Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 661 The storm will not protect the cowards, but it will protect the brave

The Moonfall Blade lifted the entire vanguard half a foot before the fire whip landed on the ground - the fire line passed by the ground without any damage. Everyone could see their progress.

Celta and Ayeh laid a "Still Water Wall," which "displaced" the enemy cavalry's momentum into a glide, maintaining their speed but losing control as they slid across the wall. Stoneback and Glo closed in from either side, their ground blasts shattering the base of the "Still Water Wall" into shattered ice, sending the enemy cavalry careening off the wall.

Dunn's stone beard explored the underground cavity in advance, avoiding the trapped area, allowing the entire army to march as usual and rendering the enemy's traps useless.

Mogo's "Abyss Binding" makes the enemy feel like they are walking on a slope, Tia weaves a "veil" in the sky, Naga refracts sunlight to form "burn spots", and Ijin's energy arrows kill enemy elites and accurately clear enemy flags, drums, command towers, etc.

Isabel drew a circle of black and gold protective halo under the veil, gently "handing over" the aftermath to the battlefield without damaging her own formation, becoming a powerful war-level dragon language defense magic.

Rush's short-range space jump and Mirror Eye's light binding are responsible for "finishing the job": the displacement team falls, the light blade sweeps across, and a clean cut will appear in the enemy formation.

Xingluo stood on a command platform high in the sky, slowly tracing the sky—each stroke an invisible route. The dragons flew along the route, not being forcibly controlled, but finding the safest path in resonance with heaven and earth.

When a dragon descends, people are most likely to let their guard down. But Xingluo will never allow that.

He placed the men at the center of the dragon formation, not at the back. Trains, long guns, short cannons, displacement teams—men were the tenons, the dragons the beams.

Any lifting and any replacement is done by humans first, then amplified by the dragon, and spread out layer by layer.

"We are neither the dragon's servants nor its masters." Xingluo said only these words before the army. "We will stand with the dragon and make the sky a place where dragons soar once again."

Nicholas looked up, his old eyes bright: "The wind is coming."

Constantine, this name is known to almost everyone on the mainland.

Rumor has it that he was born on an isolated island in the stormy sea and could understand the whispers of thunder at a young age.

At the age of ten, he could summon strong winds to drive away sea monsters; at the age of fifteen, he crossed the Storm Ocean on his own; at the age of twenty, he was labeled a "heretic" by the Church of Light because he refused to dedicate his power to God.

He chose Luoshen Seminary.

At first in the academy, he was both a mentor and a guardian, and later he became the dean of Luoshen Academy.

The students of the college said: "As long as Constance is here, the storm will always be our shelter."

He is a demigod, but he never regards himself as a god.

He often said:

"Storms do not bow to gods, nor do they protect cowards.

Storms only protect those who dare to stand before tornadoes."

The dark clouds of the war between gods shrouded the earth, and the flag of the Luoshen Academy finally appeared on the edge of the Requiem Valley.

Xingluo didn't want to change the name of this valley, but at some point, everyone started to get used to calling it the Valley of the Souls, but he still felt that calling it the Valley of the Souls was better.

Countless young apprentices and battle-hardened mentors emerged from the mountain roads.

They did not bring any large baggage, only magic books and staffs inlaid with magic cores.

And at the front of the team was Constantine.

He was wearing a dark blue robe, the corners of which rolled like waves.

On his shoulder sat an eagle made of thunder, its eyes flashing with cold lightning.

With every step he took, the wind gathered and thunder rumbled low beneath his feet.

The Storm Master no longer looked gentle, but was ready for war. This was obviously what he looked like when fighting.

When he appeared in the valley, the soldiers felt their breath stop, as if an invisible storm was coming.

Even Bailong lowered his head and looked at him cautiously.

Nicholas whispered, "This person's aura...is surprisingly not inferior to mine."

Xiao Hei groaned, but there was no hostility in his voice, but rather a rare respect.

Luoshen Academy is not a legion, but it is more terrifying than a legion.

