Chapter 1052 - 154: Brutal Victory and the Power of Legendary Level Weapons

Chapter 1052: Chapter 154: Brutal Victory and the Power of Legendary Level Weapons

When that majestic golden figure of Edgar Roland along with the purified heroic spirits of the Oath Knight Order transformed into countless points of light and dissipated into the sky above Brionne River, the entire battlefield fell into a brief moment of absolute silence.

It was as if time had been frozen.

Then suddenly, like a volcano repressed for millennia erupting with a thunderous roar!

"Vict—ory—!!!"

Someone, using all their strength, hoarsely shouted out the first cry. This voice was like the spark that ignites a fuse.

"Victory! We won!"

"Long live Hesse! Long live the Lord!"

"Praise the Sun Goddess!"

Raucous cheers swept across the scorched battlefield like a tidal wave! Like thunder rolling over the earth, like a tsunami smashing against cliffs! The exhausted, battle-scarred soldiers of Hesse forgot their pain, forgot their fear, forgot the suffering they had just endured, as if struggling under epic pressure for a century! They cast aside their weapons, embraced their comrades, pounding their blood-stained and mud-covered chest armor, releasing the most primal and fervent cries with all their might!

Wave upon wave of cheers gathered into an unstoppable flood!

The dwarves threw their heavy war axes and warhammers high into the sky, letting out rough roars that made the ground tremble beneath them. The Half Griffin Knights rode their equally excited mounts, weaving through the cheering crowd, raising their blood-soaked lances high, the tips reflecting the sunlight piercing through the smoke clouds, shining brightly. Firearms Soldiers pulled their triggers towards the sky, the gunshots echoing like victory salutes!

Five Divine Chosen Knights, surrounded by soldiers, though all pale-faced, their Divine forms long undone, and bodies covered in wounds both deep and shallow, still stood tall and proud. Oerstein grinned, his bloodstained teeth showing, bursting into deafening laughter. Hilude’s weary face blossomed into a radiant smile, relieved, like the first rise of the Fiery Sun.

Su Li, accompanied by Aeliria, slowly walked to the center of the ocean of cheers. He too was exhausted, but his eyes burned with a fire hotter than victory — it was confidence in the future, pride in his comrades who fought beside him, and veneration for this glory exchanged through blood and will. He raised high the Legendary Level Weapon, the Oath Lance!

"Warriors of Hesse Territory!" His voice wasn’t loud, yet it clearly rose above the deafening cheers, carrying a power that penetrated the heart, "We! Have won!"

"Roar—!!!" The response was even more fervent and earthshaking! Soldiers using weapons struck shields and the ground, producing a unified thunderous sound!

"For victory! For glory! For Hesse!" Su Li’s voice was resolute.

"For victory! For glory! For Hesse! For the Lord!" The chants of thousands merged into one voice, seemingly about to overturn the sky!

In stark contrast, on the highland of Blue Mirror Castle, Baron Grant seemed to have all bones drained from his body, collapsing on the muddy ground, the lavish lordly robe was covered in dirt and bloodstains, his meticulously groomed hair in disarray. His complexion was ashen like a corpse, lips quivering, yet unable to utter a sound.

The deafening cheers filled with endless joy and power from below were like countless glowing hot steel needles piercing into his eardrums, stabbing into his heart! Every "victory," every "Hesse," was like a heavy hammer smashing his remaining illusions and dignity to pieces!

"No... impossible..." He murmured, his voice dry like sandpaper rubbing, "Sea God’s Fury... Green Knight Legion... even... even the mirror image of Holy Sanctuary Knights... all... all defeated?"

He suddenly lifted his head, bloodshot eyes staring fiercely at the battlefield. There, what used to belong to him, Blue Mirror Lake, was now a chaotic battlefield. He saw those rejoicing Hesse soldiers like ants, saw that shining young lord surrounded by the masses, like the sun — Su Li Zijinghua!

"Manan above... why... why..." Baron Grant’s fingernails dug deep into his palm, joints whitening from force. Despair tightened around his heart like a cold venomous snake, squeezing tighter and tighter.

He remembered the ancient sea dragon’s remains he spent countless efforts and sacrificed numerous lives to excavate from Blue Mirror Lake’s depths; recalled those who became unrecognizable fanatics of Manan for the "Sea God’s Fury" ceremony; remembered the Green Knight Legion he placed high hopes in, thinking it could reverse everything; remembered the final appearance of the mirror image that seemed like a divine miracle of the Holy Sanctuary Knights... that should’ve been his final hope to turn the table!

However, all this, everything, became the cruelest joke in the thunderous cheers!

"My... my kingdom... my Blue Mirror Territory..." Baron Grant’s body started to shake uncontrollably like leaves in a cold wind. Everything he meticulously planned, risked everything for, the foundation he relied on to survive, was completely crushed, trampled, turned to nothing within a single day! ℯℯ𝑙.

"No! No! No!!!" He suddenly let out a heart-wrenching, inhuman screech! This shriek was filled with endless venom, despair, and unwillingness, yet was instantly drowned out by the louder victory celebrations below.

He painfully struck the filthy ground, as if wanting to smash this cruel reality! Blood seeped from his joints, staining the cold stone red.