Knight Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence.

Chapter 402 Trial Passed - Legendary Weapon - Spear of Oath!
The words of the Holy Knight Edgar Roland resounded like the drums of war, announcing the start of the final trial. He did not summon a vast army; he merely took a step forward.

Boom!
This step, however, seemed to have landed on the very heart of the battlefield! An indescribable, terrifying pressure, like a tangible tsunami, swept across the battlefield! It was not a simple physical impact, but a soul-shaking force originating from a higher level of life and a purer source of power!
"Who gave you permission to stand?!" Roland's deep voice carried an unquestionable authority.

boom--! ! !
Centered on him, the muddy tidal flats within a radius of several hundred meters were slammed down as if by an invisible, immense hammer! The violent tremors shook the entire battlefield! The Black Forest soldiers, who had just regrouped and were charging bravely through the gap torn in the half-griffin knights' ranks, were like sandcastles struck by a giant wave, collapsing to the ground in droves! The hard plate armor struck the ground with a piercing roar, heavy shields flew from their hands, and the momentum of the charge was abruptly cut off! Even the ferocious half-griffins let out terrified cries, their heavy bodies trembling under the weight, almost kneeling on the ground!

Only the five divine generals standing in the center of the army formation, like rocks in a storm, withstood this terrifying pressure! Their divine bodies erupted with unprecedented brilliance, the ground beneath their feet sank deeply, cracks spreading like a spider web, but they—did not kneel!
"Legendary power!" Hilde gritted her teeth and shouted, the blazing divine light of the sun burning fiercely around her, resisting the all-pervasive pressure.

"Protect the soldiers!" The religious icon of Dietrich burst forth with an unprecedentedly soft light, soothing everyone's fear and despair and easing the deadly pressure.

However, this is just the beginning.

Edgar Roland moved. His movements didn't seem fast, but with each step, he seemed to teleport closer to the divine generals. The seemingly ancient longsword in his hand now flowed with a divine radiance like molten gold.

"Stop him!" Demst roared, summoning a large number of ravens to block Roland's path. *Thud!* The legendary longsword easily pierced through his sturdy divine armor, severely injuring him and sending him flying!
Despite his own safety, Dietrich used all his healing powers to save Durmst.

Roland sneered, "Your healing is annoying." His longsword slashed towards Dietrich! The religious icon in Dietrich's hand shattered instantly, and his right hand, holding the icon, was severed once more!
In a short time, the two generals fell!

Fortunately, Roland wasn't particularly aggressive. After injuring the two generals, he didn't press his advantage. Instead, he sheathed his sword and beckoned to the remaining generals, saying, "Come on, let me see your strength."

"Attack!" Hilder's roar shattered the silence, and her golden longsword instantly illuminated the battlefield, slashing towards Roland's sword-wielding arm! Almost simultaneously, Orstein, like a raging lion, unleashed his earth-shattering warhammer with a muffled roar of wind and thunder, crashing down towards Roland's head! Although Ron was a newcomer, his platinum holy flames erupted without reservation, the blazing beams like a spear of judgment, piercing straight into Roland's chest!
Faced with the combined attack of the three divine generals, Roland's eyes flashed with golden light, but there was no trace of solemnity. Instead, there was a hint of... scrutiny?
"Too slow!" a deep voice said.

He didn't use any abilities; his body simply slid half a step to the side and back at an incredibly small angle.

Swish!
Hilder's greatsword, imbued with the divine power of the sun, barely grazed Roland's arm armor before striking empty air! The violent, sun-like sword energy carved a deep trench in the mud behind them, yet it didn't even touch the hem of Roland's clothes. Hilder, having exerted too much force, staggered, her divine power momentarily sluggish.

call!
Just as Hilde's sword strike missed its mark, Roland's left hand shot out like lightning!

clang--!
A crisp, ear-piercing clang rang out! His gauntlets, enveloped in golden divine light, struck the side of Orstein's warhammer with unparalleled precision! A strange and exquisitely refined force instantly penetrated it! Orstein felt as if his warhammer had struck a rapidly spinning top; the terrifying power capable of shaking mountains was deflected, and the warhammer, carrying his massive body, involuntarily staggered to the side, his fully charged strike crumbling! And the direction he staggered in just happened to block the platinum holy flame beam shot by Ron!

