Chapter 331: Chapter 254 Battle of Okaglar (VII)
“Paladin?”
“By Tampas above, how could sothing like that be called a paladin?”
Maxi Stuart’s expression turned solemn imdiately, sweat oozing from his grip on the spear—because he could see that their enemies were similar to them, and even in so sense, stronger than them.
And soon, he spotted a familiar face within the crowd.
“Frederick?”
“You damn bastard! You really are scum from the orphanage! Son of a whore!”
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“You were personally knighted as the ‘Black Lion Knight’ by Duke Leo. How dare you beco a follower of the evil dragons, accepting such a noble title despite your lowly background!”
Maxi roared.
“I will personally end you, traitor! Clean the ranks of the Lionheart Knights!”
Frederick rely scoffed, replying coldly:
“I’m no longer the so-called ‘Black Lion Knight.’ Now, I’m an instructor of the Dragon Sanctuary Holy Palace, and whether you can end this traitor depends on whether your n can defeat my students.”
This “Golden Lion Knight” Maxi Stuart had never left a good impression on Frederick. Born into a noble family, Maxi often humiliated him and Tarik over their lineage, calling them “children of a harlot.” Frederick had fantasized about killing this arrogant guy nurous tis, and now was the perfect opportunity.
“Lowly?”
“You hypocritical northern nobles are the most despicable beasts of all!”
Anthony shouted fiercely, pointing his burning sword at Maxi.
The hypocritical attitude and genuine disdain for commoners reminded him of the years of Baron Soli.
As the leader of the Oath of the Dragon’s holy warriors, he needed to set an example.
“We are the devout followers of the great King of Ashen, blessed with imnse power by His Majesty. These scraps of the North are nothing compared to the great Red Dragon and his grand vision!”
“Dragon’s followers, hear my command!”
“Dragon Vein Connection!”
Anthony raised his sword high, using his guiding dragon force to create Dragon Vein Shackles, connecting with other Dragonsworn Holy Warriors. Not only could they share the damage taken, but they could also inflict burns on the enemy.
Scorching red chains emitted flas, making the battlefield almost unbearably hot.
“That’s the power of the evil dragons. They are minions of the evil dragons!”
“But everyone, we are the servants of the deity, the followers of Lord Leo, an invincible legion of the North for thousands of years.”
“Throughout the glorious history of the Lionheart Knights, we have slain countless rampaging evil dragons, and now facing rely their followers, we shall not fear them one bit!”
“Charge!”
Maxi and Anthony shouted almost simultaneously.
And thus, two massive forces collided, with flas and radiance entangled, roars and wails resounding everywhere.
Although it was a battle on a scale of only hundreds, as powerful professional legions ticulously trained by both sides, their impact was no less than a battle of thousands, and even surpassed in terms of destruction. Players couldn’t even partake in it.
“Dragon!”
“That’s a giant dragon! How’s that possible!”
“Such … such frightfulness.”
As the legions clashed, many Lionheart Knights instinctively trembled, unable to hold their weapons steady.
In the depths of their minds, they seed to see a terrifying illusion of a giant dragon, its gaping maw ready to devour them.
That was the [Majesty of the Dragonkin]
The Dragonsworn Holy Warriors in the formation guided dragon force to display terrifying majesty, making enemies fall into dread tremors.
However, the battle-hardened Maxi was unfazed by illusions and Dragon’s Might. He instead roared like a lion, deliberately reminding his Lionheart Knights.
“All of that is just fake!”
“Everyone, we are Lionheart Knights! Even if the evil dragon were to appear, we would still dare to face it bravely!”
Thanks to Maxi’s efforts, most of the Lionheart Knights snapped out of fear and rejoined the fight.
The Dragonsworn Holy Warriors had only been established for a few years. Their battle experience and occupational levels were almost lower than those of the Lionheart Knights. Yet, thanks to the scorching Dragon Veins and the mighty abilities bestowed by Cassius, they were pressing the Lionheart Knights.
[Fiery Spirit Light]
The Dragonsworn Holy Warriors constantly emitted fiery spirit light when not in a depleted state. This light raised the surrounding temperature sharply, increasing fla damage, causing burn status to enemies, and giving their side an exhilarating effect.
When enough Dragonsworn Holy Warriors radiated fiery spirit light simultaneously, they could even trigger volcanic eruptions.
Now, with a hundred Dragonsworn Holy Warriors fighting side by side, their spirit light unleashed imnse power.
The surrounding air beca scorching and distorted, as if they stood at the mouth of a volcano in the peak of sumr. Even the snow on the wasteland lted completely, and steam rose constantly from the exposed dry ground, making the battlefield shrouded in mist, even more chaotic and disordered.
The surging flas caused the Lionheart Knights to wail continuously, with even their silver shields turning red-hot and molten silver dripping down.
“It’s so hot!”
“I can hardly hold on to my weapon. Damn it!”
“By Tampas above… my shield is about to lt!”
“Is this the power of the evil dragons, the King of Ashen?”
Maxi stood at the forefront of the formation, enduring the searing flas. With his robust constitution and superb combat skills, he repelled the enemies ahead again and again, but his body was drenched in sweat and increasingly fatigued.
Even as powerful as the “Golden Lion Knight,” a fourteenth-level national master rank professional, Maxi found it tough to sustain high-intensity combat in such high temperatures. As for the other Lionheart Knights, it was even more challenging.
“We can’t go on like this, or we’ll be burnt to death!”
“We need to counterattack and end this battle quickly!”
Maxi clenched his teeth, knocking down another Dragonsworn Holy Warrior before raising the lion flag in his hand.
“Lion Spirit Guardian!”
The “Golden Lion Knight” roared with majestic fury.
The Lionheart Knights’ ultimate card was played. One hundred and twenty battle-hardened Lionheart Knights harnessed the power of the Holy Oath, united their loyalty and firm will to summon a radiant lion spirit body, launching the most ferocious and spirited attack on their enemies.
“Roar—”
With a roar that shook the wasteland, a colossal lion phantom, five ters tall at the shoulder, erged from the tight formation of Lionheart Knights.
It roared and growled vividly, its muscles tightly coiled, claws extending sharply, ready to pounce and tear the enemies apart in the next mont.
This was the Boske Family’s hallowed symbol for a thousand years and the embodint of the Lionheart Knights’ spirit and will!
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