Amber Sword

He drew his sword.

Karen also tightened his grip on his sword.

"Listen to my command——!"

"White Lion Battle Technique!" Amidst the pouring rain, two commands were shouted simultaneously. Caglis had anticipated this, but Karen felt as if an arrow had struck his heart.

Before him, the unfamiliar yet familiar army suddenly accelerated.

Though the heavy armor dragged on the ground and the great sword accompanied, everyone emitted a terrifying momentum like galloping horses—the earth trembled, and along the long street, the corner of each green stone slab slightly lifted.

’Infantry Knights.’

Karen’s palms were already pale. Those were the legendary Infantry Knights, the green wind swirling around the White Lion Armor of the opponents; such forging technology had been lost to the White Lion Legion after the Battle of Erune. It was the core technology contained within the Wind Queen Half Armor, allowing a set of heavy armor to be as agile as light armor through secret technique.

All were magic armors.

The soldiers of the White Lion Legion felt oppressed; since the Holy War, or rather, in the past two centuries, where in Erune was there any such army? But the key was their unstoppable momentum; the two legions were almost identical.

If there was any difference, it was that there seemed to be a persistence on the opponents that they lacked. From them, one could see the pride and glory of being soldiers, but in the shining eyes beneath their masks, there was something they had never seen.

Persistence.

And pursuit.

The two armies were only a line apart; the veteran soldiers of the White Lion Legion never feared, yet they felt a hint of shame—outnumbering was not where the honor of the White Lion Legion lay. However, this did not prevent them from raising their swords, steadfast and unimpeded.

It was the experience gained from hundreds of battles that supported their cold and steady response to any unexpected situation.

But unexpectedness truly occurred.

Only ten meters left.

The White Lion Guard in heavy armor Charge collectively raised their two-handed greatswords—these swords were five feet long, a palm wide, with the lion heart imprint on the guard and three claw marks on the blade—the legendary Lion Sword. But Karen saw the blade in each opponent’s hand faintly light up.

"Not good..." A foreboding thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Quick, dodge—" The Knight Commander tried to salvage everything at the last moment, but unfortunately, it was a bit late. Caglis and his White Lion Guard suddenly swerved their great swords in the rain, slashing uniformly.

Uniformly slashing.

Like a round moon, water spray flew off the sword, forming a forward-expanding water curtain on the long street.

In the water curtain, white lights faintly flashed.

Like a perfect arc.

The arc moved forward, spanning nearly ten meters, as if shimmering waves.

The soldiers of the fourth formation, the first line of the White Lion Legion seemed to hit an invisible wall and fell to the ground simultaneously. Instantly, the sound of agonizing screams erupted—a splash of blood dyed the rain’s color, and quickly dispersed the blood stains along the long street, staining the stone slabs with a blood-like hue.

"White Crow Swordsmanship, impossible..."

"No, earlier than that... This should be..."

"Wind Queen Swordsmanship, White Lion’s Teeth..." Karen was disheartened.

An array of uniform sounds, the White Lion Guard sheathed their great swords, the whole legion like one seamless entity. At that moment, layers of history and countless images overlapped like fragmented memories before the White Lion Legion.

The past, the present, legends, stories, glory, victories, and defeats—all these memories flowed gently in their hearts like a serene river.

That was the White Lion Legion.

But this name no longer belonged to them.

As if a grand voice amidst heaven and earth said, "Today, I will seize your laurels, for you have diverged from the path of radiance——"

It was the voice of Former King Ai Ke.

At this very moment.

Suddenly, Caglis raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief. Indeed, everyone present paused their actions in an instant; the air seemed filled with some heavy pressure, even the flow of wind and water grew dense.

Everyone felt a tremendous pressure.

And the resonant sound within their bodies.

Sword and oath.

Resonated.

With a thunderous sound, Foster saw a golden beam of light shoot skyward from that radiant flag. Just moments later, another light beam rose from the east.

Two beams, echoing in the morning sky.

Foster remained silent for a long time, for he knew——

That was the Lion’s Heart Holy Sword.

Eck’s sword.

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