The scale of the blizzard was becoming increasingly astonishing.

Several moth drones with transparent wings navigated flexibly through the snowstorm, transmitting the disturbing scene back to the screen in full.

Snowflakes the size of goose feathers stained with eerie red spots were sharply cleaved into fine powder by the storm, as if they were colliding, fighting, vying for ownership of the sky!

Meanwhile, it seemed as if something had drained the world of its colors, the coastline, harbor, city walls, Royal Court, all the contours of the buildings turned dark red and blurry, as if overlapping with another space.

A feeling of weightlessness began to grip everyone’s senses.

"The sea is dyeing the land..."

Inside the control area, the well-informed Ed stared at the screen, his voice hoarse: "The Celestial Calamity followers have contaminated the ’space’ within Royal City Camelot, attempting to sacrifice everyone to the Abyss Celestial Calamity..."

"Wasn’t the captain supposed to gather intelligence? Why did things suddenly escalate?"

Beside him, Lucia nervously bit her finger and began muttering: "Now the trouble has really grown... If we can’t resolve it, the entire city will be ’rejected’ by the land and completely sink into the Gray Realm..."

The entire Royal City had already begun to fall, plummeting into despair.

Over thirty warriors clad in Sun Armor stood silently behind a few Ark Managers.

They were unaware of what the concept of celestial calamity represented, but everyone present had faced the Lionheart Knights twisted by the Blood Plague head-on; the expression of the leading Jay was incredibly solemn.

Even ordinary blood mist could corrupt beasts into troublesome monsters, what horrifying existence will this frenzied crimson world give rise to?

Gradually, everyone’s gaze converged on the gray-haired youth.

Everyone was waiting for the Lord’s command.

"It turns out the Celestial Calamity followers are even more impatient than us, they no longer focus their ambition on the entire island, but choose to harvest the lives of innocent people as much as possible."

A steady and powerful voice rang in everyone’s ears, Lin Lan turned around, his gaze slowly swept across the warriors’ eyes.

"So, the battle that awaits us will be unprecedentedly fierce."

Lin Lan spoke solemnly: "Thousands upon thousands of innocents are suffering, and you must stand before them."

"We are far from the Ark Territory, with no logistics, no supplies, and above us isn’t the Sun Mine which guards souls."

This time, Lin Lan’s tone was no longer as generous and inspiring as usual, he just spoke plainly:

"Shattered Star will struggle to care for everyone; facing the most formidable enemies, all you can rely on is the experience and courage cultivated from past battles."

He asked, "Everyone, are you willing to fight for me?"

"My Lord! The Sun Legion will definitely not let your expectations down!"

Jay stepped forward and struck his right fist against his chest: "We will fight till the last moment, we will never retreat!!"

The warriors’ gaze was firm, none of them showed any fear!

"Then head out to the battlefield, warriors, Shattered Star will drop you beside the coastline, time is pressing, people living outside the city walls are suffering."

Lin Lan’s tone gradually became resolute.

"Go, call my name, call the will of the Ark, call the dawn of the future, and then—"

He raised his right fist: "Use your hands to save them!"

"Yes!!"

The warriors’ yell was in unison!

The sweeping blizzard couldn’t completely deter Shattered Star, the blood-stained curse was thoroughly repelled by an invisible shield, the steel Fortress roared as it hovered to the sky above the seaside.

The next moment, the Sun Warriors nearly two meters tall shot towards the ground like falling stars!

The twisted crimson snow distorted everything, the slums outside the city walls had already turned into a purgatory on earth.

Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies...

Dismembered limbs were everywhere, civilians cried out in fear as they scattered, while countless humanoid monsters covered in eyeballs lunged at the panicked crowd, feasting voraciously.

The scene that met the warriors’ eyes was this brutal.

In just a few minutes, all the aristocratic slaves had been twisted by the Blood Plague into mindless monsters!

Everything was sinking, sinking into the endless abyss.

"Please! I’ve already paid the Winter Tax!"

A woman cradling a child collapsed on the ground in despair, she twisted her leg, struggling to stand back up: "Please, spare my child..."

"I... have finally felt... the wonderful Lion’s Heart Glory..."

The aristocratic slave in front of the woman laughingly split its face into six petals, it tore at the woman’s hem, mumbling something unintelligible: "All for the great... noble lords..."

The next moment, a war axe burning with light flame cleaved through flesh and bone, a twisted head flew high!

The cursed corpse shriveled rapidly, turning into putrid blood plasma, its life’s essence being thoroughly transferred via a translucent umbilical cord towards the distant Royal Palace.

"Everyone! Hide behind us!!"

The ’tall knight’ in peculiar golden armor swung the Ash Soil Battleaxe, forcefully slicing another charging Blood Plague monster.

Centurion Colin shouted angrily: "We are soldiers under Lord Roland’s banner! We will bring hope to you all!!"

The effect of the shout was actually negligible.

Most of the people had already lost their sanity in the harsh blizzard, the woman didn’t heed the instruction, instead she knelt down, trembling in fear.

"I have no money left... Noble knight... Please don’t kill my child, I really have no money to pay the protection tax..."