Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 241 The Pseudo-Legendary Battle of the Crimson Icefield

The deafening crash seemed to shatter the leaden clouds above the entire Ama defense line!
"Deliberately throwing a punch"

Kevin's left fist, like a red-hot steel cone, slammed into the joint of Tess Dahn's right scapula!

"Roar-!!!"

The roar of Tessida, which seemed to come from the ancient wilderness, suddenly changed tone, filled with unbelievable pain and rage.

Beneath the dark golden fur, bones as tough as legendary metal emitted a sickeningly fine "crack" sound, with clearly visible cracks! Violent power and Kevin's highly condensed battle aura, carrying an extremely cold and murderous aura, surged wildly into his body, raging and crashing through his powerful physique, bringing tearing pain.

His massive body staggered violently in mid-air, the immense force sending him staggering half a step backward. The giant lava hammer in his hand, radiating terrifying heat, sank uncontrollably due to his injured arm and the loss of balance, the destructive red light surging from its head dimming for a moment.

It's now!

Kevin's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Without any panting or hesitation, in the life-or-death moment when Tessard's old power had just been released and new power had not yet been generated, and his mind was momentarily blank due to the pain and the unexpected, the killing energy in his body was like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years, and it erupted with unprecedented ferocity!
"White Lion - Instant Step - Lion Shadow Flash!"

hum!hum!hum!
Kevin's figure blurred in mid-air, as if simultaneously splitting into three, four, or even more afterimages! These afterimages were not illusions; each carried a portion of his original body's battle aura and sharpness, like a mirage, indistinguishable from reality, rapidly darting and flashing around Tessdahn, whose movements were slightly slowed by his injuries! The biting cold wind was cut into countless fragments, emitting a shrill whistle.

This is the top-level movement technique passed down through generations of White Lions and honed through countless life-and-death battles. It is specifically designed to create and seize fleeting opportunities when one's absolute strength is inferior to that of the opponent, using extreme speed and unpredictable changes!

"Insects! Mere trifles!"

Tessda's single eye was bloodshot, and the excruciating pain and humiliation drove it completely mad.

Ignoring the injury to his shoulder blade, he spread his five fingers wide with his left hand, and dark red blood energy gushed out like boiling blood, instantly condensing into a terrifying giant lava claw that covered half the sky. With a destructive aura that could burn the heavens and boil the seas, it fiercely grabbed at the "lion shadows" that were flashing all over the sky!
"Lava Rift Claw!"

Space itself seemed to be torn apart and scorched by the giant claw, groaning under its unbearable pressure. Several afterimages of Kevin shattered and evaporated instantly under the claw's overwhelming force.

However, the real killing move was no longer in those afterimages!

Just as Tessard's giant claw swung out, the power concentrated on the left side.

Kevin's true form appeared silently above and behind its injured right shoulder, taking advantage of the gap created by Lion Shadow Flash and the brief delay in Tessdaen's right-side vision and perception caused by the excruciating pain!
This time, Kevin clenched both hands into fists simultaneously, his arm muscles bulging like coiled dragons, and the bright white battle aura shining all over his body frantically and recklessly converged and compressed into his fists! The light was so intense that it was as if he had grasped two miniature stars.

The extremely concentrated power caused the surrounding space to distort violently like water ripples. A terrifying chill that froze the soul and a sharp aura that tore through everything spread out, even temporarily suppressing the scorching heat emanating from the lava hammer!

"Double - White Lion Shatters the Sky - Hymn of Annihilation!"

Kevin's roar was like thunder from the heavens, carrying a resolute killing intent, and resounded throughout the entire Crimson Ice Plain!
Kevin's fists, like two falling stars, carrying all his will, strength, killing intent, and unwavering belief in protecting the North, struck Tessdar's right shoulder blade with perfect precision and unparalleled ferocity—the same spot! The same crack!
First punch! — Boom!

A blinding white light instantly engulfed Tessdar's right shoulder! The bone fracture previously inflicted by Kevin was as if struck by the most violent meteorite. The tough, dark gold bones emitted a chilling cracking sound, and the cracks spread and expanded wildly at a visible speed! The dark gold fur and strong muscles covering it, flowing with lava magic patterns, were torn apart and pulverized like fragile paper under the impact of this highly compressed, extremely cold, and sharp battle aura! Dark gold blood mixed with charred bits of flesh and bone shards gushed out like a fountain!

