CHAPTER 398: CHAPTER 329: DEFENSE OF THE CAPITAL_2

To prevent any mishaps, Lette personally went to the frontline to oversee the battle.

But as he felt, even if the Truth Remnants had more tricks, they couldn’t create much of a stir anymore.

Just Emily alone is enough to deal with them.

The real concerns remain with the Corrupt Lady, and her favoured, those Corrupted Eggs.

During this intense pre-battle time, people in the capital discovered that the Elves were planting grass. And they were doing it rapidly!

It should be known that before the Elf army arrived, the Empire had adopted scorched earth tactics.

They turned a ten-mile radius around the capital into barren land, leaving not a single blade of grass. All the residents were forcibly sent into the capital, becoming homeless refugees.

This was all to weaken the Elf army as much as possible, making it difficult for them to get supplies or to create chaos.

However, they underestimated these Elves.

The Elves didn’t need hostages or any supplements at all.

They only needed a sufficient number of magic plant formations to secure a victory.

If the First Empire had charged out to confront the Elves head-on at the first sign of their formation, there might have been a silver lining.

But instead, they withdrew into their cities, waiting as the Elves erected one magical plant formation after another, summoning formidable magic plants as unit commanders.

By the time the Elves were fully prepared, it was too late for anything.

The outcome was decided, and the only thing left was to reap the fruits of victory.

"Since the enemy doesn’t want to strike first, let’s fire the first shot."

Emily stood on the crown of the War Giant Tree, pointing at the grand fortress in front of her.

"What are you waiting for? Isn’t bombing your favorite and most exciting thing? Hurry up, start!"

Even before Emily finished speaking, the Watermelon Bomb formation had already started the first round of bombardment.

Countless Watermelon Bombs were hurled high into the sky, then rained down on the Imperial City.

The mages in the Imperial City saw this and quickly opened the protective array of the city, trying to fend off the Elves’ attack.

The booming sounds were incessant; the defensive formation of the capital was strong and withstood the assault.

The soldiers inside the city were jubilant, believing that this battle was not unwinnable.

But they overlooked one thing.

This was just one formation of one type of magic plant’s single round of bombardment.

Soon, they understood what despair truly meant.

Corn Cannon formation! Cabbage Pitcher formation! Corn Pitcher formation! Frost Melon formation! Pea Shooter formation...

Each type of magic plant had three to four formations, and dozens of magic plants launched volleys together; the scene was utterly overwhelming.

It seemed like a vast dark cloud had completely obscured the entire sky over the capital.

Explosion after explosion, joined together, leaving no gaps.

The defensive magic units inside the city started pouring magic crystals into the protective magic barrier with all their might, then dumping them by the crate-load, until finally, they were just shoveling boxes in without even opening them.

The consumption rate of magic crystals was astonishing, and the entire capital was teetering amidst the multitude of explosive noises.

The enormous defensive barrier, though, inside it, no one felt they were being protected.

This level of bombardment, it was as if they wanted to vaporize the entire capital.

Soldiers who earlier clung to a lucky hope turned as pale as death, and the nobles were even more devastated as if mourning over a dead parent.

Only when facing this terror did they profoundly understand what it meant when catastrophe was imminent, and what despair truly was!

The Elves stood at the rear of the battlefield, silently watching the magic plants unleash their fury.

At this moment, their hearts were full of satisfaction.

Finally, the disgrace of the Elf Clan was washed away!

In fact, when the Elf Clan was defeated in the contest for dominance over the continent, the Elves did not feel the pain of failure too keenly.

After all, no one knew the internal issues of the Elf Clan better than the Elves themselves.

In that battle, the loss wasn’t unfounded, though the Elves didn’t say it, inwardly they accepted it.

But what truly trampled the dignity of the Elf Clan were the First Empire’s encroachments on Elf Empire lands, their provocations, and their repeated humiliations and oppressions.

Now, they stood before the enemy’s capital, unleashing their wrath upon that tortoise shell.

Finally, they vented their anger.

At this moment, they were immensely grateful to the great Holy Sin Wright.

Without Lord Wright, could they have reached this point?

Not to mention pushing the First Empire to this point, they wouldn’t even have had the courage to wage war against it.

Wright has allowed the Elves to stand tall once more.

At this moment, his status within the Elf Clan soared to unprecedented heights, even comparable to that of the Life Goddess.

But now, the Empire’s side struggled in endless despair.

They had thought that they just needed to endure the Elves’ bombardment.

The Empire was full of elite soldiers, and they outnumbered the Elves vastly.

If they just withstood this wave, charged out, and engaged the Elves in melee combat, victory wasn’t out of reach.

But this confidence was eroded completely by the constant bombardment.

Why hasn’t it stopped?

Not only did it seem to have no intention of stopping, rather it grew more intense!

How much ammunition do they have, how long can they bombard, were they really here to fight a war?

At ten minutes, the remaining Empire soldiers still had the courage to gamble everything.

After half an hour, the Empire’s remnants were in shock.

An hour later, the Empire’s remnants were in a frenzy.

Two hours later, the Empire’s remnants were gradually consumed by fear.

Three hours later, the Empire’s remnants were numb and held no more illusions about this war.

Finally!

After nearly five hours of shelling, the Empire’s twenty-year stockpile of demon crystals was completely used up.

The troops responsible for pouring magic crystals into the eye of the barrier one by one fell to the ground, so exhausted they were gasping for breath.

Perhaps they were the ones who truly shed sweat in this great war.

Crack!

Without the replenishment of magic crystals, the defensive formation finally couldn’t hold and started to show holes and cracks.

The soldiers looked up at the now fragile protective dome, feeling not a bit of fear.

Instead, they felt a sort of...

Ah, finally a sense of relief like breaking free.

Crack!

As everyone expected, during the relentless barrage, the capital’s protective shield shattered.

The entire capital, like an eggshell peeled away, was fully exposed.

Yet just when everyone believed the capital was about to be buried in artillery fire, the Elven bombardment ceased.

Although a few shells didn’t halt in time and fell down, as soon as the barrier broke open, everyone chose to cease fire.

Yes, this was Lette’s order.

He never intended to destroy the city, unless it was necessary.

His goals were simple and clear from the beginning.

First, to replace the old with the new, eliminate the top officials of the First Empire, and replace them with a new, obedient and understanding upper echelon.

Second, in doing so, to round up and annihilate the Truth Remnants and the Black Mage faction, eradicating this hidden threat completely.

Third, to strike fear into others by making an example, reminding other restless Holy Countries of the consequences of betraying the Holy Light Church.

But ultimately, all three were for one thing.

Stability.

Lette wanted this world to be stable and peaceful, as he intended to live here long-term, perhaps even settle down permanently.

A gentleman does not stand beneath a perilous wall, but he didn’t want to relocate, so he prepared to rectify the perilous situation.

And now, the last destabilizing factor had finally been forced out by him.

A terrifying aura spread from within the capital.

Lette knew, the big event was about to happen.