Knight Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence.

Chapter 445 Su Li's Terrifying Power - Overwhelming Gunther
The soaring roar of the green dragon, Eliria, tore through the sky of Blackforest Territory like a war horn. Su Li stood proudly atop the dragon's head, his arms crossed over his chest, his crimson lord's cloak fluttering in the gale-force winds of his high-speed flight. His calm gaze pierced through the clouds, precisely locking onto the profane land deep within the Skull Pass in the distance.

The terrain of the Skull Pass was incredibly treacherous. It was a vast crevice torn apart by time and violence, flanked by steep, knife-edged, weathered rock walls, dark reddish-brown and rusty. The pass itself was narrow and twisted, no more than a hundred meters wide at its widest point, and barely wide enough for a few riders to walk abreast at its narrowest. The ground was covered with sharp pebbles and the ghastly white skeletons of unknown creatures, crunching underfoot with a sickening sound. The air was thick with the pungent stench of blood, the acrid smell of sulfur, and a nauseating, burnt smell of flesh and blood consumed by demonic flames.

At this moment, in a relatively open depression deep within the pass, a blasphemous scene was unfolding. A twisted tower—the First Cry Skull Tower—built from hundreds of fresh human and dwarf skulls, stood at its center. Khorne's flames, the color of apocalyptic fire, burned in the hollow eye sockets of the skulls, illuminating the entire depression as if it were a corner of hell. Thick, not yet fully congealed blood seeped continuously from the cracks in the skulls, gathering into streams that flowed into a huge, boiling pool of blood surrounding the tower's base. The pool gurgled, emitting scorching steam and maddening psionic whispers.

Gunther Bloodhowl, the Chosen of Khorne, sat atop this throne forged from pain and death. His inhumanly massive body was covered in grotesque, blood-soaked plate armor, and the enormous Khorne bat wings on his back greedily absorbed the power of the Skullmount's demonic flames. The veins on his wing membranes bulged and throbbed like lava, each flap creating a whirlwind of whispers filled with blood and madness. In his hand he gripped a massive flail burning with raging hellfire, emitting a deafening roar as he urged a horde of utterly twisted, pus-covered, and bone-spiked bloodwing lessers below to drag several newly captured, terrified, and desperate travelers toward the skinning racks at the edge of the blood pool.

Just as Gunther was immersed in the ecstasy of the blood sacrifice and the thrill of his increased power, the sky suddenly darkened.

It wasn't dark clouds, but a shadow that blotted out the sun!
Accompanied by deafening dragon roars and sharp griffin cries, an astonishingly large air cavalry force descended like divine warriors, instantly filling the narrow sky above the pass!

Leading the pack was Lord Su Li's mount—the Chosen-class dragon, Eliria! Closely following behind were nearly thirty well-trained, ferocious griffins and horse vultures adorned with the insignia of the Black Forest Territory! On the backs of these monstrous mounts were the territory's most elite griffin riders, wielding gleaming spears or warhammers, their icy gazes fixed on the blasphemous altar below.

Further out, led by Hilde herself, were the Warhawk and Black Swan troops, who were smaller but more agile. They were like circling death gods, their bows already nocked with specially made anti-magic arrows.

This power appeared so suddenly and so immensely! Its chilling killing intent and overwhelming pressure slammed into the entire skull pass as if they were tangible! The originally raging demonic flames seemed to pause for a moment, and the corrupted and twisted bloodwing inferior demons let out terrified screams, subconsciously shrinking their bodies.

Gunther Bloodhowl abruptly raised his head, his crimson demonic eyes instantly contracting! The ecstasy and savagery on his face froze instantly, replaced by an incredulous astonishment and… a barely perceptible hint of fear!

"Su...Li?!" He roared hoarsely, recognizing the figure on the dragon's head. But what truly shook him was the power emanating from Su Li!
During their last encounter at the Black Forest Arena, Su Li's power, though formidable, remained within his comprehension. But now, the figure standing proudly atop the dragon's head exuded an aura like the deep starry sky, or a volcano about to erupt! It was an absolute suppression of the Chosen One level at the level of life itself! And it was a Chosen One level far more refined and oppressive than ordinary Chosen Ones!

