"Rebellious son! Traitor! Damn you!" The roar was like thunder and fire, exploding in the hall.

"Come here, capture him for me!"

After the order was given, the guards present suppressed their fear and stepped forward with their weapons, approaching the eldest son of the griffin.

"I'm sorry, Lord Jelann." Although it was not a good thing to offend the eldest son of the Griffin family, if he did not take action at this moment, he would probably be killed on the spot by the Griffin Duke.

In response, Jelann remained motionless, his eyes still fixed on his furious father, as if he wanted to remember this ugly appearance clearly. Before the guards approached, several of the accompanying knights had already drawn their swords and protected Jelann in the middle.

Seeing that Jelann refused to surrender and was still resisting, another wave of anger surged into the old Griffin Duke's heart, almost swallowing him up.

He suddenly pulled out the family's inherited sword from his waist, and the snow-white sword light suddenly poured out. A colorless stream of light spread in the hall, faintly emitting powerful magic and that unique majesty.

[Griffin Azshara] (Holy Creation): At the end of the 'Sun of the Wings of God', a holy creation forged using fragments of the Crown of God, possessing partial powers.

Attribute: Element-Radiance

field:

[Majestic Scene] (shakes the soul and consciousness, causing creatures facing this object to fear and submit)

[Blazing Wings] (Blazing light transforms into impact and wings, tearing through the sky)

Several generals and nobles who were originally watching in the hall also became panicked at this moment. They wanted to draw their swords to express their opinions, but they were afraid that this would spoil the mood of this lord.

“Get out of the way!”

The old Griffin Duke held the sword in both hands, and the incandescent light flowed on the sword body, like boiling molten iron. Just looking at it from the side, one felt a suffocating feeling of burning, as if one was in a furnace and the body was about to burn.

Under pressure from the horrific heat waves that kept coming, the servants and other personnel in the hall kept retreating to make way, and the old Duke of Griffin also approached Jelann step by step.

The air was distorted by the heat wave, and the face of Jelann in the sight was shaking. As the incandescent blade approached, the firelight reflected on his face, and sparks began to float on his hair and eyebrows.

"Rebellious son!" With a roar, the incandescent sword slashed down from above, and the dazzling flames were instantly suppressed.

The crowd, who had long been forced back by the waves of fire, felt their hearts skip a beat when they heard the thunder-like roar, and they almost fell. Only after the sound died down did they dare to open their eyes and look for the scene in the hall from the white-hot flames.

At this moment, an astonishing scene was taking place in the hall. A father and a son were holding swords and were deadlocked in the hall. They were evenly matched.

Jelann, who was originally thought to have been chopped and burned to death by the holy sword, was completely unharmed. He was holding an equally exquisite long sword, holding it tightly in his hand, blocking the slashing blazing holy sword.

The hilt of the sword, which was an interlaced of azure and gold, was clearly visible in the glow of the fire. Pale golden ripples continuously flowed on the sharp and tough sword body, dissolving and extinguishing the blazing white flames at the point of contact.

Jelann himself seemed to be wrapped in a colorless transparent air shield. The pressing and attacking white-hot flames were dispersed into strands of boiling air currents under the resistance and rotation of the air shield, overflowing to the sides and back, hitting the walls, floor, and ceiling of the hall. Everything it touched burned and melted. Some stone parts actually softened slowly and flowed like incandescent liquid.

"you!"

Seeing that this rebellious son actually dared to resist and actually managed to block it, the old Griffin Duke became even more furious. He increased the power he poured in again, and the secret method recorded in the family continued to operate, making the holy sword in his hand shine more and more brightly, like a small sun rising in this hall.

"Bang!"

Everyone in the Griffin Territory was startled by a loud noise, and then they saw a large flame coming out of the white castle on the mountainside. Even though it was daytime, there was a hot wind blowing, which made people's hair stand on end and they were extremely surprised.

"That is..."

Some people were still wondering what had happened when they heard a low, mournful horn sound, and then the bells on the top of the castle tower rang continuously, spreading out in all directions.

"Griffins..."

When the ancient horn sounded, its sound continued to echo through the mountains and valleys, spreading among the mountains.

Soon people saw strong and ferocious griffins with wings on their backs flying out from the mountains. Knights wearing armor and holding lightning spears, riding griffins, gathered one after another and circled towards the castle.

"boom!"

The castle gate, which was usually tightly closed, collapsed with a loud bang as if hit by a giant beast. The extremely heavy door panels and iron fences raised a large amount of dust and smoke on the ground.

Afterwards, a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats rang out in the dust and fog, and then a group of fully armed knights rode out and galloped down the mountain.

Looking at the warhorse covered with armor plates, the large round shield with a lion's head, and the classical lance that swayed constantly as the warhorse galloped, everyone immediately recognized that this was the White Lion Knight of the Griffin family.

Before the nobles and commoners of the Griffin Territory could figure out what was happening, a roar of fear came from the castle. Several generals in armor and cloaks rode out on horseback, holding up their military orders and swords, and announced loudly.

"Everyone! Immediately pursue the traitor Jerran of the Griffin family and kill him without mercy!"

"I repeat, everyone! Pursue the traitor Jerran immediately. He is no longer the heir to the Griffin family. He is a traitor who attempted to kill his father. Kill him without mercy!"

"Catch him, kill him!" The roar echoed in the mountains and spread to the sky.

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