Today, they too are going to their deaths.

As far as Alice knows, no one in this world can achieve a true and complete resurrection, and after Her Majesty the Queen cleansed the extraordinary inheritance, abilities such as substitution and recovery from serious injury have become extremely rare.

In the old days, such abilities often required a large amount of human materials, and those who used them were mostly outside the realm of humanity.

Having survived for over a thousand years, hiding its life in a secret stone and sending the stone into the sky, it devours a thousand souls daily to sustain itself—this is the origin of the term "lich."

He ties his own life to that of the people, claiming that life is also a form of currency, and that everyone's life belongs to him—a "tyrant."

He dedicated his life to poetry, and as long as people still sing his words, his "elegies" will leap from the singing.

These super-powerful beings were all killed by the Queen, and their related lineages were completely severed. However, some people may still be able to deduce from their legends how they stole the power of immortality.

This attacker might be a genius to the point of being monstrous, combining the strengths of several predecessors to create his own method of immortality. But even so, he could not break the most basic rules or overcome the flaws in these abilities.

Destroy the hidden true life, kill all the currency that can be used to pay with one's life, erase the information that stores his existence...

The old method may be a bit troublesome, but it will definitely work.

Of course, it needs to be done a little more cleverly in practice.

At the very least, you have to recognize who this is.

"The demonic sword belonging to the 'Flawless Knight'—Meriaduk—few in this world can tame it, let alone use it to perform rituals, weaving a massive ritual capable of causing city-wide casualties in a very short time. It's almost certain that it's someone from the Hutt Empire."

"The ability to easily summon such a large army means that the attacker was a commander? No, according to relevant historical records, in the army of the Hutt Empire, rank was determined by specific abilities, not by the strength of supernatural power. The strong were commanded by the weak, but the strong were respected."

"No one in their military leadership is this strong in the supernatural realm, so this can only be the strongest member of the supernatural force."

"Could it be Lord Hunter—Andrew Hayes?"

"He should have been killed. I even saw his skull with my own eyes... By the way, he died on the 'Day of Resurrection' in the culture of the Hutt Empire, on the Day of the Wolf, which is a crucial point of transition between the old and the new according to their tradition."

"He completed a ritual at the moment of his death and escaped? But the rumors say that the Queen killed him with her own hands. The power of the oath has an extremely strong ability to trace back to the source; he couldn't possibly have escaped."

"Then the answer is obvious: the attacker is a new life that inherited the power of that Hunter. He is not human in essence, but a ritual creation."

"Summoning the Legion is not Andrew's ability, but rather the ability of a ritual construct. The power that constitutes it must contain a portion of the concept of the Hutt Empire's army!"

"So, did he know he was dead?"

Alice was unsure if this could be the breakthrough.

If the other party is completely unaware of this, then it is very likely that their ignorance is the key to maintaining the operation of the ritual. When it is exposed, the attacker may simply vanish. However, there are plenty of people in this world who will never admit it.

However, the existing information is enough for her to piece together some things.

Alice piloted the steam-powered iron bird borrowed from the garrison, descended from the clouds, deactivated its stealth mode, and turned on its loudspeaker.

"You are the true form of the legendary 'Wild Hunt' of the Wopgish region. You are the legion that summons storms and brings fear to all. You plot to rebel against the rule of the Kingdom of Albion and constantly recruit the dead into your army."

"Your actions violated a total of twenty-seven crimes under the National Security Law, the Religious Law, the Criminal Law, and the Civil Law, including crimes such as insulting corpses, subversion of state power, and damaging the public environment."

"In the name of the Queen, I hereby deprive you of your political rights for life."

Almost the instant the voice rang out, Cui Xun understood what Alice's sudden appearance and words meant.

In such an intense battle, there's no time for idle chatter; this is definitely a variation of 'spell incantation'!

Andrew, with his extensive combat experience and having killed many special agents, immediately sensed something was wrong.

The disruption of the ritual left him lacking sufficient spiritual power to unleash his ultimate attack; the intervention of the Albion Kingdom's army weakened his legion; and although he was unsure of the outcome of this weakening, he absolutely did not want to accept it.

