Knight Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence.

Chapter 462 The Legendary Gravekeeper
tread!
With a single step, the rock beneath his feet instantly melted! Crimson magma spread outwards like his footprints. A terrifying wave of intense heat, like a solid wall, roared outwards! Within a hundred meters of him, whether elves or dwarves, the phantom warriors, whatever they were doing, were simultaneously twisted, dissolved, and vaporized like wax figures thrown into a furnace, leaving not even a speck of light behind, utterly reduced to nothingness!
There were no fancy moves. He simply raised the Soul-Slaying Halberd in his hand and pointed it at the final stretch of the sprint between Su Li's team and the Gerson dwarves.

Tsk-!
A torrent of crimson-gold flames, over ten meters in diameter and composed entirely of destructive phoenix fire, tore through space like a divine spear of punishment, ignoring distance and instantly piercing the entire battlefield! Wherever it passed, phantom warriors, ruined buildings, burning chariots, and even pools of blood on the ground were instantly vaporized and annihilated! Leaving behind a charred, molten trail of death, reeking of pungent sulfur and ozone!

This torrent of flames wasn't targeting any specific person, but rather space itself! It struck the ground less than twenty meters in front of Su Li's team, creating a terrifying abyss with bottomless depths and flowing lava at its edges! The scorching airwaves and destructive energy shockwaves crashed down like a tsunami!

"Ugh—!"

"withstand!"

Screams and the sound of defensive shields shattering rang out simultaneously!
Su Li was the first to be hit. He was violently thrown back by the shockwave and crashed heavily into a half-melted boulder behind him. His chest armor was dented, and he spat out blood that was hot to the touch.

Erstein roared and used his warhammer and body to shield the fragile priests. The solid runes on his warhammer dimmed instantly, and his massive body was pushed back repeatedly, leaving deep footprints on the molten rock with each step. Blood spilled from his mouth, and the wound on his back was scalded open by the high temperature.

Thranville's spear erupted with a blinding silver moonlight, barely forming a barrier in front of her, but the barrier fluctuated violently, her face turned deathly pale, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Ariria's life force was completely suppressed by this pure, destructive divine flame, and the surrounding thorny vines withered and turned to ash instantly.

The wreckage of the dwarven helicopter on Gerson's side was hurled away by the shockwave, instantly turning several dwarven technicians who couldn't escape in time into charred remains. The griffins of the human air cavalry let out terrified cries, their feathers singed in large patches.

Just one blow!
The entire battlefield seemed to be paused. Even the fearless elven phantoms instinctively stopped attacking under the absolute power of this phoenix guardian, bowing their heads slightly as if in pilgrimage.

The air froze, leaving only the hissing sound of flowing lava and the suppressed groans of the wounded. The scorching abyss stretched between Su Li's squad and the remnants of Gerson's forces, and also between them and the edge of the stone-carved plaza behind them—the direction of the mass grave. The Phoenix Guardian's eyes, burning with eternal fire, coldly swept over all the remaining intruders, its massive halberd slightly raised, pointing towards its next target. Its posture was like that of a god judging the transgression of ants.

Despair, like the deepest, coldest water, instantly engulfed everyone's hearts. The power of a legend was terrifying beyond measure! This was no longer a phantom guardian; it was the true projection of the ancient elven spirits, awakened by this enraged elven holy land and imprinted in the deepest recesses of space! Its sole purpose was to utterly obliterate anything that defiled the holy land!

Time seemed to freeze, despair gripping everyone's throats. The phoenix guardian's eyes, burning with eternal flame, coldly locked onto Su Li, who had just suffered his blow and was now in the most wretched state. The phoenix flames on the Soul-Slaying Halberd suddenly surged, an aura of destruction coalescing, the target of the next strike was self-evident!

"My lord!" Hilde's eyes widened in fury. She exchanged a glance with Orstein, and without a word, they made their decision in an instant.

"For Blacksin!" Orstein roared, his body swelling once more with the roar! Golden divine light erupted like a volcano, his rock-like muscles bulged, covered by heavy, rare-grade armor, instantly transforming him into a towering, over thirty-meter-tall divine general! His massive warhammer, carrying the power to crush mountains, crashed down on the Phoenix Guardian, attempting to interrupt its attack.

Almost simultaneously, a dazzling golden light erupted from Hilde's body, and a sacred and majestic aura soared into the sky! Her figure also rapidly increased in height, golden energy armor covering her entire body, and a huge golden blade condensed in her hand, transforming into a blazing sun general also over thirty meters tall! She raised her rare-grade longsword high, and a beam of blazing sunlight that purified everything tore through the smoke of the battlefield, slashing down towards the Phoenix Guard!

boom--! ! !
The Phoenix Guardian didn't even move a step. He simply flicked the Soul-Slaying Halberd upwards casually.

