Boom!
The clash of iron armor, the impact of blades and axes striking against each other, mixed with soldiers’ furious roars, formed a terrifying cacophony.
On the plains, the battlefield situation suddenly became clear.
The tightly packed formation, with shields and long spears providing both offense and defense, functioned like a hedgehog and proved extremely effective, holding firm against the enemy’s charge and buying sufficient time for the noble alliance and their archers positioned behind.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As the second wave of arrows fell, morale on Arthur’s side inevitably sank into despair and panic.
“We cannot allow this to continue! Cavalry, follow me in the charge!”
Seeing this, Arthur could no longer restrain himself and issued the command.
In the next instant, he spurred his warhorse forward, and like an arrow released from a bow, he rode swiftly around the formation toward the enemy’s flank.
Behind Arthur, 1,500 heavily armored cavalry rode forth solemnly, each small unit led by a true knight.
This was Arthur’s trump card—a knightly regiment forged from centuries of the Wellington family’s resources and his own reserves.
They were rigorously trained, disciplined, and most importantly, each knight charged fearlessly into battle, serving as the greatest source of inspiration on the battlefield.
“We will strike their left flank!”
Arthur’s use of cavalry surpassed that of the other nobles—he did not intend to launch a direct frontal assault but instead aimed to create chaos by attacking the flank.
“Indeed impressive!”
Wu Ming naturally noticed this scene. He turned to the Watchers surrounding him: “Charge!”
Neigh!
Numerous warhorses neighed as the cavalry he had kept nearby also surged forward to meet Arthur’s charge.
“Successor of the Conqueror, come forth!”
Seeing this, Arthur’s eyes seemed to blaze with a fiery intensity: “Victory will surely be mine!”
Clatter! Clatter!
Hooves thundered across the ground, and soon both sides’ knights could see each other’s menacing armor, gleaming lances, and eyes burning with fury.
“Power of the People, empower us!”
Wu Ming shouted, and a golden glow rapidly expanded, enveloping the entire cavalry force.
Whoosh!
Instantly, the entire cavalry unit accelerated dramatically, resembling a golden arrow that tore through the opposing ranks.
“Kill!”
The Watcher knights roared loudly, swinging their swords and cleaving downward.
Lances like a forest sprang forth, splattering blood in arcs. Any unfortunate knight who fell from his mount would be trampled into a bloody pulp by the hooves of both sides in the next instant.
“William Wallace!”
Arthur roared, charging forward with his greatsword.
“Arthur Wellington?”
Wu Ming’s eyes lit up. His Dragonheart Greatsword transformed into a streak of blue light, instantly unleashing a dazzling curtain of blades.
Crash!
Their swords met, and Arthur’s blade snapped in two. He was thrown from his horse.
“Though his strength does surpass that of an ordinary knight, he is still too weak! Far too weak!”
Wu Ming rode forward, ready to capture the nobleman.
“Save him!”
Several knights charged forward recklessly.
“Power of the People, transform—Frostbite Arrows!”
Wu Ming flicked his wrist, and several blue arrows shot forth, leaving trails of blood as they struck. Wounds instantly froze, radiating an intense chill.
“Surrender, Arthur! You are no match for me!”
Looking at the battered Arthur, Wu Ming issued his final ultimatum.
“Me… no match for you?”
Arthur’s face contorted, and he drew another sword, loudly chanting an ancient word: “Courage!”
Boom!
A golden crescent arc slashed forth, nearly reaching Wu Ming in an instant.
Wu Ming dodged, but his mount was cleanly split in two.
“Charge!”
As Wu Ming landed, Arthur swiftly closed the distance, his entire body seemingly ablaze with golden flames. His sword, wrapped in radiant light, stabbed forward.
Crash!
Wu Ming blocked again, his body rapidly pushed backward.
After the blow, the Dragonheart Greatsword emitted a mournful sound, numerous fine cracks spreading across its surface before shattering into fragments.
“A supernatural weapon?!”
Wu Ming’s expression darkened as he stared at Arthur.
In Arthur’s hand now was a strangely shaped broken sword!
It was grayish-white, seemingly carved from stone, with no ornate decorations or patterns, and even had a broken section, appearing utterly plain and unremarkable.
Yet in Arthur’s grasp, it radiated endless brilliance, like a golden sun, exuding a simple yet profound majesty.
Moreover, a weapon capable of effortlessly destroying the Dragonheart Greatsword could not possibly be ordinary.
“The Proof of the Lionheart King? The Holy Sword from the Stone?”
Though both were supernatural weapons, the sword in Arthur’s hand far surpassed the Dragonheart Greatsword, even eclipsing the Blue Diamond Crown.
The latter, aside from its spiritual imprint, was merely symbolic, while the Holy Sword from the Stone represented real, tangible power.