Ron's expression changed drastically. He forcibly deflected the beam of light, and the blazing platinum beam grazed Orstein's shoulder armor and shot into the distance, instantly vaporizing a half-collapsed ruin in the distance!

The three's meticulously planned combined attack was neutralized as easily as child's play by Roland's two nonchalant, subtle movements! He didn't even use his longsword!
"Tsk, if you don't understand how to handle heavy tasks with ease and skillfully control force, then you have no hope at all." Roland's lips curled into a sneer.

At the same time, he held his longsword horizontally, and the blade suddenly burst forth. In the next moment, an unparalleled force struck Hilde directly.

Even though Hilder managed to parry with all her might at the last second, the ferocious sword still pierced through her armor and instantly pierced her right shoulder. Even more terrifying, the immense force sent Hilder, with her divine body, flying hundreds of meters backward!

The massive divine general crashed to the ground, causing the entire battlefield to tremble violently. With an earth-shattering force, over a dozen human knights and green knights were knocked down.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned. What kind of legendary power could cause such terrifying damage?

Is legendary-level strength really that overwhelming for a chosen one?
"Again!" After Roland knocked Hilde away, he did not continue to pursue her. Instead, he beckoned to the remaining four generals with his finger, his posture filled with absolute confidence and a hint of... expectation?
A profound sense of humiliation fueled an even stronger fighting spirit within the four divine generals!
"Adjust your formation! Form ranks!" Orstein roared, and the four divine generals immediately took their positions together, becoming even more cautious. They no longer attacked rashly, but instead, led by Demst, prepared to withstand the opponent's attacks and then strike at the perfect moment.

Seeing the three men's instantaneous adjustments and changes, Roland smiled contemptuously: "Oh? You learn quickly. Well then... take this!"

This time, he took the initiative! His figure was still as fast as a ghost, but his movements were even smaller. A point of dazzling golden light gathered on the blade of his sword, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, and instantly struck a gaping hole in Demst's chest where a flock of ravens were flying.

"Don't even think about it!" Demst roared, pouring all his power into defense! His obsidian-like divine body instantly expanded, becoming the most solid wall of sighs, fiercely blocking everyone's path! At the same time, countless ravens burning with black and purple flames surged towards Roland, attempting to interfere.

clang--! ! !
The molten gold longsword pierced through Demst's crossed arm armor! This collision, like a divine hammer striking a divine anvil, produced a metallic tremor that pierced the soul!

puff!

Demst's obsidian armor, strong enough to withstand a sea dragon's tail strike, was pierced like paper by the legendary Mirror Sword! The sword tip, burning with holy flames, pierced through his arm and plunged into Demst's chest! Terrifying holy flames instantly erupted within his body!

"Ugh—!" Demst let out a painful groan. His entire divine general body was like a black torch that had been lit. As he staggered backward, his divine general state suddenly disintegrated.

Dietrich, his eyes blazing with fury, recklessly unleashed his most powerful healing spell upon him. The gentle light of life clashed fiercely with the scorching holy flames.

This scene caused everyone to gasp in shock. In less than five minutes, a chosen knight had been forced into a god-general state.

Can our side really hold out for an hour?

Roland dealt a heavy blow to Demst, but without pausing, he spun his molten gold longsword, which whistled as it tore through space, and slashed behind him, directly blocking Hilder's surprise attack.

A crisp, resounding collision! Hilde's blazing longsword trembled violently, the divine light emanating from its blade becoming chaotic. She felt an incredibly sharp force pierce through the sword, striking her arm's meridians, instantly causing her entire arm to go numb and tingle! Had she not managed to deflect the force in time, the longsword would have almost slipped from her grasp!

But the attack had an effect! Roland was knocked back for the first time, staggering back a few steps before regaining his balance. He turned to look at Hilde, a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Hmm? Not bad! You've actually mastered the art of controlling force. It seems your blood is boiling, and breaking through to the legendary knight level is only a matter of time."

