Knight and Wand

Chapter 391 Revenge
The tattered dragon wings, glowing with the eerie light of a soul, stirred up a fierce wind, and a huge shadow swept across the battlefield, madly chasing the blue griffin ahead.

A beam of dazzling demonic flames spewed from between the thorny teeth of the dragon, but the dragonfire failed to hit the griffin that flew at high speed like a phantom; it only struck the mountain peak.

In an instant, the melting, flying sand and rocks fell like fiery meteors into the sea of ​​people fighting below, swallowing up the dead and the living alike.

Suddenly, the ghoul dragon that was closely pursuing the blue griffin with its flapping wings let out a sharp roar.

Two griffins, one white and one gray, flew past each other on either side. The griffin rider on the right swung his battle axe, unleashing waves of fire that covered the dragon's wings, while the gray griffin carried a knight clad in scarlet armor, who tore open the mutated flesh of the corpse dragon with a black-bladed longsword.

The burning flames could not burn the corpse dragon, but the sword wound on one side, which emitted an ominous black mist, made the undead dragon feel a soul-tearing pain and panic.

Amidst the howls of pain, the low-flying undead dragons finally gave the archers on the mountainside an opportunity. The ballistae resounded with each note, and giant arrows rained down.

Countless giant arrows, designed specifically for hunting ferocious beasts, pierced through the undead dragon that had fallen into the hunting trap. The sharp arrowheads penetrated the body, which was completely unprotected by dragon scales. The oil bags that wrapped the arrow shafts burst open, and black grease splattered all over the hollowed-out dragon body with its bones and muscles.

Almost simultaneously, flames spread rapidly along the alchemical igniter on its ignited dragon wings, and the intense heat completely engulfed the massive creature, which was tens of meters long.

Before the warriors of the Kingdom of Feru who had struck the dragon could even celebrate, the enraged ghoul dragon soared and turned its jaws around.

The scorching Netherworld Dragon Flame instantly vaporized the archer array and their ballistae that were lying in ambush on the mountainside.

The corpse dragon, transformed into a "fire dragon," soared into the sky. The flames on its body gradually diminished, and its dragon bones, which were already capable of resisting the raging flames, still showed no signs of burning. The shimmering green magic power further suppressed the heat element, gradually extinguishing the flames that were enveloping its body.

Until a soft halo of light was lit on the pale griffin saddle.

The warlock master, riding a griffin, fully activated the spherical holy lamp embedded between his giant axe and wand.

Bright sunlight spread out like a barrier, enveloping the burning body of the undead behemoth as Count North swooped down to approach the Corpse Dragon.

The dragon immediately let out a soul-shaking roar of pain. The bones around its body seemed to have lost their stable magic and began to be burned by the raging flames. The power of magic was becoming increasingly difficult to resist the violent heat elements, and its damaged dragon wings also forced it to fly slower and slower.
A deafening roar came from above the dragon.

The Crimson Knight fearlessly leaped off the gray griffin saddle.

The falling wind whipped the horse-embroidered robes into the air as the heavily armored red knight landed on the giant skull of the bone dragon, the force of his fall like a warhammer striking the dragon's head.

"die!!!"

Lohark held the black sword upside down, and with immense force, plunged the sword of victory into the dragon's head.

Boom! A thick, eerie black fog seeped into the gaps between the pale white dragon's skull, and green flames surged wildly from the eerie eye sockets of the undead dragon.

The unbalanced and struggling dragon shook its head and roared as it crashed into the cliff.

Smoke and dust, along with rocks, were shattered by the giant beast, and the immense recoil force sent the burly knight flying.

Lohark was so startled that his limbs trembled, and the howling mountain wind kept blowing into his helmet.

As the rugged mountains below drew ever closer, he instinctively tried to grab onto something, but with no foothold, he could only futilely grip the black sword.

The death claws swooping down from the sky behind them drew ever closer with their urgent cries, yet remained just a fraction of a second too late. Without the tacit understanding of a magical contract, the temporary combination of man and beast could never achieve that perfect harmony.

The faces of his wife, sister, and close friends flashed through his mind, and he suddenly prepared himself to face death. Although dying from a fall was not a pleasant thing, at least he had accomplished a great feat called slaying a dragon.

Thinking of this, a smug smile crept onto Lohark's lips. He remembered Leon saying that it was the ultimate feat for a knight.

