Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 459 - 290: Louis versus Titus (Part 2)

Chapter 459: Chapter 290: Louis versus Titus (Part 2)

As the vine shield shattered, Titus swung back with a vine thorn, shooting it straight at Edmond’s throat like a spear.

Edmond could only block with the handle of his hammer, the pain in his hand was intense, and as he leveraged himself to the ground, he immediately pressed forward with two extraordinary knights from the left and right.

On the left flank, the “Flame Spirit Slash” burst into a blazing light by his waist, carving a charcoal-black crack into the vine armor.

On the right flank, the “Wind Fang Slash” cut through half of the shoulder armor, splattering a mixture of petals and flesh, a strange sweet scent lingering in the air.

Yet he did not retreat in the slightest; instead, he growled like a beast, and the petals of the rage flower suddenly shook, a circle of red shockwaves booming outward.

The three knights were directly thrown to the ground, painful howls echoed within their armor, the red mist was once again eroding their sanity.

The eight knights attacked like a tide, but they could never force him into a dead corner.

His movements were like a combination of a beast and hunting vines, without any pattern and unpredictable, the limits of strength and speed pushed to inhuman heights by his rage.

The blood vines underfoot were pervasive, as if they wanted to drag everyone nearby into the vine-flowered purgatory.

This battle didn’t seem like a siege against a barbarian warrior, but rather a life-and-death struggle with a soul-possessing killing plant.

And just when everyone thought Titus’ attention was firmly held by Edmond and the eight extraordinary knights.

He suddenly stopped his offensive in an instant.

Those hollow eye sockets filled with rage flower petals, glowing with red light, slowly turned to a location on the periphery…

It was where Louis was located.

The surrounding knights were all stunned, without any warning or logic, this monster seemed driven by some mysterious will, directly locking onto the Red Tide Lord.

“What grudge do I have with you?!” Realizing that this monster was rapidly approaching, Louis couldn’t help but shout out, but his eyes were wide open.

[Bloodline Talent: Trajectory]activated!

A trajectory line extended from Titus’ shoulder.

It crossed the war spear vine thorn at his left side, the torsion at his waist, and the sweep direction of the next moment, all formed in Louis’ mind in advance.

“Left dash… then right slash!”

He almost instinctively yanked the reins, the warhorse neighing as it leapt sharply to the right, while his body suddenly ducked down.

“Boom!”

The vine thorn, as hard as steel, grazed his cheek, trailing a hot blood mist, slicing a gash in the armor over his left ear.

Snowflakes and blood droplets fell simultaneously, icy coldness and burning pain invaded his senses at the same moment.

Although he dodged that strike, his chest was still muffled by the aftershock, and his arms were numb.

The strength gap was too vast, he had narrowly dodged the scythe of death.

“So close… if I were half a second slower, I’d be headless!”

Louis cursed inwardly, the chill caused by terror still hadn’t dissipated from his chest, he forced himself to suppress the chaos of his heartbeat.

Engaging head-on would be to seek death, the gap between him and the pinnacle level was not just one of strength and speed, but an unbridgeable chasm between life and death.

He could only stall him, so he quickly chanted a spell, instinctively releasing his most familiar magic.

“Body Fixing Technique!”

The silver-white sigil light erupted from his palm, like a binding lock wrapping around Titus’ legs.

The vines stiffened momentarily.

“Fireball Technique!”

A blazing fireball was hurled, exploding violently at the side of the vine armor.

It didn’t harm a bit of flesh, but it was enough to force Titus’ vine offensive to pause for half a breath.

“Defensive formation!”

Lambert roared, and five extraordinary knights immediately closed in around Louis, the clash of steel and blood vines exploded loudly.

He stood at the forefront with his sword, as his longsword slashed down, it sparked and tangled with the blood vine as hard as a steel whip, every step forcefully blocking the opponent’s offensive on the edge of death.

Louis retreated under the cover of the guards, regretting to death in his heart.

“Why did I act smart? If I had just stayed on that hillside watching, I wouldn’t have ended up in this damned situation…”

Titus’ rage flower pulsed faster and faster, the red mist rolling closer, like the maw of a giant beast, ready to swallow Louis and his guards whole.

While avoiding clumsily, Louis continued to use magic to force the vines to turn, barely maintaining this shaky path of survival.

