Final Lord

Chapter 269 There's another Hank?
Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Before Wei Yi could finish speaking, the earth trembled once more!
Along the path of the Silverthorn Knights' charge, the humus churned like boiling water, and countless grayish-white mycelia burst forth, coiling around their iron hooves like living chains. Further away, a horde of fungal beasts, which had been lying in ambush for some time, crawled out of the scorched earth. The sporangia on their backs swelled and were about to burst, and a pinkish fungal mist rose like a curtain, instantly blocking the entire charge route!
The charge of the Black Iron Heavy Cavalry came to an abrupt halt. The warhorses neighed mournfully, entwined by the mycelium, and countless fine, hair-like fungal tendrils seeped into the gaps in the knights' armor. The foremost cavalrymen didn't even have time to scream before being pounced upon by the fungal-dwelling beasts.
On the smoke-filled battlefield, the remaining thirty-odd Silver Thorn Knights and Black Iron Heavy Cavalry dragged their battered bodies as they broke through the fungal blockade.

Their dark silver armor was already shattered; some had lost their warhorses, some had severed arms, and some had their abdomens pierced by mycelium, yet they still gripped their twisted and deformed spears tightly. Hooves and iron boots trampled over the corpses of their comrades, leaving a trail of bloody footprints on the scorched earth.

"Don't come any closer! Go away!" Viscount Hank's roar was heart-wrenching. His amber pupils trembled violently. He watched as the knights, who should have retreated, turned their horses around and charged headlong into the wolf pack, and he already knew what they were going to do.

"General!" The leading knight tore off his tattered visor, revealing a young face covered in scars. His mutilated left arm gripped the banner tightly, its blood-stained surface fluttering in the wind like dying wings. A dozen warhorses reared up simultaneously, and the knights formed a final human wall between Hank and the wolves with their own flesh and blood.

The silver shackles of war stretched across the battlefield like an insurmountable chasm, the knights' lances piercing through the werewolves like phantoms. Yet they stood tall, their iron-clad shoulder armor meeting the bloodthirsty fangs. Whenever a werewolf's claws were about to tear Hank's throat, a silver figure would suddenly appear, shielding Hank with flesh and blood!

"Bang!" A body slammed heavily at Hank's feet. He looked down and saw the knight's breastplate completely ripped open, his internal organs churning out with each rapid breath. The young man grinned, his bloodied teeth gripping the flagpole, and with his last strength, he plunged it deep into the scorched earth.

“We were all brought out of the orphanage by you…” With each word the knight commander uttered, blood and foam spilled from the corner of his mouth. “This life… I was prepared to return to you long ago…” Before he could finish speaking, a gleaming silver wolf claw had already pierced his throat.

"Run! That's an order!" Hank swung his sword, slicing through the onrushing werewolves, his gilded boots crushing the blood on the ground.

With a roar, another knight was torn in two at the waist. The man's upper body continued to crawl, his intestines trailing long, bloody lines, yet he stubbornly clung to the werewolf's hind legs, only to be mercilessly severed by the werewolf.

Suddenly, the mournful neighing of warhorses came from behind. When Hank turned around, he saw the youngest apprentice knight being pinned to the ground by the three-headed werewolf. The boy's blood-stained face looked up, revealing a relieved smile: "Ten minutes...almost there...General, hurry..." The moment the wolf's kiss landed, he abruptly pulled the pin on all the oil bombs at his waist.

"Boom—!" The shockwave from the explosion sent several werewolves flying, and also tore the stray hairs from Hank's forehead. On the scorched earth, only half of the Silver Thorn Badge remained, still slightly warm in the pool of blood.

Hank's sword trembled for the first time. He saw the last three knights back to back forming a triangle, their white bones exposed beneath their tattered armor.

They shouted in unison, "There are still a million people in our territory!" Their voices shattered into a blood-red oath amidst the howls of wolves, "General, you must fight for us—"

The shrieking sound of claws tearing through the air drowned out the unfinished words.

The last knight's helmet rolled to Hank's feet.

Hank's knees buckled, and he knelt weakly on the ground, holding up his helmet with both hands.

Blood and tears blurred his vision, hatred and grief overwhelmed his senses. He raised his head, looking past countless werewolves, and saw Wei Yi's figure.

She stood there quietly, holding the Werewolf King's Shield, forcing him into a corner.

"Wei Yi Gru!!!" Hank gritted out these four words through his teeth, and black mist spread from the longsword in his hand to cover his entire body!

"I will kill you!"

Hank abruptly drew his sword and rose to his feet, his mink cloak exploding into countless fragments in the shockwave. The immense pressure materialized into a shockwave, striking the wolf king's guards within a ten-meter radius as if struck by lightning. Blinding blood splattered from their silver fur as they howled and flew backward. Their gilded boots sank deep into the scorched earth, each step leaving burning black footprints in the ground.

He had searched for a long time, but had always been stuck at the threshold of advancing to Epic rank. Now, his bottleneck had finally loosened! But just then, a "ding" sounded above his head! A phantom golden hourglass suddenly appeared above Hank's head, with the last grain of golden sand slowly falling. In an instant, a vast golden torrent poured down from the void, completely engulfing him.

This golden light is not the holy light of salvation, but rather the noose that pulls life away.

Ten minutes later, we arrived.

The end of the duel was not the clarion call for his counterattack, but rather the death knell of his despair.

The flowing golden light didn't take his life, but it took something more precious: his experience points!
Experience Points: 999,999 / 1,000,000

Experience points: 0/1,000,000

Hank's years of accumulated experience points were wiped out in an instant. And at Extraordinary Tier 6, Level 9, one must have full experience to advance to Epic.

The transition from heaven to hell can happen in an instant.

Want to turn the tide at the last minute? Dream on.

Wang Bufu wouldn't give Hank that chance at all. As his enemy, all he needed to do was despair.

boom!
"No...this is impossible..." His Adam's apple bobbed violently, as if he had swallowed a red-hot iron. The foundation he had built up over many years on the battlefield was wiped out the moment he touched the threshold of epic status! The backlash from the advancement was like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart, and excruciating pain shot through his internal organs.

He is still alive, but he is not far from death.

boom!
Hank crashed to his knees like a broken royal flag, his knees slamming into the ground, leaving spiderweb-like cracks. Blood gushed from his seven orifices, drawing eerie patterns on the scorched earth. He struggled to lift his head, and the only thing in his vision was the white-feathered sword, reflecting the cold moonlight.

White feathers drifted down from the sky, and Wei Yi's longsword was placed against Hank's neck.

Her voice was more piercing than the polar wind: "Order your remaining soldiers to surrender. I can assure you, those who surrender will not be killed."

"Surrender to you? Hahaha." Hank laughed coldly, then suddenly spat at Wei Yi, who easily dodged it.

"Dream on!! Kill me if you want!"

Hank glared at Wei Yi with hatred and said through gritted teeth, "You think you've won by killing me? Let me tell you a secret: I'm not the real Viscount Hank at all!"
He will come back to avenge us. Next time, the one kneeling on the ground waiting to die will be you!

Chi!

Wei Yi's sword sliced ​​across Hank's neck, and his head flew off! The once-powerful Viscount Hank was dead.

(End of this chapter)