The knights of the Ninth Knights below witnessed their commander being executed in public. As if struck by an invisible hammer, their charge suddenly halted, and they let out a grief-stricken roar.
Count Ferdinand's eyes held a complex mix of shock at Alfonso's sword strike and indifference towards Harrington's self-inflicted wound.
Many more orc veterans, especially those who had experienced the assassination attempt that shook the orc royal court nearly ten years ago, felt a deep-seated, almost forgotten fear grip them as they looked at the figure in the sky, his silver armor stained with blood and his sword held high.
"It's...it's him! The Judge of the Holy Light! He's back!" an orc veteran screamed, his voice filled with unspeakable terror.
Back then, it was this very human, just beginning to reach a high level, who, in the royal court, with equally ruthless and precise swordsmanship, pierced through that church traitor who betrayed the Holy Light and sided with the orc royal court!
That scene is so similar to today!
Just as Harrington's life was about to end, a sudden change occurred!
The overwhelming resentment and death aura accumulated to their peak on the battlefield due to the fierce fighting and the Enlightenment Society's magic array, as well as the pure legendary holy light power emanating from Harrington's body that had lost its master's control, had not dissipated.
Instead, as if drawn by some supreme law, they transformed into two torrents.
A surge of pitch-black energy, churning with resentment and pain.
A heat as intense as the sun, yet imbued with unparalleled purity.
They surged wildly toward Alfonso, who stood high in the air holding his sword!
The blazing torrent and the pitch-black torrent merged and completely devoured and assimilated each other!
Buzz—!
Alfonso's silver armor burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling light!
The silver light was no longer the cold metallic luster, but a legendary radiance containing a kind of sacred majesty and the will of judgment!
A vast and majestic, terrifying pressure, almost tangible, erupted from him, instantly sweeping across the entire Blackwater Shallows battlefield!
The heavy miasma of death in the sky was forcibly pushed aside by this oppressive force, revealing the dim, yellow sky!
Everyone in the melee below, whether human knights, orc warriors, or gray-clad golems, froze, as if pressed down by an invisible mountain, making even breathing difficult!
legend!
After executing the traitor Harrington, in the heart of the battlefield, with the blood and resentment of his enemies and the light of his comrades as a sacrifice, Alfonso Lin finally completed his own demanding and sacred legendary advancement ceremony.
He officially crossed that insurmountable barrier and entered the ranks of the strongest in the world!
Armored in silver, he was like a god, his imposing presence dominating the battlefield!
General Kargas's crimson pupils contracted violently, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped by cold iron clamps.
The image of his ally Harrington being publicly executed was still vivid in his mind; the scene of that simple longsword piercing through the legendary holy flame and shattering the holy light sword was imprinted deep in his soul with unparalleled impact.
At this moment, the legendary holy light aura emanating from the opponent, which had just stabilized but was far purer and colder than Harrington's, was like a death knell announcing death!
"Walk!"
Kargath squeezed out a single word through clenched teeth, his voice carrying an unprecedented resolve and a barely perceptible tremor.
He knew he couldn't hesitate any longer.
Although the Ninth Order was thrown into chaos by Harrington's death, Alfonso's Thirteenth Order was like a drawn silver blade, its sharpness fully revealed.
Add to that Ferdinand's menacing Eleventh Knights, and the ever-spreading, madly rampant Grey Tide of the Enlightenment Society... If we leave, the last elite of the orcs will surely perish here!
He slammed his fist into his chest, spitting out a mouthful of scalding blood essence imbued with rich totem power.
Beside them, the cold shaman and the silent legendary hunter did not hesitate and also forced out their own essence blood using secret techniques.
Three legendary streams of energy, exuding a violent, sinister, and sharp aura, converged in the air, instantly stirring up a magical upheaval in the world.
"Ancient ancestral spirits, heed the call of your descendants! With our blood as our guide, let us carve open the door to life!"
Kargath roared in the ancient Orcish language, and the three of them joined hands to form hand seals. The immense power of their blood and qi, mixed with the remaining power of their totem faith, was frantically poured into the void beneath their feet.
A massive teleportation array, composed of crimson runes and phantom images of beast bones, suddenly lit up, covering the less than half of the wounded orc army below.
Buzz—!
Space twisted violently, and blinding blood-red light shot into the sky, instantly engulfing the remaining orc warriors along with the three legendary figures.
As the light faded, only a huge crater reeking of burning remained, along with the remains of several gray-clad puppets torn apart by spatial forces at the crater's edge.
The once noisy orc camp instantly became deathly silent, leaving only the lingering smoke and the thick smell of blood.
And those grey-clad men and the grey-white orcs they had mutated, who had lost their target and could only turn to the Holy Knights of the Holy Light Church, stood frozen in place, like decaying sculptures.
The battlefield situation became clear in an instant; it seemed that the Church of Holy Light had won the great battle.
High in the sky, Alfonso Lin slowly opened his eyes.
The coldness that once filled those eyes had been replaced by a deeper, more majestic silver light, as if it contained the most primal judgmental will of holy light.
He didn't look in the direction the orcs had disappeared; his gaze, like a cold searchlight, swept across the desolate gray ocean below.
"Heretical views must be eradicated."
The cold voice, though not loud, echoed clearly across the battlefield, carrying the unquestionable authority of a newly crowned legend.
The simple longsword in his hand now flowed with a legendary radiance, which he casually swung down at the densely packed gray-white figures below.
There was no earth-shattering display, only a silver line of extreme refinement that seemed capable of cleaving through space.
laugh--!
Where the thin line passed, the earth silently cracked open into deep ravines.
Any gray-clad puppets or mutated orcs touched by the fine lines were instantly decomposed and vaporized, like filth thrown into a powerful purification spell, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
This seemingly casual sword energy, like a hot knife cutting through solidified grease, instantly plowed out a blank area tens of meters wide and hundreds of meters long in the vast gray tide, directly clearing out nearly one-tenth of the mutated army!
The tip of this deadly sword energy pointed with unparalleled precision to a shadowy area on the side and rear of the battlefield, shrouded in dense death energy and seemingly empty!
"snort!"
A cold snort, tinged with shock and anger, came from the shadows.
The space rippled like water, and a figure wearing a dark gray cloak staggered into view.
Beneath the hood, on a face covered by a pale doll mask, a pair of eyes gleaming with a cold, inhuman light were fixed on Alfonso in the air.
It was the puppeteer from the Enlightenment Society!
Alfonso Lin! It's you again!
The puppeteer's voice was hoarse and grating, filled with barely suppressed anger.
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