Amber Sword

About a few seconds later, a bright fireball rose from that direction.

But at that exact moment.

The thick clouds in the sky suddenly moved slightly, swirling towards a direction, and at the center of the vortex, a golden red light glowed — ’Boom!’ With a loud bang, a fiery red beam fell from the sky. Like a sharp red sword piercing straight into ’Fury’ Adgar’s head, it penetrated instantly, pinning it to the ground.

The storm at the center of the battlefield suddenly froze.

In the wind and rain, there seemed to be a faint sigh. Then, in a blink of an eye, countless lightning spread out from ’Adgar’s body, tearing it apart, turning it into mist that dispersed in the storm.

Then, everyone on the battlefield saw a tall knight in a long cloak emerge from the lightning and draw his longsword.

He was the Deputy Commander of the Holy Temple Knights, Williams of the Golden Flame Sword.

The Northern Alliance let out a cheer.

It echoed throughout.

...

The Deputy Commander of the Holy Temple Knights, Williams, calmly observed the mass of ants on the ground, his face devoid of any extra expression, with golden law threads encircling his long cloak, his eyes transformed into a golden hue.

He rested his hand on the longsword, looking down, the rain strands disintegrating into white smoke within three feet of his body, blending back into the surrounding rain.

He did not speak.

The ground soon fell silent, after the Storm Element Adgar dissipated, only embers remained on the ground from the explosion, the small wind elements scattered and escaped, and no one thought to keep them.

Williams soon spotted a little girl dressed in silver amidst the forest.

At that moment, Princess Griffith also saw him. The girl stood tall among the rain, her face pale, her silver eyes reflecting a hint of rain, but within they held a brilliance brighter than before, as if a fierce flame was burning.

At that moment, Williams felt a momentary illusion, as if seeing those impossibly bright eyes again. But he shook his head, laughed at himself.

"Little princess, I give you a chance to lead your followers out to surrender, and I can spare your lives." Williams spoke softly, but his voice seemed to spread throughout the battlefield, allowing every soldier present to hear clearly.

"How can you do this?!" Princess Griffith clenched her fists tightly and gritted her teeth: "You swore before the sacred oath, what did that oath say? You said you would fairly treat each country under the Holy Temple, but today, all I see is the Flame Temple belonging to the Cruz people..."

"If one day the Flame Temple betrays everyone, wouldn’t it fear being betrayed by everyone in return?"

Brand saw her hands trembling slightly.

Williams did not speak, not even bothering to find an excuse. He replied flatly: "Is this your answer then, Princess? Unfortunately, no matter what you say, it won’t change the fact that you must be on the losing side today."

"Because this is the Will of the Temple."

Princess Griffith suddenly froze as if struck by lightning, her silver eyes written with anger and grief.

Williams glanced at her, shook his head disdainfully: "Princess, either surrender or let them bury alongside you."

"You have only half a minute to consider."

The voice shook the mountains.

...

Gray Sword Saint Mephisto carried his longsword and suddenly stopped, raising his head to see a golden red door open not far ahead, from which an elder wearing a Chief Priest robe walked out.

Then nine more light doors opened beside him, and nine Holy Temple Knights emerged one by one.

A circle of people directly surrounded him.

Mephisto found it somewhat amusing: "Having just dealt with one Chief Priest, now comes another, the high-level priests of the Flame Temple are more abundant than dogs."

This glaring sarcasm did not anger Wood; the elder instead gave a slight smile: "You don’t need to show off the radiant deed of Merkros to me, but your leisurely pace doesn’t worry about that little guy being taken out by Williams?"

Mephisto glanced at him with irritation: "If I said I was worried, would you make way?"

"Sorry, that won’t happen."