The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

Chapter 331 A Clash of Kings

"Boom—Boom—Boom!"

The sound of explosions was endless.

Originally returning to reinforce their base, the Blue Lions, having lost their objective, launched an attack on the Black Eagles' position without hesitation.

Edel chose to set up camp on the spot and wait for the enemy to tire themselves out because she knew that no matter what traps lay ahead, Dimir would be able to overcome them with his proud strength.

And that's exactly what Dimir did.

The mount beneath him had long since vanished in the process of resisting the impact of the explosion.

However, by physically setting up traps, he cleared the crucial path for the Blue Lions to storm the Black Eagles' camp.

Dimir made a gesture, and the last twelve people following him dispersed and went their separate ways.

Compared to those imperial nobles who, despite their considerable strength, always retreated to the rear to command when victory was clearly in sight.

The people of the Kingdom of Fargas, whether they are descendants of the royal family or noble lords holding fiefdoms, will always take the lead and stand in a position where their subordinates can see them.

Mounted, they are the most elite knights; dismounted, they are the most experienced scouts.

As long as there are no sneak attacks from behind, half of the Black Eagles' class force is enough to defeat them.

Although the Black Eagles have more members, many of their guards, who are truly skilled in direct combat, were lost during the previous attack on Sylvan. Now they can only rely on puppets to fill the gaps in the front line.

But how could these puppets possibly stop the carefully selected elite Blue Lions? The battle lines continued to advance towards the Black Eagles' camp.

Dimir did not intervene in the battle in the forest, but instead led his adjutant and walked openly toward the main gate of the Black Vulture camp.

He took the javelin handed to him by Du Du, and with a single throw, he blasted a large hole in the magically reinforced camp gate, revealing the Black Vultures who were on high alert.

"Edel!" Dimir declared, raising his gun. "Use whatever means you have left. The victory in this Griffin Battle will ultimately be taken by the Blue Lions."

Just as Adele was about to reply, she heard a loud "boom" and a three-story earthen fortress rose from the ground.

"Edel, I've come to help you as promised!"

Chlorie poked her head out, took a Blue Lion member with a powerful bow, and greeted the other two prefects.

"Oh, thank you so much."

Adele's lips twitched slightly.

How could this woman be so shameless?

He had just dismissed his adjutant, and now he dared to show up in front of him like this.

However, with a formidable enemy at hand, he couldn't directly turn against them, otherwise he would be pushing Chlorie completely toward the Blue Lions.

Although it was unclear how the other party did it, Chlorie's "resurrection" did make Dimiri feel like he had been tricked.

The constant barrage of attacks from behind caused the Blue Lions' situation to deteriorate rapidly.

Realizing that their arrows wouldn't do much damage to Dimir, the Golden Deer members turned their attacks on the rest of the Blue Lions.

"Du Du".

Knowing he couldn't stand idly by, Dimir gave instructions to the only guard who remained by his side.

"My subordinate is here."

"I entrust my back to you."

"...Understood."

Dudu bowed to Dimirli, then turned his back on his lord and charged into battle.

Despite being clad in heavy armor, he moved with incredible speed, crashing into the earthen fortress like a war chariot.

Those who saw through his intentions turned their fire on the burly man, but he blocked them all by waving his shield.

Even the arrows shot by Chlorie herself only struck Dudu's giant shield, failing to stop it in the slightest.

Dudu deflected the arrows off his shield and, like a charging bull, rammed his body into the wall of the earthen fortress.

The annoying rain of arrows finally stopped.

......

As Dudu rushed toward the earthen fortress, Dimirli also made his move.

He knew that only by quickly defeating Edel could the battle of the Griffins come to an end.

"You're trying to be a hero without even bringing your own personal attendants, Dimir?"

Edel seemed to be mocking Dimily's overestimation of his abilities.

"And where is your adjutant?"

Dimily's unintentional remark was nothing short of rubbing salt into Edel's wounds.

“That is the prince of the Kingdom of Fagas, the first heir to the throne. Defeating him here will be the glory of your entire lives.”

Edel wouldn't talk to Dimily about chivalry.

The four axe guards beside her were her trusted subordinates whom she had trained since childhood, and who had enrolled in St. Freya Academy with Edel.

For two years, they kept a low profile, all for this moment to give Dimirli a surprise.

"kill!"

The four of them stepped forward together, their bodies constantly flashing with the holy white light of magic.

"Well done!"

Despite being outnumbered five to one, neither side felt there was anything wrong with it.

The steel spear danced in Dimirli's hands, leaving afterimages. Not only were his attacks so fast that they were dazzling, but even a casual strike contained the heavy force to split rocks and shatter monuments.

