Knight Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence.

Chapter 530 The Power of a Legend, Terrifyingly Powerful

When the turbid torrent roared into the battlefield like a wild beast breaking free of its cage, Litanel's desperate charge, on which he had placed high hopes, was instantly thrown into complete disarray, turning into a one-sided massacre.

The flood itself was the first merciless executioner. With irresistible force, the surging waves instantly engulfed the low-lying areas. Countless ratmen, swamp demon slaves, and even some smaller monsters, unable to react in time, were swept away by the turbid torrents before they could even utter a scream. They struggled helplessly in the water for a few moments before disappearing completely, leaving only a few bubbles and a trace of spreading blood on the churning surface.

The massive formation was shattered, and the monsters fought individually, struggling to maintain their balance in waist-deep or even chest-deep water, unable to organize an effective offensive formation.

However, the flood was merely a secondary factor. The real destruction came from the Blacksene warriors who traversed the waves as if they were flat ground.

The Black Forest artillery deployed behind the lines roared incessantly. Scorching shells traced deadly arcs, landing precisely in the densest part of the monsters huddled together in the floodwaters.

"boom!"

Sparks flew, and mud and blood mixed with severed limbs shot into the air, instantly clearing a large area. The Amethyst Armored Army's amethyst launchers did not stop either; deadly purple energy beams, like a storm, shot into targets that were slow to move in the water, easily penetrating their slippery scales or the fur covered with fungal carpet.

Led by the Black Forest Guard Knights, the heavy cavalry, like a moving steel dam, launched an unstoppable charge across the water, amplified by the Water-Splitting Pearl. Their heavy lances, aided by the speed of their warhorses, easily pierced the bodies of river trolls and large swamp monsters, who were unable to dodge in the floodwaters, tossing and knocking them down like rag dolls. Their iron hooves trampled across the water, leaving behind spreading ripples and corpses sinking to the bottom.

The half-griffin riders showcased their unique ability to combine land and air combat. They rode ferocious half-griffins, powerful monsters capable of swift, low-altitude swoops. They swept across the water, their claws and fangs tearing at their enemies, while the riders on their backs delivered precise blows with lances and battle axes.

The true griffin riders, however, completely dominated the lower skies. They swooped down from higher altitudes with overwhelming force, seizing any monster leaders that tried to emerge with their claws sharp enough to tear through dragon scales, or unleashing devastating slashes with their enchanted weapons. Their attacks were more agile and unpredictable.

The Swan Knights maximized their ranged advantage in this naval battle. Instead of roaming like traditional horse archers, they formed a tight formation, standing on the relatively stable water surface, unleashing a continuous barrage of arrows. The arrows truly rained down on the enemy ranks, just as the literal meaning of the word.

These rigorously trained knights, possessing astonishing arm strength, fired arrows with tremendous force and penetrating power. Even the thick-skinned river trolls, after being struck by several or even a dozen arrows in succession, would fall with a howl and sink into the murky water. Their rain of arrows covered most of the battlefield, mercilessly reaping those enemies who had managed to escape the artillery fire and cavalry charges.

The outcome of this battle was no longer in doubt. The army of Hessian Territory had perfectly utilized the favorable conditions created by the flood, fully leveraging its advantages in ranged combat, mobility, and high-end weaponry. Litanel's allied forces, under the combined onslaught of the flood and multiple attacks, were being decimated at an alarming rate, their morale utterly collapsed.

However, just as Zoe Ramsey had predicted, the flood forcibly triggered by the "Heart of the Tide" was ultimately rootless and lacked staying power.

After the initial, most violent outburst, the water level began to drop at a visible rate. The raging torrents gradually subsided, turning into muddy, stagnant water that overflowed the ground. Eventually, most areas were once again exposed as muddy, devastated land.

As the floodwaters receded, a shocking scene was left behind.

The once relatively flat, stagnant depression is now filled with puddles, mud pits, and gullies carved out by the water. Countless monster corpses are scattered across the battlefield, most of them mutilated and soaking in mud and blood.

The most disgusting sights were found in the crisscrossing ditches and low-lying depressions.

There, the corpses of rat-men lay prostrate and piled up.

These lowly microorganisms suffered the most severe losses in the first wave of the flood. Their relatively weak bodies were no match for the raging torrent, and at this moment, the corpses of thousands upon thousands of rat-men filled the ditches like discarded garbage.

Their fur was soaked and clung tightly to their emaciated bodies. Many of the corpses were swollen and white from being soaked, and the poisonous rashes and fungal mats that had originally shone with a green light had now lost their luster and turned into a dull, disgusting yellowish-green.

