Chapter 157 The Knight's Surrender"Ow—" With a shrill howl, the lion burned up in the flames. The lion spirit is not only a weapon of attack and defense, but also the embodiment of the will of the Lionheart Knights. At the moment the spirit was destroyed, the Lionheart Knights were greatly traumatized, their heads raged, and some even had their hands trembling slightly as they held up their shields. Cassius hadn't even used his ultimate breath. He simply relied on his powerful ability to control the fire element to intensify the intensity of the elemental reaction of his breath. Such a fire breath consumed almost no energy for him. "boom--" The breath started out as a cone-shaped diffusion area, and then gradually condensed into a pillar of fire. The flames were first dark red, then turned orange, then yellow, and finally a dazzling white. Those silver shields were burned red, transmitting terrible heat, and even the handles behind the shields became extremely hot. "Damn it!"
A Lionheart Knight couldn't help but let go. He was instantly burned to charcoal by the flames that surged in from all around him. Under the baptism of the blazing white fire column, the giant shield composed of dozens of silver shields was badly damaged, and even the surface was melted into liquid, with silver water flowing! "what!" "I'm going to get burned!" "Damn it, it's melted!" "Fire! Fire everywhere!" Miserable howls were heard from the Lionheart Knights' ranks. Some were burned to death by the blazing flames, some were choked to death by the thick smoke, and some were even swallowed up by the flowing silver water and cast into a struggling silver statue. Fried barely maintained the protective aura around him, struggling to resist the invasion of the violent fire element. "It is indeed the so-called 'Purgatory Disaster'. It is worthy of its name. This is truly a hellish scene." He looked up at the blazing white flames that were descending from the sky like divine punishment, watched his comrades around him die in agony, saw their horrible deaths, and listened to their painful and noisy cries. An inexplicable calmness emerged on the face of this "Black Lion Knight", perhaps this was his last composure before death. "How can we win? Even a guy like Tariq died in the face of such a monster." "If, if it was Tariq, what would he do?" Fried lowered his head, as if lost in memories. He suddenly realized that he had never been that kind of person. Loyalty, bravery, justice, these seem to have nothing to do with him who is gloomy and indifferent by nature. Yes, he is not the famous "Knight of the White Lion", nor is he the hero who defeated hundreds of enemies single-handedly. Even though he has become one of the knights-in-chief of the Lionheart Knights, he still cannot follow in the footsteps of the deceased knight. He is just imitating Tariq poorly. "Why, I'm not dead yet."
The red dragon in the sky looked down at the devastated earth and temporarily stopped the raging flames in its mouth. "To those strong men who can survive under the dragon flame for such a long time, I admire you very much." His powerful voice echoed across the land. "Submit to me and serve the Burning Kingdom, and I will grant you great power and a long life!" "Otherwise, you will face complete death!" The remaining Lionheart Knights on the ground raised their heads and glared at the red dragon in the sky. As the most elite knights in the Principality of Bosk, most of them are nobles in the Principality. They have received the best knight education since childhood and sworn a sacred oath of loyalty. They not only represent themselves, but also the glory of the entire family. To become a follower of the evil dragon is not only the erosion of their personal identity, but also a shame for the family. "Evil dragon, you are daydreaming!" Adjutant Jaden's eyes were red. He stood up with his sword, pointed at the red dragon in the air, and shot out a light-guiding arrow. He knew that such an attack was futile, but it was his last act of resistance as a knight, representing the courage to charge against an invincible enemy. Sure enough, the light disappeared before it got close. Then a fireball fell, turning Jaden, who was unable to dodge, into charcoal. "That's great courage, but your strength doesn't match it." Cassius said coldly. When the knights saw Jaden's death, they were not afraid but angry instead. "Evil dragon, your tyranny will end!" "My death is not the end, there will never be a lack of rebels!" "For the Principality of Bosk! For Grand Duke Leo!" As the most loyal and powerful knights of the Bosque family, they regarded it as an honor to be killed by a powerful enemy. In this dead end, they all chose to be heroes who were ready to die bravely, like Don Quixote rushing towards the windmill and attacking the red dragon in the sky. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" Fireballs spewed out of the red dragon's mouth and landed accurately on the knights. The sound of burning bodies was heard, sparse flames danced on the wasteland, wailing continued, and those Lionheart Knights died one after another. Soon, only the last Lionheart Knight, "Black Lion Knight" Fried, was left at the scene. Different from those noble knights who have inherited the glory of their family, Fred grew up alone in a monastery without any relatives. The only person who is as close to him as an elder brother is Tariq. Just now, Fried tried to charge forward fearlessly like his comrades, fulfilling his last loyalty as a Lionheart Knight. But no matter what, he couldn't control his body and go to death. This was his nature, and he was indifferent to loyalty, honor, and so-called chivalry. Fried has been following in Tariq's footsteps all his life, but has never experienced his own life, even as a dragon's follower. "I am not Tariq, nor am I a so-called Lionheart Knight."
"I'm just myself." "A villain who puts profit above all else." Freed muttered to himself. The red dragon in the sky landed with a bang, causing dust to fly and even the ground to crack. Cassius looked down at the only remaining "Black Lion Knight" with amusement in his golden pupils. He saw the knight's inner hesitation and confusion, which was very interesting. But he didn't say much, nor did he need to do so. He just stated calmly: "Surrender, or die." "I" "Surrender." Freed clenched his teeth and lowered his head. As if it was fate's choice, the former "Black Lion Knight" finally surrendered to the dragon and yielded to his former enemy. The pocket watch engraved with the emblem of the God of Bravery Heironeous fell to the ground, covered with a thin layer of dust. It seemed that it had never belonged to Fried, not even for a moment. It’s the flu season. I wish all the book lovers in the group a speedy recovery.
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