening to the flattery from his subordinates behind him, merely smiling faintly.
“When I was young, my master told me everything about the posthumous children. At that time, I understood that they were a despicable group who had no right to share anything here with us. Their existence serves no purpose other than to hasten the collapse of this space.”
His words were plain, yet everyone who could hear them felt a confidence so immense it reached the skies, coupled with an immense disdain for the posthumous children.
“Your previous attacks were unsuccessful not only due to insufficient preparation but also because the narrowness within the mountain hampered the battle tactics of our Temple Warriors.”
The Holy Father squinted slightly, a red figure flashing through his mind that had plunged into the sea of lava.
“Of course, there were also those Earthlings assisting them.”
“But now it’s different. I have arrived, so everything will come to an end.”
“Hail the Holy Father!”
Some warriors shouted enthusiastically, with some nearby even kneeling to the ground.
The Holy Father showed a much more favorable attitude towards these ordinary soldiers compared to the titans. He turned his body, smiled, and waved his hand, urging them to rise.
“Everything depends on your brave fighting. We must strive together for the future of the Temple of Dawn.”
“Hail the Holy Father!”
More people knelt down, including those who had just stood up.
At this moment, a large amount of liquid suddenly poured down from the city walls, followed by bursts of light that exploded within it. Instantly, a layer of gray substance solidified on the city walls, and as the temperature rapidly dried and solidified it, more than half of the walls were enveloped. The sound representing collapse was immediately halted.
“It seems our opponents are not without their strengths.” The Holy Father showed no signs of regret over the impending victory; instead, he spoke methodically: “In that case, let’s employ all our means and show these barbarians through action that they… are destined to be eliminated!”
As the Holy Father’s words echoed, the Temple of Dawn Warriors waiting behind shouted loudly and set down the short spears they had been carrying, each holding a bundle of twenty.
Then, those selected warriors with extraordinary strength began to draw the short spears and, under command, collectively hurled them towards the Royal City.