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Chapter 325: Battle of Okgaral (7)
“Paladin?”
“By Tampas, can this even be called a Paladin?”
Maxi Stewart’s expression instantly hardened. His grip on his Long Spear tightened, sweat beading along his palm—because he could see it clearly: this was an enemy like them. Worse, in some ways, more powerful.
And then, in the enemy line, he spotted a familiar face.
“Fried?”
“Damned scum! Just as I thought—another orphanage reject! The son of a whore!”
“You were personally knighted by Duke Leo, a ‘Black Lion Knight’—how dare you accept such a sacred honor with your lowly status, and then betray it all to become a Dragon’s follower!”
Maxi roared.
“I’ll kill you myself—purge this traitor from the Lionheart Knights!”
Fried only sneered, his voice low and cold.
“I’m no longer the so-called ‘Black Lion Knight.’ Now, I am an Instructor of the Dragon’s Chosen Temple. Whether you can terminate me… let’s see if you and your men can even survive my students.”
The “Golden Lion Knight” Maxi Stewart had never liked Fried. Born into a noble house, Fried had always mocked him and Tariq with cruel superiority, calling them “bastards of whores.” He’d dreamed of killing the arrogant prick more than once—and now, the moment had arrived.
“Lowborn?”
“You Northern nobles, with your sanctimonious faces, are the most despicable beasts of all!”
Anthony bellowed, his sword blazing with fire, pointing it straight at Maxi.
That smug, self-righteous arrogance—his utter contempt for commoners—it reminded Anthony of Baron Soli, the man who had once tried to crush him.
As the leader of the Oath of the Dragon Holy Knight, he had a duty to uphold.
“We are the mighty followers of the King of the Ashen Flame! We wield the power granted by His Majesty—those Northern scrapings, the vermin of this land, are nothing before the might of the Great Red Dragon and his grand design!”
“Dragon-Bound Holy Knights, heed my call!”
“Dragon Vein Bond!”
Anthony raised his Longsword high, channeling his guided Dragon Power to forge a chain of Dragon Veins—linking the other Dragon-Bound Holy Knights. The bond allowed them to share damage, and more importantly, inflicted searing burns upon their enemies.
Glowing red chains flared to life, radiating heat. The battlefield itself began to tremble under the rising inferno.
“That’s the strength of the Evil Dragon! They’re his loyal servants!”
“But hear me, brothers! We are the servants of the Divine, the faithful of Duke Leo, the invincible force of the Northern Regions for a thousand years!”
“In the glorious history of the Lionheart Knights, we have slain countless rampaging Evil Dragons. And now, facing only a few of their followers? We fear nothing!”
“Charge!”
Maxi and Anthony roared in unison.
The two massive forces collided—fire and radiance clashing, war cries and wails echoing across the wasteland.
Though only a few hundred fought, these were elite, meticulously trained warrior legions. Their clash carried the devastation of ten thousand, even surpassing it in sheer destructive force. Even the Players were barred from intervening.
“Dragon!”
“That’s a Dragon! How is that possible?”
“It’s terrifying…”
At the moment of impact, many Lionheart Knights instinctively flinched, their hands trembling, weapons nearly slipping from their grasp.
In their minds, a phantom image emerged—the monstrous, blood-drenched maw of a dragon, ready to swallow them whole.
It was the Dragon Presence formation, a tactical masterpiece wielded by the Dragon-Bound Holy Knights. Through their bonded Dragon Power, they projected an overwhelming aura of dread, forcing enemies into Fear Tremble.
But Maxi—battle-hardened and unshaken—refused to be intimidated. Instead, he roared like a lion, forcing his men to snap out of their panic.
“Those are illusions!”
“Remember who you are! We are Lionheart Knights! Even if the Evil Dragon himself stood before us, we would charge forward without fear!”
Through Maxi’s resolve, most of the Lionheart Knights regained their footing and returned to battle.
The Dragon-Bound Holy Knights were still young—only a few years old. Their experience points, class levels, and combat mastery were generally lower than those of the veteran Lionheart Knights.
Yet, fueled by the blazing Dragon blood and the divine power granted by Kai Xiusu, they held their ground—and even gained the upper hand.
[Scorching Radiance]
While not in a Helpless State, Dragon-Bound Holy Knights continuously emit Scorching Radiance. This aura dramatically raises the temperature around them, increases fire damage, inflicts Burned Condition on enemies, and grants allies a euphoric boost.
When enough of them activate it in unison, the effect can trigger a Volcanic Eruption.
Now, one hundred Dragon-Bound Holy Knights stood shoulder to shoulder. Their combined aura tore through the air—heat distortion rippling like a furnace in the peak of summer. Even the snowpack across the wasteland melted instantly. The dry earth steamed as vapor rose in thick, choking clouds, shrouding the battlefield in a chaotic, misty haze.
The fire burned mercilessly. Lionheart Knights screamed in agony. Their silver shields glowed red-hot, then began to melt—molten silver dripping like tears from their edges.
“Too hot!”
“I can’t hold my weapon—I’m losing strength!”
“By Tampas, my shield’s melting!”
“Is this the power of the Evil Dragon? The King of the Burnt?”
Maxi stood at the front, enduring the scorching inferno. His Constitution held, his combat skill was unmatched—but sweat poured from every pore, his body growing weaker with every passing second.
Even a powerhouse like the “Golden Lion Knight,” a Fourteenth-Level National Master-Class warrior, could not sustain high-intensity combat in such extreme heat. The others? They were already collapsing.
“We can’t keep this up! We’ll be roasted alive!”
“We must counterattack—end this battle now!”
Maxi gritted his teeth, smashing another Dragon-Bound Holy Knight aside with a thunderous blow. Then, he raised his Lion banner high.
“Spirit Lion Guardian!”
The “Golden Lion Knight” bellowed—a voice that shook the very wasteland.
The Lionheart Knights’ ultimate countermeasure activated. One hundred seasoned warriors, bound by the Holy Oath, channeled every ounce of their loyalty, resilience, and willpower into summoning the Glorious Lion Spirit Form—a devastating, soul-shattering assault.
“ROOOOAAARRR!”
From within their tightly packed formation, a colossal phantom lion emerged—five meters tall, its muscles rippling like living stone, its jaws wide open in a roar that echoed across the dead land. Claws like blades extended from its paws, ready to rend flesh and bone.
It was the ancient symbol of the Bosk Family—centuries of honor, blood, and spirit made manifest.
It was the Embodiment of the Lionheart Knights’ Spiritual Will.
(End of Chapter)
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