Just as Hilde breathed a slight sigh of relief, Roland suddenly changed his attitude and thrust his sword into Hilde's chest. The sword was incredibly fast, and Hilde had no time to react.

At the same time, Roland revealed a cruel grin: "But! Geniuses have been as numerous as stars throughout history, and nine out of ten thousand of them perish on the path to becoming legendary. Only one in ten thousand can actually advance to legendary status. So, do you understand? Only those who survive are qualified to advance!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly twisted the hilt of his sword, and the longsword sliced ​​through Hilde's chest, spraying blood everywhere. Hilde's divine body was also shattered!
"Hilde!" Orstein roared furiously, charging forward with his warhammer, seizing the extremely brief opening after Roland's attack—a moment when "old power had dissipated and new power had not yet arisen"! The earth-shattering warhammer, concentrated to its utmost, roared through the air like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, striking directly at the slightly exposed ribcage beneath Roland's attack! The timing, angle, and power were all perfectly executed!
A hint of surprise flashed across Roland's face, seemingly not expecting the seemingly reckless Lion King to have such accurate judgment and swift burst of power. He leaned back slightly with an unnatural flexibility, while his free left hand transformed from fingers to palm, a thin layer of golden light instantly covering his palm. Without dodging or avoiding, he directly struck the side of the incoming hammerhead!
Bang!
A dull, resounding crash! Orstein felt as if his warhammer had struck a resilient mountain of divine gold; the terrifying recoil caused excruciating pain in his arm, instantly shattering his attack! But Roland's palm, covered in golden light, also trembled slightly, clearly indicating that taking that blow head-on was no easy feat. He used the momentum to retreat several steps, creating distance between himself and the hammer.

As he retreated, the longsword in Hilde's hand suddenly burst forth with brilliant golden light once more, carrying the will to purify all evil, like the will cast by a goddess, and pierced Roland's back!
Roland looked down at the blood-stained longsword that pierced his chest from back to front, a look of disbelief on his face for the first time. He turned his head with difficulty, looking at the dazzling goddess behind him and the heroic aura on her face, and asked incredulously, "You... how could this be..."

Clearly, he had no idea that the female knight, whose divine general body should have been shattered and who might even have died, had actually condensed her divine general body again.

Moreover, the other party showed no signs of fear or dread after narrowly escaping death; on the contrary, he was exceptionally handsome and heroic, and launched an immediate and resolute attack.

[Legendary Amulet - Blessing of the Three Fates - False Promise]! It can reverse damage taken within 3 minutes and greatly increase your healing output.

Just now, sensing that a truly great challenge was about to begin, Su Li handed the amulet to Hilde.

Su Li's judgment was indeed correct. When the mirror image of Edgar Roland, the Holy Knight, appeared, the amulet exerted an unparalleled effect in Hilde's hands. Hilde also decisively raised her longsword, the sharp Chosen-grade longsword slicing directly upwards through the shoulder of Roland's mirror image. From a distance, it looked as if the upper body of the Roland Knight had been vertically cut in two.

Hilde said calmly, "Sir Roland, let me also tell you a lesson: never be careless before you know all of your opponent's cards; always be calm and cautious!"

"Good!" Roland exclaimed softly, his voice carrying a hint of approval! But he did not turn around; the golden holy light on his back suddenly intensified, as if condensing into an invisible shield of light!

【Blazing Blood - Holy Blood】! Actively activated or passively triggered when near death. The blazing blood flowing within is like molten gold, radiating a holy brilliance and intense heat. It can heal fatal wounds (pierced internal organs, broken bones, torn muscles) at a visible speed, forcibly expelling invading chaotic energy, necromantic curses, poisons, or magical corruption. Wounds will leave a brief golden glow and burning scars.

Almost at the same time he unleashed his full power, the wounds on his body began to heal rapidly.

“Not bad.” Roland’s voice was still deep, but it had lost some of its previous indifference and gained a hint of appreciative fighting spirit. “You’re finally starting to look good. Now, let me show you what a true Bloodline Knight is like.”

He held his longsword horizontally, the tip pointing at the five chosen ones on the battlefield. Durmst used the Extraordinary Spike and the Magic Wine to forcibly reactivate his God General state.

