Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 884 - 702

Huge black crows circled and shrieked overhead, the sky a crimson gloom pressing down over the city, as if even the heavens and earth were weeping at twilight.

Sporadic sounds of fierce fighting, wailing, and explosive booms echoed endlessly through the valley, shredding the nerves of every warrior.

In this hellish landscape, the warriors of the Poson Kingdom fought relentlessly, bloodied but unbowed, using their flesh and blood to form the final barrier.

Garrisoned at the Hargengarde Fortress were the Central Army of the Poson Kingdom.

Seven days ago, when the Cerryti Empire launched their attack, rather than mobilizing the key stationed troops from the farther south, the Poson Kingdom had deployed the Central Army to its full capacity to join forces with the southwestern border troops.

This troop was known as "Poson Iron Riders" with Hargengarde Fortress manned by the First Legion and Fifth Legion of Poson Iron Riders.

The commander of the First Legion was General Giovanni, also known as the "Battlefield Tiger," handsome and imposing with electrifying eyes and a voice like a thunderous bell.

General Giovanni was brave and skilled in combat, repeatedly leading charges on the battlefield and breaking through enemy lines.

Likewise, the commander of the Fifth Legion, Lord Roland, was also fearless.

Though advanced in years with white hair and weathered from numerous battles, he remained alert and his battle-scarred face bore the marks of his experience.

Every one of the Poson Iron Riders was a fierce warrior; their armor shimmered with a harsh cold light amidst the gunsmoke, and their black capes billowed in the wind.

Their chests bore the bright distinctive emblem of the Poson King, illuminated by gunfire. Though Hargengarde Fortress was severely damaged, the spirit of Poson Iron Riders’ warriors remained high.

They raised their longspears, forming neat ranks atop the broken walls, their resolute faces etched with the determination to face death without fear.

Should Hargengarde Fortress fall, the towns at the rear would surely be massacred and plundered, and it would be hard to reclaim this crucial position.

They needed to hold out until reinforcements from the southern border of Aquidan Territory could arrive.

In the surging battle, General Giovanni and Lord Roland, both shrouded in blood, fought valiantly against the Cerryti troops.

At their Seventh-order, they were unstoppable on the battlefield.

Despite being surrounded by many Sixth-order enemies, they still managed to carve a path.

"Brave warriors of Poson!"

General Giovanni shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the sky,

"The invaders from the Cerryti are in front of us! But I will show them what Poson lions are made of, what it means to never surrender! Let them taste our strength!"

"Never retreat!"

The soldiers responded in unison, their robust shouts reverberating through the skies over Hargengarde.

As Cerryti’s artillery fire intensified, the walls trembled on the verge of collapse, yet the spirit of Poson Iron Riders grew stronger.

They truly believed that as long as Hargengarde Fortress stood firm, they could protect the people of Poson to the end.

The armies of the Cerryti Empire swath forward like a tide, dense and earth-shaking.

Spears pierced through the chest of the enemy, blades decapitated heads, and Magic Cannons fired intermittently, leaving the battlefield littered with corpses; the warriors of Poson swore to stand or fall with the city, not retreating one step.

They understood that what lay behind them was their home, the destiny of countless people.

Even if it cost them their last drop of blood, they were determined to fight for their land until the final moment of their lives.

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Just as the Poson Iron Riders were holding their ground, all the warriors felt an inexplicable crushing pressure, as if an invisible giant hand was choking them, causing their movements to slow dramatically.

The sky darkened further, turning an ominous deep red as thick clouds rolled like fresh blood.

The ground began to tremble, numerous cracks appeared, and blood seeped from them.

The warriors of Poson glanced at each other, instinctively sensing danger.

"This is not good! It’s one of Cerryti’s Powerful Ones!"

Lord Roland’s face turned pale, his voice trembling.

As a seasoned veteran, he instantly sensed that things were amiss.

General Giovanni gripped his longsword, grinding his teeth and trembling, but powerless to turn the tide.

Just then, a blood-red comet streaked across the sky.

The comet, with its long tail like the fangs of a ferocious dog, tore through the heavens.

A terrifying presence enveloped the battlefield, chilling everyone’s soul.

In this suffocating atmosphere, a figure descended from the sky, landing atop the walls of Hargengarde.

He wore dark red armor and a blood-like cape, wild and unrestrained.

His short black hair fluttered like flames, his eyes blood-red and piercing, chilling everyone’s heart, and a scorching aura swirled around him, distorting and warping the air.

The ground was suppressed by his presence, the air itself seemed to burn.

Both the soldiers from the Cerryti Empire and those from the Poson Kingdom stopped in their tracks.

"Cerryti Empire’s Seventh Army God, Philip of the Blood Jade Marrow."

General Giovanni struggled to utter this chilling name, his face ashen.

Rumors had it that Philip was the most belligerent among the Army Gods of Cerryti, and he had likely been anticipating this war for a long time.

Philip curled a cruel smile, raising his right hand, and the ground slowly burst with crimson cracks, the flames rapidly swelling, blazing intensely in a blink.

"If the Duke of Aquidan Territory is not here, who else can stop me?"

Philip laughed loudly to the sky, tinged with a hint of disappointment,

"Is it you, or is it you?"

Before his words fell, hundreds of fiery pillars as wide as tens of meters erupted from beneath Hargengarde like divine punishment, piercing the heavens and the earth.