A massive, crimson-gold wave of lava, stretching across the sky, suddenly appeared out of nowhere!
Orstein's warhammer, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter the earth, crashed onto the molten waves with a deafening roar! The runes on the surface of the hammer flickered wildly, groaning under the immense pressure. The tremendous recoil caused Orstein's massive divine body to stagger backward, each step carving deep furrows in the molten ground.

Hilder's blazing sunlight slashed through the molten lava wave, the divine purifying power clashing and annihilating the destructive phoenix flames! The pillar of light was torn apart and deflected, crashing into the distant battlefield and creating a towering mushroom cloud. Hilder's divine body trembled violently, the edges of her golden armor showing signs of melting, the searing heat penetrating her divine protection and reaching straight to her soul!
gap!

A devastating gap!
The combined attack of the two divine generals only caused the giant lava wave to ripple slightly, and was not even completely neutralized! The remaining giant lava wave, like a world-ending flood, continued to crash towards Su Li and the remnants of the Black Forest Territory!

At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred!

Behind the battlefield, near the edge of the stone-carved plaza, space suddenly twisted and collapsed violently! A cold, filthy aura, filled with blasphemy and death, emerged, accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of bones grinding and the shrieks of the dead!
Amidst billowing black smoke, a figure clad in tattered black armor, his eyes burning with eerie green soulfire, emerged in a disheveled state—it was Mhava! Behind him followed a group of undead minions, equally reeking of decay. Among these minions, one figure stood out—not an undead, but a dwarf! This dwarf was covered in twisted, writhing black tumors and metallic growths, his eyes bloodshot, uttering inhuman roars, and wielding a massive runic warhammer covered in filthy runes, radiating an ominous red light! His aura had clearly reached the legendary level, though extremely unstable, filled with the embryonic sense of savagery and destruction!
It was that legendary embryonic dwarf warrior forcibly catalyzed by old Jasper!
Mhava appeared to be attempting to force open the tomb entrance or steal something using some kind of blasphemous magic, but unexpectedly triggered a violent spatial backlash and energy leak, completely exposing themselves!
That intense aura of death, which desecrated the sacred remains of the elves and defiled the holy tombs, was like a lighthouse in the night, instantly attracting the attention of everyone on the battlefield!

The Phoenix Guardian's cold eyes, burning with eternal fire and originally locked on Su Li, suddenly turned towards the source of the energy burst—Mhawa and the legendary embryo beside him that exuded the filthy aura of dwarves!
A hatred and rage far more pure, more violent, and more unforgettable than that directed at Su Li and the others erupted from the Phoenix Guard like a tangible shockwave!
"The blasphemer...the dwarf's nemesis...eternal...hatred..."

A deep, indistinct voice, seemingly traversing eternity and filled with endless sorrow and a destructive will, resounded directly in the depths of everyone's soul!
This dwarf was actually his nemesis from the War of the Longbeard?!
Mhava exudes an aura of blasphemy against the elven tombs.

These two things, like torches in the darkness, drew the hatred of this elven spirit.

The phoenix flames that had gathered on the Soul-Slaying Halberd, originally intended to destroy Su Li, vanished instantly. The Phoenix Guardian's lava-like figure abruptly changed direction, ignoring Su Li and the two divine generals who were right in front of him, ignoring everything else on the battlefield!
With a single step, lava erupted beneath his feet, and he transformed into a crimson-gold meteor that tore through space. Carrying a raging fury that aimed to utterly incinerate the blasphemers who had defiled the holy land, along with their souls, he hurtled toward Mhawa and the legendary embryonic dwarf warrior beside him at a speed beyond the limits of vision!

"Stop him!" Mhava screamed in terror, his voice distorted. The undead minions beside him and the embryonic legendary dwarf warrior instinctively rushed forward to meet him.

However, the Phoenix Guardians were too fast! The crimson-gold light instantly rushed to the area where the blasphemous energy was erupting!
boom! ! !
An indescribable explosion occurred. Phoenix flames collided violently with death energy and blasphemous runes! The blinding light devoured everything, and the violent energy shock instantly vaporized the surrounding undead, even the space itself seemed to shatter in a mournful cry!

"Ugh—!" Mhawa's piercing scream was drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

The legendary embryonic dwarf warrior let out a beastly roar as his tainted rune warhammer clashed violently with the Soul-Slaying Halberd!
But all of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The very next second after this devastating collision erupted, the Phoenix Guardian, whose figure burned with eternal fire and appeared like a god descending to earth, suddenly froze! The crimson-gold light that constituted his body flickered violently, erratically, like a candle flame with a faulty connection. Fine cracks began to appear on the flowing lava armor on his body, and blinding white light shone through the cracks.

