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.

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.