Chapter 405: The whole army retreats
The morning light brings the dawn, and the dawn symbolizes the victory of justice over evil, bathing the earth in light.
Arthur Ryan didn't put much effort into this sword, but he easily cut through the body of the celestial warrior.
The celestial warrior composed of holy light energy should have ignored this kind of injury, but for some reason, Arthur's seemingly insignificant sword caused an irreparable injury.
Longbottom Buto's body broke into pieces and fell into the sea. Although it could still float on the surface of the sea, it could not heal no matter what.
But Longbottom Buto did not struggle. Instead, he looked at his opponent who had flown back into the air and said in a weak voice, "It's you."
Arthur Ryan did not admit his identity, but only passed a soul link to his former comrade. Both of them are heroic spirits, and they can communicate through soul links just like the undead.
"Long time no see, Longbottom."
Longbottom Buto's eyes shed tiny golden rays of light, like tears.
"Brother Arthur, I have been waiting for you in the Kingdom of God for 1,700 years. I knew you wouldn't disappear like this."
"I'm sorry, Longbottom, I failed to protect you."
Arthur Lane's body was shaking. When Longbottom Butler died, he was only sixteen years old. He had always respected Arthur Lane as his own brother. There were more than a dozen teenagers like him, all of whom entrusted their lives to Arthur Lane, but in the end only two of them survived.
However, not every young man who died believed in the Lord of Dawn, and not every one of them could successfully enter the kingdom of gods. Many of them had their souls annihilated, leaving no trace of their existence.
But war is so cruel that it will destroy the most beautiful things in the world, and you are completely powerless to do anything about it.
"It doesn't matter. We have never regretted stepping onto the battlefield, nor have we regretted following you to overthrow tyranny. We... forget it, I don't have much time. Brother Arthur, we are waiting for you in the Kingdom of God. This time, you can't break your promise again!"
Longbottom Buto did not ask why Arthur Ryan worked for a lich. He believed in Arthur Ryan unconditionally, just like he did 1,700 years ago. No matter what happened in this mortal world, as long as Arthur Ryan was here, the dawn of hope would never dissipate.
Longbottom Buto's body was completely shattered, and turned into thousands of golden lights flying towards the sky. The celestial warrior finally returned to the kingdom of the Lord of Dawn.
Not only the people of Ryan were shocked, but everyone who saw this scene was stunned.
In the eyes of many people, strength is determined by the eyes, similar to a needle piercing an elephant's skin. If the elephant crushes a soldier to death, then you should be able to defeat the soldier with the needle.
Anyway, it's a simple sense of strength and weakness. If you can beat this person, then all of his defeated opponents should not be your opponents. Otherwise, you were careless, or you were playing a fixed match.
When they didn't know Arthur Ryan's identity, this light sword cut off the body of the celestial warrior, which made the Ryan people have an incredible sense of illusion?
They all have a question in their hearts: "Why?"
How could this holy warrior who didn't even dare to say his name do this? A whole legion plus the heavenly warriors summoned by the power of seven legendary warriors were killed in one sword? But in Amber's hundreds of years of experience, a grease spell could make a legendary warrior fall to death on the spot. As long as the timing and arrangement are right... It never says that you will definitely defeat a rookie just because you have been through a hundred battles, nor does it say that you will not capsize in the gutter just because you have defeated a hundred strong men.
Amber Xiu couldn't understand it either. He had never had any connection with the holy light, but he could tell that the power exerted by Arthur Ryan's sword was very small, hundreds of times less than that of the celestial warrior.
But it doesn’t matter that he doesn’t understand, because he has a big man around him who has the most say in combat—the Headless Knight Gareth.
Gareth was also a loyal spectator of this battle. When Amber Xiu asked, Gareth explained: "Very clever sword skills, very clever holy light control method. He did not cut open the body of the celestial warrior, but integrated his own holy light into it, interfering with the flow of holy light in the body of the celestial warrior."
Amber Xiu suddenly realized that this was like stuffing a non-standard gear into a machine, causing the machine to explode due to a malfunction. Or perhaps Amber Xiu's forced transformation method, which stuffed a lot of parts into the Eternal Hourglass, not only did not strengthen the artifact, but instead damaged the power of the artifact.
Although the principle sounds simple, it is simply a fantasy to use your own holy light to interfere with the operation of other people's holy light.
Take the mage for example. With the help of the power of the Golden Throne, Amber can only cast powerful spells, but cannot send his own magic power into other mages to interfere with their magic power flow.
It can't be done. It's hundreds of times harder than killing a wizard.