"The time... has come..." The ancient voice, tinged with reluctance, resounded once more on the soul level.

Immediately afterward, to everyone's astonishment, the Phoenix Guardian projection, which had just displayed its earth-shattering power, collapsed inward like a punctured soap bubble or as embers burned out! A blinding white light flashed and disappeared, without a deafening explosion, only a soft, sigh-like sound of energy annihilation.

Where he stood, only a massive crater, tens of meters in diameter, with crimson lava flowing along its edges, remained, along with the lingering, chilling aura of destruction and the stench of burning sulfur in the air. The terrifying, legendary spirit, along with his all-consuming rage, had vanished without a trace.

Fifteen seconds!
It only lasted for fifteen seconds!

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence. The only sounds were the sizzling of the cooling lava, the groans of the wounded, and the lingering, venomous gasps of Mhavana across the pit, and beside him, the legendary embryonic dwarf warrior, his body billowing black smoke, clearly severely wounded in the brief exchange, howling in agony.

Su Li decisively ordered, "Ignore them, charge into the elves' mass grave. This dwarf won't become a legend! The undead have only summoned his soul back, but he definitely lacks some crucial death materials to stabilize his body and maintain his legendary status. They won't dare follow!"

Su Li's command was like a thunderclap, instantly cleaving through the brief silence and despair. "Charge! Target: the tomb entrance! Ignore them!" He endured the excruciating pain and burning sensation in his chest, struggling to his feet from beside the lava boulder, his voice hoarse yet filled with unwavering resolve.

Everyone understood that this was the only way out! Although the terrifying elven spirit had vanished, Mhawa and the legendary embryonic dwarf beside him, exuding an ominous aura, still lurked menacingly, and no one knew what other strange things might emerge from this distorted space! The elven mass grave, the source that triggered everything, was the only anchor point!
"I will lead the way and clear a path to survival, so follow me closely!" Erstein's massive divine body roared as he took the lead, his heavy steps tracing the edge of the still-steaming lava pit, his enormous feet crushing the scalding rocks.

Gerson Grayrock realized what was happening and roared at the surviving dwarves, "Follow those humans! Get out of this hellhole! Now!"

The dwarves roared in a rough voice, supporting the wounded, and stumbled along the path cleared by the gods.

Mhawa had clearly heard Su Li's shouts as well. His eerie green soul flames pulsed violently as he let out a sharp roar: "Stop them! Don't let them in!"

The legendary embryonic dwarf warrior beside him roared furiously, attempting to rush forward to intercept him. However, the severe damage he had just taken from the Phoenix Guardian's attack was clearly having a significant impact; the black growths and metallic proliferations on his body flickered with an unstable light, his movements were noticeably sluggish, and the red light on his tainted rune warhammer had dimmed considerably. M'Hawa could only command his remaining undead minions to charge forward, but their numbers were already dwindling.

Orstein's massive warhammer swept across, smashing the onrushing undead into pieces like flies. Hilder's golden longsword unleashed scorching arcs of light, purifying the foul aura. Su Li forcefully rekindled his red dragon bloodline; crimson flames flickered at the tip of his spear. Together with Thranville, Eliria, and the others, under the cover of the divine generals, they pierced the undead's fragile defenses like sharp knives, plunging into the area where space was distorted and energy had not yet subsided.

Om-!
A strong sense of spatial displacement washed over me, and the scene before my eyes instantly changed.

The pungent smell of sulfur and burnt odor was replaced by an aura of ancient dust, cold stone, and... a rich, bloody, and profane death.

They returned to the collective graveyard of the elves.

But the scene before them was even more shocking than when they left!
The once pristine, towering, and elegantly designed stone hall was now a scene of utter devastation. Countless shards of crystal coffins, violently ripped open, lay scattered across the floor. The remains of the once-peaceful elves within were now largely reduced to dust, or tainted by necromantic magic, their surfaces now a sinister gray-black. The exquisite elven reliefs on the walls had been cracked and peeled away by the explosion and the shockwaves. The air was thick with the lingering effects of death magic and a chilling, unsettling atmosphere.

What is most despairing is that, in the center of this chaotic hall, above the high platform where the crystal coffin once stood, a figure is suspended.

It was the phantom of an elven woman's soul.

She wore an ancient and magnificent elven mage robe, intricately designed and adorned with star-like runes. Her long hair flowed like moonlight, and her face still faintly revealed her former beauty, but now it was shrouded in a chilling coldness like that of millennia-old ice and a deep-seated rage.

Her body was not completely solidified, but rather appeared as a semi-transparent spirit, radiating a faint blue-white glow. Powerful magical energy, like a tangible ice storm, swept through the entire hall from her center, causing the temperature to plummet and even her breath to be covered in frost.