"The real test begins now!"

He didn't employ any more sophisticated techniques to deflect force, nor did he deliberately seek out openings. He simply raised his sword, swung it, thrust, and parried. Each movement carried the terrifying power of a collapsing mountain, and each collision unleashed a deafening roar and a shockwave that tore the earth apart!
boom!
With a single strike, Orstein roared and raised his earth-shattering warhammer to block. Amidst the deafening clang of metal against metal, the ground beneath the Lion King's feet shattered like a spiderweb, his massive divine body hunched over, his knees sinking into the mud! His arm muscles bulged, veins throbbing like writhing dragons, and "blood" formed from divine power spilled from his mouth, but the fighting spirit in his lion eyes burned even more fiercely!
boom!
A punch was thrown! It landed directly on the obsidian chest that Demster had just condensed! Demster was like a battering ram, his whole body flying backward, plowing a deep trench in the ground. The black mist surged violently, and his divine general body flickered, but he gritted his teeth and dug his hands into the ground, forcibly stopping his retreat. He roared and stood up again!

The sword flashed like lightning! Its target was Dietrich, who was frantically casting healing spells on his comrades! Ron's platinum holy flames instantly transformed into a fiery shield, blocking the attack from the side. The holy flames and the molten gold sword energy fiercely annihilated each other, the resulting energy turbulence sending Ron flying, cracks appearing on his platinum-haired general's body. But he landed, rolled to absorb the impact, and immediately regained his footing; though his holy flames had dimmed, they still burned brightly!
Hilde became Roland's primary "punching bag." Her blazing sun sword clashed repeatedly with the molten gold longsword, each clash leaving her arms numb and her hands cracked, the divine power of the sun within her divine body violently surging. Roland's sword strikes were as heavy as mountains and as swift as the wind, forcing her to constantly parry, deflect the force, and retreat, leaving deep craters in the muddy mudflats. Her armor was covered in dents and sword marks, golden light (divine power dissipating) constantly spilling from the corners of her mouth, but her eyes remained sharp as ever. Each parry was precise and tenacious, utilizing the restorative power of the [Blessing of the Three Fates - False Promise] to its fullest extent, barely maintaining her divine general state.

Time flowed slowly amidst the suffocating collisions. Each second felt like an eternity.

ten minutes…

On the battlefield, the five divine generals were like five reefs in a raging storm. They were repeatedly repelled, knocked down, and wounded. Their divine light flickered under the immense pressure, as if it might be extinguished at any moment. Orstein's rocky base had long since shattered, Durmst's obsidian armor was riddled with cracks, Dietrich's healing radiance became weak and rapid, Ron's platinum flame was like a candle flickering in the wind, and Hilder was covered in blood, teetering on the verge of collapse. But each time Roland thought they would fall, they replenished their supplies with incredible speed. Various potions, magical elixirs, and extraordinary spikes provided them with powerful replenishment, allowing them to quickly regain their strength and continue fighting.

Thirty minutes... half the time has passed.

The soldiers of the Black Forest had long since ceased their charge. Gripping their weapons tightly, their nails digging into their palms, they watched with tense awe as their guardian spirit struggled against the legendary power. Each time the spirit fell, their hearts leaped into their throats; each time the spirit rose defiantly, they let out suppressed, powerful shouts! These shouts coalesced into an invisible torrent of faith, sustaining the five bloodied figures fighting valiantly in the center of the battlefield.

Thirty to fifty minutes... the hourglass has run out of time.

"Ugh!" Erstein was struck in the chest again by a heavy punch. His divine light flickered violently, and he almost disintegrated. But he roared and used his warhammer to hold the ground firmly, refusing to fall. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the ground like burning lava.

Durmström's Ravenstorm had long been suppressed to its limit, the black mist thinning, but he still stood firmly in the path of Roland's fiercest attack, using his body to buy his companions a chance to catch their breath. His consciousness was already somewhat blurred, sustained only by an indomitable will and a large amount of potions.

Dietrich's religious icon dimmed; he had almost exhausted his last bit of divine power. Its radiance, like a veil, covered his wounded companions, healing their most fatal wounds. His own divine body was now nearly transparent.