How long has it been?! How could this human lord's power have increased so dramatically?!

What alarmed Gunther even more was the sheer size and power of this air cavalry! So many griffins, such well-trained knights, and that green dragon radiating terrifying dragon might… the strength of the Black Forest Territory was far more terrifying than he had anticipated! He had been entrenched here for his blood sacrifice, thinking it was a remote location with the interference of demonic flames and whispers, but he never expected that the enemy would not only find him so precisely, but also descend with such overwhelming force!
Even if the opponent appears one cycle later, his sacrifice will be completed! At that time, he can summon more Blood Oath armies and confront the opponent's main force!
Su Li looked down from his high vantage point at the blasphemous altar and the enraged Gunther below. His eyes were cold and calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, only a pure, all-crushing will. He slowly lowered his arms from his chest, his right hand gripping the legendary Oath Spear. A chilling voice pierced clearly through the boiling blood pool and the howls of the monsters below, resounding throughout the Skull Pass like a divine pronouncement:

“Gunther Bloodhowl. Your blasphemous rituals end here.”

"Your Blood God, today there is no head left to collect."

The moment he finished speaking, Su Li suddenly raised his spear, its sharp edge pointing directly at the burning skull and the hideous demon below!

"For order! For the goddess! Purify this place! Kill—!"

"Kill!!!" A deafening roar erupted from the mouths of every knight in the air, merging into a sound wave that tore through the clouds!

The green dragon Ariria opened her massive jaws, brewing a devastating dragon breath!

The griffin riders swooped down, their spears gleaming with a deadly cold light!
The rangers' arrows rained down like a storm, striking precisely at the twisted, bloodwinged lesser demons!
The holy light of purification and the wrath of righteous judgment, like a world-destroying torrent, crashed down upon this desecrated land tainted by the flames of Khorne!
Gunther Bloodhowl's astonishment was instantly replaced by overwhelming rage! Su Li's cold words and condescending attitude were like the most vicious insult, igniting every drop of the berserk factor within him that was soaked in the blood of Khorne!

"Su—Li—!" He roared, his voice shaking the rock walls, the sound even surpassing the dragon's cry and the griffin's shriek. His crimson demonic eyes burned with a mad fury more intense than the demonic flames of the skull. "Arrogant! Who do you think you are?! A mere hundred or so flying insects, daring to look down upon Khorne's chosen ones and trample on the Blood God's altar?!"

He abruptly rose from his throne, his imposing demonic body radiating a suffocating aura of oppression. The burning flails in his hands slammed into the boiling pool of blood, sending a shower of crimson rain down upon him!
"Open your dog eyes and see! See the power the Blood God has bestowed upon me! See what a true war anvil is!" Gunther spread his enormous bat wings and pointed to the edge of the depression below.

With his roar and the flails falling, the shadows around the depression seemed to come alive!

The earth trembled! From the edge of the filthy blood pool, behind the jagged rocks, and even from the crevices of the mountain of skulls, a terrifying torrent of steel surged forth!

That was a true Khorne heavy armored legion!

First to appear were hundreds of Blood God Warriors, like steel statues forged directly from pools of blood and sulfur. Each one was over two meters tall, covered in thick, chaotic plate armor studded with spikes and blasphemous runes, dark red, viscous blood flowing from the gaps in the armor. Their eyes, beneath their helmets, burned with an insatiable, bloodthirsty red light. They wielded massive double-bladed battleaxes, bloodstained greatswords, or heavy flails, their steps heavy and unified, each step making the earth groan. They were silent, but the killing intent contained within that silence was more chilling than any roar. This was Khorne's core backbone, a steel meat grinder born purely for melee slaughter!

