"Watch out for that sniper, he has a high-quality weapon!" The captain of the Judgment Knight squad warned his men while maintaining the advance of the Rune Fortress.
Whoosh whoosh!!
Bullets rained down, some with exceptional penetrating power, others capable of creating terrifying explosions. Each type possessed unique characteristics and formidable offensive capabilities. Despite the high defensive strength of the rune fortress formed by the combined forces of the Judgment Knights, a breach was still breached.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lancelot threw out a metal card, and the Flame Tyrant appeared.
The magnetic levitation system was activated, and the vehicle floated in mid-air. After the intelligent system locked onto the optimal firing position, the six-tube flamethrower machine gun on the roof, which had already been preheated, opened fire.
Da da da da!!
The rapid, pulsating sound waves merged into one, and a 'river of flames' shot out from the spinning gun muzzle, like a raging Nulong with its claws outstretched, stretching across the dark sky, tearing everything apart, evaporating everything, and striking the Judgment Knights squad.
The result speaks for itself.
A dazzling burst of sparks erupted, and the once invincible Judgment Knight squad was reduced to ashes and vanished from the battlefield.
The appearance of the Flame Tyrant instantly stunned the surrounding Transcendent. Its terrifying firepower and explosive power were captivating, and morale soared throughout the Dragon Tree small battle zone.
"Well done, Dragon Tree! Keep attacking! After the battle, I will ask my master for a divine crystal as a reward!" Nadak's excited and surprised voice came through the headset. Although he had guessed that this Dragon Tree was not simple, he still did not expect that it could give him such a surprise so quickly. He even wondered if this Dragon Tree was a support secretly sent by some empire, since its equipment was too sophisticated.
Lancelot did not respond to Nadak's words, but continued firing at a fixed point.
His tactic was simple: Shadow Lady tore open the gap, and Flame Tyrant finished off the remaining enemy—quick and effective!
In just ten minutes, the Judgment Knight squad that had invaded the Dragon Tree small war zone was completely wiped out. Although their own Transcendent suffered considerable losses, none of the High-Rank Transcendent Lifeform died under Lancelot's deliberate care.
" Those at the Mid-Rank Transcendent or above, and those who are seriously wounded, come to me for treatment. Those who are unable to walk, others, please help them. On the battlefield, we are all comrades. Helping others is helping ourselves," Lancelot said through the communication system.
Soon, wounded soldiers were brought in one after another.
There were more than thirty people, two of whom were High-Rank Transcendent.
These people were either missing limbs or had open wounds in their chests that went straight to their internal organs; the stench of blood was overwhelming and disturbing.
On the battlefield of fierce fighting, being seriously injured greatly increases the probability of death. Therefore, more than thirty Transcendent individuals looked at Lancelot with pleading in their eyes.
After scanning the area and roughly determining the extent of their injuries, Lancelot raised his hand. In his palm, emerald green runes resembling tree roots appeared, and then streaks of green life force emerged like small snakes, connecting to all the wounded.
Most people present noticed that these lifelines were of different thicknesses, with the two thickest ones connecting to two High-Rank Transcendent Lifeform.
After completing the Life Link, Lancelot activated the Power of Life within his body. Streams of extremely pure healing energy flowed along the lifeline into the bodies of these severely injured Transcendent.
A miraculous scene unfolded: as Power of Life surged in, the gruesome wounds began to heal, and the shattered internal organs were reshaped. Except for missing limbs that could not be regrown, most other injuries were rapidly healed.
In fact, if Lancelot were to put in his full effort, the severed limbs could be reconstructed, but that would be too costly, and even if healed, it wouldn't provide much additional combat power, making the investment and reward disproportionate.
It would be better to simply restore them to a state where they can basically fight, and the cost to ourselves would be acceptable. This would be the most cost-effective solution.
The treatment was completed quickly, and all the Transcendent left with profuse thanks. After they returned to their original battle positions, everyone was amazed by Lancelot's healing abilities, and his prestige and importance soared once again.
At the top of the tower, Lancelot sat reclining, taking an energy-restoring potion. After finishing the potion, he took out a large amount of high-energy food and ate it, using the Star Swallowing Technique to quickly absorb nutrients and restore his condition.