Elemental Sequence apprentices, hundreds of young wizards, holding "Resonance Symbols" in their hands, can chant in unison under the guidance of Constantine, allowing hundreds of magic spells to erupt at the same time.

The Arcane Mentors, over twenty elders, specialized in different fields—fire, ice, illusion, and enchantment. Their very existence was a mobile tower of magical attack.

The Guardian team is composed of combat magicians trained by the academy. They wear light armor and carry two swords on their waists. They can cast spells and fight in close combat.

Several instructors responsible for the inheritance of the secret codex accompanied the team, carrying heavy ancient tomes. Those books recorded the wisdom of the academy for thousands of years, and every page they opened marked the beginning of destruction.

The college marched without drums or bugles.

There was only the sound of pages turning and the apprentices muttering spells.

The sounds gathered together, like the tides of the sea, never stopping.

In the center of Requiem Valley, Xingluo met Constance.

They had no complicated etiquette, they just looked at each other.

The forces of storm and time and space collide briefly in the air, stirring up invisible ripples.

Xingluo has grown up and is no longer his student, but he is always his student because Xingluo has received his teachings, and even after graduation he is still a student of Luo Theological Seminary.

Constantine spoke in a deep and powerful voice:

"Xingluo, you engrave the names of all the dead on the requiem bell.

I respect you for remembering they are people, not numbers.”

Xingluo responded calmly:

"I also always respect you because you don't give your strength to God."

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time, and finally smiled.

This is the tacit understanding among the strong.

Constance raised his hand, and the sky was immediately covered with thick clouds.

The wind howled, thunder roared, and the entire camp was shrouded in a storm.

His voice spread like thunder:

"I am Constance, Lord of Storms.

I came here from the seminary, not for glory, not for survival,

Just to make this land no longer prostrate at the feet of gods!"

The apprentices chanted in unison, their voices gathering into a wave.

Flashes of lightning exploded in the sky, illuminating the faces of all the soldiers.

The soldiers were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes.

They knew that from then on, the war between gods would no longer be a desperate struggle, but would gradually develop into a real counterattack.

Bailong looked at this group of humans from the academy and was initially wary.

But when Constantine waved his hand and summoned a curtain of thunder that covered the sky, the dragons were shocked.

Oros flapped his wings and flew high into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the thunder curtain.

Thunder roared through his mane, and for the first time he bowed his head in salute to Constance.

"You are... the true Lord of Thunder."

Constantine just smiled slightly: "Thunder will not have a master, but it will recognize fellow travelers."

At this moment, the alliance between Storm and Dragon was officially formed.

The existence of the Luoshen Academy makes the Xingluo Legion even more powerful.

The apprentice's resonant chant can instantly release a storm of arrows covering a thousand meters;

The mentor's arcane barrier can withstand the angels' swooping attacks and provide cover for the dragon wings;

The Guardian cohort fights alongside the soldiers, able to cast spells and defend themselves with swords.

And Constantine himself is the storm itself.

He could, with a whisper, turn the entire sky into a sea of ​​thunder;

He could overturn the enemy's front line with a single wave of his hand.

When Constantine came over, Xingluo murmured softly, "He alone is half a legion."

As night fell, the storm still swirled over the valley.

The apprentices sat quietly around the fire, and the instructors opened the ancient books and recorded today's content.

Constance stood alone in the center of the storm, gazing coldly at the western sky.

The aura of the gods there is already looming.

Xingluo walked up to him.

The two stood side by side in silence for a long time.

Finally, Constantine spoke:

“Soon we’ll have a real storm.

The storm does not shelter the coward, but it shelters the brave."

Xingluo nodded slowly, his eyes as cold as a knife:

"Then let the gods experience the wrath of the storm firsthand."

The fourth toll of the requiem bell rang out, echoing between heaven and earth.

Hundreds of dragons roared in unison, the gods of the Fallen Seminary chanted in unison, and a storm swept across the entire valley.

That night, the wind direction on the continent changed completely.

From then on, the flags of the human race not only had the shadow of a dragon and symbols of time and space,

There was also a bolt of lightning that tore through the sky.