The pillars of light reflected each other in the rain. From afar, it seemed that the rain that passed through them had turned into pure gold.
Everyone raised their heads. A crack appeared in the dark clouds where not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate. Pure white light descended from behind the clouds like a pair of wings, gently protecting the crowns of the people.
Beams of light pierced through the clouds and fell over the harbor.
Leider Duluo stood in front of the window. The old soldier seemed to be pouring all his strength into this standing posture, standing straight.
Only his hands were clenched into fists.
The ancient king walked on top of the clouds, watching silently, but the descendants could only be speechless. Did the nobles of Erouine still remember the oath engraved on the long sword?
They could not answer.
"Sir Knight." Marquis Balta was restless. He also felt the agitation in his heart, but he was more afraid that the old Knight would suddenly change his mind. Although he was already the commander of the White Lion Legion, when it came to who had more prestige in the army and who could rally the troops, it was definitely this old lion of the Empire.
The old man slowly turned around, his expression resolute. There was only a glimmer of light in the depths of his gray eyes, as if he was nurturing determination. He looked up and said slowly, "Balta, the White Lion Legion has lost the flag in our hearts for a long time, but because of this, we cannot lose the glory of being a soldier —"
"Today, if the late king asks us for that answer, but we have already deviated from that glorious path. We can only answer Your Majesty with the last dignity of the kingdom's army. The White Lion Legion will not rest until death."
The White Lion Legion will not rest until death.
Marquis Balta froze. He looked at the tall figure of the old Knight. Outside the window, on the horizon, lightning fell in the storm. However, there was a time when he was young and frivolous. He had perseverance and ideals, but the struggle for power and court had long worn away all of these. Even he himself did not know what he had lost for all of this.
At this moment, he suddenly saw the young man with a spear in his hand, the flag raised high, galloping on the high ground. The spear shone, the horn sounded melodious. He had been so close to his ideals.
That was the history of Erouine.
The marquis felt his eyes moisten. He bowed deeply to his teacher with red eyes. Today, he finally understood that he had finally learned the last lesson of the Knight.
Persist.
"The Cruz people were once glorious," a voice said quietly. "But we learned to compromise. Ideals and reality are not always harmonious. A free and firm heart is certainly desirable, but a person who has achieved self-sacrifice is also worthy of respect. "
The owner of the voice lowered his head and bowed slightly to Leider Dulo.
The old man shook his head with red eyes and sobbed, "Old friend Wood, Erouine is bleeding."
"I understand, I understand." The former Archbishop of Ampere Seale was in the room. At this moment, he could not help but close his eyes slightly, his expression somewhat moved. He sighed heavily. "Aike built a kingdom full of heroes. I'm sorry …"
It was at this moment that a servant in a priest's robe suddenly pushed open the door and shouted in a panic, "Lord Archbishop, they are resonating too much. We can't control it anymore."
Wood did not seem to hear him. He just looked at Ampere Seale outside the window with emotion. He knew this kingdom and these people. Even at the last moment, there were still people fighting for it.
But whether right or wrong, at least they had courage. Compared to those cowards who hid in the dark and shivered, at least there were people who were fighting against fate.
However, one day, Cruz would also be at sunset, and the glory of the empire would no longer be there. What would happen then?
"Lord Archbishop?"
"Do your best. They, no … he'll always notice," Wood replied without looking back. He thought of the young man he saw that day and shook his head. "But whether it's right or wrong, there are some things we have to do."
"As for the result …"
"Let's leave it to history —"
…
The light that fell between the clouds was like a big hand, and the huge pressure pinned everyone to the ground.
It was the curtain call!
Holding a long sword in his hand, Cullen stood in the torrential rain. He just wanted to cry to his heart's content. Perhaps he had already cried, but his tears merged with the rain. He saw with his own eyes that the golden light seemed to split the rain and fell on the army opposite. At that moment, he knew that no matter the result, this would be the last performance of the kingdom's White Lion Legion.
That person, he had personally handed the war flag to this legion, personally placed the laurel on their heads, and personally gave them glory. But today, he was standing opposite them and asking them to bow their heads and surrender.
Never!
Cullen raised his head, stubbornly like a child. His gaze seemed to penetrate the heavy dark clouds and see the final moment.
"But the child will eventually grow up, Jun Father …"
"Perhaps this is our answer."
He gritted his teeth, tears already gushing out. "My fellow comrades of the White Lion Legion, my brothers! The claws and teeth of the White Lion Legion once shone on the highlands, and we once defended the kingdom's territory, "the young commander's voice roared in the wind and rain." But no matter when! No matter where! We must remember the motto of the White Lion Legion! "
"The White Lion Legion will not rest until death do us part!"
"The White Lion Legion will not rest until death do us part!" Many soldiers cried. They suddenly realized what they were facing. What they had once yearned for, what they had persevered for, was now on the other side. They seemed to be fighting a losing battle, but the soldiers still struggled to pick up their swords.
This was a choice.
Because that was where their honor lay.
It was the courage of the White Lion Legion.