"Speaking of which, healing other beings is indeed very effective for cultivating Power of Life." After eating and drinking his fill, Lancelot raised his palm, his fingertips glowing with a faint emerald light representing life. He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the Power of Life flowing like a gentle stream within his body. He could clearly feel that after completing the treatment, or more accurately, after receiving the goodwill and gratitude of the person he treated, the activity of his Power of Life had increased to a certain extent, becoming more responsive and integrated with his body.
"The feeling of being moved by life? It's quite a nice feeling!" With his eyes closed contentedly, feeling the comfortable sensation surging through his body from the inside out, Lancelot gained a deeper understanding of the word "life."
The brief respite was quickly over, and the subsequent attack from the Judgment Knights arrived swiftly.
Seemingly aware of the difficulty of Lancelot's location, the attacking squad of Judgment Knights was larger this time. Moreover, they were also carrying weapons of war—a terrifying alchemical cannon that could also hover in mid-air to deliver firepower. A single shot could create a crater nearly a hundred meters in diameter.
With this thing joining the battle, Lancelot's situation became increasingly precarious, but ultimately, through everyone's combined efforts, they managed to repel the enemy.
Inside the tower, after completing his second treatment, Lancelot replenished his strength and energy as usual. Hadio approached, looking somewhat dejected; a friend he had just made had fallen.
He was a straightforward and bold Tier Eight berserker. The two fought side by side, but unfortunately, the former was surrounded by a squad of Judgment Knights and was torn to shreds after only a dozen seconds, without even a chance to be healed.
"That's how war is; you'll get used to it," Lancelot said, offering a word of comfort.
Hadio shook his head with a wry smile, chatted with Lancelot for a few words, and then returned to his post.
The third wave of the Judgment Knights' attack arrived as expected, amidst the thunder of their iron hooves.
Accompanying this was the arrival of Legendary- level Judgment Knights.
Click!!
The sky seemed to crack open, the dark clouds parted in the middle, and sunlight shone down through the gap, while torrential rain poured down on both sides, as if the sea and sky had been split apart by the light.
Boom!!
A massive golden sword, three hundred meters long, appeared out of nowhere, its sharp blade coiled with a roaring Gold Dragon, before crashing down with a deafening roar.
This posture clearly indicated an intention to completely tear apart the last vestiges of the city's defenses.
The enemy's intentions must be thwarted, so our own legendary Legendary has also made his move.
Amidst the roar of the fiery behemoth, a beast resembling a deer galloped across the air, heading straight for the golden giant sword.
The Legendary battle has begun!
With the Legendary tier joining the war, the intensity of the conflict reached a new level.
The Judgment Knights are investing more and more resources.
Until the last reserves were used and a general offensive was launched.
"The time has come. The Judgment Knights have been firmly captured. These heretics who have betrayed our god, death is their best end!!"
Inside the attic, Bishop Bolai gripped the armrests tightly with both hands. Although he tried to remain calm, his trembling body revealed his inner excitement.
As a devout follower of the God of Dawn, Bishop Bolai harbors deep resentment towards the current Holy See, especially after learning that the current Pope has actually initiated God Replacement Plan; his hatred for these heretics has reached its peak.
With the support of the major empires, we are determined to strike the Holy See with a thunderous blow and use the blood of heretics to wash away the blasphemy suffered by our God.
"Gentlemen, it's time to make a move..."
As the words fell, the graceful forest elf Legendary silently stood up, her slender figure transforming into fluttering petals, and she vanished without a trace.
The Orc Legendary was much more straightforward and simple, or to be precise, he didn't have many fancy tricks. After all, he was just a brute. After laughing wildly, he leaped into the air, ignoring the twitching lips of Bishop Bolai behind him, and directly tore a huge gap in the canopy. Like a rocket launch, he swept arrogantly towards the battlefield not far away amidst a violent sonic boom.
"You little brats of the Dawn Empire, please me with your blood!!"
The orcs' triumphant laughter echoed across the battlefield, followed by two hundred-meter-long beast claws that, like meteors falling from the sky, slammed down on the Judgment Knights who had become scattered due to the battle.
If this Judgment Knights were to stand in formation, the defensive power generated by the resonance of the spells inscribed on their armor would be more than enough to withstand Legendary- level attacks. However, once they were to disperse, facing the attack of orc warriors who had reached the level of Legendary Tier Three, their demise seemed to be a foreseeable outcome.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the Forest Elf Legendary was brewing a twelfth-ring spell, Sorrow of the Forest. A colossal tree that blotted out the sky burst from the ground, its countless branches lashing out in all directions, and leaves transforming into sharp green blades that rained down on every corner of the Desolation City.
