It's not the protagonist, what does it matter if you are trapped in the Shura field

Chapter 681 Lucas's End (Fourth Update)

"I am coming!"

Vimir, clutching her staff, rushed over and saw the demonized Lovi pull the sword from the chest of a third-level god.

Hmm... Hmm.

She stared blankly at the scene before her. Luo Wei sheathed his sword and simultaneously deactivated his demonic transformation.

"Are you... are you alright?" The girl ran up to him, looking at him with concern for the side effects of his condition. "Where's that big guy who suddenly flew down? I saw him from far away!"

"flew away."

It flew...flew away?

Vimir looked up at the sky in confusion. "Something that big can fly?"

Luo Wei also raised his gaze. He actually knew the other party's background from the beginning—the god warrior of the Temple of War, the second-level god "Silver Lion" Arnos Crawford.

He's just here to oversee the battle.

Someone of this caliber wouldn't fight to the death just because an opponent suddenly appears. After realizing the situation was unfavorable and being held back, it's only natural that they would retreat so decisively.

At the same time, he wasn't entirely confident he could keep his opponent in check, so he naturally concealed as much of his strength as possible, aiming to force them away.

"Let's go."

He turned to look at the battlefield, now shrouded in smoke, and said, "This is just the beginning."

The teleportation brought Vimir back to the city walls. Looking at the increasingly impatient angel legion in the sky, Rowe turned his gaze to the distant battlefield.

It's natural for them to be impatient.

The beast tide, corrupted by the witch, crashed into the Western Army's formation, creating a purple abyss. Ananen, Goodman, and Urs, with his three demon generals, along with the gods and priests of various churches, nearly crushed the frontal army. The witch's mass spells from the rear were almost the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The Dawn Cavalry Regiment on the left encountered considerable resistance, but due to high-level protection, their losses were not severe, and arrangements were being made for their withdrawal.

In the rear, Lucas had essentially abandoned the rear. Nasusha's chariots were pushed forward, and no one cared whether they lived or died; the troops all became deserters.

On the right side was the largest tear in the battle line. Under Marcus's leadership, the various forces of the Crownless City directly penetrated into the enemy's heartland. Dragons breathed flames along the way, and various magical spears pierced into the army formation.

Add to that the magical cannons and catapults bombarding both sides, as well as crossbow bolts and a rain of arrows from Arttana, and the Second Prince's army was engulfed in thick smoke. The once orderly square formation was shattered into pieces, looking like the Second Prince's residence on fire, with chaos and disarray everywhere, and knights constantly fleeing in disarray, abandoning their armor and weapons.

"I'll go and meet up with the Dawn Cavalry Regiment."

"I will go with you."

Luo Wei glanced at Ayining, nodded, and then instructed Vimir to protect Mena. With the help of wind magic, he ignored the angels and leaped straight towards the northern battlefield.

Because the army formation was very wide, it took the two of them some time to get there. Facing the Western Knights who were besieging the cavalry regiment, Rowe simply shook the ground to open a gap. The Western Knights who were caught off guard were knocked down from behind, and the cavalry regiment immediately charged out through the gap.

"Thank you very much!"

Facing the two men who were raising their swords to meet the enemy, the swordsman of the cavalry regiment thanked them deeply, and then led the cavalry regiment to make a detour and prepare to charge again.

Fear was evident on the faces of the Western Knights.

They may still not understand why they were attacked from all four sides, or they may not even know that the other three sides were also attacked from all sides. The reason is actually very simple—

Because this is a war of annihilation.

Luo Wei stood there, coldly brandishing his sword.

If you want to retreat, that depends on where you can retreat to.

……

Central formation.

Lucas stared at the smoke-filled battlefield, his face gaunt, his fingers twisting and contorting with tension at his sides, his pupils fixed in their sockets.

Anyone who comes here and sees this situation will start to have some pessimistic misunderstandings, such as the balance of power being deteriorated in an irreversible direction.

No...it's alright, as long as the army holds on.

The sight of the left-wing units surrendering en masse became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Defeat.

Once this word stirs up a ripple in your heart, it's like throwing a discordant stone into a calm lake, its impact spreading boundlessly across the entire surface.

“Your Highness the Second Prince—” Scarlett tried her best to keep her voice calm.

Lucas stiffly turned his neck to look at her, reading in her eyes everything he could never accept.

"No... Impossible. Impossible!!"

“I brought 50,000 troops to the Southern Territory!! I just gained control of the Western and Southern Territories!! Didn’t they divide their forces to attack the Templar Knights’ headquarters? Isn’t this the best opportunity for victory, just as you think, Scarlett!!!”

“Lucas…Your Highness.” Scarlett stopped, her voice choked with emotion.

Those now,

It doesn't matter anymore.

Lucas seemed to have been hit hard, swaying on the prince's throne on the high platform before barely managing to grab the armrest.

The next moment, he drew the Holy Lion Greatsword from his side and slammed it hard against the wooden railing of the high platform.

"Ah ah!!"

He raised his jewel-like blue eyes, his face contorted with rage as he pointed his sword towards the valley, his eyes completely consumed by hatred: "Order the entire army! Concentrate all forces and attack the valley!!"

"Your Highness!!"

These words startled the officer in charge, who immediately knelt down in front of the platform.

This is tantamount to ordering the entire army to disregard any attacks and launch a suicidal offensive towards the main gate of the valley.

Lucas's eyes were also trembling, clearly he was also full of doubts about this decision, but if things continued like this, was he just going to watch himself lose everything?
He looked at Scarlett beside him, "You must still have a way, right?"

Scarlett didn't respond to his gaze this time, but simply kept her head down in silence.

Lucas: "..."

……

The battle raged from dawn until dusk.