Their twisted limbs were tangled together, their pointed mouths opened unconsciously, revealing tiny yellow teeth, and their cloudy little eyes were filled with the terror and despair of impending death.

A thick, pungent stench, a mixture of plague, mud, and rotting corpses, almost formed a solid fog that emanated from the piles of bodies, making one want to vomit.

The tragic state of these "dead rats" silently testifies to how deadly the flood and the ensuing devastation were.

They couldn't even muster a decent resistance before being transformed into nourishment for the swamp by the double blow of natural disaster and human calamity, foreshadowing the final and inevitable end for Litanell and his cobbled-together doomsday army.

The battle had become overwhelmingly in their favor, but Su Li, standing on the dragon's back, kept his gaze sharp as an eagle's, firmly fixed on Litanel, who was appearing and disappearing amidst the chaotic army.

He was certain that someone like Litanel, deeply entangled with the Xenomorphs and capable of receiving the "gift" of the Chaos God in dire straits, would undoubtedly have a last resort for survival or a way to turn the tide. The Water-Repelling Pearl could control floods, but it was hard to guarantee that the opponent didn't possess other powerful sacred objects or cursed artifacts.

We must not give him any chance to breathe or show his skills!
"Air cavalry, listen to my command!" Su Li's voice, transmitted clearly through his bloodline power, reached the ears of every air cavalry commander. "Concentrate firepower, target Litanel! Snipe him first!"

The moment the order was given, the one who reacted the fastest was the crimson dragon, Morkana, who possessed an extraordinary sensitivity to "value."

In her ancient dragon clan concept, the most "valuable" target on the battlefield is undoubtedly the enemy's commander-in-chief!

Almost the instant Su Li gave the order, she let out an excited roar, her huge dragon wings flapped violently, and her massive body, like a crimson meteor, moved with an astonishing speed disproportionate to her size, breaking away from the hunt for ordinary monsters and swooping straight towards Litanel!

At that moment, the floodwaters had just receded, and Ritanel was struggling to his feet from the mud. His demonic eyes, shrouded in a yellowish-green glow, flickered with resentment and a barely perceptible hint of panic. His hand instinctively reached inside his mud-stained, tattered robe, as if trying to retrieve something—perhaps a life-saving magical artifact, perhaps a sacred relic capable of countering the water-repelling pearl, or perhaps… something far more dangerous, a medium connecting to the abyss.

However, Morkana did not give him that chance!

"Roar--!"

With a deafening dragon roar, a deep purple, deathly wind, imbued with destructive power, poured down on Litanel like a torrent from the depths of hell! Before the destructive energy even reached him, the surrounding space began to distort, the mud instantly dried and cracked, emitting a burnt smell.

Litanel's movement toward his chest was abruptly halted. He let out a roar filled with anger and fear, and his body suddenly erupted with a dense, nauseating yellow-green, corrupting aura as he tried to withstand the deadly dragon breath!

"boom--!!!"

The dragon's breath slammed into the spot where Litanel was, causing a violent explosion! Mud, limbs, and fragments of monsters caught in the blast were scattered everywhere, leaving a charred crater in its wake.

However, the scene that was expected—Litanel being burned to ashes—did not occur.

Instead, an even more terrifying and mind-shaking evil aura surged forth from the center of the explosion like a geyser!

"Ugh... Ahh ...

A roar that was completely inhuman, a mixture of endless pain, madness, and a kind of morbid ecstasy, tore through the clamor of the battlefield!
Under the shocked gazes of everyone—including Su Li, Hilde, Erstein, and all the soldiers of the Black Forest Territory—a colossal, suffocating figure was rapidly expanding and manifesting at an illogical speed amidst the smoke and dust of the explosion and the lingering, decaying aura!
Fifty meters! The height of that figure clearly exceeded fifty meters!
"This...how is this possible?!" Even the well-informed Orstein exclaimed in shock, "The body of a divine general is usually no more than thirty meters tall! How...how could he possibly..."

Even when a typical Chosen One of Chaos manifests as a divine general (or a terrifying form like a Chaos Egg), their size is usually around twenty to thirty meters. But the colossal fifty-meter body that Letanel is displaying now far exceeds conventional understanding!
When the figure solidified completely, its terrifying form caused all witnesses to gasp and feel their stomachs churn.

