Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 396 The Last Lesson

"Get ready--" Carl heard a powerful voice shouting.

Looking open, I saw a burly general in silver armor and white robe standing there with his sword drawn, opposite the huge abyss-like basin. The setting sun shone from behind him, turning him into a molten golden silhouette.

Karl suddenly felt as if he had seen this scene in a dream.

That dream existed a long, long time ago, so long ago that my father was still serving as the third squire of Knight Randolph. One day, my father came home in high spirits, hugged my mother gently with one hand, and lifted him steadily over his shoulder with the other hand. My mother was pregnant with a pair of unborn twin sisters.

My father said that Lord Randolph praised him for his talent as a knight, and as long as he passed two more rounds of assessment, he would recommend him to General Neo and apply for the qualification of an apprentice knight for my father.

That night, he dreamed that his father wore the silver armor and white robe of the Storm Knight, and walked proudly through the Lornfanis Square with other knights. His mother held his hand, and they cheered for them in the crowd along the Avenue of Victory.

Yes, he finally remembered.
The dark silver armor with storm patterns, the white robe as cold and chilly as frost and snow, what do they represent?
"The thunder will never cease, and the storm will never stop."

My father, Knight Randolph, and many more powerful adults have sung like this.

That was the oath made by the ancestors of mankind at the beginning of the world when they offered their loyalty to the dragon clan, which represented the first ray of light of civilization. No matter how dangerous the situation is, it seems that as long as they shout out this oath, which is so ancient that it is difficult to tell the years, even the world will tremble and be shocked!

After his father's death, he waited for a long time, so long that the long and painful time obliterated the last memory of that era in his mind, and so long that the sacred and inviolable golden order smoothed the last edges of these survivors who were not tolerated by the new era.

It has been so long that he has almost forgotten who he is, who he should be, and who he could be.
But now, someone came to wake them up.

"kill!"

Hilbert, the commander of the 12th Storm Legion, roared angrily and slashed the sword in his hand heavily!
Thousands of Storm Knights raised their spears at the same time, and the dark silver spear tips crossed the boundary between dusk and the ground, like a steel forest rising from the ground, rising to the highest point and then suddenly falling down, stirring up a large fountain of blood that shot up into the sky!
The giants who had been slaughtering at will in the Guntherfred area just a few days ago first let out a howl of pain, and then their lungs were blocked by the gushing blood, and they could only squeeze out terrifying whimpers from their throats.

Their huge bodies were firmly locked by enchanted iron chains that were wrapped with the dragon's breath seal. No matter how hard they struggled, they could only dig out slightly deeper blood pools in the dry earth pits.

What's even more terrifying is that the landing point of each spear is so precise that on the one hand, the spear tip pierces the giants' hearts, and on the other hand, it just leaves them half a breath of air. The spear handle even blocks most of the wounds to prevent blood from losing too quickly, using the giants' powerful vitality to nail them to the brink of life and death, leaving them with no escape.

This should have been a horrifying nightmare that any sane person would find difficult to face. However, the people on the edge of the giant pit were not afraid. Instead, they stood up straight amid the low whimpering, moving closer and closer, their whole bodies trembling uncontrollably.

It did not come from fear, but from the excitement that was a mixture of anger and pleasure surging from the bone marrow and blood!

The giants slaughtered them, tortured them, devoured them, and even trampled them after they were reduced to corpses and pieces of flesh - they were proud of the power they gained from offering sacrifices to the evil gods, and degraded all other mortal races to the lowest maggots, raising their smelly feet with contempt and trampling everything they saw under their feet.

But now, the former perpetrators have become maggots crawling on the ground. Even if they beg with all their might, all they get in return is even more insane revenge.

"Kill them!" An old man wrapped in bandages was the first to rush down, waving a sword. "They ate Eaton and Aida, they ate my grandson and granddaughter!" The old man's voice was so excited that it broke and sounded extremely mournful, like a ghost returning from hell.

"Kill these beasts! Kill these vile beasts!"

"Kill! Kill them all!"

More and more Guntherfred people rushed down the huge pit holding high the weapons they had just been issued. Burning with the fire of revenge, each of them was as agile as a bloodthirsty demon.

They leaped towards the giants frantically, using all their strength to pierce their weapons into the giants' bodies. Some of them still had the strength to pull out their weapons and stab again, while more of them violently pounded those mountain-like bodies after their weapons slipped out of their hands, punching, kicking, head-butting, and biting. Everyone wanted to use every inch of unused muscle in their bodies to unleash unbridled violence to the best of their ability.

On a high hill in the distance, Rosalind withdrew her gaze with some concern. What she was worried about was not that it was inhumane to treat the giants like this, but whether people could return to normal after such a catharsis, or at least not cause large-scale riots and stampedes.

"Don't worry." Lucia whispered beside her.

"This is not revenge," he shook his head slightly, "Compared to what the giants have already created on this land, this is not even a formal opening."

"This is a lesson, a lesson for everyone, including ourselves."

"Rosa, my requirements for you are different from those for Anna. As the head of the intelligence department, she needs to be more down-to-earth and bend down to see those details that are unknown to ordinary people. But you - as a general who will lead an army in the future, you need to keep looking up, to those levels that are obscured by the clouds and that you think have nothing to do with the war."

"He who does not plan for the whole is not qualified to plan for a particular area; he who does not plan for eternity is not qualified to plan for a moment - there is an old book in the Great Library that says this."

"The war in the north was never a battle between 30,000 northern expeditionary troops and tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of giant rebels, nor was it a battle between the three great dynasties and the new giant court. From a realistic perspective, this may be a collision between two races and two civilizations, but if you look deeper, I think it is a collision between two choices and two paths."

"Although we have not yet figured out the true identity of the new giant king whom we have not met, there is at least one thing that is beyond doubt - since he was able to make the ice trolls, who were no better than stray dogs, rise again overnight and turn them into a tide of giants sweeping across the north, he must have been on a path to completely subvert this world."

"Our opponents have made their choice. If we are still hesitating and wavering, the next people to fall into this situation may be our soldiers."

He looked down at the giant corpses that had long lost their life in the basin, as well as the thousands of people who were bathing in boiling blood and gasping for breath and gradually calming down. His icy blue pupils showed some emotions that Rosalind had never seen before and could hardly understand.

"So we must all learn this lesson well. All those who are still alive on this land, whether children, women, men or the elderly, whether civilians or soldiers, must understand that only by holding the sword tightly in our hands and killing every giant still active on the ice field can we continue to survive."

"This is the choice we make - unfortunately, there is no place for them in our world."

(End of this chapter)