Chapter 1050 - 153: Trial Passed · Legendary Level Weapon · Oath Lance! _3

Chapter 1050: Chapter 153: Trial Passed · Legendary Level Weapon · Oath Lance! _3

Clearly, he had not anticipated that the female knight, whose divine general body should have been shattered and possibly even dead, would again manifest a divine general body.

Moreover, there was no fear or shock on her face from having walked to the brink of the Ghost Gate. On the contrary, she was stunningly brilliant, exceptionally heroic, and decisively launched an attack.

[Legendary Level Talisman: The Blessing of the Three Goddesses of Destiny - Promise of Illusion]! It can reverse the damage endured in the past three minutes and greatly enhance her healing effects.

Just now, sensing that a truly significant challenge was imminent, Su Li handed this talisman over to Hilude.

And Su Li’s judgment was indeed accurate. When the reflection of Edgar Roland, the Holy Sanctuary Knight, appeared, this talisman in Hilude’s possession exhibited incomparable effects.

Hilude decisively raised her longsword, the sharp divine chosen level longsword directly slicing upward through the shoulder of Roland’s reflection. From a distance, Roland Knight’s upper body seemed vertically cleaved in two.

Hilude calmly said, "Roland Knight, I’ll also teach you a lesson: Never be careless until you know all of your opponent’s hidden cards; always remain calm and cautious!"

"Good!" Roland shouted low, unexpectedly with a hint of admiration! Yet he did not turn around, as the golden holy light on his back suddenly blazed intensely, seemingly coagulating into an invisible light shield!

[Blazing Blood of Sanctity]! Activate actively or trigger passively when near death. The blazing blood flowing within the body is like molten gold, emitting divine brilliance and heat. It can heal fatal wounds (pierced organs, broken bones, torn muscles) with visible speed, forcibly expelling chaotic energy, undead curses, toxins, or magic corruption that invades the body. The wound area leaves a short-lived golden glow and burning scars.

Almost simultaneously with his full-force eruption, the wounds on his body began healing rapidly.

"Good." Roland’s voice remained deep, yet it carried less indifference than before, and more a hint of acknowledged battle intent, "Finally, you look more like it. Next, let me show you what a true bloodline knight is."

He held his longsword level, the point directed towards the five divine chosen warriors on the battlefield. Demster used extraordinary ears and a magic potion, forcibly reactivating the divine general state.

"The true trial, begins now!"

He no longer displayed sophisticated techniques to deflect force nor deliberately sought vulnerabilities. He simply lifted his sword, wielded, thrust, and blocked. Every movement carried the terrifying strength of a mountain’s collapse, and every collision unleashed deafening roars and earth-ripping shockwaves!

Boom!

A sword slash fell! Oerstein roared as he lifted the earth-shaking warhammer to block. Amidst the metallic clashes, the ground beneath the Lion King’s feet cracked like a spider web, and the huge divine general body was forcibly dwarfed, knees sinking into the mire! His arm muscles bulged, veins raised like twisting dragons, mouth spilling "blood" condensed from divine power, yet the battle intention in those lion eyes burned even more fiercely!

Bang!

A punch explodes forth! Directly impacting Demster’s reformed obsidian chest! Demster seemed struck by a siege hammer, flying backward, carving a deep trench into the ground as black mist roiled violently and the divine general body flickered uncertainly. But he crushed his steel teeth, hands firmly thrust into the earth, forcibly halting his retreat, and lowly roaring as he stood up again!

Sword light like lightning! The target was Dietrich, who was fully engaged in healing magic for his companions! Rong’en’s Platinum Holy Flame promptly transformed into a flame shield to block the side. The Holy Flame and melting gold sword qi swiftly extinguished, and the chaotic energy flow blew Rong’en away, creating cracks across the platinum divine general body. But he rolled upon landing to dispel force, immediately standing again, though the Holy Flame dimmed, it continued to burn!

Hilude became Roland’s main "sandbag." Her Fiery Sun Divine Sword constantly struck against the melted gold longsword, each clash left her arm numb, the tiger’s mouth splitting, and her divine general body’s Fiery Sun divine power violently shaking. Roland’s sword momentum was as heavy as Mount Tai and swift as the wind, forcing her to constantly block, dispel force, and retreat, leaving a series of deep pits in the muddy tide flats. Her armor was covered with dents and sword marks, golden dots (divine power dissipating) constantly seeped from her mouth corners, but her gaze remained sharp as ever, every block precise and tenacious, deploying the [Blessing of the Three Goddesses of Destiny - Promise of Illusion] to its fullest recovery effect, barely maintaining the divine general state.

Time, slowly trickled away amidst suffocating collisions. Every second felt like an eternity.

Ten minutes...

On the battlefield, the five divine generals stood like five reefs amid a storm. Time and again, they were repelled, knocked down, wounded, the light of the divine general flickering under heavy pressure, seemingly on the verge of extinguishing. Oerstein’s rocky pedestal had long shattered, Demster’s obsidian armor was riddled with cracks, Dietrich’s healing light diminished to weak urgency, and Rong’en’s Platinum Holy Flame flickered like a candle in the wind, while Hilude was blood-drenched, teetering. Yet whenever Roland thought they would fall, they quickly replenished themselves, various potions, magic potion, extraordinary ears providing them with powerful sustenance, enabling them to swiftly recover their strength, continuing the fight.

Thirty minutes... time halfway.

The soldiers of the Hesse Territory had long ceased their charge, grasping their weapons tightly, nails embedded into palms, nervously and reverently watching their guardian gods valiantly endure against legendary might. Every time a divine general fell, their hearts leapt to their throats; every time a divine general stood resiliently, they let out restrained, powerful shouts! These shouts coalesced into an invisible torrent of faith, sustaining the five blood-soaked figures at the center of the battlefield.