Ron's platinum flames were reduced to a thin layer covering his body. He abandoned his attack and used his last strength for defense and restraint, repeatedly using his burning body to strike Roland's sword, trying to disrupt his rhythm.

Hilder became the last pillar. Her swordplay was no longer fierce, but purely about parrying and deflecting force. Each clash with the molten gold longsword caused her divine body to tremble violently, as if it would collapse at any moment. But the burning will in her eyes was brighter than ever! The effect of [False Promise] was pushed to its limit, and she seemed to dance on the edge of a knife, repeatedly leaping on the brink of destruction, managing to hold back most of Roland's offensive.

Forty minutes...fifty minutes...

The battlefield was unrecognizable; the muddy tidal flats had become scorched earth riddled with huge craters and radiating fissures. The figures of the divine generals became blurred and broken with each clash, like candles flickering in the wind, yet they were never completely extinguished! Their will was like tempered steel, forged again and again under the legendary hammer, not only unbroken but becoming even more refined and resilient!
Boom!

The final, violent collision! Roland swept his sword across, sending the five struggling generals flying! They crashed onto the scorched earth like meteorites, the light of their divine bodies finally dimming completely, unable to be sustained any longer, and they disintegrated and dissipated, revealing their true forms below, covered in blood, riddled with wounds, and utterly exhausted.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

One hour later, we arrived.

Edgar Roland sheathed his sword and stood still. The molten gold radiance emanating from him slowly receded, and the terrifying pressure subsided like a receding tide. He stood in the center of the battlefield, looking at the five Chosen Knights who lay on the ground, almost exhausted even to stand up, yet still struggling to rise, and the Black Forest soldiers behind them, gripping their weapons tightly, their eyes burning with an indomitable flame.

The faint hint of disdain and scrutiny on his face vanished completely, replaced by a look of satisfaction and approval as he gazed upon a younger generation.

"Enough." Roland's voice echoed across the silent battlefield. "You... did a good job."

He watched as the five chosen knights struggled to support each other and finally stood up again, his gaze sweeping over Hilder's blood-stained, resolute face and over Orstein's almost unsteady but still straight spine.

“Remember how you felt today,” Roland’s voice became incredibly solemn, “Remember this will that was on the verge of collapse but never gave in.”

"The power of a knight comes from his bloodline, from divine grace, and even more so from here." He stretched out his hand, which was covered by arm armor, and pounded it heavily on his chest, producing a dull metallic echo.

"Faced with the raging tide of chaos, the vast ocean of the dead, and the despair that could overturn the world... only unwavering will, an indomitable spirit, and an inexhaustible supply of resources are humanity's most powerful and final weapons!"

"It allows you to unleash your final sword when your bloodline is exhausted, to stand tall when divine grace is severed, and to ignite that spark that can start a prairie fire even when darkness devours everything!"

“You have proven today that you possess this will. This is more precious than any power.”

His gaze finally fell on Su Li, who was being supported by the crowd, equally exhausted but with bright eyes: "Young lord, you have a group of remarkable knights, and of course you have provided them with amazing supplies. Carry this spirit and keep going. This desperate world needs such light."

As soon as he finished speaking, Edgar Roland's mirror image, composed of pure holy light, began to slowly become transparent, like the thin mist in the morning light. Finally, it transformed into countless golden points of light, rising up and enveloping a group of Black Forest warriors who, although wounded and exhausted, had eyes sharper and wills more solid than before the battle.

Amidst the surging waves at the bottom of Blue Mirror Lake, a long spear gleaming with intense golden light slowly rises from the lakebed, like a spear that can stabilize the sea, its dazzling golden light shooting straight into the sky.

Then, this golden spear, soaring straight towards the bull, absorbed all the fragments left behind by the Oath Knights on the battlefield, coalescing into a nearly 100-meter-tall pillar supporting the sky! After reaching its peak of brilliance, the dazzling golden light subsided, transforming into a spear over 3 meters long, which flew into Su Li's hand.

The legendary weapon, the Spear of Oath, has fully acknowledged Su Li and has been taken over by the Black Forest Territory!

(End of this chapter)