During the enemy's arrogant charge just now, Rody landed a heavy punch on them, leaving them dazed and confused.
Facing 20,000 enemies with just 3,000 men, turning the tide into a one-sided massacre was a miracle that one would not believe unless seen with one's own eyes. After this battle, many kings and leaders came to their senses, becoming calm. As the enemy retreated like a tide, everyone not only cheered but also spontaneously started building basic defenses.
The elite squad continued to slaughter the remaining enemies, delivering the final blow to the half-dead centaurs.
Rody pursued the enemy alone, wielding a crescent halberd and spearing the slower retreating centaurs.
To the people of the world, the current miraculous child, Rody, was nothing short of a deity. Golden halos slicing through the earth, his nearly hundred-meter-long aura of fighting spirit not only terrified the centaur soldiers but also moved the onlookers in the rear to tears.
Who else in the world could drive hundreds of thousands of troops single-handedly, if not Rody?
Chris then ordered the slave army to dig trenches at the fastest speed. Victory was only temporary. Although the enemy was severely defeated, they were not crippled and could easily regroup and overwhelm Rody City's allied forces with a sea of soldiers. How to keep these centaurs at bay within an effective range? How to avoid close combat chaos? The soldiers, trapped under the fortress of Saint Song, had no natural defenses and had to create a buffer zone to buy some reaction time.
"What can we do?" Old King Norn embraced Rody with a hearty laugh and eagerly asked to join the fight as soon as he saw Rody return.
"Your Majesty, it's best if you leave..." Rody said with a slight smile.
"What are you saying? If it were anyone else, I'd beat them! Do you think we are cowardly and afraid of death? No, this old body of mine might be rusty, but it's still useful, not yet ready to flee the battlefield. Just digging trenches? I can do that!" Old King Norn rolled up his sleeves, actually intending to help dig trenches, but the others quickly persuaded him not to.
"It's best to leave, as this battle might last several days, or even half a month," Rody told the kings. "The soldiers of Rody City are well-prepared for battle, so you don't have to worry. As heads of state, you have significant domestic affairs to attend to, and you can use the teleportation scrolls to leave. As for the war, let me put it this way: prepare some fine wine, watch from your palaces, and enjoy the spectacular reversal our Rody City soldiers will present to you! Regardless of the process being long and arduous, the final victory will surely belong to humanity!"
"Listen to this, the young lad thinks we're old and useless, wants to send us away," Old King Norn said angrily. "We refuse to leave. What are domestic affairs compared to the fate of all humanity? They're trivial."
"We'll fight to the death, our sons will inherit," said the King of Naples, patting Rody's shoulder. "Let us stay! We haven't played the hero in a long time, let us old folks be heroes once more! The people at home are watching; we can't and won't sneak back shamefully. Rody, even if we just stand here doing nothing, you must let us stay!"
"Nobody can drive us away... including you!" laughed the King of Helsinki. "We're also part of humanity. Now that angels, demons, monsters, and centaurs are bullying us, can we just leave? These mongrels, we've tolerated them for thousands of years, no more tolerance today, we'll fight them!"
"..." Lord Warren stood silently among the crowd, watching Rody without saying a word.
Rody parted the crowd and walked towards him.
This was the second face-to-face meeting between father and son. Past misunderstandings, hatred, and pain had vanished with the wind, leaving only deep, spring-like emotions.
Lord Warren, a man as sturdy as steel, couldn't help but tremble slightly as he looked at Rody.
He had endured and waited for so many years.
Only today could he reveal the truth in front of the world, loudly telling his most beloved son that he was not the worst father who devoured his offspring, but rather his most steadfast protector. All the abandonment and heartlessness were but a protective shell, beneath which lay his most passionate heart.
"Father…" Rody opened his arms and embraced Lord Warren.
Lord Warren stood incredulously, accepting Rody's tight embrace. It took him a while to respond with trembling hands, hugging his most beloved and proud son.
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Seeing the father and son reconcile and recognize each other, everyone's eyes heated up. Even the toughest men couldn't help but turn away and secretly wipe their tears.
Rody's mother was shedding hot tears, laughing and crying as she watched.
In the distance, the girls from Rody's fan club were already crying in a group. They knew what Rody was missing – a loving father. Previously, everyone thought Lord Warren was the most heartless father in the world. But in fact, he wasn't. He was a father who sacrificed himself for others, willing to endure the world's condemnation to steadfastly protect his son.
"Ace, so you are my brother, thank you!" Rody wiped the hot tears from his face, turned to Ace, and extended his hand.
"No big deal!" Ace laughed. Instead of shaking hands with Rody, he punched Rody in the chest.
Rody pulled him in for a hug, embracing both Ace and Lord Warren, the father, brother, and son tightly hugging together, with Rody's mother also embracing from behind. This once fragmented family was now reunited into a cohesive and happy home.
Even the always calm and icy Pope couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh softly at this scene.
The crowd erupted in warm applause, moved by the reunion of Rody's family.
"Father, I entrust mother's safety to you!" Rody took his mother's hand and placed it in Lord Warren's large hand.
"Don't worry! As long as Warren and all the guardians are here, you'll never have to worry about the safety of the Holy Maiden," Lord Warren said, bowing his head and gently kissing the back of Rody's mother's hand, kneeling devoutly. As Lord Warren knelt, Ace, Helsinki, Sage Joanne, and others also knelt down, placing their hands on their hearts in respect.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm no longer the Holy Maiden. I'm just a mother to a child," Rody's mother said, helping each of them up, shaking her head and smiling.
