Chapter 404: Dawn Sword
The lightsaber is like a torrential rain, with a wide coverage area, leaving you no chance to dodge.
This is Cyril Roland's famous skill and also his legendary favor. Although these lightsabers are small, they are very powerful. Even real steel will be scratched by these lightsabers, and thinner metal armor will be pierced directly.
If possible, Cyril Roland really didn't want to use legendary favor to bully others, but unfortunately his opponent was too strong, so he could only show his trump card.
Before going into battle, Cyril Roland had been blessed with several magical states. This move of sword light like rain would definitely be able to force back the opponent, and might even inflict heavy damage to the opponent.
However, just when Cyril Roland thought he had won, Arthur Lane made a simple move, which was to slash the ice under his feet with a sword.
The holy light condensed on the blade, turning this two-handed sword into a "giant sword" several meters long.
The sword blade cut through the ice, and large pieces of ice turned over and became Arthur's shield.
The lightsaber hit the thick floating ice, immediately cutting off large pieces of ice debris. The several-meter-thick ice wall was completely shattered within a few seconds, but Arthur Ryan's figure had also disappeared.
Cyril Roland searched around with his eyes, trying to lock on Arthur's position again, but at this moment he felt a pain in his foot, and a sword blade pierced his thigh from bottom to top.
It was the gap in the armor, the weakest point. The sword penetrated the armor and pierced into the flesh, causing Cyril Roland to lose balance in pain.
This is not right, where is his defensive magic?
What about the effect of Stoneskin? What about the automatically triggered magic shield? And what about the thunder wave that can push back the enemy? Cyril Roland is very wealthy, and most of his money is used to buy equipment on his body. In addition to this heavy armor, he has two rings, a necklace, and the cloak behind him, which are all magic equipment.
How could there be no reaction at all? How could Cyril Roland know that there was a magic-breaking weapon made by a legendary ranger in this world?
The long sword in Arthur Lane's hand was the same as Allen's. It was not particularly sharp. If he used it to chop at the heavy armor on Cyril Roland, the blade would definitely bend after a few hits.
But it’s different when dealing with magic equipment. No matter what kind of defensive magic you have, it will be exploded with one sword. The magic shield that Amberxiu uses the golden throne will be pierced through instantly.
Such a magic-destroying sword, coupled with Arthur Lane's honed swordsmanship, made heavy armor defense ineffective, and magic defense could not stop this magic-destroying sword, so Cyril Roland was no different from being naked in front of Arthur.
Arthur Ryan got out of the ice again, looked at the fallen Cyril Roland, and sighed, "Your swordsmanship is too rigid. You are not good at this kind of fighting style. It is better to keep using the moves you just used. I saw you can summon more Holy Light Flying Swords just now, why don't you use them?"
This was the first time in his life that Cyril Roland heard someone say that he was not good at swordsmanship!
If we only talk about swordsmanship in the Ryan Empire, he would be at least ranked third.
But Cyril Roland could not refute, because the Ryan swordsmanship that he was proud of was far inferior to this man's.
He was right. I should have given it my all from the beginning. Maybe I wouldn't have lost so badly.
The blood of Lathander glowed, allowing Cyril Roland's wounds to heal quickly.
The glorious general climbed up from the ice and said to Arthur Ryan: "I have to admit that your swordsmanship is better than mine. Maybe you are really a Ryan man, but I still can't accept that you work for an undead. The lich's life box is made of the souls of living people. Do you know what you are doing?"
Arthur Ryan sighed and said, "This is exactly why I decided to help him. You don't know that he can make all the liches in the world stop harming lives."
Who would believe that the dead don’t kill people?
Cyril Roland simply thought that the paladin in front of him was bewitched by the lich.
Yes, that must be the case. The lich used some special means to enchant the strong-willed paladin and brainwashed him into becoming his believer.
"I will rescue you, but don't blame me for using drastic measures to ensure your safety."
Cyril Roland raised his right hand, and the next second several figures flew out from the Ryan battleship.
Four paladins and two priests of light are all the legends who will take part in this battle.
The seven people cooperated with each other tacitly, and as soon as they gathered together, the holy light on their bodies blended perfectly and connected together completely.
The combined strength of seven people is far more than seven times.
At this time, a tall shadow of holy light appeared above the heads of the seven people. This was a celestial warrior summoned from the kingdom of the Lord of Dawn.
Not only that, Cyril Roland seemed determined to go all out, so he summoned all the Ryans on the ship to bless this celestial warrior with the power of their faith.
This is taller and more lifelike than the celestial warriors summoned by hundreds of serfs.