Those who fight with me today will be my brothers in the future, until the end of the world. Cullen raised his sword with great difficulty, almost trembling as he roared, "Charge!"
In the light, a majestic pressure pressed down on everyone, making them unable to move.
But the kingdom's White Lion Legion was moving forward, as if they were crawling, bit by bit. Everyone's faces were filled with determination and courage as they charged towards Brando's White Lion Legion.
They were as slow as a snail, but they were unstoppable.
When Carglise raised his head, he saw the scene unfolding before him. They had experienced the Calamity of Wolves, the trials in the Black Forest, the teachings of Brando, the most systematic Elven swordsmanship, the most ancient White Lion Battle Tactics, and the finest White Lion Armor.
They were proud because they were born with it. They thought that they represented the most glorious history of the kingdom, and that they were invincible.
But today, they finally understood what it meant to be the soul of an army.
Everyone was watching this scene, watching as Cullen and his soldiers launched the slowest charge in history. However, what awaited them wasn't mockery, but the most serious expressions of their enemies.
"Your Majesty," Carglise raised his hands and shouted, "Let us have a fair duel."
"There is no right or wrong."
"Let us respect each other!"
The light dissipated in an instant. Carglise and his men's White Lion Armor was covered in a layer of golden light. The golden light was slowly receding, forming golden runes that were engraved on the armor. If Brando were here, he would have recognized the White Lion Armor that had been modified by King Erik.
It was the White Lion Armor that existed in history.
This was the recognition of the White Lion Legion. It was only at this moment that Carglise understood that they had gained the recognition of the White Lion Legion.
He raised his sword as well. There was no need for him to give an order. In fact, the moment the light and the pressure disappeared, the two armies that had transcended history and the present clashed with each other.
This was the most direct confrontation between the past and the present, the most direct confrontation between the two armies.
The soldiers of the White Lion Legion slashed their swords at Carglise and his men's White Lion Armor, but they were unable to penetrate the magical barrier. The golden light around the White Lion Armor flickered slightly, and the soldiers' swords were deflected away.
The White Lion Armor was designed by Brando based on Maximilian's armor. The thickness of the armor was no more than three millimeters, but its defensive value was as high as six. It was almost equivalent to a double-layered hinged plate armor that was more than five millimeters thick. This kind of plate armor had never existed on Earth. Even in Wohnde, a swordsman at the pinnacle of Iron rank would have his mobility greatly restricted when wearing it.
In fact, there were very few infantry troops that were below Tier 4 who would wear such heavy armor in battle. That was usually the choice of cavalry.
The White Lion Armor didn't just provide the armor's own protection. Because it was a magical armor, the wind-elemental defensive spell that surrounded it also provided an additional 5 points of magical defense. Even for the kingdom's White Lion Legion, whose average strength was at the pinnacle of Black Iron, it would be difficult for them to break through 5 points of magical defense.
However, since the decline of the Royal Family, the situation of the White Lion Legion was not as good as it used to be. In the past, the White Lion Legion did have a glorious period when everyone was given magical armor and enchanted swords. However, even now, only a small number of elite troops in the legion were given magical armor.
As for enchanted weapons, they were out of the question. Due to the size and material of the weapon, it was harder to enchant it than armor. Therefore, it was more valuable. Erouine, including the Royal Family's Knight Regiment, did not have any army that could afford enchanted weapons.
Not to mention, the White Lion Legion's 4th Regiment was not considered an elite unit in the legion. There were more than two hundred people in the legion, and only a few of them had magical swords. Most of them were personal items.
In fact, when Cullen swung his sword at Carglise's neck, he could not help but feel bitter. The sword in his hand was a family heirloom. Although it was only a glimmering magical sword, it was at least on the level of an enchanted weapon. However, when he swung his sword, he only managed to make a deep cut on Carglise's armor.
Of course, Cullen did not know that Carglise's White Lion Legion's armor was specially reinforced. He thought that everyone in the legion had the same armor, and his heart sank. He was a Silver-ranked swordsman, and yet he could not even break through Carglise's armor. If even he could not do it, the others would not be able to do it.
Cullen was startled, and so was Carglise.
He did not know how powerful the White Lion Legion's veterans were. Carglise's strength had reached the mid-Silver-rank after his experience in the Black Forest, and his White Raven Sword Style was far superior to Carglise's. However, Carglise's simple military sword style almost caught him off guard.
It was just that the sword was too fast. It was as if the other party had guessed his intentions. He blocked the direction of his sword and slashed at his neck. If not for the White Lion Legion's armor being stronger than expected, Carglise's head would have been separated from his body.
At this moment, Carglise felt the pain that Buga, the White Knight, and Eibron felt when they fought against Brando.
Carglise could not help but break out in cold sweat.
He was not the only one who was breaking out in cold sweat. The other youths from Tónigel were also getting more and more frightened. Although they still had the upper hand, the White Lion Legion had been losing soldiers since the beginning of the battle, while Carglise's side did not even suffer a single light injury.