—With a loud bang! Lohark felt as if he had been hit by a battering ram, the force so great that it penetrated into his armor, almost knocking him over.

As if gripped tightly by something, he tumbled several times in mid-air before regaining his balance. He felt himself being lifted by the waist of his armor, his head down, and saw a pair of cracked and damaged black knight's greaves.

"You brat, are you crazy?! You dare to jump from that high?! You don't even have magic!"

A startled shout came from above.

Lohark strained to look in the other direction and saw that long-lost face after months.

"—Leon? Haha, Leon!!!"

A surge of ecstasy filled Lohark's chest, and the big man's overjoyed laughter boomed from inside his helmet.

"Akao really found you? Hey? How come you can fly?"

"We'll talk about that later. Hold on tight for now!"

Leon, carrying the enormous, heavy creature, glanced to the side and saw Deathclaw flying toward him with a joyful cry. He immediately picked up Lohark and tossed him back onto the griffin's back.

The burly knight Ding Lang crashed onto the griffin, grabbed the reins, and climbed back onto his saddle.

Seeing that Lohark had re-fastened the straps, Leon flapped his wings and turned to look at the dragon beasts fighting in the sky further away.

The powerful "angel" he had just met was flying rapidly towards there. Due to the limited power of his own magic, the speed of the wings behind him was much slower than the pair of wings that seemed to actually grow on his back. And when he caught sight of Lohark falling from a cliff hundreds of meters high, Leon had no choice but to change direction and choose to save his reckless and brave big oaf first.

"Which of those two dragons is the enemy?" Leon pointed his sword in that direction, hurriedly asking Lohark to confirm whether they were friend or foe.

“The red one is Aze’s father in disguise!” Lohark quickly explained to Leon, who seemed confused after just returning.

But he paused, his voice suddenly becoming unusually violent: "On the back of the other dragon sits that old bastard, Aviut!!"

The hatred etched into his soul made the Red Knight's voice sound like a vengeful demon, and the mist swirling around his black sword instantly rose up like fire.

Leon's gaze, which was fixed in that direction, instantly lost its warmth.

The original owner's blood feud, Lohark's blood feud, Azerian's blood feud, and even the hundreds of thousands of Rolandar residents who were slaughtered.
Although the root cause of the calamity was the demons and the imperial mages, King Kantadar, who launched the war and ordered the massacre of the city, was undoubtedly their most direct enemy.

Whether it was to satisfy the brutal desires of the Eastern Expeditionary Army or to be instigated and deceived into turning Rolandar into a demonic realm, Aviut is an unforgivable sinner to all the survivors of the Holy City.

Leon looked down and saw that the other two unfamiliar knights riding griffins had already flown into the battlefield below and were wreaking havoc, stabilizing the army formation that was fluttering with the banners of the Holy Sun Church and the unfamiliar ones. He immediately turned around, spread his wings, and took off.

"Let's go kill him together and avenge the victims of that year!"

"it is good!"

Lohark tugged on the reins of Deathclaw, and without his prompting, the griffin roared and took flight, catching up with Leon's movements.

The Light Trail, faster than them, had already joined the battle between the two dragons.

The angel brandished two longswords, unleashing a lash of flames like whips as it struck the back of the ghoul dragon. A solid beam of ghostly light, carrying countless howling and screaming evil spirits, cleaved out from the dragon's back, instantly shattering the flames. The magical shockwave sent the angel flapping its wings and flying backward.

But this brief moment of distraction was enough for the Blood Dragon, caught in the stalemate, to seize the opportunity and tear open the Corpse Dragon's breastbone with the claws of its forelimbs.

The skeletal remains, bound together by necromancy, shattered into pieces. A terrifying dragon roar echoed as the massive maw of the blood dragon, formed from crimson mist, bit down hard on the head of the ghoul dragon, actually severing the neck of the ghoul lord's mount.

The dragon flames spewed from the corpse dragon instantly erupted from its severed neck, the explosion reverberating through the sky. Beneath the black and green cloud of flames, a dark shadow fell to the ground.

As Leon and Lohark climbed higher, they changed direction and intercepted the fallen ghoul lord in mid-air.

With a roar, Leon slashed at him first, and the ghoul king with a ferocious face hurriedly swung his huge Uriah sword to meet the attack.

