Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 468 The End
He will repay them in kind!
"Well done!"

Li Wei's eyes burned with fighting spirit; instead of retreating, he advanced.

His aura was like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, his muscles bulging instantly.

The sounds of fists hitting flesh immediately rose and fell.

Fist against fist, foot against foot.

A contest of pure, unadulterated strength; a battle of extreme speed; a test of the most unpretentious defensive capabilities.

On one side are the twelve peerless saints from thousands of years ago, whose strength has stood the test of time; on the other side are the unconventional twin dragon knights of this era, absolute fierce warriors. The two sides should never have met, but fate brought them together here, giving this visually stunning battle a lot of epic color.

Sersney and Lagras glanced over and prepared to come over and lend a hand.

After all, Li Wei's loss brought them no benefit whatsoever.

So they arrived together, their momentum overwhelming.

Then they turned and left, looking utterly disheveled.

Seeing the figures in the building complex that were almost impossible to spot with the naked eye, the man and the dragon could only take a deep breath and retreat to hold them back. Their punches and kicks could easily tear through the air, and the resulting sonic booms easily shattered the surrounding buildings. The feeling of being hit was almost like facing a continuous barrage of meteorites.

They were dismayed to discover that even with their legendary strength, they were unable to join a battle of this caliber.

When did the legendary become so lowbrow?

Lagras kept scratching its head, ice shards falling from its hair. It wanted to join in, but remembering the big footprint on its rear and the scene of being sent flying backward, it gave up.

"Just watch the show. Anyway, with Li Wei around, it's none of our business." Sersney had already transformed into a human and was sitting on a rooftop, leisurely painting her long, thin nails with her legs crossed.

She had followed Li Wei for far longer than Lagras and knew that Li Wei was far from being serious; otherwise, if he were to strike with his sword, even the saints would be rendered useless.

However, she felt somewhat frustrated. Since she had already accepted becoming a dragon rider, she naturally wanted to contribute her share so that she could at least have a reputation for herself in the future.

But unexpectedly, it has now become a one-man show for Li Wei.

Looking at the dragon riders in history, who else has ever broken away from their dragon and fought enemies on equal terms? Li Wei is simply a unique case.

Could Lagrass say that he was purely after the Titan Diamond? If the Titan Diamond weren't still in Levi's hands, he would be happy to let them fight to the death.

It is obvious that to this day, no one can match the Lord in hand-to-hand combat, not even the saints.

Faced with the lord's unreasonable and immense strength, Pantuo was so angry that it almost vomited blood. It could clearly feel that its whole body was about to fall apart, but the opponent became more and more excited as it fought, showing no signs of fatigue at all.

Ego Saint hovered not far away, looking at his body that had been battered by Li Wei's fierce onslaught, his expression extremely complex.

The feeling was like watching someone splash ink on a flawless work of art that you've treasured your whole life and then smash it with a hammer.

With each heavy blow, he trembled slightly, as if he could feel the pure physical pain.

"Just use the divine spell Corona on Li Wei." Saint Igor finally couldn't help but say towards the battlefield with a hint of helplessness and heartache, "My body is completely immune to holy light, but this godlike being will definitely not be able to resist the power of holy light, and the only outcome will be complete purification."

Although I knew this was a necessary battle, watching my body being brutally beaten like this was an indescribable torment.

"Warm-up complete." Li Wei punched the handsome face in front of him, then grinned, revealing his white teeth, as he watched the massive body slam into the ground.

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and cast the spell almost without chanting.

hum!
The sky and earth suddenly lost their color.

It was not darkness that descended, but rather that it was replaced by a light that was pure to the extreme and domineering beyond question.

A "sun" formed from pure holy light appeared out of thin air above the ruins, so dazzling and warm.

This day of holy light radiates a purifying power that leaves no filth or evil untouched.

The light instantly pierced through the obscuring spell cast by Saint Ego, illuminating the entire battlefield in crystal clarity.

The priests inside the distant barrier instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes, tears welling up uncontrollably—not from sadness, but from the burning pain in their eyes caused by the pure, holy light.

