Slvas and his companions had hastily dug a tunnel that wasn't very long, actually just traversing through several ancient Xinsas Holy Temples, and they emerged from those cobweb-filled ancient passages, moving from the center of the battlefield to the outskirts. As Fang Hong pushed aside a pile of bricks, a screeching Dragon's Claw minion leapt at him, but before he could react, Tainaric immediately speared the monster to the ground with a lance.

Only then did they realize that they were at a corner of the battlefield, where numerous Adventure Groups and Invokers were engaged in combat with the Dragon's Claw minions. The battlefield was intricate, spanning several nearby street blocks, and both parties were momentarily startled upon seeing them.

Fang Hong wasted no time; he simply pointed towards the center of the battlefield, where the Rangers of Silver Weslan raised their bows and fired, a shower of arrows covering the area. In an instant, a swath of Dragon's Claw minions fell, liberating the Guilds and Adventure Groups there. The latter, slightly stunned, quickly reacted, nodding at them and immediately rushed toward other directions on the battlefield.

The forces of Silver Weslan also advanced in another direction, and the sudden addition of fresh forces on the battlefield was like the last straw crushing the defensive line of the Dragon's Claw minions. Although these monsters seemed nearly devoid of emotion, they were nevertheless forced to retreat, quickly leading to their collapse.

The various small Guilds of the Adventure Group let out a long-suppressed excited shout, with several Guilds even attempting to pursue. However, Fang Hong, seeing this, patted the shoulder of a nearby Crossbow Shooter, who, understanding the gesture, raised his Magic Guided Heavy Crossbow and fired an Illumination Bomb into the sky.

The Illumination Bomb blossomed in the darkness and slowly descended, its highlighted light attracting everyone's attention. Turning their heads, they saw a Silver Rose blooming in mid-air, an emblem projected onto the battlefield sky by Silver Weslan using a Projection Crystal.

From Colin Ishurian to the Ancient Tower, the silver rose symbolized endless courage and was also one of Lady Marlan's symbols. And a blooming rose above the battlefield of Silver Weslan represented a well-known tradition, the language of the Silver Rose:

"We are marching toward victory!"

"So, Knights, let us shoulder to shoulder for one final charge!"

Those who understood this floral language, their blood heated with excitement at this moment. They often saw this scene in videos, where the brave Silver Knights were about to achieve the final victory, always moving from one victory to another.

But at this moment, Silver Weslan was with them, each person a part of this language and this legend.

A voice, magnified by magic, echoed over the battlefield, that was the voice of Fang Hong: "Friends, thank you for your help—this is Silver Weslan, and we have successfully broken through!"

This clear voice instantly spread to every corner of the ruins.

Cheers erupted across the battlefield, a sense of immense pride surged in their hearts, the most precious reward after all their efforts. As they listened, Fang Hong's voice rose above the cheers:

"My compatriots, those who uphold the same beliefs, please come to me, and let us launch the final charge together!"

"Sound the horn, for we will surely achieve the final victory!"

There was no extended blast of the horn.

But there was only a tsunami-like cheer rising from all around the battlefield.

This shout echoed from beneath this ancient city, traveling through the Ether to more distant places—whether in Traveler's Rest, Elpa, the Sanctified Forge Hall of the Dwarves, or the citizens of Golande, all were irresistibly infected by this scene, shouting that name:

"Marlan!"

"Marlan—!"

The tsunami-like sound called out the name of victory, the brave lady who would forever shelter those courageous people.

In the void, there seemed also to come a profound gaze, watching this scene as if waiting for the victory to arrive. In the Hall of Valor, the monks were astonished to find their scrolls being turned by an invisible force, and it seemed as though a divine chant was echoing above the dome, admonishing her people.

A Divine Oracle had descended.

And Fang Hong was standing in the center of the battlefield, his right hand raised high, the Projection Crystal in his hand shimmering brilliantly. He looked around at the crowd drawing near from every direction, his heart also surged with the same feelings—but not out of pride for himself.

Paradise Flower had fallen silent by then.

Only the last message he had sent remained:

"Fight on."

"Fight on—"

Fang Hong didn't know if the other party could still receive messages, but he still wrote one and sent it, then turned off the Communication Crystal and turned around.

Behind him was a sweeping tide approaching, at the center of which the Knights of Silver Weslan all raised their longswords, then looked at him, awaiting his final command. Xi also could not help but look at him one more time, sensing something different in this young man.

Fang Hong raised his hand and pointed straight ahead.

Between the center of the battlefield and the fourth Light Bridge, there were some Dragon's Claw minions scattered, but Toragotos had probably never seen such a fervent crowd, as the Invokers almost unhesitatingly broke through the line, as easily as piercing paper.

People converged into a torrent, surging up onto the fourth Light Bridge.

And Silver Weslan was at the apex of this torrent.

The buildings on the island ahead were empty, seemingly void of any Dark Beings, but Hilveld quietly warned from behind, "Look over there—" signaling him to pay attention to something on the buildings.

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