But whenever he tries to finish off his opponent, another person will risk injury to help delay him.

This was not a fair fighting arena; the four axe guards managed to hold off Dimiri with their perfect teamwork.

"Wow!"

A blazing wall of fire rose from the ground, instantly enveloping the five people.

The sudden rise in temperature made the steel spear in Dimirli's hand become hot to the touch.

Even though he hadn't wavered in the face of the fierce battles, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead from the high temperature.

The heavily armored axe guards, however, seemed completely oblivious to the raging flames.

"They're quite well-prepared, with armor that can withstand the elements and has fire resistance."

Dimir decisively tore off his cloak.

Rather than waiting for it to be consumed by flames and affect its movement, it's better to eliminate it in advance.

The cloak, clearly made of high-quality material, was torn in two pieces by Dimir and wrapped around his hands.

"No amount of preparation is too much when it comes to dealing with you."

Edel pulled a scroll from her chest and tore it open with one hand.

Suddenly, a powerful whirlwind rushed straight towards Dimir.

The whirlwind grew increasingly violent, and the moment it collided with the wall of fire, the two miraculously merged together, transforming into an extremely violent fire tornado.

Even the Axe Guards, who had made thorough preparations, found it difficult to move under the whirlwind of flames, let alone the unsuspecting Dimirli.

Edel narrowed her eyes and poured her remaining magic into the wall of fire without reservation.

Despite the howling wind, the sound of weapons striking each other still penetrated the storm barrier and reached her ears.

"Bang!!!"

A violent impact originating from within, like a volcanic eruption, tore the raging tornado to shreds.

But all that appeared behind him was Dimir's disheveled figure.

He looked extremely disheveled, his clothes were torn and tattered, and his once-proud, strong body was covered in wounds.

All the injuries I sustained in yesterday's ring battle combined are less than one-tenth of what I'm suffering now.

In exchange, there were no longer any obstacles between Dimir and Edel.

"The troublesome grunts are gone, now it's time for generals to face off."

"It is Dimirli," Dimirli said in a deep voice.

“No,” Edel shook her head gently, slowly pulling up the Basara Axe at her feet, “this is a contest between kings.”

Second-year top student versus third-year top student.

The fateful duel between the Black Vulture and the Blue Lion has come to an end.

Chapter 332 The Final Chapter of the Battle of the Griffins

A true champion may not fear powerful enemies, but he must also be wary of arrows from behind.

Dudu was born for this purpose.

"boom!"

The narrow passageways inside the earthen fortress made it difficult for any long weapon to be used effectively.

But this did not prevent Du Du from using his shield to blast the Golden Deer students who were blocking his way into white light.

Schuster's final counterattack inflicted considerable losses on the Golden Deer class. Combined with those previously defeated by Dimir, the only ones left to stay with Chlorie were a squad of archers.

No matter how many of these things there are, they will never be a match for Dudu.

"Boom!"

Another wall was shattered by Du Du's punch, and the Golden Deer student who was blasted away turned into white light before he even hit the ground.

Only two people remained inside the entire earthen fortress.

"Phew, thank goodness this earthen fortress is made of heraldry, otherwise we would all be buried alive by what you just did."

The last stretch leading to the top of the fortress was mostly blocked by a sudden shadow.

Kurori looked at the burly man who had single-handedly fought his way to her and couldn't help but sigh.

"Clowley, you shouldn't have bothered Princess Dimir."

Despite being two heads taller than his opponent, Du Du had to look up at him because of the terrain.

"This is not a disturbance, but... the way of survival for the Golden Deer."

Just as Chlorie was about to say something more, she was interrupted by Dudu.

“But it’s not mine,” Dudu said, striking a boxing stance. “My life has long belonged to Prince Dimirli.”

Empire, Kingdom, Allied Power.

From sharing a common hatred to fighting each other, from being sworn enemies to being inseparable.

The entanglements of grudges and grievances have long since transcended the power of reason to explain.

Dudu knew he was bad at talking and couldn't win an argument, but he remembered that Prince Dimiri had said that Chlorie's words could bewitch people.

So before she could say anything more, I tore her mouth apart.

“...Yes,” Chlorie gave a bitter smile, “Only those who survive have the right to talk about understanding.”

Before Chlorie could finish speaking, and without any mercy, Dudu's gleaming gauntlets struck Chlorie's face.

"Pfft."

A spiritual sword, however, pierced Du Du's chest before his fist could reach it.

"I also have reasons why I can't lose," Chlorie murmured.

Who would have thought that Chloe, the best archer in the academy, also had a hidden talent for swordsmanship?

-----------------

"Hahaha, good!"

The majesty of a lion is never diminished by its wounds.