An indescribable sense of awe and reverence welled up within them, as if they had witnessed a divine miracle.

This divine art is notoriously difficult, and only a handful of Templars in history have mastered it.

"No!"

From the depths of the pit, Pan Tuo let out a piercing, inhuman scream.

He had just struggled to his feet when he was instantly enveloped by this omnipresent holy light.

That feeling was a thousand times more painful than being thrown into boiling lava.

This is not burning flesh and blood, but directly purifying the very source of His existence, His soul.

Chi la la!
A thick, almost impenetrable blackish-gray smoke rose from Pan Tuo's body, accompanied by a chilling, intense burning sound.

The greyish-white death lines on the saint's body twisted and struggled wildly, trying to resist, but under the indiscriminate illumination of the corona, they melted and dissipated at a visible speed, like thin frost exposed to the midday sun.

Pantuo's tall body trembled and convulsed violently, every muscle twitching uncontrollably under the scorching holy light.

Within Him, the pure holy light of Saint Ego surged and revived under the resonance of the corona, like a soldier who had found his backbone, bursting forth from the depths of his marrow and from every cell, engaging in the most brutal strangulation with the death power injected by Pantuo.

The grayish-white soul fire in his eye sockets, symbolizing Pan Tuo's will, flickered violently like a candle in the wind, its light dimming at a visible speed.

But it wasn't over yet. This "Holy Sun" flew directly into the sky and forcibly dispelled the dark clouds that shrouded the city of Gonda. Pieces of sunlight, carrying holy light, poured down, illuminating every dark corner of Gonda.

As if sensing something, countless spirits looked up at the sky, then burst into flames, letting out mournful howls.

Golden light, like a tangible tide, surged and washed over the city ravaged by the undead.

The dark clouds were completely dispelled, and the long-awaited sunlight, mixed with pure holy light, warmly bathed the ruins and the remaining nobles outside Gonda. "Ho...ho ho..."

Throughout the city, countless wandering low-ranking undead, bathed in this holy light, wailed like burning paper figures before quickly turning to ashes.

Some of the more powerful undead struggled to hide in the shadows, but the holy light was all-pervasive, and their death power melted away like ice and snow, ultimately vanishing in futile roars.

For the first time, the chilling, deathly aura that had permeated the air above Gonda was completely swept away.

"It's... over?" Inside the barrier, a young priestess lowered her hand that had been shielding her from the light, her tear tracks still wet, her voice trembling with disbelief.

She gazed at the sacred "sun" above the ruins and at Li Wei, who was bathed in holy light like a god of war, her eyes filled with fervent worship and adoration.

"By the Holy Light...this is simply a miracle..." the cardinal murmured to himself, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

He never imagined that he would witness such pure and powerful holy light in his lifetime.

He purified the vast majority of the dead in Gonda with his own power. Such a feat could probably only have been accomplished in the glorious era when the saints lived.

“It’s over,” Fatil said softly, her face revealing her exhaustion.

Li Wei was actually trembling with excitement at this moment. The experience gained from purifying so many undead was simply unimaginable.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and he was eventually promoted, not far from the next upgrade.

However, in order to maintain his current imposing figure, he was in great pain from holding back his laughter, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

Before long, the small sun formed from the holy light in the sky slowly dissipated, leaving only the most basic sunlight to fall into the city of Gonda, making the entire city seem to be plated with a layer of golden light.

Li Wei stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at the saint's body lying motionless at the bottom.

It no longer possesses the ferocity of Pan Tuo, nor does it exude the aura of death. Although it is covered with terrifying scars left by battle, a restrained sense of holiness is faintly revealed from those scars.

The spirit of Saint Ego drifted over and landed beside his own body.

"Thanks, Li Wei." He looked at the battered body, his expression somewhat complicated, but he still had the leisure to make a joke: "It just looks a bit... well, a terrible sight."

"However, my body has extremely strong self-healing properties, and these injuries will gradually recover before long."