With heavy armor, a sharp sword, and a pair of huge wings behind him, this celestial warrior really is like a god descended to earth.
The celestial warrior was four meters tall, and the sword was wider than Arthur Ryan's shoulders. The sword was pointed directly at his face, as if he wanted to crush him with this giant sword.
Arthur Ryan did not move, but just looked at the celestial warrior in front of him and couldn't help but say a name: "Longbottom, is that you?!"
The celestial warrior paused for a moment and roared: "Who are you?! How do you know my name?!"
Longbottom Butler, this was his name when he was in the mortal world, and when he was alive, the dragons still ruled the world. He was one of the paladins who followed Arthur Ryan to overthrow the dragon tyrant, but he had not yet reached the legendary level and died on the battlefield early.
Arthur Ryan remembered it clearly, because this Longbottom Butler was burned to ashes by dragon fire right in front of him.
Unexpectedly, more than 1,700 years later, the two would meet again under these circumstances.
Longbottom Butler died too early and did not make many contributions. Therefore, even in the history of Ryan, there is only such a name, and the specific life is glossed over, only recording that he died in that battle.
Few people in Ryan could remember his name, let alone recognize his appearance.
"Who the hell are you?!" Longbottom Buto roared.
Anyone who could recognize him at a glance must be someone he met on the battlefield that year, but Longbottom Buto couldn't recognize who he was. Could it be a remnant of the Dragon Cult disguised as a paladin? Longbottom Buto died in the early stages of the war, and Arthur Ryan hadn't yet made a plan to steal the artifact.
Arthur Lane's body shook, and then he said, "Sorry, I can't tell you, at least not now."
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Once his identity was revealed, Ryan would immediately fall into chaos. At that time, it was unknown how many innocent people would be implicated. Arthur Ryan was not sure that he could solve this problem, so he could not recognize his former comrades.
All Arthur Ryan could do was raise his sword high and say to his former comrade: "Come on, let's solve this matter. If we delay any longer, you will all die."
The clouds in the sky became thicker. That was the message that Amberhu sent to Arthur Lane, saying that the battle just now was not fought well enough and did not meet Amberhu's requirements.
If we delay any further, the lich will ask the Mourning Poets Society to leave.
Endless golden light poured out from Arthur Lane's body, and the wind pressure caused by this power even caused cracks in the ice beneath his feet.
Although Longbottom Buto failed to recognize Arthur Ryan, he sensed the enormous power of holy light from this man.
Is this still a power that a mortal can possess? But it doesn't matter, he is not a mortal either. The faith of seven legends and the entire Lion Legion has given Longbottom Buto power close to that of a god.
The phantom of a roulette wheel appeared, and the disaster strengthened by the legendary grace fell on Arthur Ryan, causing the golden light on his body to dim.
Longbottom Buto waved his hand again, and thousands of golden lights condensed into swords, flying towards Arthur Ryan. He paused again, and dozens of holy light shields appeared, turning into a cage that trapped Arthur Ryan.
The holy light attached to his sword, transforming into the shadow of a giant hammer. The space was filled with cracks due to the heavy pressure.
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Every move and every gesture is powered by the power of legendary grace.
At this moment, Longbottom Buto possessed all the power of these seven legends, and could also use their legendary power of grace. And every time he performed a move, it was a combined attack of the seven legends, equivalent to seven times the power.
This is the real Knights of Judgment, the real slayer of the undead.
The holy light transformed into attacks that completely enveloped Arthur Ryan. The thick ice with a diameter of two or three kilometers was completely shattered, and the waves were raised dozens of meters high.
When the holy light is concentrated to the extreme, it can also exert the power to destroy the world, which is not much different from the effect of Amber's hundreds of meteors.
Longbottom Bhutto used his body as a transit point and used this powerful force at will to completely crush the enemy in front of him.
After a round of extremely fierce attacks, a huge whirlpool appeared on the sea surface, as if the holy light attack just now had drilled through the seabed.
Just when everyone thought that Arthur Lane had been completely destroyed, a ray of light appeared in the center of the vortex.
A holy light that is not blinding and as pure as the morning light.
Arthur Lane's figure raised his sword and swung it in the whirlpool.
The morning light appeared and swept across the huge celestial warrior.
The four-meter-tall shadow was cut in half by this ordinary sword and eventually turned into nothingness.
Compared with the Silver Moon Knight's sword that was like moonlight, Arthur Ryan's sword light was too small and thin, but this was the real dawn, the dawn that broke through the darkness and brought light to the world.
(End of this chapter)