I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 49: Dawn's Great Victory!

Looking at Ian, whose face was calm and indifferent, not even deigning to cast a glance at the Mind Flayer commander on the ground, Lyall finally realized the difference between an ordinary show-off and a true 'King of Showing Off'.

However, it was all too late. The Mind Flayer commander was already dead.

After a brief silence, Lyall was overwhelmed by a strong sense of shock and disbelief.

For a moment, Lyall even suspected that their young master Ian had been replaced.

As an old member of the Forbes family, Lyall had watched Ian grow up.

Although called a butler, his relationship with old Forbes was as close as brothers, more like family.

As the only heir to the Forbes family, old Forbes and Lyall had high hopes for Ian, starting from when Ian could walk.

Lyall taught Ian the way of the knight and swordsmanship.

But Ian's talent, to put it mildly, was a complete disaster.

His poor swordsmanship talent had been with Ian for over a decade.

Lyall had long given up hope for Ian's way of the sword.

But now, what did he see?

His young master Ian, who could turn swordsmanship into a dance, had actually unleashed such an earth-shattering, tear-inducing sword strike?

Swift as thunder, moving like a ghost.

Lyall couldn't help but recall Ian's flattery of old Forbes' swordsmanship.

"A glimmer of cold light arrives first, followed by the dragon-like sword!"

This scene, applied to Ian just now, was even more fitting!

That thunderous sword strike was enough to make any knight skilled in swordsmanship feel inferior.

That was the real sword!

No fancy moves or techniques, just that extremely fast sword.

If it doesn't come out, it's fine, but if it does, it will surely kill!

This seems to violate the current trend in the Rodri Continent of pursuing sword aura and flashy moves.

But on closer thought, isn't that how battles should be?

Why use a second strike if you can kill the enemy with one?

This is pure, sure-kill swordsmanship, but…

When did Ian learn this technique?

Don't even mention a sudden enlightenment from the swordsmanship he taught Ian.

To put it bluntly, even old Forbes, the recognized number one sword knight of the Principality of Bilka, didn't have this level of swordsmanship.

However, Lyall wasn't surprised that Ian could easily kill the Mind Flayer commander.

He clearly remembered Ian saying that there would still be some of that physique on the Rodri Continent.

Based on this alone, with the Demon King not appearing, Ian was invincible.

Not to mention that Ian wasn't without equipment; on the contrary, Ian's equipment was even more terrifying.

A full set of enchanted diamond armor. If the Mind Flayer commander had struck Ian just now,

At most, Ian would have taken a step back, and the Mind Flayer commander would have been instantly killed by the reflected damage.

So, it can be said…

The Mind Flayer commander's "wisdom" had once again harmed him. This time, the price he paid was his life.

"Ian… Your Holiness! Are you alright?"

Lyall suppressed his excitement and agitation, stepped forward, avoided the gazes of Uriel and others, and looked at Ian with eager and longing eyes.

He guessed that if the situation allowed, he would want to spar with Ian right now.

Ian understood and gave Lyall a look of reassurance.

Then, he chuckled and asked:

"What could happen to me? Dawn is always shining on me…"

Uriel and Haniya and the other winged people finally came back to their senses and had no time to pay attention to the victory below.

They rushed forward, carefully examined Ian, and noticed that he didn't even wrinkle his clothes.

The next moment, Uriel knelt heavily on the ground, kowtowing at Ian's feet with a face full of shame.

"Your subordinate's protection was inadequate, actually allowing His Holiness to be in danger. Please punish me, Your Holiness!"

Ian smiled and helped Uriel up. This strong man was more than a head taller than him, but right now, he was trying his best to bend over and always stay lower than Ian.

"Things happened suddenly, and his strength was not weak. It's normal that you couldn't react. If you truly feel guilty, then under the light of dawn, strive to become stronger."

"Yes! Your Holiness!"

Uriel looked at Ian with a face full of emotion.

"Your kindness and generosity are as great as the dawn, like a father and like a selfless Lord! Thank you for your forgiveness!"

"If such a thing happens again in the future, your subordinate will surely atone with death!"

After saying that, Uriel glared fiercely at the Mind Flayer commander's corpse on the ground.

"Zuo Liege! Throw this filthy demon down! Leave him exposed in the wilderness as a warning to others!"

But before that winged man could act, Ian raised his hand to stop him.

"Before leaving the city, I promised the Dawn citizens of Blackwater City that I would bring them back a great victory."

"This Mind Flayer commander's corpse is the best trophy. Let's keep it for now."

"Take it back and hang it above the city. In the future, anyone who opposes my Dawn will become dust under the Dawn Divine Church's monument of merit!"

Uriel suddenly understood and quickly said:

"Your Holiness has great foresight; your subordinate is far from reaching that level!"

"Alright, stop flattering me."

Ian faced the crowd, and the golden scepter appeared in his hand once again, exuding holiness.

"The war is over, and we have achieved a great victory. At this time, there is no need to focus on the demons."

Hearing this, the winged people finally came back to their senses and glanced at each other, slightly dazed.

The next moment, cheers soared into the sky.

"We have won!"

"We have defeated the demon army!"

"Dawn is above! Your Holiness is above! Under your kindness and majesty, we have defeated an incredible enemy!"

"Long live Dawn!"

Soon, the cheers turned into praise for Dawn.

The winged people are quite cultured, at least not like Markov, who was asked to think of his own exclusive prayer.

This guy racked his brains all night and finally said to Ian, "Dawn! So awesome!"

The winged people's praise for Dawn was still very elegant, and of course, the exaggeration was also top-notch.

Ian listened for a few sentences and then stopped paying attention.

Standing on the edge of the sky island, he looked down at Lesia and the others who were also cheering below.

For them, this was an incredible victory. Most importantly, Lesia and the other maids who had never fought demons before,

Also promoted the might of Dawn in this battle.

Momentum, this mysterious and profound thing, had already emerged in Lesia and the others.

The Holy Sisters team of the Dawn Divine Church began to set off.

"There will be a day…"

Suddenly, Ian spoke softly, his voice so low that only Lyall beside him could hear.

"There will be a day when I will make the Hundred Races Alliance cheer like this on the lands of the Far East."

"Of course, before that day arrives, the Hundred Races Alliance must first become children of Dawn."

Lyall pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes looking at Ian, already filled with the same faith and respect as other believers.

"Of course, you will definitely do it, young master Ian."

Only because you are our great and benevolent God of Dawn!