Li Wei's face didn't change much, but he felt somewhat embarrassed. He deliberately fought with the other party for a while longer in order to test how much he was different from the saints of thousands of years ago.

Fortunately, after comparing everything, he felt that if he disregarded the saints' extraordinary talents, even if the saints themselves crossed the river of time, they would be no match for him.

He looked up at the sky, where the sunlight had once again taken center stage, warmly illuminating the ruins that had just experienced a cataclysmic event.

……

Starting from High Cliff Fort, one must travel over a thousand miles southwest, traversing wilderness, before finally reaching the Gulflands under the jurisdiction of Gundar.

This is a small, fertile plain that has always belonged to each of Debe's kings. It is home to a series of bustling towns that surround the city of Gonda, with wide roads connecting them to Gonda.

Merchants, farmers, craftsmen, mercenaries, and adventurers come to Gonda City every day to make a living, but recently everyone has become extremely wary of this city.

They would warn all unsuspecting passersby never to enter Gundar, because it had become a terrifying city that devoured people without spitting out their bones, and no one who went in ever came out again.

Even when tens of thousands of militiamen gathered in various towns went in, it was like a stone thrown into the ocean without making a ripple.

When the troops from Gaoyabao arrived here, they not only ignored the advice but also quickened their march.

Gonda, which had become terrifying to the general public, was precisely the destination of the High Cliff Fortress troops.

Compared to the general public who could only vaguely sense what earth-shattering events had occurred in Gonda City, the people of High Cliff Fortress knew clearly that it had now become almost a kingdom of the dead.

What outsiders perceive as hell is, to them, merely a segment of a long journey, utterly insignificant.

The soldiers of Gaoyabao simply pulled down the brims of their military caps and, under the astonished gazes of the townspeople, silently and orderly made their way through the wind and snow.

"Where did this powerful army come from? They're incredibly elite. Just now, one of the orc warriors glanced at me, and I felt like my neck wasn't even mine anymore," a town guard said, touching his neck with lingering fear.

"That's nothing. The centaur and jackal leader are the real ruthless characters. I feel like I could only last ten moves against them at most." An old mercenary with one eye was trembling as he touched his cross-shaped sword.

“I saw their banners! These are soldiers under Lord Levy, the lord of High Cliffs!” a young knight exclaimed excitedly. This knight was clearly an expert on High Cliffs and knew the composition of the High Cliffs' personnel extremely well. “Those centaurs and gnolls must be Gus the Wind Stomp and Hogg the Ripper. I heard that Gus’s broadsword weighs over a hundred pounds, and Hogg can slice off a troll’s neck with one stroke.”

These words drew gasps of surprise from the onlookers.
The one-eyed old mercenary hurriedly covered his face and fled the place. So when everyone remembered the fierce man who could withstand ten moves, they turned around and found that he had already disappeared.

One mile outside Gundar, the griffin banners on the walls of this magnificent city, shrouded in clouds, were already clearly visible.

"The snow has stopped."

Suddenly, Hogg stopped the dire wolf beneath him, stretched out his palm, and not a single snowflake fell on it.

After they set off from the wilderness, the heavy snow never stopped. Along the way, several vassal rabbit-people even got stuck in the snowdrifts. If it weren't for a barbarian urinating there, no one would have known that someone had fallen behind.

The reason for this discovery was that the barbarian noticed the snow hadn't melted from his hot urine. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a rabbit-person with snow-white fur.

And now, the snow has stopped falling from the sky.

"The sun is out!"

One of the vassals exclaimed in surprise, and everyone looked up at the sky.

As if to prove its point, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and a "small sun" appeared above the city of Gonda, shining brightly alongside the large sun in the sky.

This situation not only delighted the vassal tribes, but also relieved the warriors of High Cliff Fortress. Even though their physiques were superior to ordinary people, the continuous heavy snow ultimately cast a shadow over their mood.

Only Hogg and Gus exchanged a glance, convinced that this must have been their boss's doing, and immediately ordered the whole team to speed up.

(End of this chapter)