CHAPTER 397: CHAPTER 329: DEFENSE BATTLE OF THE CAPITAL

At first, no one paid attention.

Everyone thought it was just a small skirmish at the border.

Those pointy-eared scoundrels probably got restless and wanted to take advantage of the First Empire losing its status as a Holy Country.

Hmph! Ridiculous!

The First Empire is strong and mighty! Even without the blessing of the Holy Light Goddess or support from the Holy Light Church,

it wouldn’t allow mere elves to gain any advantage!

Whether commoners or nobles, everyone had the same thought in their hearts.

If we can’t handle the Holy Light Church, surely we can handle you?

Then, in less than half a month,

over 80% of the Empire was completely overrun, with such exaggerated enemy-to-friendly casualty ratios that no one even wanted to seriously calculate them.

What was supposed to be a well-fought border skirmish, where the nation believed we held the advantage, was meant to be as easy as taking out the trash when going downstairs to get a meal.

How did it turn into a capital defense battle?

Was there a problem somewhere?

But when those concerned with the war effort tried to investigate the entire war process seriously, they became even more confused instead of understanding.

Exactly where did things go wrong?

No, no, no, it was all wrong!

Truth be told, before the capital of the First Empire, not many troops were assembled.

But based on earlier reports, everyone knew in their hearts that they had almost no chance of winning.

A mere thousand Unicorn Knights sent tens of thousands of troops fleeing in disarray.

Not a single city in the occupied zones could withstand the endless bombardment.

The Ancient War Tree standing at the front was an immovable fortress of war.

That towering and majestic body seemed more like the legendary Titan of ancient times.

There truly was no room for resistance.

Moreover, the populace had little will to resist.

With the sustainable exploitation of the Imperial Family and nobles in the First Empire over the years, the people weren’t exactly in dire straits but lived miserably enough.

While they still had some feelings for the First Empire, their hatred for the Empire’s elite was deep.

Especially after those fools caused the First Empire to be expelled from the Holy Light Church’s Holy Country ranks, their anger reached its peak.

Now they heard that their compatriots in the occupied zones had returned to the embrace of the Holy Light Goddess.

And the dual management of City Guard and City Pastor made the politics clear, and everyone had a bright future.

Thus, they yearned even more for such a life.

Now, within and outside the Imperial City, everyone was eager for it to be breached, with only the Imperial Family and those nobles clinging desperately, making a final death struggle.

"Master Mort, can we really hold out?"

Pedeplos III, the Emperor of the First Empire, looked gravely at the Black Robed Mage standing below the throne.

"I hear there’s a very troublesome female mage in the enemy camp who can nullify a mage’s every spell."

Brother Mage Mort smirked, "I know that woman, Your Majesty needn’t worry, she’s just a war weapon created by the Tower of Truth back in the day.

If we could create her, we have ways to subdue her.

These elves may be formidable, but they can never be our match."

Emperor Pedeplos was clearly not entirely convinced by his words, "Really? If you’re so powerful, why allow the loss of territory at the front?"

Brother Mage Mort wiggled his fingers, "Do not haste, for the time is not yet right.

And just recently, I received a message from my teacher, saying everything is set and we’re just waiting for the Fish to bite, then the tides will turn in our favor.

Esteemed Majesty, once my teacher Sky Sage joins the battlefield, everything will improve.

We can even enslave the entire Elf Clan! They will become the sharpest spear of the Empire!

Imagine, great Majesty!

When you possess this well-armed elven army, sweeping across the entire Human World will no longer be a dream!"

Looking at the exhilarated Mr. Mort, Pedeplos furrowed his brow.

This man was indeed a strong ally, but given the current circumstances, victory seemed unlikely.

Yet at this point, he had no other options, so he reluctantly accepted the man’s proposal.

"I hope your teacher won’t break his word."

Outside the Imperial City, high in the sky.

Lette sat atop a giant Holy Crow, overlooking the entire battlefield.

From this perspective, one might suddenly think of some strategic games played in the past.

"High-tier troops obliterate everything, indeed an unchanging truth."

Today he was here for one purpose, to respond to any sudden events at any time.

Under the assault of the Elf Clan and the thorough sweep by the Holy Country, the Truth Workshops in the occupied cities were being cleaned up and removed successively.

Black Mages and Truth Remnants were fleeing in panic, being vigorously hunted down in the process.

Now, this chaotic group was at the end of its rope.

The Imperial City was their last fortress.

Once this last nail is removed, there would be no place left on the Continent for these lawless individuals.

Even if a few stray Cats and Dogs remained, they would pose no significant threat.

With this, the world would finally become somewhat peaceful.

But as some old adages say, a dying camel is still bigger than a horse, and the Truth Workshop has been entrenched in the Empire for many years.

One believes that in their final hour of life and death, they might still have some trump cards yet to be revealed.