That can hardly be called "Litanel" anymore; it's more like a living prototype of a Great Impure One who stepped directly out of Nurgle Garden! (A prototype, not a true Great Impure One)
It was obese and bloated to the extreme, like a huge mountain of rotting flesh and fat. The physical characteristics that once belonged to Litanel had almost completely disappeared, replaced by festering skin constantly oozing yellowish-green pus and emitting a pungent, sweet, and putrid stench. A gaping maw filled with fangs split open from its enormous belly, constantly vomiting filth reeking of plague and buzzing, fat flies. Its arms were as thick as battering rams; one hand gripped a massive, pus-dripping cleaver haphazardly pieced together from rotting flesh, rusted iron, and bone; the other dragged a plague-ridden chain entwined with countless tormented souls, exuding an aura of despair.

What's most chilling is that the three eyes on the front of his hill-like head are still there! But now, these three eyes have turned into a murky, pus-filled yellowish-green, radiating endless pain, numbness, and a vicious hatred for all life and order in the world!
Standing there, it was like a moving source of plague, a living, decaying mountain! Its mere existence was enough to make the surrounding air thick and deadly, and to cause the land to teem with malignant fungi and maggots.

“The grace of the Father…” From the enormous, ever-opening maw of the abdomen came a blasphemous sound, a mixture of the wails of countless dead.

This sudden and unexpectedly terrifying transformation brought the entire battlefield to a standstill.

And the first to bear the brunt was the Crimson Dragon Morkana, who swooped down!

Faced with this suddenly appearing behemoth emanating an aura that even dragons found extremely repulsive and threatening, Morkana let out a dragon roar that was both angry and instinctive, a roar born of a challenged authority. She did not back down; the pride of the dragon race would not allow her to retreat before a mere "prey"!

She opened her enormous maw once more, unleashing an even more intense and viscous breath of death, like a purple waterfall of destruction, which poured down on the head of the fifty-meter-tall Nurgle monster!

"Desecrate...things...wither!" Nagore Tanel roared, not dodging, but swinging its massive plague cleaver. Thick, soul-corroding yellowish-green energy emanated from the cleaver as it cleaved headlong into the oncoming dragon breath!
"Boom——!!!"

Two completely different energies, both representing destruction and death, collided violently in mid-air!
The purple dragon breath clashed violently with the yellowish-green plague energy, annihilating each other and unleashing a deafening roar and blinding light! The energy shockwave spread out in a ring, blowing away any monsters or Black Forest soldiers who were nearby like straw!
Morkana's dragon breath was clearly superior in terms of energy level, constantly eroding and consuming the plague energy. However, Nagurus's size and strength were simply too immense, and its corrupting power, imbued with the "Father's" grace, was exceptionally tenacious, managing to withstand the direct impact of the dragon breath!

At the same time, the plague chain in its other hand lashed out like a living thing, with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, wrapping around Morkana's neck and dragon wings!
The Crimson Dragon let out a painful roar, its wings flapping violently, stirring up a violent airflow as it tried to break free from the chains that exuded plague and soul corruption. At the same time, its massive claws, carrying the power to tear through metal and stone, fiercely slashed at Nurgle's bloated body!
The two colossal creatures engaged in a breathtaking close-quarters battle on this muddy battlefield strewn with corpses! Every clash of claws and blades produced a deafening roar like metal striking metal and sparks of energy flying everywhere; every breath of dragon's breath and the clash of plague energy caused the earth to tremble and space to warp!

This is no longer a war between ordinary armies, but a battle between almost mythical creatures!
Each collision shook the earth, and the deafening roar continued endlessly. The violent energy impact plowed the surrounding ground again and again, leaving countless scorched pits and traces of corrosion.

Morkana's dragon breath remains deadly, and her claws and tail are capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. However, Nurgle's colossal fifty-meter body and terrifying power derived from the evil god endow it with incredible brute strength and near-immortal vitality.

Each swing of the Plague Blade carried immense force and a malevolent energy that corroded everything, forcing Morkana to avoid its edge.

The relentless plague chains were even more insidious, constantly trying to restrict her movements. The wails of souls and the aura of plague attached to the chains made even the proud Crimson Dragon feel uncomfortable and irritable.

Even more chilling was Nagore's incredible regenerative abilities. Morkana's dragon claws tore a massive wound into his bloated body, deep enough to expose bone and even the writhing of his internal organs, but in an instant, yellowish-green pus gushed out, and countless fat maggots and disgusting fungal growths proliferated and filled the wound, which healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!

This unkillable characteristic gradually put Morkana, who relied on devastating attacks, on the defensive.

"Roar—!" In a head-on clash, Nagoritanel's Plague Blade struck heavily at the base of Morkana's raised dragon wing. Although the dragon scales blocked most of the physical damage, the attached corrupting energy seeped in, causing Morkana to let out a roar mixed with pain and rage. Her massive body was even shaken and staggered back several steps!
The dragon, a peak-level high-ranking divine chosen one, was actually at a disadvantage in close combat!