“Correct, William!”
Arthur raised the stone sword solemnly, as if holding the authority of the world: “Though the Lionheart King and the Conqueror never met, their worth shall be proven through their successors!”
“I swear to uphold the path of knighthood and inherit the Lionheart King’s legacy…”
Arthur raised the Holy Sword high, chanting a sacred hymn.
In a golden glow, a massive ethereal figure appeared behind him—a knight clad in golden armor, with two enormous golden wings unfurling from his back, like golden flames.
“A hero spirit?”
Unlike the Conqueror, who left behind only a legacy requiring personal cultivation, the Lionheart King’s inheritance was direct and simple—the Holy Sword inherently contained immense power!
“Hall of Glory!”
The winged knight roared, and although the words were in an ancient tongue, every knight on the battlefield instinctively understood their meaning.
A massive barrier formed instantly, enveloping the entire cavalry battlefield.
Under this enhancement, every knight’s confidence surged, their stamina, recovery, speed, and strength all increasing exponentially.
“Lionheart! Lionheart!”
The cavalry shouted the Lionheart King’s name as the sudden power surge invigorated them, gradually turning the tide of battle.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Frost arrows flew, only to crash against a golden light wall and shatter.
“It’s useless… With the Holy Sword’s protection, you cannot harm me. Face reality!”
Behind the golden barrier, Arthur declared confidently.
He had absolute faith in himself. Ever since obtaining the Holy Sword, even a slight activation ensured victory, and this time would be no different!
After all, this time he had unleashed the full power of the Holy Sword.
Revealing the true form of the Holy Sword was a privilege even the Kington family could never achieve!
“Naive!”
Yet, William suddenly replied coldly, his tone filled with disdain, causing Arthur’s face to flush with anger: “What did you say?”
“I said you’re naive!”
Wu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly: “Relying on a supernatural weapon to oppose me, depending solely on external power while forgetting your own strength—you are unworthy of being my opponent!”
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Power of the People consumed heavily, causing his pupils to turn a crystalline blue.
Roar! Roar!
Amidst the howling winds, the temperature plummeted, and a distant, monstrous roar echoed.
That natural, overwhelming majesty caused every knight present to shiver inwardly, as if weak animals had encountered their natural predators, surrounded by lions and tigers.
“A dragon!”
“That’s a dragon!”
Arthur looked up sharply and saw the terrifying blue phantom against the darkened sky.
Just like in myth, the colossal dragon had a mountainous body, sharp claws and teeth, and massive scaled wings that blotted out the sky. Its long tail trailed cold flames, radiating an extreme chill from the depths of frozen hell.
“Roar! Roar!”
At this moment, the blue dragon roared, its cold vertical pupils locking onto the battlefield as it slightly opened its maw.
Whoosh… inhale…
A stream of frigid air descended, instantly transforming into a devastating icy deluge.
Like a glacier sweeping through, with just one breath, the grasslands became a frozen wasteland. Numerous Lion Knights turned rigid, crystallizing into glittering ice statues.
“It’s a blue dragon!”
“The Conqueror has summoned the blue dragon!”
“Ancestor’s Blessing!”
The nobles of the Blue Blood lineage cheered wildly. Under the dragon’s gaze, they felt their blood boiling, their every movement radiating immense power. Some knights even unconsciously coated their blades with frost or felt their body temperatures drop, signs of their awakened Blue Blood heritage manifesting partially.
“How is this possible?”
Arthur no longer cared about the battlefield.
He gazed at the sky-obscuring blue dragon, his summoned guardian spirit appearing as insignificant as a sesame seed beside it.
“Why… is there such a vast difference between the Lionheart King and the Conqueror?”
Arthur roared in frustration.
“You’ve become too enamored with the Lionheart King’s legends, yet you fail to realize that descendants can surpass their ancestors!”
Wu Ming stepped forward, his aura surging. With a wave of his hand, a massive ice storm descended: “Today, you have undoubtedly been defeated!”
Crack!
Above, the blue dragon opened its maw wide and swallowed the golden hero spirit whole, as easily as devouring a tiny insect.
Below, the ground trembled as the ice storm raged, carrying endless hail and ice arrows that shattered the golden egg-like barrier and struck Arthur directly.
His arms shattered, he could no longer endure the pain, screamed, and finally lost consciousness, his face covered in a layer of blue frost.
Clang!
The Holy Sword from the Stone fell to the ground, half-buried in the grass, its previous radiance fading, revealing its plain and unassuming form.
“Arthur has been defeated! Will you not surrender yet?”
Wu Ming roared toward the sky, his voice echoing across the entire battlefield. Under successive blows, the red army finally collapsed entirely…
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