Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 428 Final Chapter
With a light wave of his dragon claws, Furshanks's divine power condensed into invisible and intangible ribbons that wrapped around Xia Bolili and the others, fixing them in the safe space under his wings. His majestic body was about to rise from the ground.

At this moment, the old man with blood all over his head shouted: "Gu Long is here to rescue their accomplices, don't let these beasts go!"

His vocal cords had been badly injured from his previous shouting and screaming, and the sound he made was hoarse and dry, but everyone who heard these words spontaneously repeated them madly, rushing forward like chicken blood, picking up tables, chairs, wood chips and stones on the ground and throwing them desperately at Folshanks. When they rushed to the left side of the guards, they even started to snatch weapons, took a few steps to run up and threw spears into the air, stabbing at the dragon and the sinners he protected!
There was a look of indifference in Folshanks' iron-gray pupils. He looked up to the sky and spewed out scorching dragon flames, melting the dense rain of bullets into molten iron. The mob in the front was also swept up in the fire wave and turned into crumbling ashes in an instant!

"Get lost!" He looked down at them coldly, "If you dare to come forward again, you will die."

The mob looked at the dust scattered on the ground. The remains of the warriors, including the crazy old man, spread out a gray line of death, like a rift between a dragon and a tree that could never be bridged.

Watching the giant black dragon rising into the sky, the anger in Radagang's eyes in front of the throne grew more and more intense.

He jumped up, twisted his huge body, gathered strength, and suddenly threw the golden holy hammer with a force like a golden thunderbolt!

In order to protect the wounded under his wings, Furshanks did not activate the Wings of the Void, but instead covered his body with the two wings on his left side and took the blow!
The moment the holy hammer hit the dragon's wings, hundreds of dragon scales rapidly shrank towards the center, naturally condensing into a barrier that was stronger than the Zenith stone.

With a loud noise like a meteor hitting the earth, Furshanks's body trembled slightly and flew back hundreds of meters. The holy hammer turned into a stream of light and flew back, returning to Radagun's palm.

Looking at the few invisible drops of dragon blood on the hammer, Radagang snorted coldly.

As he expected, Furshanks, who was known as the "Rock" in the battle of Nagarjuna, was not someone who could be killed easily. Lacard secretly brought him into the Golden Temple because he was sure that he could capture those criminals in full view of everyone.

"Do you think you've won just like this?" Radagon glared at his son. "Duke Arnold and Marquis Woodroffe have already begun mobilizing all the troops inside and outside the capital, from the Dikdas Fortress in the west to the Port of Rodria in the east. All the people in Asia will kill them. No one can escape from under my nose!"

However, Lacard's attention was no longer on his father. Ever since Folshanks appeared, he just silently examined those crazy citizens. There was no hatred in his eyes, not even sarcasm or ridicule.

There is only a deep compassion.

The golden age was over. His father, who was worshipped by countless fundamentalists and regarded as a symbol of prosperity, the new king shattered the illusion of prosperity with a long-planned attack, heralding the arrival of troubled times.

In this chaotic world of their own choosing, how many of these people who wish to spread their anger across the entire world will be able to survive and see the coming of the next era with their own eyes?

"We all lose, Father," he whispered.

The man in front of him mistakenly believed that ending this trial perfectly, starting a war with the crazy public opinion, and completely burying the Ancient Dragon Temple would be victory. However, the moment Rakade knew that the crazy fire was not an illusion, he understood that no matter how the chaos today evolved, they had already lost.

Once the Dragon Tree War breaks out, Kalia will not be able to remain immune. Lucia, her brother, her sister, Michaela, Marenia, and Godwin - the war that everyone has tried their best to avoid has finally come. As long as the people in the border areas die in the weapons of each other, the giant golden tree rooted in the furnace of life will have achieved its purpose.

War brings death, and the life force of the dead returns to the roots of the golden tree through the tree-returning ceremony, which is the nourishment he has always dreamed of.

If Alpha still has concerns about the collapse of order, Omega will simply bathe in the frenzy of Rune and devour the future of this world at will.

"No matter who is standing behind you this time, the failure you think you have is the result they have been waiting for for a long time," Lacard shrugged. "Although I hate you to the core, I have always naively believed that things would not come to this point."

"Put an end to the prosperous era - oh, no being can afford such a heavy blood debt, not even gods and kings."

"Tell me, did that woman put up with you again and again, and finally hid in the heart of the golden tree in advance, just because she figured this out?" "What do you know?!" Radagon roared in frustration, "Put an end to the prosperous age? When will you understand that Godwin can't suppress Lucia! That dragon and his Ancient Dragon Dynasty will sooner or later become the dynasty's great enemy! Only by nipping the danger in the bud within a controllable range can we be responsible for all the spirits in the world under the protection of the golden tree, and only then can we truly continue the prosperous age!"

"Controllable?" Lacard smiled and shook his head. "Perhaps one day you will understand that in the chaos you created, the only controllable factor is yourself."

He brushed off his sleeves and turned away under Radagon's murderous gaze. After walking a few steps, he stopped and looked sideways at the man behind him, saying calmly, "This is the last time I will call you this. Try to stay alive, at least until the day you witness the sins you have committed with your own eyes, father."

Watching his son's figure gradually disappearing, Radagan crushed the armrest of the throne.

There is no shortage of tricks and strategies!

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, tried to calm his confused mood, and waved his hand to signal the guards to begin evacuating the people who were on the verge of collapse.

Although the stage was overturned, the effect of guiding public opinion has been achieved. All that needs to be done next is to complete everything that has been planned for many years step by step.

He believed that sooner or later, Lacard would understand his painstaking efforts. If the three children could let go of their past hatred and obsessions and work with him to create a new era of order, perhaps the ideal and truly prosperous era would come sooner?

Ten minutes later, the king's order spread throughout the city, and the Knights of Rodel immediately launched a comprehensive blockade of the entire capital.

The aggressive knights in golden armor rushed to the Ancient Dragon Temple. When they used battering rams to break open the bronze gate of the temple, they found that the huge temple had already been deserted. At the same time, the city guards who were ordered to capture the Ahara caravan also sent back news that the criminals had escaped early.

"Investigate! Investigate immediately!" Duke Morik Arnold, who was in charge of the city's command at the city hall, was furious. "Thousands of people have fled. It's impossible that there will be no news at all. Let Woodroffe immediately send troops to the western front to support them. If they can escape from the royal city, they will have to use the Rodel portal to escape from Asia Altar!"

"Reporting to the Lord, His Majesty has personally chased in the direction of Rodel's portal. I think those criminals will not be able to escape His Majesty's grasp."

"Well, of course." Duke Arnold responded, but soon noticed something was wrong. "Who are you? There is no way my guards could have known His Majesty's movements a few minutes ago so quickly!"

He looked around in panic, only to find that the other guards in the hall had disappeared at some point, and there was only this suspicious figure in golden armor nearby.

"I thought it would be Rowans Ovniel who was here."

The man took off his helmet, and light and shadow flickered on his face. After the magic of disguise faded, a young and handsome face was revealed.

"Although those who can be placed in such a conspicuous place by Radagan are all scapegoats, killing a duke will always scare them more than killing a viscount."

"You, don't come over here. What did the Ancient Dragon Temple give you? I can give you double! No, five times, ten times!"

The sword flashed and the head fell to the ground.

As the first spark that ignited the fire of troubled times, Duke Morik Arnold ultimately failed to become the pillar of the dynasty in the new era. Instead, he shed his blood and played the final chapter for the prosperous era that was about to end.

ps. The final chapter is not the final chapter! Not the final chapter! Not the final chapter! We are still far from the end!
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