Chapter 1051 - 153: Trial Passed · Legendary Level Weapon · Oath Lance!

Chapter 1051: Chapter 153: Trial Passed · Legendary Level Weapon · Oath Lance!

Thirty-five to fifty minutes... The sand in the hourglass has mostly run out.

"Urgh!" Oerstein was struck again in the chest by a heavy blow, the divine light flickering violently, almost collapsing, but he roared and used the warhammer to stubbornly brace himself on the ground, refusing to fall, as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the ground like burning lava.

Demster’s Raven Storm had long been suppressed to its limits, the black mist thinning, yet he still stood firmly in the path of Roland’s fiercest attacks, using his body to buy breathing space for his companions. His consciousness was becoming hazy, sustained only by a will of steel and a copious amount of potions.

Dietrich’s religious holy image dimmed, almost squeezing out the last drop of divine power, the light like a veil covering the wounded bodies of his companions, healing the most fatal injuries. His own divine general form was almost transparent.

Rong’en’s platinum holy flame was reduced to a thin layer covering his body; he abandoned offense, pouring all his remaining strength into defense and distraction, repeatedly crashing his burning form against Roland’s sword edge, attempting to disrupt his rhythm.

Hilude had become the last pillar. Her sword movements were no longer sharp, only leaving the purest blocks and redirects. With every clash with the Melted Gold Longsword, her divine general form trembled violently, seemingly ready to crumble the next moment. But her eyes burned with a will brighter than ever! Under extreme pressure, the effect of [Promise of Illusion] was pushed to its limits, as if she danced on a razor’s edge, leaping repeatedly on the brink of destruction, stubbornly holding off most of Roland’s attacks.

Forty minutes... Fifty minutes...

The battlefield was a ghost of its former self, muddy flats transformed into scorched earth riddled with vast pits and radial fissures. The divine generals’ forms grew blurry and battered from collision after collision, like candles in the wind, yet never fully extinguished! Their will forged into fine steel under the repeated strikes of the legendary heavy hammer, unbroken, becoming more condensed and durable!

Boom!

The last fierce collision! Roland swept his sword across, simultaneously sending the five struggling divine generals flying! Like meteors, they crashed onto the charred ground, the radiant glow of their divine general forms completely faded, unable to hold, disintegrating to reveal their true, blood-bathed, severely wounded, utterly exhausted forms beneath.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

One hour, up.

Edgar Roland sheathed his sword and stood. The melted gold glow on him slowly withdrew, the terrifying oppression ebbing like the tide. He stood in the center of the battlefield, looking at the five Divine Chosen Knights collapsed on the ground, struggling to rise, exhausted to the point where they could barely move, yet still striving to stand, and the Hesse soldiers behind them holding their weapons tight, eyes ablaze with unyielding flames.

The subtle hint of disdain and scrutiny on his face vanished completely, replaced instead by a sense of satisfaction and approval akin to observing a younger generation.

"Enough." Roland’s voice echoed on the silent battlefield, "You all... did well."

He watched as the five Divine Chosen Knights, struggling, supported each other, finally managing to stand up with resilience. His gaze swept over Hilude’s blood-stained, determined face, over Oerstein’s shaky yet still straight spine.

"Remember the feeling of today," Roland’s voice turned unmistakably solemn, "Remember this will that refuses to yield even on the brink of collapse."

"A knight’s power stems from bloodlines, from divine grace, but most from here." He extended his arm, heavily thumped his chest covered by the armor, producing a deep metallic echo.

"Facing the chaos tide, facing the ocean of the undead, facing world-overturning despair... only an unwavering will, an indomitable soul, and an inexhaustible supply and recovery are humanity’s greatest, and last, weapons!"

"It can allow you to strike the last sword when your bloodline runs dry, raise your spine when divine grace is cut off, even ignite that spark capable of setting everything ablaze when darkness swallows all!"

"Today, you have proven you possess this will. This is more precious than any power."

His gaze finally turned to Su Li, who was supported by others, equally exhausted but whose eyes shone brightly: "Young Lord, you have an extraordinary group of knights, and you’ve provided them with an amazing supply indeed. Carry this will forward. This despairing world needs such light." ℯ

The words concluded; Edgar Roland’s form, composed of pure holy light, began to become transparent like mist in the dawn, ultimately transforming into innumerable golden lights, rising and enveloping the Black Hessen soldiers who, although scarred and exhausted, had sharper eyes and more tempered, steel-like will than before.

Amidst the golden light, the lakebed waves of Blue Mirror Lake surged, and a longspear radiating golden, blazing brilliance rose slowly from the lakebed, like a Sea-Stabilizing Lance, the dazzling golden light soared to the sky.

Then this dazzling golden lance, gathering the fragments left by the Oath Knight Order on the battlefield, coalesced into a nearly hundred-meter sky-reaching pillar! As the light reached its peak, the dazzling golden light retracted, transforming into a spear over three meters long, flying into Su Li’s hand.

Legendary Level Weapon · Oath Lance wholly accepted Su Li, being mastered by Hesse Territory!