Clearly, both Legendary targeted the lower-ranking warriors of the Judgment Knights, rather than engaging in battles at the Legendary level. This is the normal practice in war: to use the strong to attack the weak and to eliminate the enemy's manpower by any means necessary.
In the distance, in the attic, Bishop Bolai clenched his fist, his eyes filled with anticipation.
On the battlefield below, everyone was overjoyed to see that their side had suddenly gained two more Legendary, believing that the outcome was already decided.
In the blink of an eye, four dazzling auras, as bright as stars, suddenly rose up. If viewed from above, these four auras clearly occupied four key points of the city. Through these points, the auras of the Judgment Knights instantly changed from scattered to orderly.
It's as if tangled lines have been straightened and woven into a grid large enough to devour everything, covering down from above, ready to wipe out all the prey in the city.
Green leaves rained down, only to be blocked by a black-gold energy shield that appeared out of nowhere. The orc's giant claws ripped through the sky, but suddenly found themselves trapped in a net from which they could not escape.
The battlefield situation changed abruptly.
Bishop Bolai's joyful expression suddenly froze, first turning red, then deathly pale.
He wasn't stupid; he knew they'd been outmaneuvered.
But how did the other side know our plans?
Is there a traitor?
Or perhaps, the spy has been exposed?
In an instant, numerous speculations and various uncontrollable thoughts flooded Bishop Bolai's mind.
He knew these jumbled thoughts were the chaotic ideas of a person in dire straits; the most urgent task now was to find a way to regroup and reorganize the battle, or perhaps...
"Please evacuate, sir!"
Nadak, the loyal old butler, helped him express his deepest thoughts.
Bishop Bolai wanted to make a token refusal, but in the end he sighed sadly, turned around and walked away.
Nadak followed closely behind, instructing his guards to pack up while arranging an escape route. Judging from his practiced manner, this was clearly not the first or second time he had encountered such a situation.
That makes sense, though. The Sebawen Faith has been hiding and running away all these years. I can't say about anything else, but their ability to escape is absolutely top-notch. Otherwise, how could they have survived the Holy See's relentless assassinations, pursuits, and killings?
"Tsk, you run pretty fast!"
In the distance, Lancelot saw the actions of Bishop Bolai and his entourage through the Molecular Aggregation Insect, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
He now understands that this damned Sebawen Faith, if it weren't for a saint standing behind it and receiving divine protection, would have been wiped out by the Holy See long ago.
Compared to that pope's methods, Sebawen Faith is simply unbearable to look at.
"Since the main culprits have all made their escape, it's time for me to leave too!"
Lancelot pondered to himself.
Just then, Nadak's voice came through the earpiece again, earnestly encouraging him to defend well. He said that the current situation was not a defeat in war, but a result of their own calculations, and that there were other tricks up their sleeves.
If Lancelot hadn't witnessed their swift escape with his own eyes, he would have been completely fooled by their confident tone.
"No wonder he's a leader; he's got a knack for persuading people."
With a slight shrug, Lancelot casually brushed it off while ordering the molecular energy-gathering insects to follow. The Immortal- quality insect king's control range over the swarm increased dramatically, allowing Lancelot to make arrangements with ease.
Attention shifted back to the battlefield. With the Judgment Knights revealing their fangs, the pressure on their side increased dramatically. Not to mention the rapidly dwindling number of troops below, even the Legendary level was in dire straits.
"It's time to go!"
Lancelot a decision: he sent a private message to Hadio via communicator to retreat, leaving the Flame Tyrant to provide support in the air while he himself silently disappeared using the Molecular Aggregation Insect.
On the other side, after Hadio finally managed to kill a Judgment Knight, his expression changed. He took out a scroll, and although a look of pain appeared on his face, he still used it without hesitation. As the runes swirled, the earth suddenly cracked open and swallowed him up.
A dozen seconds later, the Flame Tyrant also disappeared silently. Soon, the remaining people in the Dragon Tree small war zone realized something was wrong, but it was too late. The Judgment Knights surrounded them, and the situation was irreversible.
Long afterward, the war ended with the Desolation City reduced to ruins. Strangely, none of the five Legendary died.
The same was true for the Judgment Knights; the Legendary were all intact, while only Transcendent below the Legendary level perished.