Will We Win? We Will!
On a forest path, a tall knight in armor was chatting casually with his warhorse.
Even knowing that the horse couldn't speak, the knight kept babbling on and on. Perhaps it was precisely because the horse couldn't speak that the knight treated it as an emotional dumping ground, letting it vent its frustrations.
"That crazy woman Eldar is really terrifying, she's a vicious woman. I'm a handsome young man known for miles around."
If I hadn't met the wrong person, How Could I have been kidnapped and handed over to Eldar by those bastards? That wretched Ol' Peson, all it took was stealing a few sheep from him, and after 1000 years, he's still holding onto that little thing!
What followed was some language I couldn't understand.
Can you call something about Perpetual stealing? That's called borrowing! You have 800 sheep, so what if I eat 799 of yours? It's not like I'm not going to pay them back. In fact, I made you Warmaster later on.
For an ancient shepherd, Ol' Peson was certainly qualified; after all, 800 sheep was no small number, and would have been a considerable asset in any era.
Even on the grasslands of Chagoris, some of the poorer tribes only have around 1,000 cattle and sheep.
The tall horse with red lightning bolt patterns on its head remained silent. Although it was just a horse, it exuded an indescribable air of idleness. Besides, it was just a horse; how could it possibly speak?
Since we're already here, let's make the best of it. Instead of worrying about all that, the tender leaves by the roadside are much more appealing.
The one riding a white horse isn't necessarily a prince; he could also be the sun!
The warhorse named Lightning galloped about, while the tender leaves by the roadside suffered. No one would suspect a horse, and this was a precious moment of solitude for him and his father.
[I am the true First Returned Son, haha (. V6.)]
Everyone, human or ghost, is acting, but the knight continues to grumble:
"Eldar tastes really good!"
Lightning, don't worry, Master, I won't fight you for the mare. These are all rumors, made up by that jealous woman Eldar. Eldar alone is enough to give me trouble.
The more beautiful a person is, the more likely they are to lie. If Eldar has any children in the future, they will definitely be a liar!
Fortunately, I was one step ahead and created a clone to deal with Eldar, that insatiable crazy woman; otherwise, I would have been utterly pathetic.
However, on the other hand, it seems that in the future, many people will become animal lovers with a strong affinity for animals. This is no ordinary filth; it must Strike Hard!
The tall knight, originally named Neos but now called George, waved his arms and began his passionate speech, even though he was only accompanied by a warhorse:
"Once, I was just a carefree child, like you, Lightning, doing nothing but eating and sleeping! It's just a pity my mother left early."
But my father loves me, and I love my father!
I never imagined that even after turning into a horse, I could still hear this long-winded speech. Damn Horus, you're still chasing me!
But Lightning was just a horse after all, and he couldn't refuse. He could only silently accept it and listen to his father's mysterious past.
"However, my equally beloved uncle murdered my father. I was terrified when I witnessed it, but I soon had nothing to fear. My uncle suddenly died of a heart attack."
Lightning, do you know? That was the first time I discovered my uniqueness. That event made me realize that humanity needs order, and good order needs good leaders, which is me, to create.
So for the sake of humanity's future, and so that we can have a hot meal, run, lightning, we must go and destroy that evil dragon!
After all, that's 30 gold coins! If we defeat the dragon, our family will have money.
Having spent 20 years' salary, wielding a lance and armor crafted by Rome's finest artisans, and riding a warhorse he had found in the wild, the Emperor believed himself to Invincible Under Heaven, having beaten his way into submission with every punch.
Beyond the mountain peak, the evil dragon, passed down through generations by the mountain people, appeared before them. Its magnificent body, formed of solidified silver-white metal, shattered the sky with a single breath, flashing with Emerald Lightning.
A worthy opponent, a worthy adversary—the moment the knight saw the dragon, the being known as the Void Dragon also saw this overconfident challenger.
This greatly excited the Void Dragon Lord, who had escaped by feigning death using Old Ones artifact and arrived in this foolish world.
As Cosmic Star God, the Void Dragon shares the same wicked nature as its brethren, but unlike the Nightbringer only know how to eat and kill, the Void Dragon prefers the strange feeling of being worshipped.
Although this world is safe, the Old Ones enemies have disappeared, and the traitors have also fallen into slumber, leaving only a group of dead survivors barely clinging to life. In addition, the humans are quite respectful, but the Void Dragon still feels that something is missing.
Now he finally understood that all he needed was a small insect to use as a warning to others and to demonstrate his immense power.
Driven by a twisted sense of humor Void Dragon transformed into a windmill, intending to tease this overconfident fool with a raging storm.
"Oh! Instead of running away, you're charging at me?"
However, this action ignited the Emperor's fury, and he spurred his warhorse into an unstoppable Knight Charge.
"My lance cost 20 years' salary, and my warhorse is the best horse in all of Rome, Xenos named Void Dragon. Don't insult my astonishing power with your nonsense!"
I want to fight you for 300 rounds! 300 rounds!
Come on, you piece of trash!
Will we win?
We will win! We won't need three hundred rounds, just three rounds, to force that Void Dragon to his knees and imprison him as Kiya!
Unstoppable and irreversible, the physical man hidden in the Dimensional Space shattered his Dao heart for the first time, emitting a sharp explosion.
A shooting star streaked across the sky. The white-horse knight raised his lance high, even though the lance was already broken and the warhorse was gradually exhausted. Golden spiritual light gathered around him, urging his warhorse, named Lightning, to gallop once more.
"Run, Lightning! Let this Xenos witness our exhilarating combined attack!"
A golden bridge spans the sky, and a steed named Lightning gallops through the void. At this moment, nothing else matters.
Chagoris's eagle spreads its wings and takes flight, just like the child who, upon opening his eyes, learns to run on the grassland.
This was Don Quixote- esque charge. The Void Dragon's windmill was no match for the Emperor's courage. It was pierced by the spear and propelled toward the Mars.
Countless humans gazed up at the starry sky and saw shooting stars streaking across the heavens, including the two dog heads perched on the windowsill.
"The earth trembles, fireflies soar high; one mountain rises higher than another. Second Brother, I smell Father's scent!"
"Get lost! You think I won't have that Makara next to me stomp on your dog nose right now with her muddy, sauerkraut-covered big foot, number 38, and send you flying?"
"May I?"
Hearing its name called, Makara came over and squeezed between the two dog heads, its dark pupils reflecting a longing for gold.
"I can take his place!"