But he lacked the tools to shoot down the iron bird.

This thing, which is 46 meters long, 13 meters high, and has a wingspan of 44 meters, is made entirely of steel and has a normal speed far exceeding his, how did the madman of the Royal Academy of Sciences make it and send it into the sky?

Andrew was unaware of those cutting-edge technologies; he chose to harness the power of the storm and deliver judgment with more traditional thunder.

The moment he made his move, Cui Xun discovered him hiding among the legion.

Perhaps others would not be able to spot someone who is no different from anyone else, except that he is raising his bow slightly higher, when surrounded by an entire legion, but Cui Xun's perception is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Even though Andrew tried his best to hide it, the moment he made his move, the aura of a powerful figure still aroused Cui Xun's senses.

Cui Xun, of course, chose to return the favor.

Cui Xun's body suddenly tensed up, his whole being like a bowstring full of power. The giant arrow that had pierced his chest was now in his hand, and the blood that had not yet slid off completely repaired it, and even gave it a boost.

Throw it!

The giant arrow, which could only be launched by heavy machinery, was now thrown by hand and its power was no less than, and even far exceeded, that of the original.

Andrew immediately ordered a human wall to stand in front of him, but the heavily armored cavalry could not even delay the attack. Instead, their presence lubricated the weapons that pierced them.

Finally, an arrow traversed several miles, piercing through twelve people, and suddenly lifted Andrew's body into the air, breaking his spell.

Alice completed her spell at that very moment.

The power of the oath, which spanned the entire Kingdom of Albion, began to concentrate. The power of the oath that had been accumulating in the city began to wrap around Andrew's entire body, constantly increasing and giving him an increasingly strong sense of oppression.

Andrew felt the Queen's gaze.

The gaze that should have been confined to the vicinity of the throne crossed the ends of the earth and fell upon him, allowing him to look directly into the woman's eyes.

The madwoman who stood on the border between life and death, fighting against her destined end, persisting until this moment to maintain this country, could no longer see, could not even distinguish where the enemy was, and could no longer perfectly control her power, but the laws of her kingdom, which were born from her, could still carry out her power on her behalf.

"I sentence you to death!"

The dying queen seemed to be talking in her sleep, letting faint sounds slip from her mouth.

"death penalty!"

On the iron bird, the sound from the loudspeaker drowned out the thunder.

"death penalty!"

The shouts of millions rang in Andrew's ears; they were the voices of all those who followed the laws of the kingdom.

Compared to their yearning for justice decades ago, their voices now sound like a frantic outburst as they watch someone die, eager to see others perish before their very eyes.

How bloodthirsty! I can't wait to see them turn on their master.

"Cough cough."

Andrew exhaled a mouthful of demonic flame, and his body, disguised as an archer, began to crumble, revealing the demonic sword hidden within.

Normally, he could easily escape, but just now, an extremely ferocious and bizarre force pierced his consciousness along the giant arrow, preventing him from escaping.

Alice pressed her advantage, broadcasting: "Andrew Hayes is dead! You are a ritual creation of his! You never existed; you are just a dead man's lie."

Alice believed that telling the truth wouldn't make things worse, so she did, but things didn't turn out quite the way she expected.

Around the demonic sword, a faceless figure appeared, but it did not dissipate or become ethereal; instead, it grasped the demonic sword Melia Duke once more.

The raging demonic flames erupted, piercing through the dark clouds and rain, creating a patch of clear sky right in the center of the battlefield.

Andrew doesn't care about his origins; to him, he is simply a continuation of himself.

Having all his memories, obsessions, and even greater power than in his previous life, how can he not be considered to have survived? His death in exchange for life was a brilliant escape plan!

The enemy's psychological attack, on the contrary, broadened his thinking.

The other party didn't seem to think he was Andrew, but she acknowledged other identities, including the 'Legion' itself. So, why couldn't he be an entire legion? Why couldn't he use other identities?

Yes, he's not just one person!

As time goes by, the power of the oath will gradually crush his mind and body. Since Andrew is doomed to die, let the others live.

