Chapter 161: Chapter 88: The Knight’s Submission
“Aaargh——”
With a heartrending wail, the lion was completely consud by the flas.
The lion spirit body was not only a weapon for offense and defense but also the embodint of the Lionheart Knights’ willpower.
At the mont the spirit body was destroyed, the Lionheart Knights suffered imnse ntal anguish, their heads splitting with pain. So even trembled while holding their shields.
Cassius had not even used his Extrely Effective Spew yet; he had simply intensified the elental reaction of his Breath using his formidable fire elent control. This Fla Breath cost him virtually nothing.
“Boom——”
The Breath started as a conical spread, then gradually condensed into a pillar of fire.
The flas were first dark red, then orange, then yellow, and finally a blinding white.
The silver shields turned red, transmitting terrifying heat, even the handles behind the shields grew unbearably hot.
“Damn it!”
A Lionheart Knight couldn’t hold on any longer, dropping his shield.
He was imdiately turned to charcoal by the surrounding flas.
Under the baptism of the white-hot fire pillar, the giant shield composed of dozens of silver shields was shattered beyond repair, its surface lting into liquid silver, flowing like a stream!
“Ah!”
“I’m going to be burned alive!”
“Damn it, it’s lting!”
“Fire! Fire everywhere!”
Wretched cries echoed through the ranks of the Lionheart Knights.
So were burned alive by the searing flas, so choked to death by the thick smoke, and so were engulfed by the flowing silver, cast into struggling silver statues.
Frederick barely maintained the Guardian Aura around him, struggling to fend off the frenzied fire elents.
“Worthy of the infamous ‘Infernal Calamity,’ truly a hellish sight…”
He looked up at the blinding white flas descending from the sky like divine retribution, watching his comrades die in agony, their faces contorted in horror, hearing their anguished cries…
The face of this “Black Lion Knight” exhibited an inexplicable calm, perhaps the last serenity before death.
“How can we win against such a monster… even soone like Tarik is dead.”
“If it were Tarik, what would he do…”
Frederick bowed his head, as if lost in thought.
He realized suddenly that he had never been that kind of person.
Loyalty, courage, justice—they had never aligned with his gloomy and indifferent nature.
Yes, he was not the fad “White Lion Knight,” not the one who single-handedly defeated hundreds of enemy heroes, even though he had beco one of the Lionheart Knights’ commanders, he could never follow in that deceased knight’s footsteps. He was rely a poor imitation of Tarik.
“Why, I’m not dead yet…”
The Red Dragon in the sky looked down at the ravaged land, montarily ceasing its furious flas.
“Those who last long under dragonfla, I admire you.”
His powerful voice echoed over the land.
“Submit to , serve the Ashen Kingdom, and I will grant you great power and long life!”
“Otherwise, only complete death awaits you!”
The remaining Lionheart Knights on the ground raised their heads, glaring at the Red Dragon in the sky.
As the most elite of the Boske Duchy, they were mostly nobles who had received the best knightly education from a young age and had sworn sacred oaths of loyalty. They represented not just themselves but the honor of their entire families.
To beco retainers of an evil dragon was, to them, not only the erasure of individual identity but also an eternal disgrace to their families.
“You delude yourself, evil dragon!”
Adjudant Jaden, eyes bloodshot, stood with his sword pointed at the Red Dragon in the sky, firing a Guiding Light Arrow.
He knew this attack was futile, but it was his last act of defiance as a knight, representing the courage to charge against an invincible enemy.
Indeed, the light vanished before it even ca close.
And a fireball followed, reducing Jaden to charcoal.
“Impressive courage, but your strength does not match it,”
Cassius said coldly.
Seeing Jaden’s death, the knights did not feel fear, but rather beca even more enraged.
“Evil dragon, your tyranny will end!”
“My death is not the end, rebels will never be scarce!”
“For the Boske Duchy! For Duke Leo!”
As the most loyal and powerful knights of the Boske House, they deed being killed by a formidable foe as a badge of honor. Even in this fatal deadlock, they chose to beco heroic martyrs, like Don Quixotes charging windmills, attacking the Red Dragon in the sky.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Fireballs shot from the Red Dragon’s maw, landing precisely on those knights.
The sound of burning bodies echoed, sparse flas flickered on the wasteland, wails continued, and the Lionheart Knights perished one by one.
Soon, only the last Lionheart Knight remained—”Black Lion Knight” Frederick.
Unlike those noble knights who embodied the honor of their families, Frederick, who grew up in a monastery, had no kin. The only one he considered a brother was Tarik.
Just monts ago, Frederick had also tried to launch a fearless charge like his comrades, fulfilling his last duty as a Lionheart Knight.
But no matter what, he couldn’t force his body to embrace death.
His nature was what it was, indifferent to loyalty, honor, and the so-called knightly spirit.
Frederick had spent his life following in Tarik’s footsteps, but he had never experienced living for himself, even if it ant doing so as a retainer of an evil dragon.
“I am not Tarik, nor even a so-called Lionheart Knight.”
“I am just myself.”
“A petty man putting self-interest above all else.”
Frederick mumbled, telling himself this.
The Red Dragon in the sky descended with a roar, raising dust and cracking the ground.
Cassius looked down at this lone “Black Lion Knight” with a playful glint in his golden eyes. He saw the knight’s inner turmoil and confusion, finding it amusing.
But he said nothing more, nor needed to, simply stating flatly,
“Surrender, or die.”
“I…”
“Surrender.”
Frederick gritted his teeth and bowed his head.
Like a fateful decision, the once “Black Lion Knight” finally surrendered to the evil dragon, submitting to his forr enemy.
The pocket watch inscribed with the crest of Heronis, the God of Bravery, fell to the ground, covered in a thin layer of dust, as if it had never truly belonged to Frederick, not even for a mont.
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