Lambert gritted his teeth and crossed his sword, the defensive formation was already on the verge of collapse.

Just at the moment when the Bloodvine surged from the ground, the threat looming overhead.

“Louis! Get back!” It was the voice of Duke Edmund, deep as thunder.

Accompanying the roar, eight fierce streams of Fighting Energy, like meteors, tore through the red mist.

The Transcendents of the Cold Iron Knight Order, clad in blood-stained armor, advanced alongside the Duke.

The snow beneath their feet vaporized in the heat and impact of Fighting Energy, their charge tracing a path like a burning river of steel.

They pressed in from both sides and the front simultaneously, flames, lightning, and ice intertwined into a moving barrier of death, forcibly cutting a breathing space between Titus and Louis.

Louis was roughly pulled from the battle zone by Lambert. As he glanced back, he saw fourteen knights collide with that “Flower Doll Body” like the last gamble of destiny.

Each of Titus’s swings not only carried power beyond that of a Peak Knight, but also was accompanied by Bloodvines shooting fiercely in all directions, as if the entire battlefield was assisting him.

Vine thorns swept across, armor shattered, blood sprayed, but none of the knights retreated; instead, they burned their Fighting Energy to the limit, even overdrawing their lives for the chance to exploit a moment’s flaw.

Flames scorched through vine armor, lightning spikes pierced the angry flower, ice locked his joints.

The eight knights worked together to push Titus step by step into the deeper snow, forming a tightening vortex of death.

And Titus’s movements gradually slowed.

The petals of the angry flower trembled in the fierce wind, the color of the vines turning black, cracking, and the pulses deep within the flower heart began to chaotic, like the last gasp of a drowning person.

Edmund stepped on the broken Bloodvine and leaped high, blue light surging on the giant hammer, “Die!!”

Boom!!!

The hammer strike heavily smashed onto the twisted core in Titus’s chest—the Burning Pain Vine Court.

In the next instant, the angry flower exploded violently, the vines turned to flying ash in the air, swallowed by wind and snow.

Titus’s body collapsed into the snow, silent and motionless.

The battlefield fell into a momentary freeze.

As if some invisible force had been severed…

The blood flowers blooming on the giants’ chests suddenly closed tightly, cracked, the vines withered into a pile of gray debris, and the enormous, unsupported bodies collapsed, causing the snow to tremble.

Those endlessly roaring Barbarian Race soldiers, too, stiffened as though their souls were drawn out the moment the angry flower withered, and they collectively fell into the snow, silent once more.

The red glow in the magical beasts’ eyes scattered around the battlefield extinguished, as if their life force had been drained, and they collapsed heavily, their cold blood seeping into the white snow.

The red mist stopped swirling, dispersed with the wind.

All the knights understood that they had won.

The Northern Frontier had survived too.

Yet at this moment, no one cheered.

The sound of long swords and warhammers loosening was particularly crisp in the deathly silent valley.

They merely breathed heavily, their bodies empty like hollow shells of iron after Fighting Energy was burned out.

Some sat paralyzed in the snow, letting ice and snow fall into the gaps of their armor, some held their chipped long swords, staring blankly at the fallen enemy.

Others looked up at the gray sky, their eyes void as if aged decades.

The wind swept through the valley, stirring a swirl of vine debris, like a silent elegy.

This victory was not glory but a cost.

And at the core of the battlefield, Louis’s horse slowly stopped, yet in the next moment, his whole body heavily fell to the ground.

“Lord!”

“Louis!”

The knights and Duke Edmund’s exclamations rang out almost simultaneously, and five Red Tide Knights swiftly surrounded him.

Lambert didn’t even sheathe his sword, directly leaping off his horse, one hand supporting Louis’s helmet, the other reaching for his neck.

He held his breath, until he felt the steady yet faint pulse, then slowly exhaled a breath of white mist.

“It’s alright… Just fainted, probably due to the stress of battle and exhaustion from the charge.”

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

On today’s ledger of merits, none outshone Louis, the “Clearing Mist” he brought nearly saved the core strength of the entire Northern Territory.

Everyone believed he had merely exhausted himself, a good rest would awaken him.

Only Louis knew, a wisp of red mist like a wandering thread, quietly slipped into his mind.