Transcendent Dawn

Dragon City.

At the original position of the city gate, a huge crater emerged, surrounded by charred ruins.

Broken bricks and wood splattered, interspersed with remains of human bodies.

This was a horrendously intense explosion scene.

The prestigious dragon doors of Dragon City had been blown into debris like this, and even the armed forces stationed above suffered massive casualties.

Humming!

Gran’s head was in a daze, accompanied by a severe ringing in his ears.

He looked up blankly, finally understanding what happened: ‘Yes … a wizard held the Duke’s token, claiming he had a method to break Dragon City’s defense!’

“What a… terrifying witchcraft!” Gran exclaimed.

Next to Gran, Rophis’s silver fighting Qi flickered all over his body, forming a protective layer outside his steel armor, making him look the most leisurely of all: “I’m afraid it’s not just witchcraft, but they have also set up something near the city gate… indeed, a feat only the Duke could achieve.”

“We should prepare to attack, but it’s best to gather the troops first.”

Gran looked around blankly.

He found that although they had been warned in advance and plugged their ears, very few were able to fully execute it. In addition, witnessing this miraculous spectacle, many soldiers from the northern land showed bewildered expressions, looking as if they were scared stiff.

Some militiamen were even screaming the Mother Goddess’s name while fleeing and were decapitated on the spot by the prepared knights of the North Territory.

“Charge! Charge!”

Duke Frank came to his senses sooner than Gran, roaring out orders.

Whoo!

The horn gave a low roar, and a large number of Northern troops were rushed towards Dragon City after its doors were blown open.

“Kill!”

A large number of knights served as pioneers, rushing into the breach on their horses, wielding heavy weapons in their hands, and knocking away soldiers who had reacted and wanted to compensate for their shortcomings.

Morale is what matters most in defending a city!

The very soldiers who had the mighty Dragon City as their fulcrum, creating a false feeling of security, were beyond despair when that feeling was shattered.

Despite their greater numbers, they were being forced to retreat continuously.

Furthermore, although the Northern Army was smaller in number, their men, living in harsh climates, were much larger in size, fiercely active, full of a kind of wildness.

“Fire arrows!”

Another group of soldiers surfaced. On the orders of the leading knight, they drew their bows and shot a ‘shower of arrows’ over the battlefield.

The fierce North Territory soldiers fell in large numbers, but for the official knights in heavy armor, this was nothing more than a drizzle.

With one charge, they reached before the archers, preparing to initiate a massacre.

“Stop them!”

At this moment, the Royal Knights wearing a layer of golden armor, rushed out shouting, and the two groups of Extraordinary People plunged into battle, causing the ordinary soldiers to continuously retreat.

On the entire battlefield, ordinary people had their own circle, and the Extraordinary People had their circle.

Even wizards found their own opponents, and various spells fluttered and crashed around chaotically.

“Court Chief Swordmaster – Edward Livingston?”

The silver fighting Qi flickered on Rophis, and he blocked Edward’s path: “I request an honor duel.”

“I recognize you… The Silver Hand of the North Territory, their most talented knight! Sir Rophis!”

Edward looked frivolous: “You are not my match.”

He had already reached the stage of transforming into the fourth tier, and his mastery of sword technique was incomparable to a barbarian of the North.

“Rank has never been the sole determinant of victory or defeat!”

Rophis roared in anger, thrusting his longsword. An intense silver Fighting Qi transformed into a beautiful white raven.

“But… it is the key to victory! Sword Technique·Lionmaster!”

Edward’s longsword trembled, with mixed gold and silver Fighting Qi appearing and turning into a lion. The blade became the claws of the lion.

Clang!

The two longswords collided, and the white raven and the lion fought, with both sides’ Fighting Qi continually depleting.

However, it was apparent that the Fighting Qi mixed with gold was more enduring than The Light of Silver.

“Sword Technique·Bloom!”

Edward struck again, countless sword tips emerged, like a giant flower blossoming in mid-air, enveloping Rophis within its reach.

Clang, clang, clang!

The Fighting Qi pierced Rophis’s protective aura and armor, leaving him drenched in blood.

“You’ve lost…”

Edward said calmly, without much joy.

“Indeed… I’m no true prodigy… I’ve lost…” Rophis gave a bitter laugh, suddenly raising his head: “But I haven’t been defeated because this is a war! I’m sorry…”

“Huh?”

Edward suddenly felt threatened and quickly retreated.

Phut, phut!

At his original landing point, thorns emerged like pythons, chasing him.

“Iron Curtain!”

His longsword brought forth a circular light, and the invasive vines collapsed.

Despite all of this, Edward did not exhibit much joy. Instead, he gazed at a cloaked figure who had abruptly appeared: “Erik, you’ve indeed betrayed the King!”

“I’m sorry, Edward. I have been loyal to another sovereign for quite some time, albeit only by a month before the King recruited me.”

Erik sighed, reciting a spell swiftly; a green radiance fell on Rophis, causing his wounds to heal rapidly.

“This secret spell can suppress your injuries and activate your potential but be careful not to lose your energy; otherwise, you will die!”

Erik then addressed Edward: “I’ve been eager to see for a while now what the outcome would be when your swordsmanship goes up against my witchcraft.”

The next moment, the fierce battle erupted once again.

The energy of spells and Fighting Qi overflowed, causing damage to the nearby buildings.

A long time later, atop the ruins…

Rophis, covered in blood and panting heavily, stood alongside Erik. Although Erik looked fine, his right arm was visibly missing.

“Did he run away?”

Rophis breathed a sigh of relief: “The mightiest one supporting the queen has finally admitted defeat.”

“Edward…he’s stronger than I thought, capable of taking us down with him, but he chose to retreat!”

Erik’s lips curled into a slight smile: “After all, his loyalty lies with the King, not the Queen…Besides, just a few years of transformation would make him a Gold Knight. He wouldn’t risk that.”

“So we’re fortunate then.”

Rophis fell silent for a moment: “By taking these steps, he’s fulfilled his duty as a vassal… So, are we going to the palace next? I guess there’s no second Edward in the depth of the royal family?”

“Rest assured, I am familiar with every one of the royal family’s moves… The passage of time and the constant wars have drained too many Marvels, even the legacy of the Dragon Rider has been damaged…Currently, the royal family should only have one war-related Marvel left, called ‘The Last Refuge’, which can put up a defensive barrier covering the palace, capable of defending against a fourth-tier attack… However, it can’t be maintained for too long, and it has no offensive power.”

Erik said: “The evil Kingslayer will surely be punished.”

“And us loyal dukes still want to find a relative with the closest bloodline to Terrin III to inherit the crown!”

Rophis grumbled in agreement.