The sharp blades clashed, the ear-piercing metallic scraping sound accompanied by a dazzling burst of sparks, and the two figures were bounced apart by each other's force.

Even as his opponent lost his balance and fell, Leon could still feel its swift and terrifying force and speed. If it weren't for the magical wings behind him, he would probably have been blasted hundreds of meters away.

But at this moment, I am not fighting alone.

Deathclaw, carrying Lohark, had circled behind Aviut during their fight. Its massive griffin claws gripped the undead king tightly, crushing his battle robes, and its beak pecked at his crowned head.

"You filthy beast! Get out of my way!"

With a hoarse roar, the Corpse Lord forcefully pushed aside the claws that were sharp enough to crush steel, and swung his sword back at Deathclaw's neck in mid-air.

Sensing the threat of death, the griffin immediately raised its head and dodged. With a tearing sound, the beast armor on the giant's chest split in two, splattering blood. The excruciating pain forced Deathclaw to flap its wings and fly away with a scream.

Aviut's eyes blazed with ghostly fire, and the demonic blade was about to unleash another terrifying slash.

The dragon's roar came from above once again. The blood dragon, which had torn the ghoul dragon to shreds, swooped down and swallowed Aviut whole, then crashed to the ground in a whirlwind.

——Boom!
The impact, like a meteorite falling, caused an earthquake in the mountains, creating wave-like craters that sent sand and dust flying into the air, and billowing smoke into the sky.

Leon leaped from the sky, and the angel with flapping wings landed opposite him, blocking the enemy's possible escape route.

Seeing this, he turned his gaze to the center of the crater with relief, while the loud sounds of clashing swords continued unabated.

Deathclaw landed beside Leon, carrying Lohark. The wind from the griffin's flapping wings dispersed the surrounding dust and revealed the two undead lords locked in combat.

The Blood Dragon had vanished, and the Blood Baron, having reverted to his transformed state, wielded the demonic sword, almost ignoring the demonic blade that had pierced Aviut's body. He traded blows for blows, attacking the exhausted Aviut with near-suicidal madness.

The two men's martial arts skills were not extraordinary, but their speed and strength, which far exceeded those of ordinary people, almost destroyed the mountains and valleys beneath their feet when they fought.

Without a moment's hesitation, the angelic flame sword was raised horizontally from the opposite corner.

Leon raised his greatsword.

Lohark kicked off his straps and leaped off the griffin saddle, black sword in hand.

Taking advantage of the moment when Aviut was dealing with the Blood Baron's blade, the three of them launched a four-pronged attack together with Charleman.

Realizing he was surrounded, the Corpse Lord struck out with a powerful blow, sending Shaleman flying. He then turned to face the Twin-Sword Angels who had reached him like a flash of light.

With his left hand, the angel deflected the demonic blade that the Corpse Lord hastily parried with a sideways strike, while with his right hand, a sword wrapped in fire and wind, he mercilessly severed the Corpse Lord's left arm at the shoulder.

Seeing that the enemy had exposed his back, Leon, who was flying, immediately drew his greatsword and swung it back, aiming for Aviut's head.

The ghoul, sensing the approaching sword wind, hurriedly dodged to the side and parried with his demonic blade, but unknowingly exposed his back to Lohark on the other side.

The Red Knight mustered all his strength, thrusting his sword upwards with a whoosh, and Lohark, with the force of a serpent's scepter, severed Aviut's right arm.

Leon's Sun Sword, unstoppable, cleaved through the crown of the Kantadar and plunged deep into the head of the ghoul.

Severely injured, Aviut struggled desperately to activate his self-healing instincts. Green flames erupted from his head, and a ghostly light swirled around his severed arm. His severed arm gripped the magic blade tightly, ready to fly back.

But the blood mist swept in, and the Blood Baron, who attacked from the front like a ghost, pierced through Aviut's breastplate with his crimson blade.

Another teeth-grinding crack pierced through the armor, and Lohark's earth-shattering roar plunged the black sword into the back of the Lich King.

The angel's twin swords delivered the final blow to the undead, the flaming blades severing the ghoul's head like scissors.

The bloodstained crown, with melted scorch marks, fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

"My kingdom, my empire, everything!" The enormous, mutated corpse knelt down, its skull, flickering with ghostly fire, still roaring in defiance.