However, it was clear that this was not due to them. In fact, the White Lion Legion's battle armor was simply too overpowered. In fact, they were constantly being suppressed by the White Lion Legion's veterans. They almost couldn't even retaliate. However, the White Lion Legion's veterans would often slash them more than ten times, and the White Lion Legion's armor would not be damaged at all. However, the White Lion Legion's veterans would often use the Sword of the Lion to counterattack, and the White Lion Legion's soldiers would often be severely injured or killed.
The veterans of the White Lion Legion did not have any fancy battle techniques. They relied on the limited acceleration provided by the defective 'White Lion Armor' to seize the opportunity to attack. Every single time, Carglise and his men would be caught off guard.
However, the more Carglise fought, the more surprised he became. On the other hand, Carglise was having a hard time.
No matter how much of an advantage they had, they would never be able to win.
Moreover, Carglise's men were not a bunch of weaklings. Carglise's men were like rookies on the battlefield. All they lacked was experience.
However, they were becoming more and more mature. Their counterattacks and defenses were becoming more and more stable. In comparison, Carglise's men had become their teachers, teaching them how to kill themselves.
Carglise could not help but close his eyes in pain.
Carglise could not take it anymore. He was not a fool. If this continued, they would not be able to learn anything. He was afraid that the morale of Carglise's White Lion Legion would be depleted. Although arrogance was a path to death, an army could not be without its own pride.
He could not help but look at the White Lion Legion's veterans with admiration.
At the same time, he gave the order, "White Lion Legion, abandon your defenses and attack with all your might!" He almost roared out these words. It was somewhat laughable. Their clumsy defense was completely useless in front of the other party. Instead, it was better to simply leave the defense to the White Lion Battle Armor and go all out to crush the other party.
Although the order sounded ridiculous, it was the best idea that Carglise could think of.
It was also the most effective.
The young men from Tónigel no longer panicked when they gave up their defenses. It was as if they had returned to the Dark Forest. Their opponents were still those terrifying monsters. They did not need to be confused anymore. All they needed to do was to muster up all their courage and charge forward like that day.
That was enough.
Carglise and his White Lion Legion roared in unison. They raised the Sword of the Lion in their hands and charged forward. At that moment, their training in the Dark Forest began to show its effects. They swung their swords at the enemies in front of them.
At that moment.
Carglise knew that the imminent defeat had arrived.
The sword was dazzling.
The White Raven Sword Technique's dense air blades converged together like waves in the rain, bringing with it a hazy white mist. It made one realize why it was named the White Raven.
It was a flock of grey-white birds flapping their wings in the air.
They flew through the crowd.
Blood fell like rain.
Carglise was on the verge of tears. He did not understand why he was here. Shouldn't their enemies be Cruz's men? Instead, he brought his men here, causing them to lose their lives and all their glory.
But at the last moment, the White Lion Legion's fourth column burst forth with the greatest courage. They no longer retreated or defended themselves. Instead, they clashed with Carglise's men. It was no longer a battle. The soldiers of the White Lion Legion were only seeking death.
Even Carglise could not bear to watch.
"Enough!"
"Stop it!" He stood in the heavy rain and roared like a lion, "Everyone, stop!"
In fact, there was no need for his orders. The youths from Trentheim had already stopped one after another. Then, the soldiers of the White Lion Legion also stopped. Many of them were completely covered in blood, but they were still panting and staring at their enemies, holding their weapons tightly in their hands.
The streets were dyed red with blood.
Both sides stood in the middle of the street. There was a moment of silence.
"I don't know who you are," Carglise panted in the rain. His voice echoed in the rain. "Commander, I hope you will give us a way out. This massacre should not continue."
"The White Lion Legion will not retreat, even if it means dying to the last man." Carglise looked at the heavily armoured commander of the White Lion Legion. He was also panting heavily, disheartened, but still determined.
Carglise took a deep breath.
"This is not retreating." He closed his eyes. "Do you think the White Lion Legion will continue to fight against Erouine's men? Is this where your glory lies? Why are you here? Answer me! Is it only for power and profit? "
"No, this is not what the White Lion Legion is after!"
"Is this what you yearn for?"
"When you joined the glorious name of the White Lion Legion and swore to that flag, is this what you yearned for?"
"Open your eyes and take a good look!" Carglise roared. He clenched his fists. "Look at your flag, it is stained red with blood! Look at this port, it is soaked with blood! "
"But it is the blood of Erouine's men …"
"Listen, this is the sound of burning fire, this is the sound of the Kingdom dying. Can't you hear it?"
"This is what you swore to protect? This vast territory, this is what you swore to protect with your life. This is the homeland protected by the ancient glory. "
He stared at them, enunciating each word clearly.
"We are killing our Kingdom."
"So, please step aside … Okay?"
With a clang, Carglise's sword fell to the ground. He saw the blood-stained flag that Carglise was pointing at. The white lion was stained with the blood of Erouine's men.
Is this what they are after?
In the rain, the Knight of the White Lion Legion knelt on the ground and cried.
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