Then came a horde of vampires, true demons of hell! Numbering in the hundreds, they were slightly smaller than the Blood God Warriors, but far more agile and ferocious. Their dark red skin resembled peeled muscle, twisted horns pierced their heads, and enormous hellfire-burning blades were their only weapons. They emitted sharp, piercing screechs, leaping about, eager to taste the blood of mortals. They were the embodiment of Khorne's fury, the reapers of the battlefield.

Finally, and most powerfully, were the Khorne Crushers. Though numbering less than a hundred, their overwhelming presence enveloped the entire battlefield, their aura utterly crushing the infantry. They were knights clad in heavy armor, riding Khorne Steel Bulls equally covered in thick plate armor! These steel bulls were monsters fused flesh and metal, their nostrils spewing sulfurous flames, each heavy hooves leaving molten lava-like imprints on the ground. The knights on their backs were equipped with even larger weapons, like mobile battering rams! This was the most destructive shock force among the Khorne ground troops!

This suddenly appearing heavily armed force quickly assembled at the edge of the depression, forming several impregnable steel lines of defense. They silently raised their weapons, aiming at the griffin riders and rangers swooping down from the sky. A thick, bloody aura, mixed with the smell of sulfur and metal, rose into the air, forming an invisible, suffocating barrier. The riders in the sky instantly felt immense pressure; their descent seemed to be halted by this heavy aura of death.

Standing atop the skull throne, Gunther let out a triumphant and ferocious laugh: "Hahaha! Do you see that, Su Li?! No matter how many insects you have, before the Blood God's true war anvil, you're nothing but flies crashing and bleeding! Come down! Let your knights land, like true warriors, and feel the Blood God's grace in the clash of steel and blood! I will personally place your skull at the very top of this throne!"

His words were brimming with extreme confidence and provocation. In the narrow pass terrain, a ground force possessing such elite heavy infantry and terrifying shock cavalry did indeed pose a deadly threat to the air cavalry. A forced dive attack would be tantamount to sending precious air power crashing into an iron wall!

However, facing Gunther's arrogant provocation and the terrifying Khorne heavy armored legion below, Su Li, standing atop the dragon's head, slowly curled a cold, mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? The War Anvil?" Su Li's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out Gunther's maniacal laughter and the roars of the demon legion below, carrying an air of effortless control. "Gunther, did you think... I could only fly through the air and throw stones?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his spear, and the Spear of Oath instantly burst forth with a dense, dark green light. Then, a cold, viscous, and heavily damp grayish-white fog surged out without warning from the ground of the pass, the crevices in the rock walls, and even from the piles of pale bones.

The fog spread rapidly, obscuring a large area in the blink of an eye, especially precisely covering the only narrow exit from the depression to the depths of the pass, and the shadowy blind spot beneath the steep rock face behind the First Cry Skull. The thick fog rolled and churned, blocking visibility and bringing a bone-chilling cold that instantly overwhelmed the sweltering heat of sulfur and blood.

The sound of hooves. Heavy, rhythmic hooves, echoing with the metallic clang of metal, pierced through the thick fog, crushing the bones on the ground, and reaching the ears of every living creature. The sound did not come from afar, but rather emanated directly from the heart of the fog.

The thick fog swirled, as if parted by an invisible force. At the only exit of the depression, in the shadows behind the skull, a tall, indistinct silhouette emerged from the depths of the fog.

The thick fog gradually dissipated.

Two silent steel formations, as if stepping directly out of the ancient river of time, stand clearly at the critical juncture.

They were not living beings. The plate armor covering their entire bodies was a dark, ancient green, weathered by countless battles, thick and rugged, its surface covered with indelible dents and scratches. Beneath the visor of their helmets, two burning, cold, ghostly green flames flickered, devoid of any emotion, radiating only pure will and an ancient oath. There was no neighing of their mounts, and the knights themselves remained silent. The only sounds were the crisp crunch of their heavy, spirit-like warhorses' hooves crushing bones, and the low creaking of their armor plates as they moved.

Two squadrons, a total of two hundred and forty Green Knights.