Tessdaen let out the most piercing and painful scream of his life! His entire right arm, along with half of his shoulder, seemed to no longer belong to him! The lava hammer could no longer be held, and with a mournful cry of resentment, it flew out of his hand, turning into a dark red meteor, crashing down on the snow in the distance, melting a huge crater of lava, with lava splashing everywhere!

The second punch! Immediately following, without pause! — Boom!!!
If the first punch was a chisel to tear apart defenses, then this second punch was a giant hammer to shatter everything! Kevin poured all the remaining fighting spirit in his body, along with his burning life potential, into it without reservation!
This punch slammed solidly into the flesh and bones of Tessdahn, whose defenses had been completely breached and exposed by the first punch!

Pfft——! ! !
An indescribably horrific scene unfolded!

Tessdan's massive, resilient right chest, a symbol of the supreme power of the tiger-man royal family, shattered like a watermelon being smashed by a tremendous force under Kevin's second "White Lion Shattering the Sky" strike, which embodied his life's work!

Dark golden flesh and blood, shattered internal organs, a corner of a heart shimmering with strange energy light, broken thick ribs, and countless bone fragments burning with dark red battle aura... mixed with scalding blood and chaotic battle aura, it burst violently in the sky in front of the Ama defense line like the bloodiest fireworks!
Half of Tessda's body, from its right shoulder to its right chest and then to its right abdomen, was almost completely smashed! A huge, charred, twisted hole, deep enough to expose bone and even reveal the writhing inside, appeared on its majestic body! The remaining left half of its body was also covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and dark golden blood gushed out like a waterfall from the wounds and its seven orifices!

"Uh... ah..."

The devastating flames vanished instantly, replaced by the weakness of rapidly fading life and unbelievable fear. Tessdaen's single remaining eye stared wide open, reflecting Kevin's figure, who was like a god of war, his face as pale as paper, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his aura fluctuating violently, yet his eyes as cold as ice.

Defeated! It, the renowned powerhouse of the tiger-man royal family, who was just one step away from becoming a legend, was actually defeated in this icy and snowy land of the North by a human marquis, who smashed half of its body in such a tragic way!

For the first time, the shadow of death loomed over it with such clarity!

"Kevin Hyland!!!"

Tethys Darn let out a final roar, a mixture of endless resentment, pain, and a flicker of fear. It dared not linger any longer! The overwhelming will to survive overwhelmed its royal pride and the burning rage of revenge. *Whoosh!*
The remaining, violent, dark red fighting spirit burned and erupted wildly from its broken body! This was no longer an attack, but a blood escape technique that sacrificed its life potential just to escape!
"Blood Soul Burning Escape - Sky Rift!"

boom!
Tethys's massive, battered body transformed into a shrill, dark red streak of light, trailing long plumes of blood-red flames and fragments of internal organs. Its speed instantly surged to its limit, even surpassing the sound barrier and emitting a deafening sonic boom! Completely disregarding the chaotic orc army below, it fled like a stray dog ​​into the depths of the icy plains, away from the Amar's defensive line! Wherever it passed, it left behind a lingering trail of scorching blood and a pungent, burnt stench.

Kevin hovered in the air, breathing heavily, each breath aggravating the severe injuries left in his body from the previous battle with the dragon.

The backlash from forcibly activating the dual "White Lion Shattering the Sky" was like being stabbed by a thousand needles. His fighting spirit was almost exhausted, and his arms were in excruciating pain as if his bones were about to crack. He watched as Tessdaen turned into a bloody streak of light and fled in a sorry state. His eyes were cold, but he did not choose to pursue him.

Don't pursue a desperate enemy, especially a pseudo-legendary orc who's burning his life force to escape. Besides, in his current state, he's incapable of sustaining another chase. More importantly, his duty is to hold the Arma Line.

The battlefield below was deathly silent.

Whether it was the orc elites frantically charging towards the breach, the human soldiers fighting bloody battles on the city walls, or even the white lion knights slaughtering the remaining enemies at the breach, they were all utterly shocked by this pseudo-legendary battle that was happening overhead, a battle that was both lightning-fast and extremely brutal!