"Rody, the enemy is preparing a meteor shower…" Chris came running from outside.
"Your Holiness, please lead the mages to prepare a magical barrier," Rody immediately shifted from son to the grand marshal of humanity upon hearing this, commanding, "Ice Demon, lead the four schools of mages to draw the magic circles at each corner. Tommy, gather all the slave army units back, and let Rody City's soldiers continue digging! The royal guards of various countries, I now summon you in my capacity as the Grand Marshal of the Human Alliance. Your first task is to set up two large tents as quickly as possible... Respected kings and leaders, please stand among the people and stabilize their emotions!"
"Yes," everyone responded loudly, be it kings or soldiers.
"Chris, use the Spirit Battle Song," Rody said, pulling Chris along as he rushed out of the crowd, issuing orders. By the time Chris reached the elite squad to command, Rody had already flown into the sky, his immense spiritual power separating from him and singing a unique Spirit Battle Song.
The sky was blood-red, with layers of clouds flickering with eerie red light.
In the distance, the angel army and the human rebel mage units were chanting 'Meteor Shower' or 'Meteorite Descent' within a huge magic circle. Although they couldn't charge, in terms of long-range attacks, the angel army was far superior to Rody City's forces.
As long as the Meteor Shower, chanted by hundreds to nearly a thousand mages, falls on the soldiers of Rody City, their bodies, even if made of steel, would inevitably melt. The bombardment of thousands of fiery meteors and meteorites could flatten a small mountain; now the soldiers of Rody City, without any natural defenses, could only watch helplessly as the meteors struck above them. How could they not be defeated?
If they fled, once they left the range of the glowing butterfly dust, the centaur army would launch a full-scale attack and overwhelm the human soldiers.
The Archangel Andre with golden wings felt the scales of victory tipping in his favor once again.
After all, his side, in terms of both numbers and strength, was many times greater than Rody's.
Chris, leading the elite squad, positioned themselves according to a mysterious magic formation, each pulling out a magic scroll. Under Chris's command, they simultaneously activated them. Streams of golden spiritual light rapidly rose into the air, connecting with Rody's spiritual clone, eventually forming an upward-tapering 'Tower of Spirit'.
In this glittering Tower of Spirit, Rody was at the very top, with Chris and the elite squad at the bottom.
Ice Demon Gao and the mages of all four schools surrounded them, collectively maintaining the entire Tower of Spirit.
The enormous Tower of Spirit, supported by the spiritual power of numerous mages, expanded further, eventually covering the entire area of Rody City's soldiers and even extending beyond by fifty meters.
"It's not enough. Don't maintain the magical barrier for now. Although the Meteor Shower will cause vibrations and heat waves when it hits, we should first support Rody's Tower of Spirit; its range is too small," the Pope understood Rody's strategy. Rody intended to use the Tower of Spirit to forcibly defend against the Meteor Shower, planning to use its sloped surface to deflect the direct impact of the falling meteors and slide them away from the crowd.
But there were too few mages in Rody City, and the protective range they could create was not large, nor could it be maintained for a long time.
Like the spirit squad, they were not qualified mages, relying only on magic scrolls for support. Once the energy of the scrolls was exhausted, the effect would probably be weaker. The Pope thought for a moment and then shouted loudly, ordering many court mages to come out and support.
"That kid is quite cunning, don't worry about him," said the beautiful instructor with a smile to herself, obviously understanding Rody's intentions better than the Pope.
"Let's all create a magic barrier together!" The Holy Maiden suddenly stood up and said to the girls in the fan club, "When I chant the spell, you don't have to do anything, just silently chant 'Rody, Rody' in your hearts, continuously repeating his name."
"Your Highness, we, we also want to contribute. Can we also silently chant the lord's name?" The slave soldiers and supporting civilians asked excitedly.
"Of course, you can. The stronger and more focused everyone's spirit is, the greater the power will be," the Holy Maiden replied with a beaming smile, starting to pray 'The Mercy of the Holy Mother' with her knightly order. Rody's mother watched and smiled slightly, but did not join in, just quietly watching. The beautiful instructor floated over, looking at Rody's mother, seemingly wanting to say something, but her lips moved slightly without making a sound.
Rody's mother reached out, gently stroked the top of the beautiful instructor's head, then took her hand, nodded at her, and smiled faintly.
The beautiful instructor's face seemed to blush for a moment, but it quickly disappeared, returning to her demeanor as a powerful figure.
"I have no special relationship with him; he is just my student. And only for a few months," the beautiful instructor emphasized this point, as if she was afraid Rody's mother might misunderstand something.
"Rody is a bit stubborn, and everyone fails to persuade him. Please look after him in the future, he might listen to you more," Rody's mother said softly.
"No, there isn't... I'll try," the beautiful instructor nodded somewhat flusteredly.
At this moment, in the sky, hundreds of burning meteorites fell like raindrops. The sound, initially muffled, became massive and eventually turned into a terrifying howl.
Amidst the earth-shattering roar, hundreds of meteorites of various sizes fiercely struck the giant Tower of Spirit, supported by the spiritual clone of Rody's hands. Surprisingly, the Tower of Spirit was not penetrated, and the meteorites did not shatter upon impact. There was no deafening explosion, not even a shockwave. Those fiery meteor showers slid rapidly along the sloped surface of the Tower of Spirit, descending towards the ground at high speed.
Finally, the meteorites, surrounding the enormous Tower of Spirit, crashed heavily into the ground about a hundred meters from the Rody City soldiers.
In an instant, the earth shattered, and countless shockwaves spread one after another...