They were like two steel fortresses that suddenly rose from the ground, cold, heavy, and unshakeable, instantly seizing control of the battlefield. Although fewer in number than the Khorne legion, their tangible, ancient aura of killing intent, carrying a natural aversion to chaos and a cold hostility, was like two icebergs crashing into a boiling pool of blood, suffocating the frenzied atmosphere of the entire Khorne legion.

Their weapons were ancient, massive lances and two-handed greatswords, the tips of which glowed with a cold, eerie green light—not flames—that made the surrounding demonic flames appear somewhat dim.

Facing the ferocious roars of the Blood God Warriors and Bloodletters ahead, and the restless Khorne Crushers lurking on the flanks, the commander at the forefront of the Green Knights slightly shifted his Soulfire toward the target. There was no battle cry, no provocation.

He simply raised the massive lance in his hand, engraved with faded runes, its tip level, pointing directly at the crimson raging tide ahead.

The silent order to charge has been given.

Two hundred and forty points of eerie green soul fire suddenly blazed brightly! Two hundred lances and greatswords were simultaneously laid flat!
Boom!

Two hundred and forty spirit warhorses, also clad in eerie green plate armor, started moving simultaneously, their heavy iron hooves crushing everything in their path! Two silent, icy torrents of green steel, like two battering sledges propelled by invisible giant hands, charged towards the surging tide of Khorne with an unwavering determination to crush all obstacles! Their objective was crystal clear: to breach the defenses, trample the demons, and reach the blasphemous skull!

Gunther Bloodhowl's rage froze instantly, his crimson demonic eyes fixed on the two armies that emerged from the thick fog, radiating a chilling aura of order that repulsed even to the depths of his soul. "The Green Knights?!"

His roar, a mixture of shock and rage, carried for the first time a hint of disbelief and tremor. "Su Li! How dare you... how could you awaken these ancient souls?!"

The flail in his hand pointed at the two eerie green torrents that had torn apart his perfect defenses, and a clear crack appeared in the absolute confidence in his voice.

Su Li stood atop the dragon's head, his icy gaze sweeping over the moment the two eerie green torrents collided with the crimson barrier below. The silent charge of the Green Knights was like the coldest scalpel, precisely slicing through the seemingly impenetrable defenses of the Khorne Legion. The heavy armor of the Blood God Warriors ripped apart under the ancient lances imbued with the power of order, and the screams of the vampires were crushed by the heavy hooves of their horses.

But Gunther's core elite forces continued to resist, and the Crushers were attempting to change course and attack the Green Knights' flank. The gryphon riders in the sky, constrained by the chaotic battlefield below and the raging blood energy rising from the Khorne Legion, hesitated in their dive.

The time has come.

The Oath Spear in Su Li's hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, a brilliant golden light like the sun melting gold! This golden light instantly dispelled the gloom around him, and was like a signal.

"All troops, charge!" Su Li's voice boomed like thunder, resounding deep within the souls of every knight and soldier. "Target—the First Cry Skull Throne! Crush them!"

"For order! For the goddess!" A deafening roar tore through the sky once more, this time filled with a resolute will to charge to the death!
The griffin riders in the air no longer hesitated. They swooped down like a golden meteor shower! Their goal was no longer to probe, but to work with the gap opened by the green knights to completely tear apart the demons' formation!
Sylvanas, commander of the Warhawk and Black Swan forces, rang out with a clear shout: "Free fire! Suppress the Demon Flame Node!"

The dense barrage of anti-magic arrows rained down like a sudden downpour, precisely targeting the core of the most intensely burning demonic flames around the skull and the vampires attempting to leap up.

Su Li, the lord of Black Forest and commander of the army, also took action personally.