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The tiger-man royal family's powerful warrior, Tessdain, descended like a demon god, nearly destroying the core of the White Lion Knights with a single blow. However, in the next moment, the White Lion Marquis of the Northern Territory, with his fearless attitude, smashed half of his body apart and fled for his life through blood escape!

The impact of this scene is more powerful than any war drums or horns!
"Roar--!!!"

After a brief silence, a thunderous, frenzied cheer erupted from the city walls!
"White Lion!!! Long live the White Lion!! Long live the Marquis!!!"

"The orcs have been defeated! Their strongest have fled! Kill them!!!"

The morale of the human soldiers soared to its peak instantly! Exhaustion vanished, replaced by boundless courage and killing intent. The defensive line, which had wavered due to Tethys's appearance, instantly solidified, and they even launched a fierce counterattack!
Conversely, the morale of the orc army, especially the elite tiger-men and lion-men warriors who had witnessed the horrific scene before Tethys'arn, plummeted. The crushing defeat of the royal warriors weighed heavily on the hearts of all the orcs. Their rainbow-like offensive faltered, the bugle calls for the charge became chaotic and weak, and even small-scale retreats began to appear.

"Continue the attack! Clear the breach! Seal it! Quickly!"

Legion Commander Hudler was the first to react. Suppressing his shock, he seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and roared as he led the White Lion Knights in a final, devastating charge against the remaining orc elites who had lost their will to fight within the breach!
On the city wall, Haven gripped the cold crenellations tightly, his fingers bloodless from the strain, as he looked up at the figure slowly descending from the sky—his father, Kevin Hylan.

His father's figure swayed slightly amidst the wind, snow, and lingering turbulent energy. His face was pale, and a glaring bloodstain clung to the corner of his mouth. His once-shining Lion King armor appeared somewhat dull, and the magical runes on his chest even showed a few minor tears. But what Haven saw was a towering giant, seemingly capable of supporting the heavens!
At that moment, the image of his father landing amidst the thunderous cheers of the Northern soldiers was like a deep, lasting imprint, slamming into Havent's young heart. All aristocratic glory, all power and status, paled in comparison to the strength and responsibility his father displayed.

For the first time, he truly understood what his father often said:
The White Lions of the North protect not only their territory, but also every life in need of shelter. This responsibility must be defended with blood and fire, and fulfilled with lives!

Kevin landed on a relatively intact battlement near the breach, swaying slightly before quickly regaining his balance with his longsword. He surveyed the breach below, swiftly cleared by the White Lion Knights, and the orc vanguard beginning to falter and retreat. His cold face showed no elation of victory, only a relieved exhaustion and a still sharp vigilance.

"Your Majesty the Marquis!"

Kubasi rushed to Kevin's side like a whirlwind, guarding him closely, while quickly pulling out several bottles of alchemical potions from his pocket that exuded a rich life force and elemental fluctuations.

Kevin waved his hand, indicating that it was alright, but his gaze was fixed on the depths of the orc army, where the horns were sounding more urgently and chaotically. Clearly, the orcs' offensive rhythm had been completely disrupted by Tethys's crushing defeat.

"Pass the order..."

Kevin's voice was hoarse from exhaustion, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Hoodler, the breach is your responsibility to hold to the death. Construct temporary fortifications using the wreckage as cover."

Quinn, mobilize the reserve troops, carrying fortification modules, and immediately reinforce this section of the wall! Mage units, prepare area-of-effect spells, target—the rout orc phalanx and their subsequent regrouping—fire hard! Archers, free fire, suppress them! Tell everyone…”

Kevin took a deep breath, his cold gaze sweeping across the battlefield, his voice suddenly rising in pitch and clearly echoing throughout the entire defensive line:
"The orcs' fangs have been broken! Their royalty fled in disarray! Now, it's our turn! For the North! For the Empire! Drive these beasts back to their icy homeland! Kill—!!!"

"kill--!!!"

His response was an even more ferocious, more unified, and more determined roar!

This roar even drowned out the wind and snow, and the chaotic howls of the orcs. Like the loudest war song, it proclaimed that the Arma defense line, once again, still stood firm in the tempering of blood and fire!
The raging torrents on the crimson ice plains, after the blood of the pseudo-legendary stained the sky, finally began to surge back towards the invaders. And the white lion who had created all of this, though exhausted, still stood like a pillar of strength at the forefront, pointing his blood-stained sword at the retreating enemy.

(End of this chapter)