Chapter 224: Chapter 157: Ideals Tainted by Dust

The dazzling radiance lit up everyone’s eyes.

The goat-headed bow shattered into pieces, the fierce bat wings were torn by the radiance, and the shattered main ship billowed with thick smoke, crashing heavily into the sea by the dock, creating waves weighing tens of thousands of tons.

The coastline seemed to be swept by torrential rain, the warriors stood unmoved, allowing the waves to wash away the bloodstains on their golden armor.

The few remaining flower branches also turned into fragments under Roman Judge’s long sword.

"The Alliance Legion has lost..."

Not far away, the navigator observing the battlefield muttered, completely unable to believe his eyes.

The fully armored Alliance Legion was crushed head-on by the Ark Kingdom!

The myth high above the sea fell into the dust like this.

Witnessing this scene, the remaining Alliance soldiers completely lost their will to fight; they desperately threw away their weapons, gray-faced and holding their heads, squatting on the ground, the militias immediately rushed up and tied them up like dumplings.

The Sun Legion began the final cleanup operations.

Even though the main ship had disintegrated, the ’Alliance soldiers’ on it still hadn’t given up protecting their master, with the demon evil dogs transformed by purgatory poison fire charging fearlessly towards the shore!

A huge hammer fell suddenly, instantly grinding the evil dog in front of Ansel into minced meat.

The wails rose one after another.

Jay’s gaze turned extremely cold, swinging the giant sword to slice the beast in front of him vertically into two halves.

The warriors of Ark steadily advanced, and the enemy’s warship fell very close, they soon stepped onto the shattered deck of the main ship.

Deep in the warship, in the captain’s room, Horn leisurely retrieved a bottle emitting a faint glow from the ice cooler under the table.

His figure returned to being tall and thin, the muscled physique reverted back to normal, the deep red horns on the man’s head had already dimmed, and his face looked aged by nearly ten years.

Horn looked at the display case beside him, even with the soft seat’s protective wrap, the exquisitely jeweled high-stemmed wine glass still appeared cracked from the shaking.

Horn shook his head regretfully, took the flawed wine glass, and poured himself half a glass of the limited-edition ’Twilight Blood’ worth thousands of Bright Gold Coins.

The main ship shook incessantly.

Horn ignored the wails of the evil dogs and shook the wine glass, drinking the precious wine juice he usually couldn’t bear to taste.

He drank very attentively.

Just then, the emergency communication device on the table suddenly lit up, Horn turned his head, discovering it was a urgent message from Commander Ralph.

After a long signal connection, the two sides finally established contact.

Horn casually tapped the light shadow, in the image, the cutting frost wind sliced across Graythorn’s warship, Commander Ralph, clad in magic-guided battle armor, was drenched in blood, and forcefully hacked a Imperial mechanical soldier climbing onto the warship.

"Horn, the Imperial Legion has appeared at the Northern Border of the island! That group of Imperial People had been lurking around Ark Island from the beginning!"

Ralph’s voice came urgently: "Our soldiers are caught in a tough fight, Graythorn needs Silver Wings’ support!"

Horn did not respond, Silver Wing Commander watched this scene absent-mindedly, a self-deprecating complex smile gradually carved on the corner of his mouth.

He sipped another drink of the sweet wine.

"Horn!! At such a critical moment, you actually have the mood to enjoy wine and waste time?!"

Seeing the other’s actions, Ralph was nearly overwhelmed by anger.

"Listen, no matter what huge benefits you gained in Seagull City, as long as you stand by and do nothing, the Main Island Council will definitely hold you accountable!"

He yelled: "At that time, Governor will certainly make you spit out everything you’ve gained!"

"It’s already over, Ralph."

Horn interrupted his colleague, gently sighing: "Everything is already over."

"What do you mean by this?"

Ralph’s heart suddenly jumped, concentrating his attention, noticing the other’s aged face and dim horns.

He had never seen the once spirited Silver Wing Commander in such a dispirited state.

Ralph instinctively enlarged the light shadow, discovering Horn’s captain’s room had become a complete mess, expensive facilities twisted and bent, exquisite murals scattered on the ground, cracks spread everywhere.

His unease intensified, staring at the titled table with the opened ’Twilight Blood’, a horrifying notion flooded Ralph’s mind.

It was known, even on the day when Horn’s eldest son was born, he didn’t open that bottle of discontinued precious wine juice.

"Horn, what exactly happened in the Southern Territory?"

Ralph repressed his unease, solemnly questioning: "Why are you speaking such demoralizing words?"

"Because he is soon going to die."

Another young voice joined the conversation.

A strong color of shock emerged on Graythorn Commander’s face.

He saw the captain’s room door smashed open by a huge hammer, a plainly dressed gray-haired youth walked into the room, sitting in front of Horn.

Three others followed behind the youth.

Respectively, a face flooded with fierce laughter Black-winged Calamity Master, a giant warrior with exaggerated height holding a huge hammer, a cold man whose legs had been replaced by mechanical prosthetics.

The man quickly walked to the communication device, stretched out his hand, the next second, the communication light shadow was interrupted like that.

"Long time no see, Commander Horn." Ed gazed at his former superior, his eyes gradually becoming complex.

Horn slowly raised his head to check the man’s face.