Chapter 324: Battle of Okgaral (6)
In the vast, ten-thousand-man-scale war, even the death of a young baron was but a negligible speck on the battlefield—barely stirring a ripple. The kingdom’s forces pressed forward relentlessly, seemingly unstoppable. Orders were crumbling. Command had long since ceased to reach the front lines. Each home clan’s personal army fought independently, driven solely by the will to survive at any cost.
In this chaos, the most elite strength of the Bosk Duchy—the centuries-old heritage of the home clans—finally emerged in full force.
“Lionheart Knights! Advance!”
“For Duke Leo! For the Bosk Duchy!”
Maxi Stewart, the Grand Knight Commander of the Lionheart Knights and known as the “Golden Lion Knight,” held a large shield in his left hand and raised a long spear adorned with the Bosk banner high into the air. The banner flapped wildly in the wind, and the Lionheart Knights’ battle cry roared like a lion’s fury, shaking the very battlefield.
“For Duke Leo!”
“For the Bosk Duchy!”
One hundred and twenty Lionheart Knights—led by six renowned Knight Commanders—formed a disciplined line. Nearly every knight was a professional of fourth-tier or higher, and when united into a cohesive formation, their combined power far exceeded the sum of their individual strengths.
Their opulent armor and gleaming shields drew immediate attention from the enemy—both the kingdom’s troops eager to claim the prize and the players hungry for loot. Their eyes burned red with greed, staring at the wealthy-looking knights as if they were a feast.
“Holy crap, these elite monsters are so damn hot!”
“Save me a set of armor!”
“Hehe, I’d love to strip them all naked!”
“It’s the Lionheart Knights! Kill them, and we’ll earn Noble Rank!”
Maxi remained unfazed. He raised his Oath Sword high and bellowed, “Lionheart Knights, heed my command—Guardian Link!”
In unison, the knights lifted their silver swords. A radiant glow erupted from each blade. As the Holy Vow spell took hold, glowing chains of light linked them together—each squad of twenty, led by a high-ranking Knight Commander, connected into a single, unified network, all converging toward the tip of Maxi’s sword.
One hundred and twenty men, now tightly bound by magic, raised their heavy shields high—forming an unbreakable, luminous fortress that stood out like a beacon across the battlefield.
They were a living shield and sword combined—offense and defense perfectly balanced. Damage inflicted on any one knight was instantly shared among the entire unit. Meanwhile, their attacks could be amplified and channeled through a single member, unleashing devastating force.
Thus, the Lionheart Knights became a mobile fortress—capable of both holding the line with iron resolve and breaking through enemy ranks with crushing might. This was the famed “Lion Wall” of the Northern Regions.
“Kill them all!”
“For the King of the Burnt!”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The deafening roar of gunfire echoed across the field as Great Goblins and Tiefling infantry unleashed a storm of bullets. But the knights’ silver great shields shimmered with arcane ripples, erupting in blinding radiance—deflecting every round fired from the most advanced semi-automatic rifles.
The kingdom’s troops had never seen such defense before. Ogre mortar teams hurled grenades, hoping to breach the formation from within. Players, ever inventive, threw spears, iron hammers, poison vials, incendiary bottles—even Goblinoid stink-soaked trousers and the dung of two-headed dragons—anything that might cause damage, regardless of how absurd.
Of course, they had their own justification:
War’s not just about swords and shields. It’s about every trick in the book.
But the radiant barrier held firm, deflecting everything—plunging their plans into failure.
No wonder the Lionheart Knights were the Bosk Family’s most elite force. Under Maxi’s command, they maintained their formation and advanced steadily, their long spears piercing through every monster and player blocking their path.
Miraculously, they stabilized the surrounding allied lines—beginning to push back the enemy with growing momentum.
“Holy hell, what kind of turtle shell is that?!”
“How the hell do we fight this? Any earth-spirits here to dig us a tunnel?!”
“Where’s the Wild Wizard? Come out and cast a Nine-Ring Spell!”
“No, no—don’t! Who knows if that Nine-Ring Spell hits friend or foe?”
Players muttered in frustration, utterly baffled by the impenetrable “Lion Fortress,” throwing out increasingly bizarre suggestions.
Even the kingdom’s commanders were stumped. The Ogre heavy cannons could shatter their defenses—but now the two sides were locked in close combat. The hundreds-of-kilograms shells risked devastating their own troops.
“Let them experience the Path of Nature…”
“I’ll handle this! Aaah—!”
A naked man, the so-called “Holy Light Guy,” let out a furious roar. With the [Enlarge] spell active, he awkwardly dropped to the ground, transforming into a massive bear that plummeted from the hilltop, charging straight at the Lionheart Knights.
“Shwaa—!”
In perfect unison, the knights raised their long spears.
The giant bear was instantly riddled with dozens of wounds. Then, the Polymorph spell wore off. The naked man tumbled like a piece of meat, sliding slowly onto the silver shield of a knight, blood dripping down the polished surface.
“Disgusting. No honor at all.”
Maxi sneered, flicking the corpse from his spear and raising the banner high.
“Break them!”
“We are invincible!”
“We are the heirs of the Lion!”
The knights roared back, their spirits soaring. They even began to sing the stirring “Song of the Northern Lion,” as if already triumphant.
Against such unwavering resolve and overwhelming power, the armies of the Kingdom of Ashen seemed powerless.
Suddenly, the air grew scorching, warped by heat. Sparks danced in midair. Great Goblins, Tieflings, even Ogres, stepped aside, clearing a wide path.
A rhythmic, heavy tread echoed across the field.
From the distance, a line of Dragon-Bound Holy Knights advanced—dressed in ornate crimson armor, their bodies wreathed in crackling flame auras. Beneath their heavy helms, their golden eyes glowed with an eerie, fanatical light.
“With iron will, we enforce leadership—”
“The Dragon Lord Above All—”
“For the King of the Burnt!”
At the front, Anthony raised his flaming sword high, bellowing as crimson dragon scales bulged across his face—more grotesque than ever.
It was the Dragon-Bound Holy Knights.
Above the battlefield, a phantom shadow of a dragon slowly unfurled its wings, surveying the enemy below with cold, divine disdain.
(End of Chapter)
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