A cruel and twisted smile appeared on Schallermann's pale face.

"—You will be reunited with everything you have, in eternal torment." As his inhuman laughter reverberated, wisps of ink-black soul phantoms rose from the remains of the Corpse Lord, surging toward the demonic sword in the Blood Baron's hand as if being devoured.

Withdrawing his blood sword, Sharleman let the heavy corpse collapse like broken clods of earth.

He raised the blade and looked at the sword shrouded in red mist.

Beneath the crimson mirror, Aviut's pained face seemed to be torn apart and dragged into the bottomless sea of ​​blood within the demonic sword by the hands of millions of evil spirits.

“Finally.” A long-lost look of joy and satisfaction appeared on Sharleman’s face, and the countless screams and cries that had been lingering in his ears seemed to have diminished.

Lohark sheathed his black sword, took a half-step back, and glared hatefully at the bone dust that had turned into clumps of earth.

"Is that bastard dead?"

Without magical vision, Lohark could not see the scene of Aviut's soul being extracted from his body.

“Dead beyond dead.” Leon nodded to him.

Of course, strictly speaking, perhaps Aviut will face endless torment more terrifying than death within that red demonic sword.

Leon looked at the Blood Baron, who was grinning at the blade with his eyes closed. To be honest, this was the first time he had actually seen Azerian's father. If you didn't mention the manic and creepy smile on his face, he did have a handsome face that resembled Azerian's by six or seven points.

He shook his head and then glanced at the demonic blade left behind by the Corpse Demon Lord, which had fallen to the side.

Within this magical Horcrux, clearly crafted by a demon from the spirit world, Leon could sense an immeasurable surge of souls.

Then he saw the angel opposite him walk towards the Demon Blade.

A sense of vigilance instinctively rose within him. Leon took a step forward, intending to stop him, but found that the other person had not picked it up, but was looking at him instead.

“Lord Leon, this demonic blade can command millions of the dead, but the living cannot use it. Neither can I.”

Leon paused, then quickly glanced at Shaleman, who was still lost in the thrill of revenge.

He suddenly understood what the other person meant.

"Then destroy it?"

"Destroying it rashly would only release the control of the dead on this land, plunging the army of the dead into chaos. We must at least find a way to let the dead rest in peace before considering destroying this unclean thing." The angel's voice was gentle, as if he were merely offering advice.

"Please rest assured, the monstrous demon that created this demonic blade has been destroyed by you and Lady Olivia. For at least ten million years, that creature will not be able to reshape its demonic soul in the abyss. Using it now will not pose a risk of being manipulated by evil spirits in the spirit world."

Upon hearing this, Leon recalled the demons banished during the Battle of Rolandar and felt somewhat relieved.

The undead army is still fighting the human alliance on the battlefield, and soldiers are being sacrificed every minute. Although this choice still carries considerable risk, he can no longer hesitate.

“Lord Charlemagne.” Leon turned to look at the Blood Baron.

Hearing the sound, Shaleman put down his blood sword; he had naturally overheard the conversation between the two.

The smug chuckle vanished, and the Bloodline Ruler silently nodded slightly to Leon, then raised his left hand, and the demonic blade on the ground flew into his palm with a clang.

He gripped the hilt tightly, and a mist of blood instantly rushed into it.

The next moment, an invisible decree spread outwards.

The countless howls of the dead throughout the mountains and rivers were instantly silenced, turning into complete stillness.

All that remained in his ears were the faint battle cries of the warriors in the living army, who seemed not to have reacted yet. Watching the horde of undead that blotted out the sky cease their fighting, Leon touched the demon soul stone wrapped around his waist and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Successful.

Finally, everything was stopped.
Leon shook his head, eager to find Olivia and Covis, and immediately spread his wings and took to the air.

Lohark sheathed his sword, climbed back onto the Deathclaw saddle, and immediately caught up with his companions.

The angel also took flight and caught up with them.

Hearing the wind whistling through the Winged Cave, Leon relaxed, but finally couldn't contain his curiosity and turned to the woman who looked exactly like an angel, asking:
"I haven't asked yet, madam, how should I address you?"

White wings accompanied Leon, whose head, hidden by a hood, tilted slightly.

“You can call me ‘Uriel,’ Lord Leon.”

(End of this chapter)