The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 501 - 19: The Battle of Yadesi River (3)2

"Did you know that Gray was not dead back then?" Morca asked.

"We did not know, it was sothing we learned much later. The original Lich King was supposed to return about a year after the battle at the Yadesi River ended, but we all knew that, in reality, he did not. During that ti, Jones always believed that his adoptive father was dead. Although he never said it, I think he saw himself as the last defender of his adoptive father’s will. So he fought desperately. He had countless ways to avoid that war if he just agreed to yield. The Elder Council could give up all the other descendants, but they wouldn’t give up him. But he chose to refuse. Because there were things he held more important than life."

"Do you like this part?"

"Hmm? I don’t quite understand what you an."

"I’m asking you, do you like the battle at Yadesi River that you experienced? Even though you were just an observer."

"Well... The key is, it made those like , the descendants of the Elder Council, realize how insignificant we truly were. The reason we appear powerful and obtain what we have is rely because stronger people were inactive and allowed us to. In fact, we are insignificant in this world. The world is covered with a thick veil, and now, it is slowly revealing its true face. I am grateful to have a brother like Jones, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to speak in front of you at all, not to ntion evaluate that piece of history. I am just a speck of dust, am I not?"

Morca looked at Adelle in a daze for a mont, smiled, and said, "Who isn’t? Am I not? Each one of us is, except for a very few. But we are all important too. We are part of this world, and sotis, we can give the still-weak heroes so help, even if it is very trivial. Even when we can do nothing, we are observers, witnesses. I always believe that when the true heroes stand on the clouds, they are actually protecting the likes of you and , who are insignificant."

"Really? By the way, how are your book sales?" Adelle asked.

"Not great... Okay, honestly, not good at all. You’ll never find my position on the bestseller list. But that’s not important." After thinking for a mont, Morca said, "I do love money, but it’s not everything to . I also want to be a hero; if I can’t do it in reality, then I can do it in my books, and hope that so readers like Gray will step onto the path of righteousness after reading them. And then I can be responsible for praising them. Life should have aning, right? Soone has to write such books."

Adelle looked at Morca quietly.

After a pause, Morca added, "Of course, if you are willing to buy a few books to support , that would be even better."

Adelle laughed aloud, "You are a greedy author, you want everything."

"Yes, I admit," Morca smiled and replied, "I am a greedy, humble, insignificant, but very important author."

...

The wind blew gently, the flas burned, and the sparks floated in the wind.

The already badly wounded Jones stood on the spine of the Hydra, wearing broken armor. Blood stains had dyed his cheeks brown.

Dora still stood behind him, holding the Nine-petal Snake Flower banner that had been half-burnt.

The Liches still hovered in the sky, despite their bodies being incomplete, they kept reciting their spells.

The hero’s steadfast figure in front of the evil dragon was like an ancient, lodic ballad. Every ti you think it has been forgotten, soone sings it again.

The outco of a war is not solely determined by strength.

The banks of the Yadesi River were already piled with shattered bones and charred bodies, making the whole world resemble a purgatory.

The Elders surrounded Jones, panting with exhaustion, so even had their magic power exhausted.

But the undead’s defenses still stood, despite being incomplete, it remained.

Skeleton Soldiers with missing limbs held weapons, trying futilely to climb the walls made of bones to challenge the powerful Blood Clan Elders they could never defeat.

The observers watched quietly.

Adelle and Belle were at the rear.

Prince Louis was bound.

The wounded Silver Hamr had been moved to the edge.

Many Blood Clan mbers stayed in the airship, Jones’s father was among them. Even Jones’s little cousin Susan was there.

At that mont, everyone’s eyes revealed confusion.

Elder Bartholow had not yet taken action, he was still staring at Jones. He said softly to Jones, "Surrender, and you can avoid death."

"Surrender, Jones! It’s hopeless! You’ve done your best!" Adelle shouted.

"Don’t surrender! Reinforcents are here!" Lich Lucy descended from the sky.

Oh, and Aikleion. They were the two Liches who were beaten back into their soul vases during Gray’s assault.

"Where are the reinforcents?" Erin shouted.

"We are! We ca as soon as we got out of the soul vase! Isn’t that enough?"

"Just you two? You dare call yourselves reinforcents? Are you even enough to fill the gap in our teeth? We need the entire White Bone Holy Light Court!"

"No, thank you!"

Yes, there were no reinforcents.

Jones stared wearily at Elder Bartholow, slowly exhaling, "You can never achieve victory. Because the only one you can kill is ."

"Isn’t that enough?" Elder Bartholow asked.

"Did the Black Dragon end the war after killing my father?" Jones smiled and said, "We can die in battle, but soone will follow our path and continue. Soone will inherit the will of Giant Snake City, soone will inherit the will of Gray Gruggle. Throughout eternity, they will continue to challenge you, and you will never end the war."

Elder Bartholow remained silent.

The Hydra slowly wriggled, inching forward.

Jones raised his sword high, shouting, "I order you all to continue this war after my death! Whether for a thousand years or ten thousand years! Until victory!"

"Yes, sir——!" The non-undead legion in the distance raised their weapons high.

"Little bat..."

"Listen to . Lady, defense cannot save . Since they want my life, give it to them. We have sothing they can’t take away."

The Hydra withdrew all its shields and activated the attack magic on its heavy armor. The armor turned slowly from silver to dark red.

"Understood."

"Alright, I have unlimited lifespan, I can play with them until the end of the world."

"It’s ti to show them the power of the Forbidden Technique!" Babuti tore off their robes, revealing thin bones.

Adelle stared blankly.

The scattered bones on the ground slowly pieced together again, forming giant, aggressive tentacles like towering drills, echoing the nine heads of the Hydra.

Suspended in the air, almost all the semi-transparent magic shields were lifted. Instead, powerful offensive buffs such as strength and swift wind were applied. Huge, rune-covered magic arrays lit up in the air.

Under the Holy Light, the badly wounded Jones slowly smiled, "Let’s guess how many Elders will die today? How many Elders will stay here to be buried with us? A hundred? Or two hundred?"