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The Kingdom of Gray Tin, the Duchy of the Three-Headed Lion.

The sea breeze at dusk carried a salty, fishy smell. Theodore the Three-Headed Lion stood atop the castle tower, gazing at the distant sea.

He was in a good mood. The two merchant ships that had been seized from the Silver Duchy two weeks ago had been dealt with completely.

In recent years, the Knights' Perseverance Potion from the Silver Duchy has been selling like hotcakes.

The batch of goods he intercepted contained nearly a thousand pieces, which, when calculated, amounted to over 100,000 Jinlong cigarettes.

Including other goods, this time they earned nearly 200,000 gold dragons.

That's enough for his private army to squander for a year.

Duke Theodore the Three-Headed Lion is one of the two Tier 3 knights left behind in the Kingdom of Graytin.

Several of the main legions of the Gray Tin Kingdom were transferred to the Mechanical World to participate in the interdimensional war. Because he had to guard the border, he actually escaped that bloody meat grinder.

"Your Grace, will the Silver Kingdom retaliate?" the adjutant beside him asked cautiously.

Theodore scoffed: "Revenge? That Ron, a second-tier dragon knight, went to another world. It's uncertain whether he'll even come back alive."

Even if he comes back, how dare his small duchy challenge my Gray Tin Kingdom?

Besides, I'm a Tier 3 Phantom Beast Knight.

The adjutant dared not speak further. Theodore patted the crenellations of the city wall, turned, and walked down from the tower.

He also has a banquet to attend.

What Theodore didn't know was that a silvery-white dot of light was rapidly approaching from a thousand miles away.

Margaret was flying through the clouds at an astonishing speed, leaving sonic booms in her wake.

Ron sat on the dragon's back, expressionless, his cloak fluttering in the wind.

He didn't bring the airship; he simply rode Margaret, lightly equipped, into battle.

He gave no one a chance to warn him. He was going to fall from the sky and smash Theodore's head.

All the baggage and more than two thousand Silver Dragon Knights were placed in the small garden.

They have been tempered by the fires of the mechanical world, and each of them is the elite of the elite.

Han Yue was held in Margaret's dragon claws, while the eight-meter-tall frost giant hung in mid-air like an iceberg.

Three-Headed Lion Castle. The banquet is in full swing.

Theodore raised his wine glass as he listened to his noblemen boast about his brilliance.

"Report—" A guard tumbled and crawled into the hall:

"Your Grace! There's a dragon in the sky!"

Theodore's glass:

"A dragon? Where did this dragon come from?"

Before the words were finished, a deafening dragon roar came from outside.

But what followed was a loud bang.

"boom--"

Half of the banquet castle was smashed and collapsed, burying most of the nobles inside.

A frost giant rose from the ruins, swung his ice crystal club, and flattened the remaining half of the tower, crushing seven or eight nobles who couldn't dodge in time.

Duke Three-Headed Lion emerged from the ruins of the hall, covered in dust and grime, his face a mixture of shock and anger.

His dress was torn by shards of glass, his face was covered in dust, and there was a bloodstain on his forehead.

He looked up at the sky, his pupils suddenly contracting.

A colossal, silvery-white dragon hovered above the castle, its wings outstretched, obscuring half the sky. Its overwhelming power pressed down, and the surviving nobles collapsed to the ground in terror.

"Damn it!"

Theodore gritted his teeth and recognized the person on the dragon's back.

"How can it be Tier 3! And three of them!!"

Duke Three-Headed Lion himself was only at the early stage of Tier 3, and even with his three-headed lion phantom beast, he couldn't defeat the opponents.

"Lord Ron, it's all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

Margaret slowly descended, while Ron, perched on the dragon's back, looked down at her. The oppressive aura of a third-tier dragon knight was released without reservation.

"Oh! So you know why I'm here today!" Ron said with a hint of sarcasm.

"You scoundrels dare to seize my ship and steal my cargo? Do you think I'll die in the interdimensional war?"

Theodore's face turned pale and then flushed.

He had indeed thought that way, but he never expected that Ron would not only return alive, but also break through to the third rank, and even dare to come directly to his doorstep.

"Lord Ron, this is all a misunderstanding..."

Theodore forced a smile, trying to buy time, while secretly gesturing to his men.

"Misunderstanding?" Ron scoffed.

"I'm not here to hear your explanations. When you pay the ransom, you'll have plenty of time to beg for mercy."

"Prepare to die!!"

As he spoke, a flash of white light appeared, and more than two thousand knights materialized beside the castle.

"Silver Dragon Knights, kill them!" Ron commanded.

More than two thousand knights simultaneously channeled their battle aura, their armor enveloped in the glow of various colored battle auras, as they charged toward the castle's garrison.

Having experienced high-end battlefields like the mechanical world, letting them deal with these ordinary kingdom guards is like cutting melons and vegetables.

Led by Ebadan, the knights charged into the enemy ranks like tigers descending a mountain.

"Roar~"

Not one to stand idly by, Margaret also let out a dragon's roar, and Ron charged at the opponent with his dragon spear.

Duke Theodore had no time to turn pale and could only hastily prepare for battle.

He was sent flying by Margaret's claw, coughing up blood as he flew a long way.

Having finally stopped, Theodore gritted his teeth, pulled a bone whistle from his waist, and blew it loudly.

A deep roar came from behind the castle. A huge three-headed lion, its body covered in purple mane, charged out from afar.

Ron laughed after reading it.

There's an unexpected surprise!!

He sent the frost giant to deal with the duke, while he and Margaret turned their attention to the three-headed lion.

Although Han Yue had only recently broken through to the third tier, he could still easily deal with a third-tier knight who had lost his mount.

The opponent dared not take Han Yue's ice crystal club head-on, and his own attacks had little effect on the giant.

For a time, they were caught in a fierce battle.

On Ron's side, the situation was even clearer.

This mythical lion only looks majestic; in reality, it's just a third-tier early-stage beast.

Before long, Margaret beat him so badly that he was left with a limp.

With Ron constantly poking at him with his dragon spear, the lion now looked extremely disheveled.

If the other party escapes without paying a price, Ron is confident he can take care of it within a day.

Will the other party run away?

Theodore is currently tied up, and his base below is being ravaged by the Silver Dragon Knights.

Where do you think you're going?!

They ran away, and their home is gone.

Everyone on the continent knows that this Grand Duke of Silver doesn't have a very good reputation.

"I heard he has a thing for married women!!"

"My favorite is still the one someone else uses!"

Duke Theodore dared not imagine the suffering his wife, mistress, and daughters would endure if he ran away!

Even if he is defeated and captured, he still has the Gray Tin Kingdom behind him.

The other side will not lose its mind and choose to wage a full-scale war against the Gray Tin Kingdom.

After a full day of fierce fighting, Duke Theodore and his magical lion could no longer hold out.

Theodore was deathly pale, kneeling on one knee, trembling all over.

Ron's dragon spear was already pressed against his throat.

The cold tip of the spear pressed against his skin, so close that Theodore could smell the lingering blood of the three-headed lion.

"Move, or die!" Ron's voice was calm.