"Arthur Ryan's control over holy light is second to none among mortals. Isn't it obvious that he is the chosen one of the Lord of Dawn?" Gareth said with emotion, "I really want to fight him!"
Amber gave Gareth a look that said don't even think about it. He would never allow Gareth to fight with Arthur Lane, not even in a sparring match.
Arthur Ryan was in the state of a heroic spirit. After each battle, he would consume a lot of soul power, which was all replenished by Amber. Amber had to spend money to recharge his soul after each battle. Fighting with someone like Gareth was equivalent to fighting a war of annihilation, and Amber would lose a lot.
If Gareth wants to play, he should go beat up those dragons instead of messing with Arthur Lane.
The Ryan people on the sea did not have Gareth, an expert, to explain. Everyone was immersed in the failure just now and was unable to react for several seconds.
And Arthur Lane has resurfaced and is suspended in mid-air.
"I'll say it again, if you leave now, no one will get hurt, but if you continue, I can't promise."
Arthur Ryan's words made Cyril Roland blush with shame. He never expected that he would lose so miserably. The combined strength of all people was not as good as his light sword. Could this man be more powerful than the Silver Moon Knight?
Was he really going to give up? Cyril Roland clenched the sword in his hand, floating on the sea, and floated in front of Arthur Lane.
"Who are you? There is such a powerful holy warrior in the world, but I know nothing about it. Are you a Ryan? Even if it costs me my life, I want to know the answer."
Cyril Roland was not afraid and was ready to sacrifice on the day he became a paladin.
No matter how powerful the man in front of him is, he will not shrink back. He just wants to know the truth.
Before the celestial warrior disappeared, he said, "It turned out to be you."
The celestial warrior knew the paladin in front of him, so he was most likely not a disguise, but a true believer of the Lord of Dawn. But why, why would he work as a thug for a lich? Cyril Roland could not believe that the Holy Light would favor a paladin who worked for a lich.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
This was a matter of his faith, and he couldn't just die in obscurity.
Arthur Lane was stunned for a moment. He didn't know how to answer.
One thousand seven hundred years ago, he was not the kind of person who was good at speaking. So many years had passed, and he had been staying in the barrier and had not spoken to anyone. This made it difficult for him to find an excuse for the time being.
The more he talked, the easier it would be to expose his identity. Once his identity was exposed, Ryan would be completely divided within a few days, and then the neighboring countries would counterattack without hesitation. Ryan would be caught in the war, and thousands of people would die because of him.
Arthur Ryan couldn't help but look up at the sky covered by darkness. If it was the lich, he could definitely answer this question, right?
Amberxiu did not disappoint Arthur Lane, and the lich's triumphant laughter was heard from the sky.
"Foolish paladins, do you really think that we lost so badly because my subordinates are stronger? Is there any paladin in this world who is more powerful than your Silver Moon Knight?"
Cyril Roland frowned and thought, "I lost so badly, and now you say your opponent is not strong? This lich is deliberately humiliating me!"
Amber Xiu never gave people a chance to think, and continued, "I said before the war, let's see whether your holy light represents justice or my subordinates are on the side of justice. Now it is obvious that the reason you lost is because justice is on my side.
"Although my subordinates are very powerful, they are not strong enough to crush the seven legends of you Ryan alone. Don't you understand? It was the Lord of Dawn who told you that justice is on our side. Therefore, with the same holy light, my subordinates can solve the problem with just one sword, while the strength you have gathered with all your efforts is so vulnerable.
"Don't you understand? The Lord of Dawn is on my side. It is He who is influencing the outcome of this battle! At this moment, I, the lich, am the one chosen by the Holy Light!"
Hearing Amber's last words, all the people of Lion widened their eyes, and even Cyril Roland almost couldn't hold the Blood of Lathander. The Radiant General covered his chest, and a strong feeling of suffocation came, making his eyes go black.
This lich claims to be the one chosen by the Lord of Dawn?
If other liches said this, Cyril Roland would just sneer and chop them with his sword, but now Cyril Roland could not find any reason to refute.
Cyril Roland just felt that the three views he had built up over the past fifty years were collapsing.
If the lich represented justice, then what was he? Just as his body was about to fall, a strong arm grabbed his arm.
"Wake up, Cyril! This is a lie told by the lich!" The voice of his best friend Lucas exploded in his ears, finally allowing Cyril Roland to regain some sanity.
Cyril Roland used his last bit of strength to squeeze out a sentence: "All troops, retreat!"
It's not that he doesn't have the courage to swing his sword at his opponent, but that he doesn't know who to swing his sword at. Retreat first, at least let him calm down and think carefully.
(End of this chapter)