This scene made all the Black Forest generals who were watching this epic showdown tense up.

Su Li stood on Ariria's back, his eyes icy. He could see that Morkana wasn't lacking in strength, but rather that her form and power characteristics were too bizarre and difficult to deal with; conventional methods of destruction were ineffective. He couldn't delay any longer.

“Hilde,” Su Li’s voice was calm yet carried an undeniable determination, “deal with it.”

The Holy Lily Knight, who had always commanded his army in numerous offensives and acted as a pillar of strength, nodded slightly.

"As you wish, my lord."

The next moment, a pressure that was completely different from Nagore's filthy and massive aura, yet equally vast and awe-inspiring, burst forth from Hilde's petite body like the rising sun piercing through the darkness!
That was... the aura of a legend!

It was far purer and more profound than the Chosen Knights, as if countless golden rays and divine power had converged to form a sun that had descended to earth.

Under countless shocked, awe-inspiring, and fanatical gazes, Hilder's figure was engulfed by an incomparably dazzling golden radiance. That radiance was not the murky yellow-green of Necropolis, but rather as pure and fiery as liquid gold, brimming with the power of order, life, and purification!

Her body rapidly expanded in the light, and in an instant, a legendary god general, forty meters tall, descended upon the world!

Unlike the divine generals who were transformed into physical giants like Orstein, Hilder's legendary divine general form was more sacred and magnificent! She wore magnificent armor that seemed to be forged from light, with golden runes flowing on it like living things, and a huge golden cloak that looked like burning flames moved and fluttered behind her without wind.

The legendary longsword in her hand had transformed into a forty-meter-long giant blade of light, its blade burning with pure white holy flames. The heat emanating from it alone caused the surrounding corrupting aura to dissipate.

This is the first time that Hilde has shown her true form as a legendary powerhouse to the world without reservation!
For the first time, Nagoritanel's three murky demonic eyes revealed a solemnity and a hint of... instinctive apprehension! It sensed an aura of natural enemy emanating from the golden giant.

“Desecration… Glory… will surely… decay…” it roared indistinctly, trying to resist the overwhelming divine pressure with words and momentum.

Beneath Hilder's enormous and perfect golden visor emanated a clear and majestic voice, like a divine pronouncement:
"Under the blazing sun, filth has nowhere to hide."

Hildor didn't even move in the face of Nagurus's attempt to unleash a thick, plague-filled breath, enough to pollute a river. She simply raised her free left hand, and a massive shield made of pure gold, inscribed with countless divine runes—the Golden Shield—instantly unfolded before her.

"boom!"

The plague breath, containing countless diseases and despair, crashed hard against the golden shield, but it was like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, making a "hissing" sound, and was quickly evaporated and purified without even causing a ripple!
Then, Hilder moved. She took a step, and the earth trembled as she raised her legendary longsword high in her hand.

"Blazing Blood - Radiant Judgment!"

With a clear shout, she unleashed the powerful ability awakened after breaking through to Legendary status, an ability derived from her ancient bloodline. In an instant, the white holy flames burning around her abruptly receded inward, pouring entirely into the giant blade of light. The blade instantly became as dazzling as the core of a white-incandescent sun, impossible to look directly at! A terrifying will that could judge and purify all things locked onto Nagore Tanel, dozens of meters away!
There were no fancy moves, just a simple vertical slash!
A condensed, incandescent light blade, seemingly capable of cleaving even space itself, tore through the sky and struck instantly at a speed beyond comprehension!
Nagoritanel roared in terror, crossing his Plague Blade and Plague Chains in front of him, his body erupting with the most intense yellow-green corrupting aura, attempting to withstand this attack imbued with legendary power and divine blood!
"Clang—Crack!!"

A sharp cracking sound was heard!
Before the incandescent blade of light, the plague-laden cleaver, pieced together from rotting flesh and rusty iron, was severed like rotten wood! The plague chains also shattered! The condensed, corrupting aura was cut through like paper!

The light blade, still powerful, slashed fiercely at Nagore's massive, mountain-like body!

“Ouch——!!!”

A blood-curdling scream echoed across the battlefield!
Nagori Tanel's massive body was struck head-on by a battering ram, the force of the sword sending him flying backward! He smashed through countless unfortunate monsters that couldn't dodge in time, finally crashing heavily into the mud hundreds of meters away, causing an earth-shaking roar!
The entire battlefield instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Both the soldiers of Black Forest Territory and the remaining monsters were stunned by this earth-shattering sword strike.

The power of legend has reached this level!
(End of this chapter)