It ended in just one day, simply because the army surrendered en masse after their rout. Even the angels returned to Earth to accept the defeat and await their fate.

Lovely, along with the White Bell Knights and Lovi and others, walked across the battlefield expressionlessly. At this moment, the entire grassland battlefield was silent, except for the hundreds of knights in the central army who were surrounded and were still holding on.

Each of them held a weapon, their bodies stained with blood, facing the army surrounding them with expressions of resignation to their fate.

Lovely walked through the crowd to the front, looked up expressionlessly at her brother, who sat on the high throne like a statue, looking lost and dejected.

“Surrender, Lucas,” she said calmly. “Your army has been defeated.”

Upon hearing her voice, Lucas, like a petrified statue in its final moments, slowly moved closer.

“No, I refuse to surrender,” he said.

Lovely's expression turned cold as she turned to look at the knights who had sworn to defend their lord to the death.

“You are all knights of integrity, and I respect your decision,” she said. “Whether you lay down your weapons and continue to defend the Lion's Nest, or die here with your lord.”

The knights who remained there responded with silence, their weapons gripped tightly, not one of them wavering.

"Is this so?"

Lovely stood there, as if she had made a long-awaited decision.

"Hehehehe... Hahahahahaha!!"

Lucas, sitting on the throne, suddenly burst into laughter. The golden crown he wore on his head swayed violently with his laughter, almost falling off.

Lucas, however, didn't care about anything else at that point.

He stood up from his chair, took a few steps forward, and said, "Lofley, don't think your scheme has succeeded. Gryphon will not tolerate a bastard like you."

Faced with such harsh words, Sif and the other knights immediately glared and drew their swords, ready to step forward.

Lovely raised her hand to stop them.

“I’m not going to comment on your feelings, Lucas. Everything you’re doing now is your own doing. The Chancellor burned down Melendall without telling you, and you think he’s in control.”

"To be honest—Randall doesn't even consider you a threat."

"!!!"

“No,” Lovely shook her head, “Perhaps he ignored you precisely because he knew that giving you help would only hasten your destruction.”

"What do you know?!"

Lucas roared out with all his might.

"What do you, a banished princess, know! All these years I've worked so hard and achieved so much! It's all for the sake of inheriting the Lion's Crown! To inherit the mantle of my father and the prime minister! And you? You just laze around all day. Have you ever had that kind of awareness and determination?!"

"I do not have."

Lovely responded to him honestly.

“But why the inheritance?” she looked up at him. “The Lion Garden is certainly not without rulers who have maintained the status quo, but must one become king to serve the country? Have you got the order backwards?”

"You don't understand!! You don't understand at all!!!"

“Don’t think I don’t know Lucas,” Lovely looked at him coldly. “Your extreme personality is only because your birth mother wasn’t protected by this country, but just because of that, you’re prejudiced against everyone around you, including me…” Her voice choked up. “What you did, how you coldly looked at a young sister, was that fair to me? What did I do to make you hate me so much? Why should I be hated by you from the moment I was born?”

"You're not allowed to mention her name!!" Lucas looked at her with bloodshot eyes.

"Don't think you can keep winning just because you won today!" He bared his teeth and roared like a beast. "You won't dare kill me! As long as I get out of here alive, I'll still be the second prince of Lion's Den! The rightful heir to this kingdom!!"

Lovely looked at him with only disappointment in her eyes.

"You think you're so smart?" Lucas laughed as he looked at her. "Haha! Hahaha!! A temporary setback means nothing. The nobles of the Western Frontier support me! I still have plenty of resources!!"

"I will take it back, yes, I will definitely take it back... Yes! That's it! Hahahaha!!!"

"I am the second prince of the Lion Garden, it's me!! Hahaha!!!"

A small magical airship appeared in the sky above the battlefield.

After the emergency landing, a girl with long, pure blonde hair and sapphire eyes hurriedly ran out, lifted her skirt, squeezed through the crowd, and came to the front of the platform.

“Lucas!!” the woman shouted urgently.

Lucas, who was laughing wildly, glanced at her without changing his expression: "What's wrong, Yulia? Are you here to help me seize the throne too?"

Yulia: "Ha..."

She turned around with a strained expression and glanced at Lovely: "I rushed over as soon as I received news of the war. I hope it didn't affect your side."

Lovely shook her head. "No, Third Sister."

Yulia glanced at her with a pained expression: "Sister, I've never asked you for anything before..."

She spoke these words with a sob in her voice, her eyes red as she grasped Lovely's hand.

"Could you please... spare Lucas's life? I know he's done many bad things... I'm sorry, I apologize on his behalf, so... please, Lovely..."

"Hahaha!!" Lucas was still laughing wildly behind him. "What's wrong, Yulia? Are you planning to use my emotions to get me out of here, and then make a comeback, right?"

With tears welling up in her eyes, Yulia gritted her teeth and lowered her head, sobbing as she took Lovely's hand again.

“I will discipline him properly, I promise… I will help him start anew, please give him another chance… He is still young… He is not without a chance to atone…”

Yulia was crying so hard she was unrecognizable. Her vision was blurred as she clung to her sister's hand, her lips moving incessantly.

Lucas's unrestrained laughter did not stop.

"Hahahaha!! Yulia, you're so clever! You almost fooled me. I'm the second prince of Lion's Nest, how could I possibly..."

"Facial reality, Lucas!!!!"

Yulia cried and yelled at Lucas behind her.

Lucas paused for a moment, then collapsed to the ground, tears streaming from his lifeless eyes, and the lion's greatsword fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the knights who were still holding their ground lowered their heads and put down their weapons.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Lovely watched this scene, then turned and left expressionlessly.

　I updated 15,000 words today.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)