His golden light, like a solid armor, instantly enveloped his entire body, along with the green dragon Ariria beneath him. Ariria let out a deafening, sacred roar, and her massive wings flapped violently, transforming into a golden-green lightning bolt that tore through the air, its target aimed directly at Gunther Bloodhowl atop the First Cry Skull!
The instant Su Li activated the device, four equally dazzling golden lights, like four falling stars, shot out from different directions—from the flock of griffins and the back of the war eagles—and followed closely behind the lord's figure!

On the left stood the rogue, Tiberius! His massive body was enveloped in thick golden flames, his giant hammer, "City Crusher," raised high with the force to shatter everything in its path, causing the air to crackle under its weight. Like a golden battering ram, he hurtled straight towards the thickest phalanx of Blood God warriors gathered beneath the skull!
On the right is Raven Ruler Demst! His black light is even more profound, and his figure leaves behind streaks of ink as he dives down. His psionic light carries a strong power to ward off evil, and any demon that is swept by the raven freezes in its movements.

Slightly higher behind him stood Dietrich, the Healer! He was as steady as a mountain, a golden radiance forming a solid barrier around him, not only protecting himself but also subtly spreading outwards to provide a divine protective shield for Su Li charging forward and his companions on either side, counteracting the frenzied whispers and corrosive spiritual energy emanating from the Skull Seat's demonic flames. The religious icon in his hand shone brightest, providing powerful buffs to all the chosen ones.

Right behind Su Li, almost overlapping with his charging trajectory, was the War Saintess, Hilde! She wielded the God-chosen longsword, Beast Slayer, its 40-meter-long blade bursting with intense golden light, the blade firmly locked onto Gunther on the skull base, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment!
Four chosen knights, four dazzling beams of light, like Su Li's four sharpest divine weapons, together with him and his dragon, formed an invincible decapitation arrow! Their golden light shone brightly, illuminating the dim skull pass as if it were daytime. The pure power of order and divine will exerted an overwhelming mental impact on the Khorne legion below! Many low-ranking Bloodwing Imps let out mournful howls under the golden light, their bodies emitting wisps of smoke, like shadows scorched by the sun!
"Roar--!!!"

As Gunther Bloodhowl witnessed the five golden meteors tearing through the battlefield and hurtling towards him, his initial shock and anger were instantly replaced by a hysterical rage of utter offense! He recognized the golden light! It was the mark of the Sun Goddess's most core chosen ones! Not only did the enemy possess Green Knights, but they also had four such powerful core chosen ones!
"Delusion!!!" Gunther roared, his voice filled with the madness of someone driven to desperation. The Khorne blood within him boiled completely, and the blasphemous plate armor shattered inch by inch with a teeth-grinding metallic twisting sound!

boom! ! !
A terrifying psionic storm erupted suddenly, centered on Gunther! Crimson light instantly engulfed the First Cry Skull and shot straight into the sky! Amidst the blinding blood light and churning demonic flames, Gunther's already massive body began to expand terrifyingly!

With a series of explosive bursts, bones proliferated wildly, muscles writhed and swelled like living things, tearing apart the remaining plate armor! The Dhorne bat wings on his back were no longer decorations, but transformed into enormous demonic wings that blotted out the sky! His skin became like a red-hot iron, covered with blasphemous runes and lava-like cracks! His head deformed, huge, curved horns piercing the heavens, fangs protruding like siege spears! The burning flail in his hand also swelled, the entwined hellfire transforming into roaring, blood-red fire serpents!
In the blink of an eye, what perched atop the First Cry Skull was no longer the chosen warrior, but a thirty-meter-tall Khorne God General, radiating an aura of endless destruction and bloodlust! Its molten lava-like pupils were fixed on Su Li charging towards it, and its jaws, wide enough to swallow an entire griffin, opened, unleashing a destructive roar that heralded the end of the war:
"Su-Li-!!! Use your blood and skull to please the true god!!!"

The god of Khorne, Gunther, has descended! Its massive flail, carrying the power to destroy stars, stirred up a surging wave of blood and crashed down upon Su Li's golden arrow!

The sky and the earth, the golden light of order and the blood flames of chaos, collided with a deafening roar!

(End of this chapter)