Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 664
The Knight of the Holy Grail has gone through countless trials. Although time has brought many traces, experience and intuition will not hurt.

He thrust the lance out as fast as he could, letting the hard handle at the rear end offset part of the force of the sledgehammer. The heraldic shield he held in his left hand was already placed on his chest.

When Creon's sledgehammer hit the heraldic shield, it made a thunderous sound, and even the iron sheet was dented, making people wonder whether the Holy Grail Knight was still alive.

But the Grandpa of the Holy Grail, who was blessed by the lady, naturally could not die so easily. When he felt some soreness in his arms, the horse, knowing that its owner was in an unfavorable situation, had already shifted its position to the right, allowing the knight to adjust its condition as soon as possible.

The Holy Grail Knight, who drew out his fiery long sword, turned around and fought with the Flame Knight. This time, he showed the most cautious attitude, just like the bravery and fanaticism he had when he was pursuing the Holy Grail.

Every time the long sword and the long-handled hammer clashed with each other, he resolutely shouted the name of the lady,

"For the lode!"

But hand-to-hand combat is what the Flameborn knights are best at. Ever since Imric spent money to replace all his belongings, a group of dragon princes with superb martial arts and keen sense of combat, gifted by the Dragon Father's divine power and with indestructible armor, have become... Appear.

A dull echo sounded from the shield, which made the Holy Grail Knight realize one thing. It was difficult for his own weapon to pose a threat to this elf.

The extremely exquisite control of distance, the absolutely calm fighting style, and the extremely strong golden dragon armor all mean one thing, this is a superhuman warrior who relies on piles of equipment!

But shrinking back in the face of difficulties, how can he become a lady's guardian? The old Holy Grail Knight becomes more and more fanatical, and the golden light of his body becomes brighter and brighter. Looking from a distance, his eyes are burning like flames.

Obviously this battle has made the lady pay attention to this believer again, and she is not willing to give him more gifts to turn the tide of the battle.

This time the shield no longer echoed with muffled thunder. Instead, the Holy Grail Knight pushed the lapis lazuli hammer away and scratched the Flameborn Knight's cheek with the sword of divine power.

Imrik, who knew that some guys were using dirty tricks, secretly thought it was interesting. If he couldn't beat them, he would forcefully instill power, right? OK, we have them too.

He whispered the names of past champion warriors in his heart, "Tekkisios, increase the transmission of power to Creon."

"How many."

"Give as much as you have left."

Feeling that the situation had been reversed, Creon pulled away from the fight and licked the blood flowing from his cheek. This breath was so familiar, hidden in the bodies of every son of Caledor.

Absolute calm means absolute fanaticism. He silently recited the name of faith in Elvish language in his heart.

Dragunir, I dedicate the victory of this battle to you, praying for the eternal protection of Caledor.

When he crossed his legs to signal his companions to respond to the enemy again, a vigorous force suddenly spurted out from his body. The thunder snake walked on the surface of the golden dragon armor, and the lapis lazuli long-handled hammer turned into a ball of orange-red burning flames.

There was joy in Creon's eyes, but it immediately turned into fanaticism. After fighting for a long time, he spoke for the first time,
"For Caledor!"

The two men, shrouded in bright yellow light and orange-red light respectively, struck each other, and the sky was also covered with dark clouds like moonlight, but in the blink of an eye, thunder flashed, just like the power of gods.

The giant snake Sotek, who had not appeared for a long time, reminded Imrik,
"Fight well and don't let Creon embarrass my previous life. It makes no sense that the Dragon Emperor has so many followers and I don't have many that I can take out."

"But get out of here, can you compete with the Dragon Emperor, a piece of trash buried in a corner by the Ancient Sages waiting to die?" Sotigo was so angry that he quickly got out of here and got rid of the strange thing on his head. Why didn't he think he was so good before? What nonsense.It's better for Lao Mi, he will only feel sorry for himself.

People's eyes were not only looking at the knights fighting each other, but also moving to the sky above their heads. Where the darkness met, sword-like lights appeared from time to time, and accompanying them were the roars of dragons carried by red thunder.

After a long time, the incarnation of wrathful thunder and golden light ravaged the earth into ruins. The war horse had been pushed away, and the hard earth was full of wounds that were split and shattered.

As if the Holy Grail Knight's sword was guided by the gods, his martial arts, which were half inferior to those of the elves, actually surpassed him at this moment. His strong body once again made him confident. He dropped his shield and gave up defense, choosing to confront the Flame Knight head-on.

The long sword carrying golden light collided with the long-handled battle hammer wrapped in flames. It was not only the knights who were fighting each other, but also the power.

There was a long-term confrontation with each other, and every clanging roar of weapons caused an echo. This was a battle with the theme of life and faith.

After a long period of fighting, the Holy Grail Knight, who became more and more courageous as he fought, could feel the endless power from the flames mixed with thunder, but in a trance, there was a kind of blood lust, a kind of blood lust that is sacred and inviolable.

This bloodthirsty infiltrated his spirit like poison. Although it did not have a fatal effect, it was enough to temporarily unbalance the hands. In just a moment of staggered repel, Creon seized the opportunity.

The ground was crushed by the Pyro Knight's force midway through, and the swing distance of less than forty centimeters was enough to turn the Holy Grail Knight's head into paste.

But the invisible golden light enveloped the Holy Grail Knight's body, forming a wall that would never collapse. The attack that was enough to smash the troll's head only caused a ripple.

With his eyes glaring like thunder, Creon was unwilling to give up the opportunity. He deeply felt that the Father of Dragons had noticed him. This was the first case since Caledor regained his ancient faith.

Even the prince never said that the Dragon Father cared for him. Victory in this battle meant that the family would receive supreme glory.

When he wanted to increase his strength and break this layer of golden light despite causing physical lacerations, Imrik, who felt that it was almost done, chose to stop him.

"That's enough, Creon. We don't need to challenge an opponent who is not yours. The glory of this battle belongs to you, Teshonic, the Windhowling City, and Caledor."

Creon stared at the turtle shell, gritted his teeth and stopped his offensive. He whistled to call his companions over. The arm holding the long steel handle bulged unnaturally, and it was clearly visible even through the armor.

He is not willing!

The captain of the guard ignored the Holy Grail knights who were beside him with murderous intent, came straight to Imric, lowered his head and said,
"Living up to your expectations, I brought you victory."

"You are worthy of the name Teshnik."

After a word of encouragement, Imrik told the administrator to slow down the efficiency of the faith channel. Caledo also has cheats, so who is afraid of whom?

The Dragon Prince looked at the vulture knight in the sky, regardless of whether he could understand the Elvish language, and sneered,

"Then the king of Bretonnia, what is the purpose of visiting Ulthuan's ambassador to Athel Loren? If you can't explain the reason, the Fireborn knights of Caledor don't like to wait."

(End of this chapter)