The sword is here, the deceased's dearest friend is here, the dragon is here. Considering the unique nature of this material, it's entirely possible to spontaneously create a "resurrection" spell.

Andrew has no memory of his best friend, but his impressions are enough to fill in a picture. He is not proficient enough in mastering his best friend's power. However, the battles a sword has experienced can sculpt the power of its master. He cannot force the arrogant loser to continue his hopeless revenge, but there is a powerful enemy right in front of him who will surely start a war in the future.

Now, I'm counting on you, my dear friend.

The nameless, flawless knight lowered his sword, his face still blank.

He can see himself as others see him, but he refuses to acknowledge the personality that can be reproduced from the memories of others.

Even though his present self is composed of other people's memories, only he himself can see his true "self".

In his eyes, he was a phantom filled with images and symbols, without a face of his own.

However, not having that thing doesn't affect the battle, does it?

If the Legion under Andrew's leadership was brutal, cold-blooded, and terrifying—a natural weapon created to kill, never caring about themselves and only obeying orders—then the Legion under the Flawless Knight's leadership...

There are no more legions.

All the soldiers, whether they were charging cavalry, shield guards trying to besiege Cui Xun, or archers who had been slaughtered by monsters, had all vanished.

Only the Flawless Knight remained on the entire battlefield.

He said gently, "I am the legion! I will single-handedly crush everything that stands in my way."

Cui Xun trembled, a strong impulse surging in his heart.

He has accomplished the feat of charging into an almost invincible monster and ultimately defeating it, but he has yet to contend with a human powerhouse of equal strength.

Monsters are just monsters, and their killings are nothing more than killings, but Cui Xun felt a “weight” on the faceless knight in front of him.

He had sensed that same thing from the previous enemy, but a man who abandoned all principles and sought only destruction for destruction's sake, like an exploding fire, offered no response from Cui Xun other than destruction.

But this one is a "hero".

Cui Xun read through the figure as if reading an original text, directly gleaning his past from that figure.

That knight had slain bewitching witches, lifted curses that turned people into monsters, healed corrupt fields, hunted monsters who proclaimed themselves gods, punished tyrannical kings, and cleansed corrupt nobles.

He was treated as an honored guest by fairies and gifted with flawless silver armor; he overcame numerous trials and obtained a belt forged from starlight from ruins; he crossed the boundaries of sea and sky and wove the secrets of the world's corners into his own battle boots.

But the most vivid legend is that of a country boy who, with courage, grasped the magic sword brought by the nameless sage, used himself as the sheath, sealed off the disaster, and embarked on a journey to become stronger.

But who was he before that? Before becoming a hero, praised by everyone, and known as the Flawless Knight?

The story of a hero doesn't need to describe his upbringing, his past doesn't matter, no one cares about the child's past thoughts, no one cares about his hometown and childhood, not even his best friend.

They praise heroes, believe in heroes, follow heroes, and are forever chasing that invincible image. They never care about what lies beneath that image, and even if they occasionally try to interpret a story, they are just talking about their own fantasies.

Even his sword didn't care about what happened before they met.

"Meriaduk," the flawless knight whispered the true name of his beloved sword.

Demonic flames entwined his body, leaving intricate patterns on the silver-white armor that appeared alongside him, and eclipse-like marks on his blank face.

Neither the Queen nor Andrew were able to develop this function of the magic sword; they never truly wielded this divine weapon.

And now, the strongest warrior in nearly a thousand years grasps his beloved sword and slashes towards the sky.

The remaining rain, dark clouds, and cannon fodder support from the military were all cut through, blooming in the air and turning into dazzling colors.

"If everything in the world could be perfectly resolved with violence, that would be a wonderful thing." The Flawless Knight looked at Cui Xun, and his faceless face inexplicably gave Cui Xun the feeling of a gentleman smiling, and even his challenge seemed polite.

"But as we both know, there are too many things that cannot be solved by violence alone, yet we have to rely on violence to make decisions, and even then, we cannot be sure that we will be right."

"Let us fight, young dragon."