In that instant, all sounds ceased.

Bugs no longer chirped, the wind no longer whispered, thick clouds obscured the sky, and even the sun had to borrow light from elsewhere.

Shadows enveloped the city below, bringing a touch of coolness to the people enjoying summer, but at this moment, no one paid attention to that; everyone stared blankly at the giant sword that had broken through the clouds and hung in the sky.

The giant sword glowed with a faint green light, surrounded by a misty aura, its hilt-less end disappearing deep into a cloud vortex, as if controlled by the will of heaven and earth.

"Sword"—this was the first impression that arose in the heart of everyone who saw it, as if this was the only meaning it had been given.

And the one who gave it this meaning was a young Liens with an expressionless face.

Time seemed to have quietly passed for a long while, yet it also felt like only an instant; Liens slowly lowered his raised hand, and the giant sword descended in sync.

People watched the giant sword, which seemed to represent the Day of Judgment, without thinking of escaping, because the moment that thought arose, the "Sword" had already arrived.

"Boom!"

The giant sword collided with the protective barrier safeguarding the city, but in an instant, it pierced through the barrier and crashed directly into the towering city wall.

Deafening roars pounded against everyone's eardrums, invisible energy impacts pulverized people and objects within the range, and the violent collision tore the earth apart, with the ground rising like a sea of rock and soil waves, engulfing all surrounding buildings.

This was not a natural disaster, but for those caught in it, it was a natural disaster.

If they were fortunate enough to survive this "natural disaster," they would probably never forget the young Liens standing in the air, looking down upon all creation like a god.

"Has he arrived?"

Liens's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he thought to himself.

Feeling the sudden surge of immense belief on him, he was not surprised by this; he had experienced such situations many times in instances.

And now, he was no longer as bewildered as he was at the beginning.

He knew clearly that when he displayed the "Sword" to the world, it meant he was formally accepting the destiny of a decisive battle with Alfred.

As the Lord Demonbane, Kingdom's Sword Saint, and the pillar of the Hartwin Kingdom, Alfred's fate was almost intertwined with the entire Hartwin Kingdom's destiny.

And as Alfred's fated opponent, Liens naturally took on the karma of millions of people in the entire Hartwin Kingdom.

This karma was too great, so great that he found it difficult to bear now, but knowing this, he still followed the arrangement of fate.

Just as he had told Uria and Lucrezia before, they could not resist fate, nor would they resist fate, because they all wanted to achieve their own goals within the arrangements of fate.

Alfred wanted to break through to the Legend realm, and Liens also wanted to take this opportunity to see what a Legend was like.

Born for the True Path, dying for the True Path.

Perhaps his personality had truly undergone immense changes under the influence of heaven and earth; at this moment, thinking of the not-too-distant future, the suppressed emotions within him actually gave rise to a strong fighting spirit.

Liens looked at the sinkhole below and the raging wind that showed no sign of stopping, and the fighting spirit in his eyes quietly faded.

He sighed inwardly; the body beneath his sword bore not only karma but also sin.

Fortunately, due to the war, the areas near the city gates were mainly military camps, and most ordinary civilians had already been forcibly relocated elsewhere to avoid interfering with the war.

On the other side.

Feeling the slight tremor from the ground and looking at the distant sky obscured by sand and wind, Uria could no longer hide his inner shock, and he stammered, pointing in that direction: "That… that should be it!"

Although he didn't express himself clearly, everyone present understood what he meant by 'that'; after all, the scene a few days ago was still as vivid as yesterday, so how could they forget it?

"Although it's very similar, both the aura and the scene of the sword's appearance there are different from that of the Kingdom's Sword Saint… So it's very likely that Liens released it."

Balder speculated; the current scene, combined with Liens's previous plan, naturally led to such a possibility.

The others were not surprised by this, as they basically had the same guess, and precisely because of this, their shock was uncontrollable.

Had they missed some version update? How had such moves started to become widespread? Would they also be able to casually use them in the future?

"You guys say… is Liens a reincarnation of an Old God?"

Uria whispered with a strange expression, his voice very soft, as if he was worried about some secret being exposed.

Regarding this absurd conjecture, the others' first thought was disbelief.

But on second thought, perhaps only such absurdity could explain how Liens had comprehended such an ultimate move in just a few days.

At least, they definitely couldn't do it, and they couldn't find anyone among those they knew who could do it.

"Liens shouldn't be a reincarnation of an Old God, but rather favored by destiny."

Robert shook his head, refuting Uria's conjecture, and then offered his own view.

His gaze was fixed on Baker City, his eyes as if waking from a dream; before, it was just a hunch, but now he somewhat understood why 'the precious sword' was Liens? And why could Liens be worthy of being 'the precious sword'?

Although they had already accepted the mission to support the rear cities, Robert and the others did not set off immediately; they still needed to wait for the Rebel Army to successfully evacuate from here to prevent a counterattack from Baker City.

"Alright, time is short, let's not chat anymore, let's act quickly."

Balder forcibly ended the topic, making everyone refocus their attention on the evacuation operation.

Upon hearing this, everyone put away the sighs on their faces, nodded solemnly to indicate they understood, and then their figures disappeared from where they stood, dispersing to various positions within the army.

After the others were in position, Balder raised the command flag in his hand and swung it down heavily, and then rhythmic, powerful drum sounds echoed throughout the army.

Receiving the order, the soldiers began to concentrate their will, and soon, a resonant spirit began to emerge, growing more and more numerous.

And the Extraordinary Ones distributed in various specific positions became the receiving nodes for these resonant spirits, imbuing them with the ability to manipulate elements.

Soon, a dazzling Rebel Army battle flag floated above the army, but this time it did not appear as a tool of destruction.

"Rapid advance!"

Balder shouted, simultaneously pointing the command flag in his hand towards the front of the assembled army.

Receiving the order again, the army of tens of thousands began to jog slowly and uniformly in the direction indicated by Balder's command flag, and the battle flag floating in the sky also cast its light upon the soldiers.

Gradually, the soldiers' running speed became faster and faster, as if they had received some kind of blessing, making the overall rapid advance speed of the army even comparable to that of an ordinary Extraordinary One.

Soon, the entire Rebel Army, like a swiftly flying arrow, rapidly moved away from Baker City.

However, their departure did not mean the end of this evacuation operation; Liens and the others still needed to cause more destruction to Baker City, reducing the enemy's combat power to minimize their ability to pursue.

"Finally, it's time."

The old man put down his teacup, his gaze looking into the distance, as if he had already passed through many obstacles, bringing the young Liens into his eyes.

Then, his figure rapidly faded, disappearing from this secluded courtyard.