Three Hundred and Nineteen. The Battle of Connor (1, 3k)

The personnel carriers of the Auxiliary Army of Ultramar ran over the spacious road, and the few residents who had not yet been evacuated into the underground for refuge waved the flags in their hands on both sides of the road, and exhausted the air in their lungs with all their strength, wishing them Triumph.

The sky was gradually being blotted out by some kind of gigantic shadow, a monstrous thing casting shadows across the orbit. The atmosphere was pierced, a huge black tower fell from the sky, and fell straight into the plain outside the city, the ground trembled, and it was constructed by magic

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