novelzi Chapter 141: For the Lionheart
Chapter 141: For the Lionheart
Chapter 141: For the Lionheart
The battle is headed for a climax.
The Lord of Wisdom and the Guardian of the Grail have reached a lull in the battle of infinite power.
The demonic army pushes forward inexorably, finally overrunning the city walls.
“Hold your ground! Hold until the citizens retreat!”
The War Knights rallied their knights and soldiers to the defense, but it was only a matter of time.
The demons that had infiltrated the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods were annihilated by a wave of light, but the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods crumbled with it.
There was no contact with the Holy Lady and the Holy Knight, and the outer walls were crumbling, with millions of demons rushing in.
“Retreat! Retreat to the inner city!”
In the end, the only option left was the inner city, between the outer walls and the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods.
“Aaah.......”
“Aaahhhh...!”
Children crying from the heat of the demons that have reached their noses, and mothers embracing them.
The men, whose will to fight is still intact, are now woefully outnumbered.
“.......”
Walter, the leader of the Imperial Gifted, watched the scene and knew it. The end is near.
Most of the knights were already dead. None of the soldiers were strong, and the elite had long since been exhausted.
“Whoa.......”
“Your Majesty...!”
Even King Lionheart, the absolute protector of the kingdom, had used all his strength to intercept meteors for over three days.
Now it was coming to an end.
Walter began to feel terrified at the impending doom.
“Can’t we... evacuate?”
“Sir Walter!”
Aren said in a panic, but the head of the Imperial Gifted spoke with difficulty.
“If we break for the exits now and wait until later, we will not be able to.......”
Leon replied calmly to Walter’s words.
“Where do you mean, out of this place?”
“You’ve got to live, you’ve got to survive, and you’re not going to die if you stay here?”
Walter’s voice was close to venomous. It was a meaningless gurgle of hope.
“.......”
“Your Majesty, please, please give us a way to live!”
Seeing him still clinging to hope for life, Leon knew all too well that it was futile.
This is how this world ends.
It’s a predetermined future, and this fight is a past that only reenacts it.
Doesn’t it matter what happens now?
Fight or flee. In the end, the future won’t change.
“No.”
It doesn’t. Leon’s gaze flicked to the silver-haired woman in the corner, gasping for air from exhaustion.
Next to her, he saw the mechanical spider servicing itself, checking its armor.
And...a wave of light from the rear.
The voice of the goddess who had confirmed the deaths of High Priestess Anak and his old friend.
Isabel, High Priestess of the Moon and Purity, and Gillingham, Holy Knight of the Sky and Thunder, stopped dead in their tracks after slaying the Demon Archduke and the Archdemons.
War Knight Gildus and his son Galleon, rallying the knights at the front, were unable to keep up with the retreating forces.
All of this is not a mere repetition of history.
The strangers from Earth changed history for them, for their future selves.
Although the outcome may not be the same, this history is vastly different from the past.
That’s why it’s not meaningless.
That’s why it’s still worth fighting for.
“It’s all over now.......”
“No, it’s not over. There are still those who are fighting.”
In the past, in the present, and in the future.
He himself was fighting, and generations after generations of knights were with him.
“There will be no retreat. There will be no evacuation.”
The choice ignited his will to fight, and it made him grim.
“We’ve come this far...what can we do?” he said.
The army was less than ten thousand strong, and the enemy still outnumbered them by hundreds, if not thousands of times.
What can we do with our feeble human strength against that endless army?
“Mount your horses.”
“Your Majesty...?”
“Mount your horse, grab your spear, and let’s go fight.”
“I’m going to regret this. I know it.”
As if seeing from the future, the avenger himself spoke.
“Gaspar, break through the center of the enemy! Delvoske, take the right wing and stab the flanks of the troops surrounding King Lionheart!”
The Archduke of Dragonia mounted her horse and urged her men on. The northerners, the agents of her will, cried out in a booming voice.
“Do not fear their pale darkness! For ours is the deepest darkness of this world!”
These avengers have made a pact with Ventasis, the God of Darkness and Vengeance. They have risked their souls for vengeance, and have been given the power to carry it out.
Led by the Grand Duke, who wields a magic sword forged with the power of vengeance, they charge into the dark hordes.
“For vengeance! For justice!”
“”For the Lionheart!!!””
As the dark army raced across the land, the Demons of Wisdom responded with a barrage of magic against the 30,000 Northerners.
But no amount of infernal fire raining down on their midst, no amount of poisonous fog blocking their path, could diminish their momentum.
The avengers, led by Grand Duke Karina, are not stopped by such deterrents.
Their fiery will to revenge, aided and abetted by the God of Vengeance, slowly closes the distance between them and the demons.
Spears are crossed as large demons stand in their way, and yet──
In the moment of conflict, all is swept away.
[Human bastards.......]
They are relentless.
There are only 30,000 of them. A handful of men charging in front of an army of this magnitude. What does that mean?
For honor? For pride?
The wisest man in the world cannot comprehend why these ignorant mortals, a mere speck in the universe, would cling to such fleeting values.
[You are powerless to resist this wave. What is the point of a moment’s resistance?]
‘But it’s annoying. I can’t stand it.’
Caracael’s twelve fingers pointed at the Northern army.
‘I’ll have to deal with the Grand Duke first, who has the presence of Lionheart.’
Holy Descent────
[????!!]
Just as he was organizing his tactics to snipe at a more threatening enemy force.
“I caught you off guard.”
The golden knight leapt in.
Risking everything, pushing through all the recklessness-──
[You...?!]
──And finally, against all odds.
[The others...?!]
Caracael quickly realized the cause.
The gods of this world had descended behind the Lionheart King’s brilliant polarizing light.
Arianna of Light and Justice.
Petos of War and Flame.
Demera of Life and Fertility.
Ultima of the Sky and Thunder.
Tatar of the Sun and Judgment.
Poma of the Sea and Waves.
Dinah of the Moon and Purity.
Fle of Dreams and Death.
Heto of Iron and Blacksmiths.
All at once, these myriad deities, who had to be strengthened at the Holy Knight’s expense, manifested themselves.
Their destructive power tore through the Archdemons, toppled waves of demons, and led the Lionheart King here.
[Impossible...!]
How can so many gods descend into the body of a man, with the power of a single entity?
[How...!!!]
The twelve great spells that had been directed at the Northern Army suddenly turned toward the Lionheart King but Leon’s holy sword shines against each and every one of them.
This sword shows that Leon Dragonia Lionheart was at his most powerful–indestructible, unbreakable, and──
Fiery, never extinguished───
Extreme light, infinite light that cuts through darkness.
It is the symbol of indomitable, indestructible, and undefeatable.
This glorious sword is a symbol of divinity, the pinnacle of the Holy Knights, agents of the divine.
“Death to evil, only death!”
Light erupted.
Accelerated by the power of the living demigod, the extreme light consumed evil with the heat of battle.
Even the Demon Lord Caracael, who had studied countless magics and gained wisdom, could not resist the polarizing light of all divine light.
It would not allow the vile malignancy even a moment to scream.
The light was there, and for a moment...the evil of the world was gone.