Her presence was no less striking than that of the Phoenix Guardian who had just vanished! Her cold, scrutinizing gaze, which was directed at the intruder, carried a soul-piercing pressure!

The soul of a legendary archmage!
“Another…legend…” A hawk rider’s voice trembled with sobs, on the verge of collapse. Having just escaped the Phoenix Guard’s destructive flames, he was now plunged into the domain of another legendary being. This blow was enough to drive even the most resilient warrior to despair.

Su Li's heart sank to the bottom, her knuckles turning white from gripping the spear so tightly. Was she really going to die here?

"Filthy reptiles! Blasphemers of the sacred ground! And... disgusting dwarves!" A chilling female voice, like shattering ice, echoed throughout the hall, each word carrying a soul-freezing magic. "You have defiled eternal slumber, disturbed the ancient spirits! This place will be your final resting place!"

Terrifying magic coalesced in her hands, instantly freezing and shattering the crystal prisms hanging from the hall's dome! The shadow of death once again loomed over everyone!

At this critical moment, Thranville stepped forward, removed her helmet, revealing her signature silver hair and pointed ears characteristic of elves. She raised her hands to indicate she was unarmed, and cried out in clear, ancient Elvish, “Honorable Guardian! Calm your anger! We are not blasphemers! We have hunted blasphemers here! It is the undead who have defiled this sacred place!”

The elven phantom on the platform paused slightly, its icy gaze focusing on Thranville. The gaze initially held a hint of scrutiny, then deepened into loathing and fury!
"Half-elf... mongrel!" The female elven gravedigger's voice was filled with contempt and deep-seated hatred, even colder and more chilling than before.

“You flow with the filthy blood of betrayal! How dare you step into this sacred land? And with… these dwarves reeking of rust and greed!” Her gaze swept like a knife over the dwarves in Su Li’s group, especially Gerson Grayrock and the others who had just rushed in. “Colluding with dwarves, desecrating the resting place of our ancestors! You are more despicable than the undead! You are a traitor to the elves!”

Thranville was struck dumb, her face turning deathly pale. She tried to protest, "No! Guardian, listen to me! It was them..."

"Silence!" The female elven gravedigger's rage was ignited. The icy magic in her hands surged instantly, thick frost began to form on the hall's floor, and deadly ice spikes materialized above her head. "Traitors and invaders are equally guilty! All those who defile this place must cleanse themselves of their sins with blood and souls!"

An atmosphere of despair permeated the air once more. The soul of the legendary archmage, even just a soul, was enough to inflict terrible damage on them!

Gerson Grayrock, already seething with anger, was instantly ignited by this high and mighty elven spirit pointing his finger at him and calling him a "stone brat" and a "defiler." He shoved away the dwarf who was helping him, his face, covered in soot and blood, contorted with extreme rage, and the dwarf's booming voice echoed through the hall like thunder:

"Shut your pointy ears and stinking mouth, you shameless ghost!" Gerson spat as he slammed his rune warhammer into the ground, shattering a patch of ice. "We're here to chop down those skeletons! Those damned undead dug up your graves! We're helping you clean house, and you, old ghost, not only don't appreciate it, but you dare call me a stone cub? You're the one who's hiding in a coffin, an old relic!"

"Shut up, you ill-mannered blacksmith!" The female elven gravedigger's voice suddenly rose, sharp as an icicle scraping against glass, filled with utter contempt. "You greedy, vulgar, rust- and sweat-reeking **iron blockheads**! There's no place for lowly creatures like you to speak here! Your very presence in this sacred place is the greatest blasphemy! Your very breath pollutes the air!"

Her words were like poisoned ice arrows, piercing precisely at the dwarf's most sensitive pride. Gerson was so angry that his beard trembled, his eyes bloodshot, and he wanted nothing more than to rush forward and smash the spirit into pieces, but the legendary aura emanating from her rendered him immobile.

Given the current situation, the rest of the team didn't care about the outcome anymore; they were ready to tear off all pretenses anyway. When it comes to insults, no one is better than Demst.

With his personality, there's nothing he wouldn't dare to say.

"Inferior? Blasphemous? Ha!" Durmst let out a short, mocking laugh. "Damn bean sprout, open your 'noble' eyes and look at this mess! Look at those bones torn and defiled by the dead! Where is your nobility? Don't you see who is protecting their last shred of dignity?!"

He took a sudden step forward, pointing at the shattered crystal coffins and the tainted, scattered fragments of bones, his voice filled with mockery: "It's me! It's the knights of Blackforest! And those 'lower beings' you speak of! We're holding a funeral for you, offering you a place to rest! Letting your wandering souls enter the world of Mor!"

(End of this chapter)